𝓐𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙

Lately, life has been draining you dry, it’s a chore to get up every morning because you know what’s awaiting you. The incessant jingle of your phones alarm waking you from your short-lived nap, back aching as you slowly rise from the couch like a zombie. The reality of your situation hitting you in the face, your laptops bright screen mocking you, taunting you for daring to dream during this busy time.

Ah, isn’t it a beautiful time to be young and studying, you’re grateful, you’re so so grateful for the opportunity to continue to learn but you’re also so tired. Rubbing your eyes with your palm, you pick up your phone and check the time, nearly midnight. A haggard sigh leaving you, maybe napping was too cruel to do, all you want is to sleep some more but this assignment is due in the morning tomorrow—or rather—today.

Why did they even have it be a morning submittal? What happened to a minute before midnight? You’d be a little more miffed but you can’t get too mad about it… since you’re the one who still hasn’t finished it. Not all your fault though! You have other classes and it’s busy this time of year.

Your head drops to the back of the sofa, these days your decision making seems a little skewed. You’re determined to lock in though, it’ll be the best assignment that your professor has ever seen. Just as you’re giving yourself the pep talk you need, your stomach laughs at you, growling, telling you that it’s hungry. Oh, life is just one cruel joke, could it not have waited for a more opportune time?

Whatever, when you gotta eat, you gotta eat. Stumbling around your shoddy apartment, you pull a hoodie over your head and stuff your wallet and phone into your pockets. The convenience store down the road will still be open and it’s only a short walk. It’s not even worth it to look in your fridge, all that’s in there is an assortment of condiments, a bag of grated cheese and some water.

Grocery shopping is a hassle, and expensive and also you don’t really like cooking, not that you even have the time to lately. Your eyes wander to the door to your left when you exit your apartment, it belongs to the new tenant that’s not really new anymore. Your thoughts draw back to him often these days, he’s hot but a little intimidating. There’s the beginnings of a crush fluttering in your chest that you ignore, he’s older, really hot, and only ever gives a quick head nod your way when you both come and go at odd hours.

Whatever, you don’t have time to think about him, it’s snack time and then you’ve got to get back to your assignment. Maybe you shouldn’t have thought about that, your steps are dragging more now…

The trip is longer because of your unwillingness to get back but somehow it still feels like you’re in front of your apartment building far too soon. You’re lingering in front of the complex, you don’t wanna go back up, a childish reluctance building in your chest. And you probably would’ve continued to linger if someone hadn’t spoken up from behind you.

“Are you going in or are you gonna stand here all night?”

The voice is deep and sudden, you jump at it. Turning to face the person behind you, fully ready to flip out but when you see it’s your neighbour you relax a bit. Shoulders drooping as you mumble, “I guess I’m going in, sorry.”

Wordlessly he follows you in through the lobby to the elevator, both waiting for it in silence. You feel a little awkward, it’s the first time he’s spoken to you and it’s because you were distracted by your own thoughts like an idiot. He has a nice voice though, deep and full…

While lost in your thoughts again, he speaks unprompted, “You really ought to be safer about going out this late.”

“What?” You blink up at him, has he always been this tall?

He looks down his nose at you, “This neighbourhood is shit; you shouldn’t be wandering around all spaced out at night.”

The elevator dings with its arrival and you both step into it, a frown on your features when you look at him, “A girl needs to eat,” raising your hand to show off the bag you’re holding, “plus, you’re coming back late too.”

You move to face the elevator doors again, thinking that will be the end of this conversation. Only to be proven wrong when he leans down a little, “I’m not some pretty little thing who can’t defend themself.”

“Who said I couldn’t defend myself?” You take offence at his words; he doesn’t know anything about you.

“My bad…” he raises his hands, his lips quirked in the corner, the beginnings of a smile, “…just considering the way you were lost in your own little world before… I didn’t think you were aware of your surroundings enough to be able to.”

A short huff of annoyance leaves you because he’s right but you don’t say anything more to him, you have a feeling you’ll dig yourself a deeper hole. Not on accident either, just glancing at this man he seems to be getting a kick out of playing with you a little bit.

Which is proven to be true when he talks again, “You know, you should eat a proper meal sometimes.”

“What the hell?” you turn to face him again, “And what are you, my stalker or my mother?”

“Your neighbour,” he grins, “we pass each other a lot at odd hours and you always seem to be coming from the convenience store.”

The elevator finally arrives at your floor and you stomp ahead of him to your apartment, where does he get off? This is the first real conversation you’ve had with him and he became far too familiar with you far too quickly.

Before you unlock your door, you address him, finally retorting that, “If you’re so worried then you can cook for me.”

“Doll…” his gaze full of faux disappointment, “don’t be so quick to invite yourself into some guys apartment.”

You’re embarrassed and annoyed, obviously pouting when you mumble, “Shut up,” and disappear into your apartment.

You don’t miss the small and amused chuckle he lets out, how frustrating… that he sounds good when he laughs like that too.

It’s another late night and you’re minding your own business waiting for the elevator, the chill from outside still sitting fresh in your bones. You’d made another quick trip to the convenience store and you’re very impatiently waiting to be able to eat. This damn elevator has to be on its last legs or something, they really should do some maintenance on it.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, doll,” your neighbour’s behind you, his voice deep and distracting.

Tilting your head back to look up at him, the smirk on his face causing your eyes to roll, “You’ve got to stop stalking me then.”

Already having run into each other like this more than a few times at this point makes it less than surprising to see him right now. In the beginning it was embarrassing to meet like this so often but now it’s almost routine. Conversation is always short and sweet, though he normally has something to say about your food habits, you mostly ignore him when he brings it up.

He moves to stand beside you, “Maybe if you tell me your name it would feel less like stalking.”

“If you don’t know my name by this point then that just means you really suck at stalking someone,” you shrug.

“Alright smartass,” he grumbles at you, though he’s still amused.

You offer him a deal, “I’ll tell you my name if you cook a meal for me.”

“Har har,” his fake laugh is flat. “You don’t even know my name and you’re still trying to get into my apartment?”

“If I ask for your name will you cook a meal for me?”

“Ask and find out.”

The elevator finally dings, alerting you of its arrival. “I’ll pass,” you answer glibly, stepping into it.

He follows you in, “It’s Toji.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know,” his arms are folded over his chest, acting nonchalant, “I gave it to you freely.”

“You want me to use your name that bad?” Your brow quirks at him, “Ohh, I’m growing on you.”

“Yeah,” he agrees too easily only to grumble out, “you’re growing into a real pain in my ass.”

You bite back, “Stop talking to me then.”

“I think you’d miss me.”

“What’s there to miss?” Your hands are on your hips, turning towards him more, “Your nagging?”

“You’re the one always out at this hour,” he grins, “hoping to run into someone?”

“You’re underestimating my deep desire to avoid cooking,” the elevator opens and while stepping off you add, “plus, I think you’re the one who’d miss me.”

He hums from behind you, a warm hand landing on your lower back, “You might be right about that,” and then he’s smugly wandering past you and entering his own apartment.

The whole interaction leaves you frustrated, you were so sure you were going to win the little back and forth you had with him this time. It’s not fair that he always gets the last word in, even more unfair that he’s that attractive. He flusters you too easily… you might have to up your game.

Another few days go by and you don’t run into Toji, though that’s because you haven’t been going out for food. You’d bought some bread and started living off that but you’re getting tired of the various ways one can eat a loaf of bread. It’s around eight in the morning when you decide you’re going to find something different to have for breakfast, lost in thoughts of the various options available to you as you’re locking your apartment door.

“Oh? And where are you going this early, little miss neighbour?”

By this point, you’d recognise that arrogant and honey rich tone anywhere. Turning to have your eyes blessed by Toji in his sweatpants and a black shirt that has to be at least a couple sizes too small. He must be coming back from somewhere because he’s holding a coffee, waiting patiently for you to indulge him in conversation.

You grace him with your lovely morning attitude, “What’s it to ya?”

“Curious about my favourite neighbour,” his brows crease together, “don’t tell me you’re going out for food?”

“It’s none of–”

“–For fucksake, doll. You hate cooking that much?”

Your hand waves over his general direction, “I’m not in love with the whole judgement thing you’ve got going on right now.”

“Not judgement, pretty. More like…” he wanders a little closer to you, “concern?”

“Mhm,” you stare up at him, “and like I said, if you’re so concerned, cook a meal for me.”

He pauses while gazing down at you, languidly taking a sip of his coffee, almost like he’s in thought. Without another word, he grabs hold of your wrist and tugs you along behind him towards his apartment.

Your voice comes out completely unconcerned, “Uhm, hello? Kidnap much?”

“You’re getting what you wanted,” he shrugs, “I’m gonna cook you a meal.”

“Oh yay! I knew you’d give in eventually.”

“And what had you believing that?”

Your reply is smooth, “I’m simply too cute to say no to.”

You don’t need to see his face to know he’s raised a brow at you all amused, the tone he uses enough, “That’s funny cause I could’ve swore I said no to you plenty of times.”

Brushing him off, “Who’s keeping count really?”

He shakes his head at you and sighs like you’re so exhausting to deal with, like he’s not actively dragging you into his apartment. You’re happy to be getting your way though, smiling as you let yourself be pulled inside this – essentially – strangers house.

As soon as you’re in, you’re tugging yourself free and wandering around his living space. It’s much the same as yours but not nearly as decorated. Pretty sparse actually, only really having the necessities and nothing else.

Toji watches you snoop, “Up to code, nosey?”

At his words, you’re feeling a little bashful about your poor manners, “Sorry.”

He only hums at you, apparently not very worried about it. “I’m not a fucking chef or anything but I can cook an egg.”

Following behind him, you jab, “Does that mean I’m getting the glorious breakfast of egg?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” he grumbles, searching through his kitchen, “you get an omelette,” pan clanking as he pulls it out from the cabinet, “now go bother the furniture.”

“I can’t stay and watch?”

“You wanna learn something or you just wanna annoy me while I do you a favour?”

Blinking sweetly at him, “I wanna keep my very kind neighbour company.”

He’s not giving you much attention, turning the stove on, “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, doll.”

“You like when I’m mean to you, Toji?” You’re right by his side, lingering to draw out this conversation.

He falters at your words, before leaning down to grin menacingly, “I like when you’re quiet.”

Smirking back at him, “If that were true, you wouldn’t talk to me every time you see me.”

“You’re a persistent thing, aren’t ya?” he gives up, going back to what he was doing.

“Only when it suits me,” you stay by his side. Suddenly remembering that he doesn’t know your name still. Voice a little quiet when you say it, as if you’re embarrassed to finally be telling him what it is.

Toji seems pleased, “I finally earned your name, huh?”

“Maybe…” the tension is uncomfortable to you, so you cut through it, “If your omelette sucks I’ll have to find a way to erase your memory.”

“It’ll taste better than the shit you get from the store.”

“Mmm… we’ll see about that.”

Scoff sounding from him at your doubt, “We sure will,” reaching up to pat your head a couple times, “now go sit down and do nothing like a proper leech.”

Grumbling, “Yes sir.” Running off when he glares at you.

When he brings you the omelette, he sits across from you at his small table. Watching you eat, as if waiting for your review of his cooking. It’s so good and you can’t tell if that’s because it’s been so long since you last had something freshly cooked or if he’s actually a God of omelette making.

After the first bite, you don’t even stop to tell him you like it. Forgetting to be polite as you happily eat, completely involved in your food when he laughs.

“I assume it’s good?”

“Mhm,” you mumble through a mouthful before swallowing, “very, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he seems content to just observe you, “I could teach you how to make it.”

One of your hands raises to stop him, “No, that’s okay. It’ll taste better if you just keep making it for me.”

“Oh? Am I your personal chef now?”

“Personal chefs get paid and you will not be, so no?”

Always entertained by you and your antics, “A tempting offer but I’ll have to decline.”

“Are you sure? It’s a position in very high demand,” you’re obviously lying.

“How about,” he grabs his chin in thought, “you raise the pay and I’ll consider it.”

“Ugh! So uncooperative,” you roll your eyes. Standing to your feet and walking to the kitchen, “I’ll wash up.”

“Least you could do, doll.”

“You know, a gentleman would cook and clean.”

Words playful with hidden meaning, “I’m not that gentle.”

Doing your best to ignore the implication of it, diligently cleaning up the mess he made in cooking for you. Your crush on him doesn’t show any signs of passing when you’re getting this close to him…

From then on—despite him saying he wouldn’t—Toji cooked for you on the odd occasion. Mostly, if he ran into you while coming or going he would invite you to his for a quick meal. Sometimes he ate with you, most times he just watched you, happy enough to observe you enjoy his simple but tasty meals.

He was right, he’s not a chef, but he has a lot of the basics down and can cook mostly anything with a recipe. There was even a time you brought up something you wanted to try and he made it for you after finding the recipe online. It had surprised you pleasantly and made your heart flutter, his innocent kindness causing you to have all kinds of fantasies about him.

It’s dangerous to keep letting yourself get close to him when you’re crushing on him so hard but you can’t stay away and he doesn’t really give you the option to either. Always flagging you down and catching your attention when he sees you, always with something smart and borderline flirty to say.

It’s late into the afternoon and you’re supposed to be leaving soon but you can smell something delicious coming from Toji’s apartment and you think to yourself that it’s probably a good idea to eat a little first, right? You mean, you are going out drinking with friends and doing that on an empty stomach isn’t a good idea.

After successfully talking yourself into it, you stand in front of his door and knock. Eagerly waiting for him to answer because whatever he’s cooking smells really good and you want some.

When he opens the door, he grins at you, “You dress up all pretty just to see me?”

Your heart skips a beat at the compliment, “Will you give me whatever you’re cooking if I say yes?”

“You’re like a stray cat, doll,” shaking his head at you as he leans against his door frame.

Smiling back up at him, “Are you the kind of person to feed stray cats?”

“I’ve been feeding you, haven’t I?” he counters, stepping to the side to let you in. “You going somewhere tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m going out drinking,” answer dismissive. Quickly shuffling over to his kitchen and changing the topic, joking with him, “What’s cooking good looking?”

Toji’s following behind you, asking carefully, “Who are you going out with?”

You pause at that, turning to face him with a smug smile, “Why? You worried about me?”

“Not even a little,” he denies, moving past you to tend to his dinner.

A small laugh passes your lips at him pretending not to care, “They’re just some friends from my classes.” You’re hovering near him now, “I thought I shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.”

“Did you have that thought before or after you smelt my dinner?”

“I feel that’s irrelevant.”

He chuckles at your statement, but he doesn’t complain. Having meals together has become common and you think you’re both enjoying the others company. Luckily for you, he feeds you well, having made a curry that had your eyes closing as you savoured it.

You’re running a little late, rushing out of his apartment only to be stopped at his door by him, “Give me your number.”

“Uh? What for?” You hadn’t swapped phone numbers yet, not really needing to seeming as you live right next door to each other. You’re not adverse to it, in fact you’re a little happy he’s asked but you’re confused on why now.

He pokes your forehead, “So if you need me, you can call me.”

Your hand reaches up and rubs a little at where he’d poked, “I’ll be fine… but okay.”

Toji puts your number into his phone with a promise of texting you so you can have his and then you’re rushing off. Not wanting to be later than you already are.

The bar your friends picked isn’t anything special but it’s got cheap drinks, you’re enjoying yourself and maybe drinking a bit more than you should. Who can blame you though? The drinks are good and study has been stressful. You should probably be paying more attention to the conversation but you’re too busy smiling to yourself while thinking about Toji.

At first you’d just had a passing crush but now…

Your friend waves her hand in front of your face, “You all there?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, a little giddy, “just thinking.”

“About?”

Lazily turning your head to the side to look at her, “That’s a secret~”

You don’t really feel like telling them about Toji, they don’t need to know about him… not yet. Maybe you should text him… you never did check the message he’d sent, too busy hauling ass to look.

Across the table, your other friend leans in with a knowing look on her face, “Thinking about a man?”

“Me?” you point at yourself, “not a chance,” and then you’re giggling because you’re lying.

A doubting noise comes from her and you’re poking your tongue out in return, a childish response but who said being an adult is fun. She rolls her eyes at you and you’re smiling all goofy.

Then you’re suddenly standing to your feet a little clumsily. Announcing, “I am going to go pee.”

“Now we and the whole bar know, thanks girl,” her head shakes at you as you strut off, not even a little concerned with other people.

You don’t go to the bathrooms, sneaking outside instead and checking your phone. Sure enough, Toji had texted you, message reading ‘be safe, doll.’  Three words and your heart’s fluttering in your chest, head fuzzy as you consider calling him.

Not even getting to really think all too hard about it before your thumb is pressing the call button. Staring dumb and surprised at your screen lighting up with the call, he picks up quickly and it takes you a few moments to kick into gear and respond to him.

“Hi~” it’s drawn out and lilted sugary sweet.

“Hi, doll,” he sighs, “do you need me?”

“In a way,” you giggle, not exactly thinking of the kind of help he’s offering.

His biceps make your mouth water, you have the insane urge to bite them whenever he crosses his arms at you. That’s probably an inside thought though.

“Did you hear me?”

Huh? Was he speaking?… “Yes?”

A grumble comes down the line and you know your attempt at lying has failed, “Where are you?”

“Outside a bar,” you hum back easily.

“The address, pretty,” he adds, “and go back inside.”

You give him the bar, it’s not that far from your apartment, “You should come get me~”

“Planning to,” you imagine he’s grinning, “go back inside… please.”

“Fine but not because you told me to…” you pretend to pout, “it’s dark out here.”

“I’ll be there soon.” And then the line goes dead.

You’re more agreeable in your inebriated state, heading back to your friends like he’d told you to and smiling dopily. Even though you’re leaving soon that doesn’t stop you from having more drinks with them, the conversation goes a little over your head but you continue smiling like you know what’s going on.

It isn’t until you spot Toji walking over to you that you realise you hadn’t told your friends who he was or that he was coming. You thought you had more time but maybe you’re a little too drunk to accurately judge the passage of time properly.

“Toji!” You wave at him, beaming like a fool, “You were super quick.”

Your friend leans a little closer to you, “Who is ‘Toji’?”

“He’s my hot neighbour,” speaking without thinking, “he’s gonna take me home.”

“You think I’m hot, doll?”

Turning to the side and blinking up, you notice Toji is right next to you now. That’s probably why your friend had lowered her voice when asking about him.

“I’m drunk not blind,” you squint at him.

“I can see as much,” he reaches his hand out to you, “ready to go?”

Taking his hand without hesitation, “Yesss.” Whipping around to your table quickly and feeling dizzy, “Woah…” small laugh leaving you, “I’m going now ladies, my personal chef is taking me home. I had funnn!” You snatch your bag up and perch it on your shoulder.

They both look to Toji, one of them adding, “Please, get her home safe.”

“Will do.”

You’re wobbly on your feet, knocking into him a little as you walk by his side. Insides feeling all hazy and buzzed from your multiple drinks and because he came to get you. You’ve become so incredibly fond of him, more fond than you probably should have. It feels a little embarrassing to be crushing so hard on him—or whatever this feeling is. Mostly because there isn’t a world where you feel it possible for him to like you back.

And even though you’re thinking like that, a part of you is still holding out hope because he treats you so kindly. He checks in on you, he cooks for you, and he flirts with you. At least it feels like flirting to you, but you don’t always have the best read on those kinds of things.

Toji’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, “Watch where you’re walking, doll.”

“I amm,” you whinge, it’s a little hard though because everything feels like it’s swaying. Head dizzy as you struggle to walk straight.

“You’re doing an awful job at it.”

“Mean man… mean man who makes fun of a poor drunk girl,” frowning at the ground. You can’t look away from your feet or you might tip forward.

You must’ve been tipping forwards anyway though, because you feel his hand on your forehead tilting you back upright. “You’re such a handful.”

“You like that about me.”

Brow raising at you, “Oh, do I?”

“Mhm,” you hum easily, feeling lighter, you like talking to him. “You like that I like your cooking, and tell you when your outfits look stupid, and that I– woahh—”

Words falling short as you almost fall flat on your face, saved only by Toji’s incredible reaction time. His arm around your front as he sighs, “That’s it,” he groans. He moves ahead of you once he’s sure you’re not going to fall, his large back in front of your face. Kneeling and tapping over his shoulder, he says, “Get on.”

Your brain isn’t quite at the speed it usually operates on, “What?”

“C’mon, doll, my knees aren’t what they used to be.”

You snort a little laugh at that but you finally catch on to what he’s saying and climb onto his back, “You’re not that old, drama queen.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he brushes off, standing back to his full height.

His hands under your thighs are warm and so is his back, you can’t help yourself and all but snuggle into him. Face turned towards his neck, “You smell nice.”

“Pervert,” he jokes.

There isn’t much you remember about the trip after that, you might’ve been dozing a little with how comfortable Toji’s back was. Not regaining some awareness until you’re back in his apartment, your back is against something soft. Eyes hazily looking up at him in front of you, arms opening wide and waiting for him.

He looks at you quizzically but amused, “What’s this? You want a hug or something?”

“Yeah,” nodding back at him.

There’s a small moment of hesitation but he does lean in and hug you, he’s warm and makes you feel safe. Your face snuggles into him and a happy noise leaves you, murmuring something before you’re passing out.

The first thing you register when waking is the pounding headache, though instead of getting up to deal with it you’re rolling over in your bed for more sleep. The second thing you notice is that this is not your bed, sheets a boring grey and your favourite pillow missing. You sit up far too quickly and everything spins for a second, you probably shouldn’t have had those last drinks.

It doesn’t take you long to realise this is Toji’s room, the simplicity of the colours and sparseness gives it away. He doesn’t seem to have more than he needs, the room filled only with his bed and few bits of furniture. Not like you—you like your things—trinkets and what not decorating your space.

Ponderings cut short because you’re hit with memories of last night, unfortunately not the kind of drunk to forget everything. It’s not entirely embarrassing but you’re not exactly proud of how you behaved, especially since you’re pretty sure you told Toji you liked him before passing out in his arms.

You didn’t want to tell him that, at all, let alone while drunk. Thoughts coming unfiltered is already a problem you have around him in the first place, you were even worse while drunk. There’s something about him that possesses you to be a little bolder, to be a bit more of yourself and it’s entirely bit you in the ass.

The idea of facing him right now is mortifying. Nowhere close to being in the mood for him to jab at your crush on him, quite frankly only wanting to go home and shower. Your ideal plans for today are self-pity and trying to ignore your memories.

While debating with yourself about leaving this room, Toji knocks lightly on the door. You grumble a little to yourself and decide to walk over, pulling it open and looking up at him. You have no idea if you look as pathetic as you feel but you can’t possibly look good right now.

“Rise and shine,” he smirks.

You’re pouting, feeling sorry for yourself, “What time is it?”

When he notices your glum attitude, he drops the smile, “It’s past midday.”

“I’m… I’m gonna go home.”

“Not until you eat.”

You blink up at him, “You cooked for me?”

“I’m your personal chef, aren’t I?” he references your joke.

You can feel your eyes sparkle with unshed tears, you don’t even know why you’re so sensitive. Him cooking for you is so common now but you’re emotional, he took the time to care for you and it’s hitting you harder than it probably should.

Toji sighs at you a little, “Don’t cry, doll.”

“They’re tears of joy,” you don’t want to make this more awkward than it already is, “I’m just so happy my chef is doing his job.”

He can tell you don’t want to linger, “Just come get your damn food…” he starts walking off and then calls back, “and drink some water.”

As soon as he’s gone, you sneak into the bathroom and clean up a little bit. Washing your face to try and liven up some, you’re marginally successful. Cutting your losses and joining him at the table, eating will make you feel better… you hope.

“Thank you… for letting me stay,” you mumble out, sipping at the glass of water he gave you.

A soft and dismissive hum from him, “I would’ve took you home but you were too drunk to find your keys.”

“That’s stupid,” you comment, “my keys are in my bag.” And then you remember that you pretended not to know where they were, playing dumb to prolong your time with him. Looking through your bag and giggling about how you ‘could’ve swore you put them in here’.

His brow raises at you, “Uh huh.”

Your face feels hot and you choose to pay close attention to your pancakes instead of him, not wanting to steer the conversation any further into the direction of your behaviour. Afraid of the likelihood of your confession being rehashed.

Conversation is sparse after that, you’re usually the driving force behind it and you’re not feeling real chatty today. Though that’s not all from the embarrassment, your headache is still harassing your poor brain. Before you leave, you do try and help with the dishes but he refuses, telling you to go home and rest. His exact words had been, “Stop, you look like a kicked puppy, go nurse your hangover.”

Having been grateful for the opportunity to leave, you took it.

The weekend is spent doing exactly what Toji had told you to do, nursing your hangover, you also added feeling sorry for yourself to that. It’s embarrassing but the more time passes the more reluctant you are to run into him. Forgetting how you usually interact with him, questioning how you should act. You got too comfortable.

You’re avoiding him, you know you are, but you keep telling yourself that it’s accidental. You use your break from university as an excuse, you’re not leaving the house as often because you don’t need to. It’d work better if you hadn’t gotten so entangled with him, eating a meal with him every other day.

It’d also work better if you weren’t actively ignoring his texts… he hasn’t sent many but he has sent a few checking in. Even inviting you over for dinner, a flimsy excuse of having already eaten your only reply. He’d have to know that it wasn’t true, and even if you did eat, he’d know it’s not because you cooked something for yourself.

There isn’t much you can do for yourself at the moment, you need to let the feelings pass on their own but it doesn’t feel very possible. Maybe a few weeks ago but not now, not when you’re in this deep. You thought maybe a long, hot shower would help and it didn’t. You thought putting on your cutest pyjamas and pampering yourself would help, it didn’t. Now, you’re mindlessly consuming bad television in hopes that will help but you’re not feeling so confident.

Toji sure has some horrible timing, finally feeling like you might be able to forget about your drunk confession for a few minutes in favour of whatever drama is happening on screen. Only for him to knock at your front door, and you know it’s him because he grows frustrated and calls your name when you don’t answer after the first few knocks.

It’s barely been a week; he couldn’t leave you alone for a full week and it shouldn’t but it makes your heart flutter.

His voice calls out again, “I know you’re in there you brat, open the damn door.”

You’re staring at the door from your couch, truly considering ignoring him but you miss him. Also, he’s the persistent kind. You have no willpower; you note to yourself as you walk across the room. Cracking the door open enough to see him, uncharacteristically shy and quiet as you look up.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Nope, just been busy,” you lie, poorly.

“Oh?” he pushes back on the door and you’re not strong enough to stop him, “So, you don’t mind if I come in for a bit?” Not bothering to wait for your response and walking into your apartment anyway.

You try to say something, closing the door and about to start up a conversation but if falls short. Nothing coming to mind, nothing that will make this less uncomfortable than it already is.

Luckily for you—or maybe not—Toji talks first, “You know, I didn’t take you as the kind of girl to get drunk, sleep in a guys bed, and then ignore him for a week.”

Muttering back, “It hasn’t been a week.”

“Not yet but you’d drag it out that long, wouldn’t you?” He’s looking around your apartment, taking in your belongings.

“Drag what out?” Playing dumb.

“Whatever is going on with you,” clearly uninterested in being anything other than blunt. Walking over to your bookshelf and picking up an odd little figurine you’d bought on a whim. “What is this meant to be?”

“It’s just something I thought was cute.”

“If this is your taste your crush makes a little more sense.”

Almost choking at that, knowing him to be forward but not expecting him to be so honest right in that moment. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Give me some credit, doll,” he places the model back on the shelf and walks back to you, “even if you hadn’t drunkenly confessed to liking me you’ve not exactly been subtle.”

He’s so annoying, “Shut up, yes I have.”

A grin pulls across his face, like he’s caught you red handed, “So you do like me?”

“I never said that,” your arms cross over your chest.

“Yes, you did,” a step closer to you. “You got all clingy and waxed poetic about how nice I am and how I give such good hugs and how much you like me.”

Okay, you had no idea you’d said that much. Your face heats up with your embarrassment, remembering a little more now.

“It was cute,” he adds, “you’re a real sweet drunk.”

“Did you come here just to make fun of me?”

“Of course not, I came here to get pissed at you for ignoring me,” he grabs either side of your face with his hands, “but it’s annoyingly difficult to stay mad at you.”

And then he’s kissing you, all soft and sweet. Gentle in how he learns what you like, lips imploring yours. You kiss him back, how could you not? Letting him guide you through your first kiss together, humming pleasantly at it. He’s just full of surprises.

Not getting too lost in it though, stopping him before he attempts to deepen it. Hand on his chest pushing him back, “Hey! No. You don’t get to show up all annoyed at me and then tease me and then kiss me, that’s not fair.”

One of Toji’s hands slides down to your neck, his thumb stroking against your throat. It doesn’t even seem like he’s paying all that much attention to your words. He does reply though, “And what would be fair?”

“You have to tell me you like me back, otherwise I’m not kissing you.”

His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes at that, “I thought you liked me?”

“I have enough self-respect to not make-out with a guy who doesn’t even like me back.”

“You’re a little oblivious aren’t you?” He sighs, pulling you into a hug, “I’m not letting just anyone become a pain in my ass.”

That doesn’t satisfy you, so you look up at him and frown.

He chuckles at that, “I like you.”

“Really?”

“A lot,” he replies, already leaning in to take your lips with his again.

He really does know just what to say—when he’s not teasing you that is. His mouth on yours is more urgent this time, tongue licking against your lower lip and asking for entrance. You give it willingly, feeling him lick into your mouth. It’s a good kiss, you didn’t know it could feel this good to be kissed.

You’re moving impossibly closer to him, his hands on your waist tug you in as you do. He’s groaning against your lips as your arms loop around his neck. Using your nails to drag through the hair at the base of his scalp, able to feel the shiver that runs through him with it.

Toji slips his hands under your shirt to rest against your bare skin, pulling at you a little. His hands are warm and feel nice, you’d probably let him touch you anywhere. Head foggy as you fall further into his lips, thinking of nothing but how good this feels, how happy you are that he likes you back.

Wait. You pull back from him again and he groans, upset that he’s not kissing you anymore. “You said you like me.”

“Hmm,” he nods, pecking the corner of your lips. He’s doing his best to pay attention but he knows what he’d much rather be doing right now and he feels he’s made that clear.

“You also said you knew that I liked you before my…”

When you don’t continue, he finishes, “Before your drunken little confession, yeah.”

Your face heats up at that, “So, you were just letting me act all stupid and unsure on my own?”

A sigh leaves him and his forehead rests against yours, “I thought I was gonna be able to take my time,” he kisses you slow before adding, “you ruined that by confessing and then trying to run from me.”

Somewhat sulking, “I didn’t run.”

“Whatever you say, doll,” he agrees all too easily.

Clearly just an attempt to placate you enough so he can kiss you again, it works. Smoothly picking you up and walking over to your couch, lips parting when he’s letting you fall onto it. You’re expecting him to join you but he’s instead dropping to his knees between your legs, hands spreading you open.

“Toji,” you squeak, trying to close them.

“I’m always feeding you, doll,” he presses hot kisses to your inner thigh, “it’s my turn to eat.”

His mouth opening for messier kisses, lightly sucking on your sensitive skin as he goes. Teasing you, licking and nipping at you just to work you up a little more. Your twitching thighs bring a smile to his face.

“Reactive little thing, aren’t ya?” he comments.

“Shut up,” you whinge, embarrassed.

Soft chuckle leaving him, “Don’t be shy.”

His pointer finger rubs between your folds over the top of your sleep shorts, wolfish grin on his face at how you mewl with it. And Toji can already tell he’s going to love teasing you, he’s going to revel in how pathetic you get. Already achingly hard in his pants, just from a bit of kissing and petting.

You frown at him but his eyes are set intently on your pussy, “Are you going to be like this the whole time?”

“Like what?” he asks, dragging his finger up to your clit and pressing a little harder.

A small, subdued sound leaves you at his touch, “Like an unbearable tease.”

“Oh, like that?” he hums and hooks his finger through the crotch of your shorts, slowly dragging them down your legs. “Probably,” definitely.

“So– hah—” his warm hand is pressed wholly over your cunt now, palm grinding against you, the material of your underwear adding a delicious kind of friction. “Nothing– hnn– nothing different from usual then.”

He tuts at your statement, “I’ve been nothing but accommodating to you, pretty.” He hooks into your panties like he did your shorts, “These are cute.”

You hadn’t worn them for him, coloured light and soft, little ribbon on the front. They’re your favourite and cutest, comfiest pair and they were supposed to make you feel better about confessing to him. Now, you really just want him to take them off. But he’s cruel and teasing, letting go of them and letting them snap back to your pussy.

It makes you jolt, twitching desperately around nothing. You’re so turned on and the sight of him on his knees, all smirky and low lidded eyes, it’s not helping. Able to feel the way fresh slick drools into your panties, pitifully wet for him and he’s not doing anything satisfying enough.

“Toji, could you please stop teasing me?”

“Nice manners, doll,” he compliments like he’s proud of you.

Your hand reaches to press back on his forehead, “Don’t patronise me.”

“I’m sorry,” though he doesn’t look it, “what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to take off my underwear.”

“I suppose I can manage that,” he replies, amused because he’s successfully baited you into asking for what he wanted.

This time, when he hooks his finger through your panties, he actually pulls them off. Tucking them into the pocket of his pants without you noticing, you’re too distracted by the fact that he’s already rubbing tight little circles into your clit with his thumb.

Damn near touch starved as he finally touches you directly, relief and white-hot pleasure burning through your whole body. Legs relaxing open a little, begging for more of his touch. Toji hums in approval, teeth biting into your thigh.

You hadn’t even noticed he’d moved in closer and you’re still not fully registering it because he’s all too quickly replacing his thumb with a hard lick against your whole pussy. Hands moving to your thighs to place your legs over his shoulders, form being tugged towards the edge of the couch.

It all happens so fast and is immediately good, it has your head spinning. Hand in his hair for something to hold onto, needing something to keep you grounded. He’s far too good at this, thighs shaking beside his head as he laps eagerly at your gooey cunt.

Dragging his tongue from your hole back to your clit rhythmically, the repeated motion has your orgasm building so unfortunately quick. You’re embarrassed about it but it’s his fault, he’d taunted you with barely anything and now he’s touching you so much and you’re loving it.

What’s ruining you even more is the fact that he seems to be enjoying himself so much. Moans muffled into your pussy, heated eyes watching your every reaction. His tongue sliding inside your hole, caressing you fervently. The sounds of him eating you out wet and obscene, making a mess of your cunt and his face.

Toji’s going borderline insane, high on the taste of you, on the sight of you. Your shivering form so pliant under his touch, opening yourself up completely to him with just a little bit of encouragement. Dick leaking precum into the front of his boxers, he can feel the way the material is sticking to him wetly.

A few more firm licks to your cunt and you’re cumming so sweetly for him. Flooding his mouth with your essence and he’s gulping it down lewdly, groaning against you because he can’t believe he’s got his mouth on you right now. Making out with your pussy until you’re shaking with overstimulation. Whining pitifully at him and pushing his head back, the whimpers of your sensitivity is like music to his ears.

“Oh my god– hng– Toji– hah– too much,” you’re trying to close your legs but you’re only trapping his head.

A grin is on Toji’s lips, you can feel how his mouth curves upwards. Still barely willing to part from your crying cunt but showing you mercy anyways. Prying your legs apart so he can pull back and it has you whimpering, sensitivity off the charts. His lips and chin shiny with your slick, pupils blown wide with his lust.

“That nearly makes up for you ignoring me,” licking his lips before lifting the hem of his shirt up and using it to wipe his face.

Your breathing is finally starting to even out a bit, “You’re insane.”

“Only for the taste of you,” he jokes, lifting himself off his knees and choosing to just dispose of the shirt completely.

It pulls your attention, his abs defined and all too tempting. His pecs making your mouth water, feeling a little desperate to touch him, maybe bite him a little. You’re a little surprised to find you’re still blazing with need, picturing how he’ll fuck you. Eyes trailing down his body to find his erection pressed firmly against his pants, just asking to be freed.

“Distracted?”

“Not even a little,” though you have to put a bit of an effort into looking in his eyes.

“Uh huh, I’m sure,” he sits down beside you and pats his lap a few times, waiting patiently for you.

“You know…” you crawl over to him, straddling his thighs, “I’m a little weak in the legs for this.”

Chuckle leaving him, “Dramatic as usual.”

You’re feeling so much more malleable after your orgasm, head tilting a little as you hum back. His hands glide up your sides, pulling your shirt up with them. You don’t even notice him dropping it to the floor, already buzzing from him groping your tits. Mouth leaving kisses and little nips to your collar bones.

“We can stop,” he offers, sucking your skin, “if you’re too tired.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“My bad, doll,” hand trailing south, two digits slipping into your dripping cunt, “forgot how needy you are.”

“I’m– hng– I’m not needy,” you half-heartedly grumble at him, “you’re just a tormenter.”

But the slick squelching sounds of his fingers dragging from your pussy, only to fuck back in quickly sing a tune of contradiction; agreeing with him instead of you. You’re folding forwards into him, forehead resting on his shoulder as he touches you with only the intent of making you crazy.

“Listen to that,” he sighs, letting the wet slapping of his palm against your clit do more of the talking. “You’re so fucking wet, messy girl.”

You only mewl back, his digits crooked and stroking your walls too perfectly for you to be bothered with another half-hearted denial. Denial that wouldn’t even hold up anymore anyways, cunt drooling lewdly down his wrist. Hot walls snug and taking him so well, almost greedy. The need he accuses you of shown blatantly when your hips rock against his hand. Trying and failing to ride his fingers how you want.

“You must want it bad, huh.” It’s phrased like a question but doesn’t quite come out like one, more of a statement than anything else.

When his teeth graze over your shoulder and bite down you’re nodding back quickly in reply. Babbling out, “Yes, yes– hnn– I wan– hah– want it, Toji.”

“Yeah, I know, doll,” he licks over the bite mark he’s just left behind, “cum again and I’ll give it to you.”

You’d complain about it being impossible if you weren’t already almost there. Always so much more sensitive and exceptionally easy after your first orgasm. Shivering around his fingers as he eases you open with them, scissoring them apart.

Toji moans at how your slick splatters onto his palm and dribbles down his wrist, you’ve finished only once and you’re so unbelievably creamy that he’s feeling ravenous. Dick reacting so viscerally to everything about you, if he’s being honest, he’s afraid he’s about to jizz in his pants.  He hasn’t been this horny for a while and he’s handling it worse than he thought he would.

Distracting himself by leaving all kinds of marks on your upper half with his mouth, he’ll get dizzy if he focuses on your pussy too much. The thought of sitting balls deep inside your tight, little hole has his dick weeping precum. If he thought a little harder about it, he’d definitely cum.

He’s feeling a little needy himself, tugging your head back and stifling all your cute sounds with his mouth. Kiss hot and urgent, messy in how he seeks you out with his tongue. Both of you moaning into it. He has to fight back a smile at how you paw at him, kisses growing messier and burning, you’re close.

So close, another stroke against your g-spot and palm slap to your clit has you completely falling apart on his fingers. Making out with him through it, seeking his lips like he’d deprived you of his kisses for an eternity. The orgasm you experience is head spinning ecstasy, shattering the very core of your being. You’ve never cum that hard before and you certainly weren’t expecting to in this moment.

Fingers coaxing you through it until you’re whimpering at him, body slumping against him as your muscles go slack. Already feeling severely fucked out and he’s not even properly fucked you yet. And by the feel of his cock against you, it’s a lot to take. Warmth spreading through your tummy at the thought and making you clench around nothing.

“Can I put it in, pretty?” he asks and it comes out a little more desperate than he was aiming for but it’s not nearly packed with the amount of desperation he’s currently experiencing.

And even in your semi fucked out state, you joke back, “I don’t know, can you?”

Toji snorts a little as he pulls his dick from his pants, swiping his tip through your folds. “May I please put it in, princess?” he corrects.

The way his cock rests at your entrance, the slightest amount of pressure, it has you folding, “You may.”

“Well thank you,” and then he’s opening you up with his big dick.

In this moment, you are beyond grateful that he took the time to carefully prepare you for this big stretch. Still feeling like you’re being split open by his sheer size. Tears in the corners of your eyes because you’re so overstimulated, head spinning as you take in his length inch by delicious inch.

He’s not fairing much better than you, as soon as you’re properly sitting on him he’s cumming a little. Teeth digging into his lower lip as he moans, embarrassed that he’s already ejaculated, even if it’s only a little. His arms wrap around you and hold you tight, needing you to stay so still for him.

Maybe that’s a mistake on his part though because he can feel so clearly how you’re trembling around him. Your gooey walls so silky smooth and warm, dripping so wet and divine he can hardly think. Fighting off his orgasm through pure willpower alone. Distracting himself with leaving hickeys on your collarbone, biting at where your shoulder meets your neck. The way you shudder and your pussy convulses has another moan pulling from his chest.

“You feel fucking divine,” he groans, hips starting to grind up into you.

You’re reeling, head spinning so fast and feeling wobbly from pleasure. Your cunt is throbbing around him and you can feel how you gush as your arousal heightens. He’s stretching you open perfectly, veins thumping against your slick walls.

Unable to hold back and raising your hips off of him, just to slam them back down. Doing your best to ride him how you’re aching to, the filthy sounds of sloppy fucking reverberating around the room. Toji’s letting you move on your own, hands resting on your thighs but not doing anything else.

He’s feeling completely over the moon, your movements painfully adorable to him. Not to mention incredibly pleasurable, pussy sucking him back in greedily. Your urgency endears him, enjoying how you struggle to hit all your best spots, the sounds of your moans all pitchy and desperate. Right where he wants to be, he wants to see how long you’ll manage this pace before you’re begging him for help.

It's good but not enough, moving so you can slot your mouth over Toji’s. Kissing him deep and feeling it deep inside you when he grabs the back of your head and kisses you back just as fervently. Hips still bouncing on top of him, rutting yourself down against him every time you meet his pelvis, stimulating your clit

You’re warm and floaty and getting close to hitting your high again but your thighs are shaky and your movements are slowing down. It’s got you whining into his mouth with slight frustration, a pathetic little noise that you wish hadn’t come out as clearly as it did because you just know he’s going to use it against you.

Parting your lips but kept connected by a string of saliva, it snaps when you whinge, “Don’t speak.”

His eyes flash as he grins back at you, “Didn’t say anything, doll.”

“You– hng– you were gonna.”

“What– hah– would I say?” his head tips back, watching you through low lidded eyes, admiring how you move, “maybe something about that cute sound you just made?”

“Only if you were mean.”

Humming back at you, hand sliding up your side, “We both know I can be a little mean.”

“Be nice– hnn– to the woman riding you, Toji,” placing your hands on his shoulders for the extra leverage.

“I’ll be so nice and offer her my help,” both hands gripping your hips now.

Your own trail down his body, delighting in how firm he is, always wanting to touch him all over, “Go on then,” you smile, “offer.”

“Brat,” he complains, though still smiling. “Do you want my help? Want me to fuck you hard and fast? Hit all those spots you’re desperately trying to?”

Your pussy reacts to him, twitching a little. “Please?”

“I like that,” he squeezes your hips, “beg a little more, pretty?”

“Toji,” pouting at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He doesn’t want to push his luck; he knows how stubborn you can get.

He shifts a little, sitting up a bit more, feet flat to the floor. And that’s all the warning you get before his thrusts are harsh and quick, nearly knocking the wind out of you. He’s practically using you as his own fuck-toy, easily pulling you off his cock just to ram right back in. It’s devastating, eyes rolling as you let yourself be taken by him.

Toji’s teeth are digging into his lower lip, brows furrowed as he repeatedly sheathes himself inside you as deep as you can take it. You’re so pliant and responsive, sensitivity up to the absolute max after how he played with you. He’s in heaven, the desire to have you like this, to touch you all over, he’s practically wanted it since the first time he laid eyes on you.

You’re a perfect vision and he’s in love with how you’re falling apart, so quick to react, to get off. The fact he can tell how much he turns you on, can feel how you twitch every time he speaks to you, how you get a little wetter when he teases or your eyes meet, it’s ruining him. So easy to read and it makes it all the better for him, to know you want him just as bad as he wants you elevates everything he’s experiencing.

“Toji– hng– there! I’m gonna– ah!– if you keep—”

“—Here?” he asks, tip kissing your cervix.

You’re slack jawed and nodding back at him, eyes rounded and on the verge of shedding sparkling tears. Lungs seizing in your chest as you start tensing up, orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

And because Toji is cruel, he teases, “Or here?” Thrusts slowing, angled differently.

Hands clenched into fists by his shoulders, whimpering at him sadly, “Toji.”

“You wanna cum?” and when you nod back he nods with you, mocking. “Beg for it then.”

You want it too bad to complain at him, you have a feeling that he’s aware of that. “Please, Toji,” blinking at him. Moving in closer so your lips hover over his, “Please– hng– let me– hff– cum, I need it.”

“Let me help you out,” he coos like he wasn’t actively preventing your orgasm.

He gives you what you begged for, dick back to hitting exactly where you need it, stroking you to insanity. You’re cumming so quickly, as soon as he stops edging you with torturous thrusts you’re creaming around his cock. He fucks you through it, keeping you in euphoria as you shake and shiver through it.

You’ve barely come down before he’s pulling out of you and manhandling your limp form so you’re stomach down on the couch. Toji undresses himself the rest of the way and he thinks it may be the quickest he’s ever gotten his pants off.

Large body above yours and lips by your ear, “You still with me, doll?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good,” he fucks back into you from above, “Fuuuck– hff– cause I’ve not cum yet.” A little lie but he doesn’t think you noticed that he’s already cum a little bit.

The sensation is different in the prone bone position, his dick hitting a different spot. Your moan is long and drawn out, breaking into a little whimper when his hands press into your lower back. He manages to fuck in a little deeper because of it, hole welcoming him in hungrily. You’re stuffed so full and loving every second of it.

Brain buzzing, thoughts starting and ending with Toji and how good it feels for him to plunge into you. Blissed out on your multiple orgasms and still feeling so good, senses overwhelmed by every jolt of pleasure he delivers to you. Mewling with every thrust, cunt drooling saccharine sweet around him.

Toji’s eyes watch gratefully at the drag of his cock in and out of your snug hole, creamy white ring around his shaft. It’s not going to take him long to cum but he’s doing his best to hold off, he just wants to see if he can get you to finish again. Wants to see clearly how you coat his dick in your juices. He feels a bit perverted, or maybe feral, but he can’t help himself.

“You’re– hff– you’re so cute, you know that, doll?” his affection for you getting the better of him, “downright adorable,” his pelvis bounces off your ass with a particularly sharp buck of his hips, “especially when you’re taking me so well.”

You can’t reply to him, too busy drooling onto your couch cushion. When you’ve sobered up and are no longer cock drunk, you’ll get mad at him for fucking you so messy on the couch. You nearly go cross eyed when he slams against your g-spot, choking on your own moans.

“That feel good?” he asks, excitement not even a little bit hidden. “Sounded like it felt good.”

If Toji’s anything, he’s relentless. Fucking you into the couch, repeatedly driving into that one spot. He knows you’re close, he can feel it. Brimming with so many feelings and immense pleasure that he doesn’t know what to do with it all, leaning down to bite your shoulder for a third time tonight. He’d stop doing it if you didn’t seem to like it so much, your pussy squeezing him lovingly.

The dull pain of his teeth imprinting your soft skin makes you tingle, cunt spasming as you cum again. Feet kicking a little through it, walls gripping him tight and attempting to milk his own orgasm out of him. Lucky for you, it works. Toji’s coming with a bitten-out moan, hips slamming against your ass and holding tight against you. He refuses to pull out or move, cumming inside your warm walls. Load dumped deep inside you, filling your womb in a way that makes him almost whine.

You’re so out of it, feeling like you’re floating, or maybe barely conscious. Limbs like jelly as you lay there with Toji’s dick stuffed inside your still twitching hole. He lowers himself a little more, using his forearms to hold himself up so he doesn’t squash you under his weight. The two of you lay like that for a while, not that you think you could move if you really wanted to.

He presses a kiss to the temple of your head, “Let’s wash up.”

“Can’t move,” you mumble back.

“I’ll do all the work for you,” he huffs, “like usual.”

“As you should.”

“Mhm,” he sits up and watches closely as he pulls out of you. His own cum dripping back out of you and onto the couch. He came a lot, his load making a sloppy mess of you and now your couch.

He refrains from teasing you about how messy you’re being, instead carefully collecting you into his arms. You cling to him as he walks the short distance from your lounge to the bathroom. In fact, you’re clinging to him the whole time. Far too shaky and uncertain about your ability to hold yourself up to let go of him. It makes it a bit hard for him to start the shower but he manages.

Your back is resting against his front as his hands pass over your soaped up body, “Aren’t you glad you got drunk and confessed?” he jokes, just to stir the pot a bit.

“Aren’t you glad you cooked for me,” you reply lazily, feeling far too good to get riled up right now.

“You’re much more docile after a few orgasms,” hands slowly creeping upwards.

“Imagine that.”

Your tits are enveloped by his palms, groping lewdly at your slippery skin. “Don’t have to.”

“You’re going to kill me, Toji,” you whine, jolting when he pinches your nipples.

The laugh he lets out can be felt through your back from where he’s pressed against you. His hands drifting back down to hold you by your waist, “Still dramatic though.”

Once you’re both out the shower, he helps you dry off and change into something warm. He wears clothes that are oversized on you and still far too small for him to wear comfortably. Even though he lives right next door, he doesn’t leave, choosing to stay in the ill-fitting clothes.

You’re relaxing on your bed comfortably, dozing a bit. You’d have fallen asleep if Toji hadn’t come back in and woken you up with his judgement. “The state of your fridge is abysmal,” he pokes at your cheek, “we’ll have to eat at mine.”

You reach up and make grabbing motions at him.

“What? You want a hug or something?” large smile on his face.

Nodding happily back at him, “Yeah.” Food can wait for later, for now, Toji will hold you close in your bed and you’ll reply lazily to whatever conversation he’s trying to carry with you.

α.η. i finally finished !!! i was supposed to finish this like literally over a year ago for my old blog but better late than never i guess ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) thanks for reading !! and i hope you guys enjoyed !!

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and maybe because you’re hypnotised by the thump! thump! of the veins in his dick against your walls, or the brutal way he’s rubbing up against your cervix, or maybe it’s just because you’re so weak for him. it doesn’t really matter either way because you’re agreeing, “just once.”

there’s no time wasted between your words and his lips on yours, kissing you urgently. his tongue in your mouth licking against you, his moans spilling into the kiss. he was right, this feels good, you’re practically melting into it. cunt positively creaming around him as he dizzies you with full kisses.

gojo can feel the way you react to him, the way you shake and shiver and your pussy gushes. it’s got him confused because you like it so much and yet, you’ve never once let him kiss you before now, “what’s wrong with you?” he almost whimpers against your mouth, “i could’ve been kissing you the whole time, sweetie.”

you raise your hand and cover his mouth to stop him from kissing you more, eyes all dazed, “no more.”

he groans and drops his forehead to yours, eyes heated as he watches you fall apart for him. when your hand slips from his face, he says, “why not? you like it so much. i felt your pussy drooling around me, she loves it.”

you’re about to cum, gasping against him and you want to tell him to shut up but he’s kissing you again, deep. whining against you as you finish suddenly, cunt squeezing him tight as you soak his dick. kissing him back just as fervently, you like kissing him, body buzzing pleasantly as you cum.

gojo hums indulgently at you, playing the role of the ever patient and doting boyfriend, “ask for what you want or you won’t get it.”

digging your teeth into your lower lip as you consider your options but as the pads of his fingers caress your g-spot, you know you’re done for. hands grasping at his biceps, eyes a little wider with your overwhelming need, “‘toru! please– ohh god– inside– hng– i want—”

“—you want?”

eyelashes sticking together with your fight against unshed tears, gaze set on how your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers over and over, “your dick!– please– just fuck me open already.”

“good job,” he grins. digits slipping from you, drenched in your slick, “you always struggle to ask for what you want but if you ask, i’ll always give it to you.”

using the hand of the fingers that were just inside you, he lubes his cock with your wetness. hissing through his teeth as he grips his shaft and strokes a few times. you can see the way his abs twitch and his balls pull, he’d neglected himself to prep and tease you.

you always forget that he gets off on giving you pleasure, so involved in how cruel and teasing he’s being to remember that he really loves touching you. there’s gotta be something wrong with him because he looks painfully hard in his hand. he could’ve been inside you ages ago if he weren’t so intent on this song and dance.

“pay attention,” he taps the head of his dick against your clit a few times.

his touch jolts you back to yourself, you’d spaced out while staring at his cock. he slides his tip from your clit down to your hole, almost pressing inside before trailing back up. “why are you such a— hng!”

cut off by your own moan, all the air leaving your lungs. you’d been surprised by how he’s suddenly plunged inside, only about half-way in but more than enough to have your eyes rolling and back arching. he’d worked you up so much already you might cum far quicker than you want too.

“i’m sorry, pretty…” he huffs, making the monumental effort of dragging his eyes from where his cock is splitting you open, “what were you saying?”

you can’t talk, not yet, still reeling from the shock of how good it feels to finally have him in you. walls convulsing wildly around him as you struggle to fight off immediately cumming. though gojo seems to be enjoying your struggle immensely.

he knows, he always knows, he’s just that attuned to your body. so, of course he slams his hips forward and shoves the rest of his dick inside you all at once. your fingers dig into his skin as you mewl, he got what he wanted by doing that. your creamy walls tight and trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.

you’re cumming hard around him and truly all he’s done is fed you his cock. he finds you adorable, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches you squirm and twitch. gooey walls loving on him so sweetly, asking so nicely for his cum. he’s aching for it, he could dump a hot load inside your womb right now but it’s not enough, he needs to have more of your sweet cunt before he’s satisfied.

doing your best to respond but it’s not completely coherent, not when he’s started grinding into you. tip of his dick rubbing against your cervix, stimulating you cruelly as you shake and shiver through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“c’mon sweetheart,” he encourages, hands hooking under your knees to fold you, “what were you gonna tell me?”

you feel so incredibly full, head all fuzzy, “why– hnn– you’re such a fucking tease– hhh–”

“you bring it outta me,” he sighs like it’s a compliment. you’re so creamy around his dick that he’s choking a little, “fuuck– now sing for me.”

just like that, his pace is brutal, patience officially snapping. snapping like his hips, skin against skin loud in your shared room. you’re so sensitive too, orgasm barely passing before he’s fucking you into the mattress. the veins on his shaft throbbing against your twitchy walls, it’s good, too good.

your moans are pitchy and broken, feeling like he might actually break you or fuck you stupid. clawing to him desperately even in your folded up position, suddenly aching to be held by him. wanting him up against you completely.

you blink at him and struggle through moans, “hold me?”

“aw, sweetie,” he coos at you, he loves how clingy you get during sex, tugs at his heart strings as well as his balls. “of course,” because he meant it when he said all you ever had to do was ask.

gojo tugs your legs so they wrap around his waist and then he leans down, pressing his chest against yours. your arms loop around his upper back and hold him close, whining a bit at how he seems to slip impossibly deeper.

he’s overwhelmed by his affection for you and kisses you deep, tongue in your mouth licking against your own. shivers go down his spine at it, moan rumbling from his chest at your cunt squeezing him a little tighter. your reaction to his kisses visceral and obvious.

it’s not that much later that he’s on the verge of cumming, strokes deep and calculated as he does his best to keep the pace he’d set. he knows you’re about ready to cum again too, pussy begging for just a little bit more.

already knowing the answer to the question he’s about to ask but asking it anyways, “where you want it, pretty?” mostly he just wants to hear you say it.

your eyes are glossy and your lips are swollen from his hot kisses, “in– hng– inside me,” you whimper.

“sure, sweetie, whatever you want,” he grins like he’s not already excitedly picturing his seed leaking from your stretched hole.

his pelvis smacking against your clit inevitably does you in again, pathetic sounds that you hardly recognise as your own flooding the room. gojo struggles to let you ride it out, honeyed pussy attempting to milk him before he’s done getting you off.

and when you look at him with bleary, tearful eyes, he’s finished. fucking himself as far into you as he can go while he stuffs you with his load. feeling it so clearly how his spend is dripping back down his shaft, cumming too much for you to take it all.

gojo slips out of you tentatively and greedily eyes your drooling hole. his insides clawing with an obscene need, a filthy need to play with your messy cunt even more.

you’re blissed out in the foggy haze of your afterglow, forgetting how much of a pervert your boyfriend truly is until you’re jolted by his mouth on your overstimulated, overstuffed pussy. his tongue lapping at his own cum, cleaning you up while also ruining you further. your hands shoot to his hair as you weakly try to tug at him.

he relents a little unwillingly, moving up your body. his thumb on your chin pulling down, indicating for you to open your mouth. you wordlessly do what he wants, tongue hanging from your mouth and he spits your mixed cum onto it.

“you’re so perfect,” he grunts before taking your lips with his, all messy and deep. the taste of your shared cum filling the kiss. it’s dirty and lewd and it has you holding him tighter and whining into his mouth.

he may be a perverted freak, but you guess you’re no better.

Relationships are hard, which is probably why your longest one yet still ended despite your desire for it not to. Maybe you should’ve tried harder, communicated more. These are thoughts that run through your head frequently in the aftermath. Breaking up with a man you still love but aren’t quite sure you like anymore was incredibly gut wrenching. Going no contact was even harder but you knew you’d go back if you didn’t. 

It's been months and you’re still filled with regrets over what could’ve been, what you could’ve done differently. But that’s neglecting the fact that you tried for so long with nothing changing. You were feeling underappreciated – you were underappreciated – and you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life like that. You deserve more, you deserve to feel like you’re important.

It got to the point where you were too embarrassed to tell your friends about how you were feeling because you knew what they’d say. You knew because you would’ve told them the same thing had they been in your spot. Leave.

So, you did but you’re left with a sense of longing and the longer time passes the more your feelings fester into something else. Anger, annoyance, disappointment. Why couldn’t he just treat you how you deserved, was it so hard for him to act like he loved you. Was it because he didn’t love you?

Relationships are overrated.

Sighing to yourself as you wander the aisles of the convenience store, you just need a few things to help with your hangover and then you’ll go back to your apartment and wallow. Your friends had told you that you needed to move on and to them, that meant clubbing. A lot of dancing and free drinks later, you’re stuck with fun memories and a killer headache.

A headache that’s making it hard to properly orient yourself in this small store. They need to stop moving things around, every time you get used to the layout—they change something again. You’re crouched down low looking for pain meds when you feel someone behind you. They’re too close and it’s weird, if you’re in the way they can just wait or politely ask you to move.

You can feel them move off to your side, squatting down next to you. A large hand presents the brand you were looking for and you quickly recognise the tattoos on his wrist. This is so your luck, you’ve spent months avoiding the hell out of him just for him to show up when you’re in a bad mood, hungover, and wearing one of his hoodies you’d kept.

Perhaps it’s a little petty of you but you lean over and grab from where he’d pulled the meds from instead of taking from him directly. You’re standing up right after, not wanting to have to talk to him.

“Holding a grudge I see,” Sukuna comments, looking up at you.

Looking down your nose, you’re asking, “Do I know you?”

“C’mon now,” he rises to his full height, towering over your form, “We know each other intimately.”

“I’m not in the mood, Sukuna,” you walk off. Going to the front to pay.

“See, you do remember me.” Despite your lack of a reply, he’s following behind you, “Big night?”

You don’t answer that either, entirely not in the mood to deal with this. It was hard enough not reaching out to him in the time after your breakup and now he appears out of nowhere acting like nothing happened.

There’s nothing said between you two until you’re out the store, his big mouth opening to say, “Do you miss me?”

Continuing to walk ahead, grumbling out, “I’m not answering that.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, our relationship wasn’t all bad.”

You turn around and glare at him, trying to figure out if you have it in you to get mad right now. You don’t, you’re tired and worn out and any anger you try to summon is being dampened by the sadness you’re feeling at seeing him so unexpectedly.

The ache of your—not so—freshly ended relationship is nowhere close to being soothed and on top of that, you don’t feel well from your hangover. A part of you is craving his comfort and then the other part of you is growing sadder because he never was able to give the kindness you needed.

Deciding to stay silent, you face forwards once again and start walking away from him. Of course, he’s not one to give up so easily, still on your tail.

Sukuna’s voice is as recognisable now as it always had been, “You’re seriously going to keep ignoring me?” he’s caught up to you, walking beside you like you’re not trying to avoid him.

Able to feel his eyes watching you carefully, taking in your strained expression, your tired eyes. You really wish you had enough anger in you to say something accurate and cutting that would have him second guessing himself but in this moment, you’ve got nothing.

Observing you for a little while longer before stating, “You kept my hoodie.”

That has you stopping again and wordlessly, you’re pulling it off and chucking it at him. Left in a too thin t-shirt for the cool weather you’re having but you can hardly care, your apartment isn’t far.

“That’s not what I wanted.”

“I don’t really care what you want anymore.”

He doesn’t blink at that, choosing to ignore the sentiment and telling you what he wants anyways, “I miss you.”

You’re taken aback but not so much as to let it show on your face. That anger you couldn’t find earlier finding you at his simple statement. How can he show up out of nowhere and say that to you without shame? After he let you feel like an afterthought for so long that you started to make yourself and your worries smaller for him.

Frown making its way onto your face as you glare at him, “Fuck you.”

Your words and the venom packed into them don’t bother him, “You’re honestly expecting me to believe you don’t miss me? That you suddenly hate me?”

There’s an incredulous look on your face, shocked by his audacity. Your brows then pinching together as you sigh quietly, “I don’t hate you, Sukuna.”

“Then?”

“‘Then’ nothing.”

The way you feel is too confusing to put into words, anytime you try to open your mouth to verbalise them you end up stopping yourself. Sukuna lets you cycle through all the ways in which you want to try answering him, uncharacteristically patient in this moment.

“I can’t hate you, but I also can’t miss you,” you settle on, a little anticlimactically. “In our relationship… you took something from me and you made me smaller. I’m not putting myself in that position again just because you suddenly feel like you miss me.”

Sukuna takes a step closer to you, about to touch you when you move away from him. His eyebrow twitches at that. “I could change, do better.”

It’s a genuine sign of vulnerability on his part but it’s coming a little too late, he still hasn’t ever apologised to you.

“I don’t believe you.” It takes everything in you to walk away but you do.

Life would’ve gone back to being quiet after that but you still have mutual friends and so the next time you run into him is all too soon at a friend’s birthday party. The party is being thrown at a laid-back bar, gathering for a few drinks.

Everything had started okay, your friends managing to keep you two separate for the most part. That was until the tail end of the evening when he weaselled his way into sitting directly next to you. He’s taking up a lot of space in the booth, leaving you far too conscious of him.

Honestly, you’re even surprised he came tonight. It’s not like he particularly likes Satoru all that much, so it was a bit of a shock to see him here when you walked in. For a split moment, you had considered walking right back out but it was too late and you’d already been spotted.  

The warmth radiating off of him is frustrating because it’s so familiar, the urge to slide in closer and rest against him like you used to almost overwhelming. Almost. As much as you want to find comfort in him, you know you shouldn’t. Not just because of your past but also because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

The last time he saw you, you were considerably more broken. Your state pitiful and tired, it’s not the same tonight. Tonight, you dressed up nice, you have more bite back in you and you’re refusing to let him shake your confidence with his presence. The last meeting is one you survived; you’re going to survive this one too.

Showing the attitude you’re carrying with you tonight by muttering at him, “Go sit somewhere else.”

He leans down to reply to you, “I’m fine here.”

“Then I’ll go sit somewhere else,” you say pointedly.

“Don’t be like that,” his legs spread a little wider, his outer thigh resting against yours. “We can be civil for our friends birthday.”

Glaring back at him and pulling your leg away from his, “You don’t even like, Satoru.”

Sukuna’s eyes roll at what he deems your dramatic reaction to his touch, “I don’t dislike him… I just find him annoying.”

“You find everyone annoying.”

“Not you.”

Your arms fold, body language closed off from him, “Well, that’s ironic, considering I find you very annoying.”

He sighs your name, “If I said sorry would you forgive me?”

Oh, he’s pushing it, “We’re not talking about this here.”

That piques his interest, “So, if we went somewhere else?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

His arm rests on the backrest of the booth, “You’re so stubborn.”

You glance up at him and severely regret it, his eyes look soft on you despite the fact he’s just complained about your stubbornness. The fondness in them throws you for a moment, not sure on how you’re feeling about it.

Looking away from him as you reply, “Good thing it’s not your problem then.”

“It’s a problem I’d welcome.” He grins at you.

“Are you aiming to upset me?”

A warm hand is placed on your knee, encouraging you to look into his eyes, “I really am sorry.”

Everything stops, the words he’d neglected to say for months now said to you so sincerely long after the relationship ended. There’s a knot in your stomach and you’re not sure how you’re about to react. Halfway between slapping him and crying.

Plucking his hand off of you, you stand and exit the booth. Pointedly ignoring how Sukuna calls your name, trying to regain your attention. You’re not going back, you can feel it in yourself, the way you might actually want to forgive him. Moving forwards, you find Satoru and give him one last birthday wish. Not wanting to be impolite to him on his special day and then you’re leaving the bar.

You’re less than happy as you walk out onto the street, you let him get to you. Literally only a few minutes of conversation with him and he shook your resolve. Unluckily for you and your resolve, it doesn’t take long for Sukuna to catch up to you. He’s pulling you back into him, big arms wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

He’s so warm around you, a completely familiar feeling you used to find so much comfort in. Despite your thoughts, you’re physically relaxing into his hold. Taking in a controlled breath, you say, “Let me go.”

“Take me back and I will.”

“You suck,” you mutter.

The intimacy you two shared is something you’ve been craving, you always felt so safe when he held you and now it’s almost like he’s weaponising that against you. Intentionally or not.

He grumbles against you, “I miss you.”

Spinning in his hold, you place your hands on his chest. “You’re not being fair to me.”

“Take me back anyways.” He leans down closer to you, intentions clear. He’s being selfish and he has to be aware of that but he also must not care because he doesn’t stop himself.

Despite the fact you know you’re vulnerable and it’s a bad idea, you let him kiss you. Entirely too weak in this moment to push him away any more than you already have. His lips on yours are like coming home, his kiss the same as you remember, if not a little more imploring. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in closer, not feeling this way for a long time. Skin growing hot from his full kisses and quickly getting carried away by the moment.  

Sukuna’s all too happily holding you even closer, big hands on your hips keeping you against him. He’s gripping you firmly, like you might disappear. He sucks on your tongue just to make you shudder, the kiss quickly changing from romantic to arousing.

He trails his lips down your throat and you push his head back, “We’re in public.”

“There’s hardly anyone around,” he replies, not worried. Lips on yours again, his tongue filling your mouth to kiss you that much deeper.

You can feel the way he groans when you push him again, “Stop,” the back of your hand rests over your lips, able to feel the heat radiating off your face. You’re embarrassed, “You turn every kiss dirty.”

“You’re overreacting,” even though he says that, his touch is gentle as he cradles the side of your face.

“Am not. People shouldn’t kiss like that in public.”

That grants you an eye roll. He’s never been one to care about what the people around you think. “Fine, follow me,” he grabs your hand and tugs you along after him.

Your judgement must be fuzzy from the kiss because you’re going along with him, “Where are we going?”

“My car.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, “I’m not making out with you in your car, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re not,” he grins evilly, “We’re going back to my place.”

“Oh, really?” You know you shouldn’t, you know that falling into bed with him is such a big step backwards in your moving on plans, but you can’t deny that the thought of it is tempting.

“I’m not the only one who missed you,” crudely referencing his dick. “And I know you missed it too.”

The daze from his lips on yours has lessened and maybe because he’s upset you so much, you’re returning that invitation with, “Missed what? Faking orgasms?”

He drops your hand and moves in close to you again, his hands now on either side of your head. Thumb brushing against your lower lip before pulling it down, all the heat quickly returning to your face from his small action. “If I were a lesser man I’d let that get to me more, but I know you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

His thumb pulls back and your lip is back in place, he lingers for a moment longer. Dark eyes considering you and your lips for a bit too long before he grabs your hand once more and continues the walk back to his car.

By this point, you’ve resigned yourself to the status of having officially caved. Willingly going along with him to his place. Sitting uncomfortably in his car’s front seat thanks to the wetness pooling in your panties. It’s been far too long since you last were kissed like that, since you were desired. Discomfort manifesting in your wriggling, thighs rubbing against each other slyly as you do your best to think about anything other than his lips on your skin.

He's pulling onto his street when he speaks again, “You know how I know you’re lying about faking your orgasms?”

Okay, so clearly that did get to him. “I don’t know what makes you think I was lyi—”

“—I know because…” he parks the car and turns the engine off, “you’re a terrible actor. Squirming on the spot because you’re all turned on from a hot kiss.” His hand rests on your jumping thigh, holding it still, “You couldn’t fake an orgasm to save your life,” leaning in to hover his lips over yours, “not to mention all those times I had you squir—”

Your hand slaps over his mouth to shut him up, not needing the reminder of how easy you are for him. “You talk too much about unnecessary things.”

Sukuna grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back, the smile on his face telling you he’s remembering the times he had you squirting around his dick all too fondly. “I disagree.”

Then he moves in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek like he’d done a million times before in the past. It’s the simplicity in the familiar affection that tugs at your heart strings and you can’t help but seek him out more. Turning your head so you can catch his lips with yours, arms around his neck as you both move in sync.

He indulges you completely, holding onto you just as desperately as you are to him. His hands moving over you and groping wherever he can manage to grab. Palming at your tit, greedily holding onto you and groaning into your mouth. You’re crawling over the centre console and he’s helping you along, encouraging you to straddle his lap.

The kiss between you both growing hotter and greedier, you give a little grind down into his erection and he moans into your mouth. The hands on your thighs digging into you at it, wanting more, wanting you to do it again. Giving a second grind down has his lips parting from yours as his head falls back on the cars headrest.

Soft pants coming from him, “I thought you weren’t gonna make out with me in my car?”

“I can stop,” you offer.

There’s a pause and genuine consideration in his expression, filtering through his options. “I’m not fucking you in my car, not after waiting this long.” He pops open his door and helps you to your feet, “We’re doing this properly, in my bed, where I can strip you bare and fuck you how I want.”

You’re watching him and waiting for him to get out of the car himself. “Are you trying to tease me with the anticipation or something?”

“Is it working?” His eyebrow raises to you.

You glare at him, refusing to answer because it definitely is working.

He grins because he still knows you far too well and because he was joking. “I just need a moment,” nodding down to where his thick arousal strains against the front of his pants.

And suddenly you’re feeling embarrassed despite how you were just rocking your clothed cunt against it. “Ah, right.”

“Feeling shy?” comes his taunting voice.

Shooting him with a glare, trying to remind him that you could leave at any moment. “I’d be careful how you act, Sukuna.”

“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not gonna make it upstairs.” He reaches into his pants and readjusts his erection, small hiss passing his lips at his own touch. Then he’s out the car and standing in front of you, the sound of the car door closing behind him.

His hands reach for you and you think it’s to grope at you again but he’s carefully tugging your shirt back into place. Making sure you don’t look so dishevelled from when he was groping you earlier.

Another small action that has your affection for him overwhelming you, wanting to hold him close and experience being loved by him again. Instead, you grab his hands to stop his considerate touch. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like you love me.”

He’s faltering at that, fixing himself to say something before deciding against it at the last minute. Settling his answer on a simple, “Fine.”

Everything is suddenly spinning; he’s picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Lugging you into his apartment building while carrying you like a sack of potatoes or something similar. You plant your elbows into his back and use that leverage to hold your head up in your palms, sighing at him.

“This is embarrassing.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says, tone of voice clearly reflecting his indifference.

And of course, because he can’t help himself, he’s taking the opportunity to grab at your ass. You’re kicking your legs at it a little, but it doesn’t even throw him off balance, completely sturdy and continuing up to his apartment.

“Can’t you put me down?”

His head turns and bites at your sensitive side, teeth nipping your skin where your shirt has ridden up. “No.”

“What the hell!” hand threading into his hair to tug back on his head, “what was that for?”

“Felt like it,” he grins at you, eyes darker than usual from how his pupils have taken over.

Finally at his front door after what feels like hours, though he’s still not putting you down. Single hand resting on your ass while his other reaches into his pocket for his keys. A little forceful in how he kicks the door closed behind him as he crosses the threshold, his impatience becoming more apparent.

You’re not let go until he’s got you in his room, dropped onto his mattress and bouncing a little because of it. Fixing him with an unimpressed gaze, looking through your lashes at him from down below. He’s looking at you with a hungry sort of expression, taking you in slowly. Despite being fully dressed you feel exposed to him, not needing to be a mind reader to be able to tell he’s imagining you naked.

He leans down and grabs your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, “I can only get so turned on.” Lips on yours messy, resulting in a sloppy kiss. His hand not letting you go, still pinching your cheeks to have your lips in a pout.

Huffing out between kisses, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Uh huh.” Not letting the insult get to him, too preoccupied with kissing you breathless.

Reaching your arms around him and hooking a leg around his waist at the same time to attempt to pull him onto the bed properly. You want him under you, growing frustrated by his blasé attitude. It’s not like he’s wrong, he’s just fucking annoying.

Sukuna doesn’t move at all, still when he asks, “What are you trying to do?”

“I was trying to pull you onto the bed,” still pouting.

His hand squishes your cheeks together a little more harshly, “Oh? Feeling desperate?”

“No.” You rumble at him. “I wanted to sit on you.”

And the way he positively lights up has you regretting your choice in words, “What a fantastic idea.”

Hands everywhere on you, undressing you quickly. He slows down when he’s stripped you to your underwear. Appreciating the sight of you, hands trailing up your thighs to keep them open, knowing you too well, knowing you were about to shut them and ruin his view.

“You’re awful wet for someone you had to fake orgasms for,” he comments cruelly, proving his point by digging his thumb into the wet spot on your panties.

He practically shudders at the feel of your slick, in awe by how drenched the material has gotten. It almost has him feeling a little bad for how long it took him to get you up here. Using his thumb to stroke through your folds, teasing you, riling you up even more. Maybe he doesn’t feel all that bad, since your needy reactions make all the wait worth it.

You’re biting into your lower lip to stifle down all the whingey sounds that threaten to slip, you can’t give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Thankfully, he stops touching your pussy but that’s because he’s swapped his focus to unhooking your bra. Shamelessly groping your tits in his large hands, sighing blissfully as he does.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Voice a little strained, jolt going through your body as he pinches your nipples. “That’d be sweeter if you weren’t staring at my tits.”

“I think it’s plenty sweet, considering I was talking to them.” Tongue already hanging from his mouth as he leans down to take your left nipple in.

Gripping his hair automatically as you gasp, insides fluttering at how he’s tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue. Not pulling back until you let out a little moan, his teeth nipping at you as he does. Eyes looking up at you through his lashes, mouth moving to the middle of your chest. Leaving behind soft kisses before sucking a hickey into your skin.

When he does manage to detach himself from you, he’s grabbing your head between his hands. “I got a little distracted,” full kiss pressed to your lips, “let’s have you sit on me, yeah? Just like my precious princess wanted.”

“Why do I feel like you’re not actually going to give me what I want.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

A single hand is in the front of your panties and tugging them down your legs harshly, chucked over his shoulder into some corner of the room. His shirt goes after, like he decided last minute to take it off and you’re grateful for it. His naked torso as enticing as you remember it, the tattoos on his body always managing to arouse you a little more than you expect it to.

He flops onto his back beside you and you let out a shocked laugh, not expecting it. His hand taps at his chest, gesturing for you to get on top of him. A little shakily, you climb onto his lap and he tuts at you. Head shaking softly as he flicks his fingers at you in a ‘come hither’ motion.

“You’re sitting on my face, pretty,” wicked and lecherous smile gracing his features.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly,” eyes unwavering. “You said you wanted to sit on me.”

“I meant—”

“—My dick? I’m aware,” he trails his hands up your legs, digging his fingers into the fat of your thighs. “But I want you on my face so get up here.”

The tone he uses is the one he gives when he’s not interested in continuing the back and forth. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue but even in all your time together this isn’t something you’d done. Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, biting at your lower lip as you gaze down at him.

“Stop being cute,” the way he pinches at your sensitive skin makes you pout. “If you keep me waiting much longer I’ll just pick you up myself.”

“You’re such a perv,” you grumble but shuffle up his body.

His hand slaps lightly at your ass as you make your way to his face, self-satisfied grin already etched onto his features. “Uh huh,” he hums offhandedly.

Once your dripping cunt is hovering over his face he’s well and truly distracted, thumbs reaching under you to part your folds. Eyes glinting in the low light of the room as he consumes you with his eyes. Well and truly pleased with your compliance, with how soaked you are.

Sukuna’s almost convinced he could open his mouth to hang his tongue and you’d drip sinfully sweet onto it. Beads of your delicious slick drooling from your hole and sliding down your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto it. He can feel his dick twitching in his pants at it, almost painful with how it’s pressing into the front of the material. Aching to be freed, throbbing angrily and begging to rip through his jeans.

Your soft voice pulls him back, “Sukuna, what are you—” His eyes meet yours and the look in them has your voice cutting off.

He doesn’t miss the reaction he gets from you, tight hole spasming around nothing. It sets him off, tugging you down onto his face quickly. Tongue already having left his mouth and ready to lap at you obscenely. Revelling in the surprised mewl he gets from you as his wet muscle explores you eagerly. Nudging inside you and he realises it really has been too long if you’re this tight around his tongue.

It's overwhelming, how everywhere he is. You’re trying to pull away, hands on the headboard trying to lift your weight away from him but he damn near growls into your weeping cunt. Moving his arms to lock around your thighs and hold you deathly still as he eats you out from below.

The pleasure thrumming through your body has you melting into a puddle, thighs sliding further apart, getting desperate for more. Sukuna loves it, loves that you’re losing it to the point you’re opening yourself up to him. He likes when you get a little greedy about it, likes seeing you on the edge of tears and begging him for more with your actions.

He’s completely intent on ruining you with his mouth, still holding a bit of a grudge against the shitty comment you made earlier about faking your orgasms. It’s enough to almost make him laugh because he can already tell you’re incredibly close so quickly. You’ve needed this, he can tell. Probably been neglecting your poor pussy, not giving her the loving she really needs.

You feel like you’re vibrating as he just keeps making out with your cunt, feeling so high strung. Aching to grind down into him but stopped short by his strong arms, your hands reach back to claw at his forearms. Sukuna can tell exactly what you want though, loosening his hold just enough so you can lightly rock against him.

Oh, he loves it too, moaning into you as you drag yourself across his tongue. Revelling in how your shyness has left you, instead replaced with need. Warm palms slide from your thighs, up to your hips. Encouraging you to ride him, flattening his tongue for you to slip along.

It’s almost too much, almost. The fight between wanting to move away and to continue grinding down a short one, choosing to keep riding his tongue because you’re just so close. You can taste it on your tongue and Sukuna can taste it on his too. Your little hole twitching in the tell-tale way that lets him know you’re about to completely lose it.

Pace slowing from exertion, legs getting wobbly but he’s not having any of it. Slapping your ass to keep you moving. It jolts through you and shamefully triggers your orgasm. The sweet sting of his large hand smacking your ass to keep you moving is enough to have you choking on whimpers as you cum in his mouth.

There’s an audible gulp from Sukuna drinking your cum, the action obscene and blatant. His foggy eyes locked on yours as he keeps you over his face, even as you try to wiggle off him.

“Kuna, lemme go,” you whine, all blissed out and sensitive.

His head moves to the side and bites down into your plush thigh, enough to leave little indents of his teeth. Tongue laving over it to soothe the slight pain, just to then leave a sucked kiss over the mark. Popping off your thigh with a content expression.

“I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon, don’t be a brat.” Lips quirked up in a knowing smile, “Now, either I’m imagining things, or you just came awful hard on my face.”

Trying again, warning, “Sukuna.”

His eyes roll at you and the way you try chastising him, he’s pretty sure he just told you not to be a brat. Using his strength, he picks you up and places you right on top of his throbbing erection. The warmth of your wet pussy right over where he needs attention the most making him groan.

“You still wanna sit on my dick, pretty? Think you got it in you?” Referencing your shaky legs.

You want to, so bad, you’ve always loved riding him. Grinding down into him while he sits deep inside your walls, tip kissing your cervix as you almost torture him with your leisurely pace, but your legs are weak from straddling him so long and the force of your orgasm.

Sukuna can tell you’re actively fighting with yourself, not sure on what you want and what you can manage. It’s cute, it’s really cute but his patience has worn thin and his cock is about to fucking explode.

“Later then,” he says, rolling and taking you with him. Now looming over you.

He can’t keep his hands to himself, fingers stuffing into your snug cunt. Aiming to open you up for him, you’re all twitchy and soaked. Gripping his fingers and drenching them in your slick and cum, wet eyes flicking down to see where his thick digits are working you open.

“Fuuuck– I forgot what a creamy pussy you got, baby.”

His almost wrecked voice shoots through you, insides convulsing and he of course notices. Eyes brighter and smile wider, crooking his fingers to stroke your g-spot. Scissoring them to open you up that much more, eyes locked on how you’re dribbling down the length of his digits. He’s enjoying himself, having fun toying with your needy pussy.

Doing your best to glare at him but falling short, “Quit– hnn– quit teasing.”

“I’m not teasing,” he definitely is, “I’m trying to make sure you can actually take my dick.”

“I think– hah– I’ll be fine.”

He punishes you by easing another finger inside, pace quickening and fucking you on all three of them. “You’ll be fine?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, horniness outweighing your critical thinking skills. Logically, you know it’s been a while and you know how big he is but, right now, you’re convinced you could take him in one go simply based on how bad you want it.

“One orgasm and you’re already all stupid,” the wet slapping sound of his palm hitting your clit is loud. “Are you about to cum again?”

Nodding your head once more, hands gripping into the bedding below. It feels so fucking good, Sukuna always was able to reach deeper than you ever could. Angling his fingers just right and bullying your g-spot, grinding his palm into your sensitive clit to work you up a little more.

Your hips try to hump down into his hand but he’s using his unoccupied one to press into your lower stomach, holding you still. The pressure only adds to your pleasure, moans tumbling from your lips and eyes rolling back.

“I thought you had to fake it?” He taunts. “Were you telling lies, baby?”

You’re too out of it to give him a real and meaningful response, too involved in the way you’re falling apart on his fingers. Eyelashes wet with your blissed out tears, caught between overstimulation and not enough. A little bit more, a little bit more and you’ll cum again.

And then he stops his movements, fingers stock-still inside your shivering walls. “You gotta answer me.”

Chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, hands reaching out to him, craving him against you. “Kuna, don’t stop.”

“I asked a question,” he lets you paw at him but doesn’t move any closer, waiting for you to admit to lying.

“I lied, okay?” you grumble at him, annoyed that he’s held onto that comment for as long as he has, “I was lying, now can you just please– ah!”

“Good girl,” his pace picks up again, “stupid fucking lie to tell.”

The pleasure is blinding you, working you up a wall and giving you an unfamiliar kind of thrill, “Wait– hng– wait– oh my god.”

He slows down, asking, “You were just whinging at me to keep going and now you want me to wait?”

“Hff– it– hnn– it feels different.”

“Oh?” evil and pleased look on his face, “Just let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”

Fucking his fingers into you in earnest once he realises what’s happening, teeth in his lower lip as he watches you writhe and whimper. Just a little more pressure on your lower stomach, stimulating your cervix and he has you squirting for him.

You’re babbling all stupid, moaning through your incredible high and he’s talking you through it. “There you go! Good job,” he keeps moving his digits, helping you ride the waves of your orgasm, “bet that feels fucking great, huh?” slipping from you slowly before leaning down and kissing your cheek, “You’re adorable, I could eat you.”

Instinctively, you try to close your legs only stopped by him in-between them. He laughs at your reaction. Then he kisses you deep and slow, tender in how he makes out with you in your docile state. Tongue flicking against your own and chest rumbling at how sweet you are.

Own arms wrapping around him and holding him close, wanting the contact, the intimacy. Sukuna’s been so patient, or at least so patient for him but his patience is snapping with how pliant you’re acting, “You ready for more?”

“Yeah,” you’re buzzing in delight and still aching for him, words slurring together a bit, “I want you inside me.”

And he’s off you to pull off his pants and boxers in record time, back between your legs just as quickly. Unable to abandon his teasing that easily though and using the head of his cock to tap against your sopping pussy, humming happily at how you’re jolting with each contact.

“You think you’re gonna squirt for me again?”

You’re growing frustrated, more by his inaction than his words, huffing, “I don’t control that.”

“That’s right, I do.”

Slowly plunging his dick inside your gooey walls, sighing out a moan as he sinks further and further inside you. Inch by delicious inch, he stretches you open and brushes up against every sensitive spot you have. Feeling like you’re one big nerve ending as he takes his time to let your cunt swallow him.

“Ohhh, this pussy missed me,” he groans, head tipping back.

His eyes flick down to glimpse the way he’s fucking into your drooling hole, the softness of your creamy, silken walls have him feeling insane. It might’ve been too long; he might’ve played with you too long because he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last inside you at all. You could ask him to cum for you right now, all saccharine sweet how you used to and he’d do it, he wouldn’t even be able to control it.

Large body collapsing down, pressing himself tight to you as he bottoms out. Keeping you so close, like you might disappear on him if he lets you go for even a second. He’s giving short, quick thrusts, not even willing to pull out of you more than he is.

You feel so unbelievably full and overwhelmed by him, the weight of his cock inside you making your pussy feel hot and the weight of him on top of you making you feel crowded and fuzzy. He smells so good, so familiar. Your legs lock around his waist and he eases a bit more inside your jumpy hole.

The moan that it pulls from him has you dripping impossibly wetter, finding his lips with your own before he can crudely comment on it. He quickly dominates the kiss, deepening it and then pulling back to suck on your tongue. Hips still lightly moving, one particular thrust harsher than the ones before when you lick at his lower lip.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Dick slipping from you as he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach, slamming into you again before you can even whine about the loss. He’s gripping and manoeuvring you by your hips into a mean arch for him, bowing your back by pressing between your shoulder blades.

Hitting so much deeper like this, repeatedly stroking against something devastating inside you. His stride brutal and needy, fucking you like he’ll die if he stops. His hands on your hips tight enough to possibly leave marks for you to get horny over again later.

His name tumbles from your mouth like a prayer, like it’s enough to ground you. So lost in the euphoria of him dicking you down like you’ve so badly needed that you don’t even catch the way he chuckles and coos at you.

Folding over top of you, he talks low, “You’re falling apart aren’t you? Having fun?” his teeth drag along the shell of your ear, “Missed this bad, huh? Could’ve had it the whole time, baby.”

You try to grumble at him but your voice cracks all pitiful and broken, moans replacing whatever annoyed sound you almost made. “Hng– Mean– hff—” is all you can manage.

“I tease you because I love you,” he returns. Tucking his face into your neck and sucking a dark hickey into your skin.

You’re unintentionally clenching around him at his second confession of the night, when you’ve come down from how good this feels you’re going to be pissed that he’s only said that while balls deep but right now it’s only adding to everything. Hips bucking back to meet every one of his thrusts, the sounds of his pelvis smacking your ass bouncing off the walls of the room. No doubt he’ll be getting a very frustrated noise complaint from the neighbours, one that’ll he’ll ignore.

Sukuna is half-way convinced he’s having an incredibly vivid dream because you feel heavenly wrapped around his dick. You’ve been away from him for so long that he’s not even sure you’re really here, but the way you’re whimpering and pulling tighter around him tells him you’re all too real. You’re really here and he gets to tell you he loves you and shove your hole full of him and hold you tight.

He's reaching under you to pull you up and back, forcing you onto your knees as your back rests against his front. Large hands fondling your tits as he keeps driving into you, “You left me for too long, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Teeth dragging along your neck, sucking, and licking, and biting, marking you. Leaving behind so much evidence of just how well he’s fucked you, desperate to have your body remembering him after tonight. It’d pulled at his heart that you don’t remember the shape of him anymore, that he’d had to work you open all over again. Though, he certainly had a lot of fun doing so.

“Kuna,” you whine, “I’m– hnn– I’m gonna—”

“—Yeah, go ahead,” he pinches at your nipples, “Soak my dick, pretty.”

Like he’d given you permission, you cum all over his cock. The urge to fold forward hitting you but he’s holding you back against him. Chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch how he’s pounding into you.

“Ah, you squirted again for me,” his chest rumbles, pleased, “doing so– hng– so fantastic for me, baby.” One hand leads down to your lower stomach, pressing right over where his cock hits the deepest part of you, “You want it inside?”

Eyed lidded low and fluttering, “Yes… please.”

“Yeah, knew you would,” he smirks.

Indulging in how your warmth has completely engulfed him, so much wetter with your squirt. Needy pussy lovingly clinging to him and sucking him back in lewdly, it’s enough to have him cumming at the thought alone. The reality is so much better, even better yet how he’s coating your inner walls in his seed. Dumping his heavy load into your womb, fucking it all deep inside you.

He's cum so much it’s leaking back down the base of him, a filthy mess between your legs. “Took it so well,” he comments, grabbing your face and pulling you back to press a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You feel out of it, floating on cloud nine from how much pleasure he’d just delivered your body. All twitchy and blissed out from your multiple orgasms, the warmth of his cum inside you adding to it all. His hands are soft on you as he carefully lays you down, gentler than he usually is.

“Join me in the shower?” he asks but it doesn’t sound much like a question.

Standing feels like a monumental task right now, “Can’t.”

“Drama queen,” his eyes roll but he’s picking you up and walking you into the bathroom with him. He places you on the bench while he turns on the shower, turning back to you while he waits for it to heat up. “That’s a good sight,” he grins. Eyes carefully trained on how his cum is dripping from your hole.

You shakily close your legs off to him, “Don’t be gross.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” lifting you again so he can wash you in the shower.

Few words are spoken as he works soap all over your soft skin, attentive in how he cleans you. The shower is warm and the perfect temperature, only adding to the relaxation running through your bones. He keeps you close and treats you like you might break and in your hazy state, you almost forget that you’re not together anymore.  

But you’re not and you have to actively remind yourself that there’s a reason for that, that just because he’s treating you well right now… doesn’t mean it wouldn’t all go back to being exactly how it was before. It’s not the first time he’s temporarily changed for you and you can’t go through that again.  

Once you’re out the shower, Sukuna disposes of the dirty bed spread and tucks you in with him. His big body pressed to yours and making you feel so safe. It’s the best sleep you have in a while but when he wakes up in the morning, you won’t be there.

𝒂ﾉ𝒏. it's done ! thanks for reading and i hope you guys liked it ! it wasn't super long because it was supposed to be a short little thing but i got carried away with the smut a little teehee. also first sukuna fic !!! how'd i do ??,, i find i have fun writing him even if he is a ooc ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

the feel of your lips by his ear and soft breathing is only turning him on more. the weight of you on top of him making his arousal more prominent, he can barely take it. his own lips parting to whine some more, his dick all gooey from his own precum. the slide of him humping your mattress is slick and easy, his tip catching on the ridges in the sheet and making him whimper.

your hand reaches under his chin and pulls him up, slotting your lips over his to kiss him deep and slow. tongue filling his mouth and licking against his own, you're able to feel the way he shivers under you at it. his moans mingling into the kiss, he wants to touch you so bad but you want him to keep fucking the mattress and he wants to do what you want.

"you're so mean," he sighs, "rubbed your clothed cunt all over me just to leave me here alone," continuing to ramble, "and now you're back and i can't even fuck you open how you love."

his complaining is cute and has you pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, "this is your punishment for ruining my clean linens."

"yeah right– haa– you just got horny seeing me deflower your bed."

your mouth is right by his ear when you reply, taunting, "my bed has long since been deflowered, thank you very much."

it was intended to fluster him and it works, his hips jolting and his moans stuttering. the image of you humping your bed, your pillows, fucking your fingers by digging your hips into the sheets. so many ideas are running through his head all at once and it's overwhelming him.

practically begging you to elaborate, "fuuuck– hnf– wanna– hah– wanna give me an example?"

"nope," you laugh a little at his desperation.

it hardly matters anyways, he's cumming into your sheets from the lilted giggle you let out. his cock twitching pathetically against your wet linens, hot cum coating his sensitive skin. he's huffing into the mattress, hips jolting and giving more grinds down to ride out the high.

it's then that you bear your weight down onto his lower back, forcing his hips to dig into the mattress a little harsher. his body wracked with shudders as he whimpers at the overstimulation.

"god– fuck– you're sooo– hnn," he can't get out what he wants, head swimming pleasantly in the glow of his orgasm.

you kiss over his shoulders, praising, "you did a good job."

his dick gives a little jerk at that. humming back out at you, "it's such a waste though, i know your greedy pussy would've loved that load."

the thrill that moves through you has you gasping into his mouth, pussy fluttering from how easily he overwhelms your senses. melting into him, letting him kiss you stupid. growing too horny to continue this way, you hold onto him and somehow manage to get him to lay on the couch.

his back resting on the cushions with you straddling him. "i wanna ride you," words spoken soft and tantalising, hand slipping under his shirt again to rest where it once was.

gojo's shirt rides up with your touch, the warm pressure of your soft palm has his cock twitching in his pants. "are you waiting for an invitation?"

"more like a plea," you challenge his glib attitude.

"pleaseee sit on my dick, pretty," his hands slide up your thighs to grip your hips, "i'm aching for it." and as if to prove his point, he ruts his hips up under you. grinding his erection against your clothed cunt.

your nails lightly scratch against his skin, lungs shuddering from the much needed stimulation. you're digging your teeth into your lower lip to stifle down any pathetic sound he might be able to pull from you. failing completely when he tugs you down at the same time that he's rutting up.

"fuuuuck– hold on– hnn– this feels soo—" he doesn't finish his sentence, head tilting back as he keeps dry humping you.

his skin is all flushed and radiating heat, eyes dazed and lost in the muted pleasure he's gaining from this. he's acting like a dog as he keeps relentlessly grinding against you. a small and pitiful whimper leaves him and you're keening into it. hands tugging his shirt up more, palms perched on him as you meet his grinds.

"wait– wait– hng– i'm gonna—" even though he's asking you to wait he doesn't stop his hips, continuing until he's shuddering through his own orgasm.

his pants growing damp as he cums in them, gojo can feel the way his seed clings to his clothes. coating his dick in his own sticky release. if it hadn't felt so fucking good he'd probably be embarrassed but he's in complete bliss right now.

"did you just cum?" you ask him, somehow even more aroused. his relaxed and borderline fucked out expression making you want him more.

he's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "you shouldn't have looked at me like that."

Living with your brother is convenient for the both of you, there’s pre-established trust and you get the benefits of cheaper rent. The downside is that his best friend is almost always at your place, he may as well start paying your bills with how often he’s in your space. It’s not that you mind per se but it’s kind of hard to get comfortable, it’s difficult for you to relax when you’re unexpectedly bumping into him in the kitchen.

It’s always while you’re in your pj’s too, not prepared to be seen by the world and yet – here he is – in all his annoying perfection. Even more frustrating, your brother isn’t even home yet. Which begs the question, why is Gojo Satoru in your house while your brother is still out? You’re almost dropping your water bottle out of surprise, not expecting him to be standing behind the fridge door when you swing it closed.

Clutching a hand over your heart in shock, huffing, “How did you even get in here?”

“Through the front door,” he smiles, amused by your reaction. Your brow quirks at him as if to say – obviously and he continues, “I got a spare key for emergencies.”

“You’re the one causing emergencies around here, you scared the crap outta me,” pinching the bridge of your nose like you’re getting a headache before informing him, “He’s not here you know.”

“I know,” he continues smiling, as if delighted by your presence.

“So?…”

Pretending to play dumb when he asks, “‘So’ what?”

You’re lightly rolling your eyes at his antics, “So why are you here?”

“I’m just waiting for him to get back, he said he wouldn’t be long,” he blinks down at you, “So…”

You repeat his words earlier but they’re genuine, confused on what he wants, “‘So’ what?”

“Wanna hang out?”

“And what would we do?”

His expression turns suggestive, “I can think of a few things.”

And there it is, he’s always flirting with you but he has no follow through. In the beginning you’d gotten your hopes up but now you choose to brush it off and ignore it, it’s better than waiting for the impossible.

“Uh huh,” you dismiss. “When you finally decide to act on that, let me know.” Moving to walk past him and go back to your room.

Gojo’s quick to stop you, hand on your arm pulling you back to him. Your back collides with his front and he’s leaning down to talk into your ear, “Is that your permission?”

He feels huge against you, aware of his height but still taken aback when he’s this close to you. His warmth radiating through you, turning your head to the side, you try to diffuse the tension brewing, “Actually, that was me doubting you.”

Your attempt fails and only serves to intensify whatever is happening between the two of you right now, eyes glancing at his lips and quickly regretting it with how your heartbeat picks up. This is far from how he usually flirts and it’s beginning to feel too real for you, the crush you’ve had on him that you pushed down is too quickly making a comeback.

He spins you to face him, hand on the side of your face, “I’m gonna kiss you now… unless you stop me.”

You know, that logically, you shouldn’t let this happen but you’ve wanted to kiss him for too long and you’re letting yourself get swept away in the moment. Deciding to let it happen and lean up to him, not missing the way he seems incredibly happy with this situation. His lips on yours soft, the both of you slowly learning about each other intimately.

Without even really realising it, you’re falling into him. Arms reaching up to loop around his neck, his hands sliding down your body and tugging you in by your hips. Gojo’s becoming more insistent with his kisses, licking against your lower lip, begging for access. All too willingly, you open your mouth, his kiss deeper and fuller like this.

He’s good at kissing and it’s devastating you, mind getting foggier the longer you let yourself be kissed stupid. His tongue against yours making your insides twist, a small and involuntary sound leaving you. The reaction you get from him is visceral, his own moan returning yours. His body leading you backwards into the countertop, his body pressed so closely against yours.

Everything is getting hotter, your stomach flipping at how aroused you’re getting. Pussy fluttering as you grow wetter, his hands are slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin and it feels borderline electric. Pulling apart to heave a few breaths, wanting to say something but interrupted by more of his messy kisses. Moving your grip to his hair to tug him back, Gojo shudders in response.

A string of saliva connects the both of you, the look on his face erotic and too enticing but you’re conscious of the fact that if your brother gets home and catches you both like this things will get messy.

“Gojo, he’ll be back soon.”

His eyes are stuck on your lips. “Okay,” he replies simply, like it’s of no concern.

Kissing you as soon as the word leaves him, making it very clear that he’s not even a bit worried about your brothers arrival or his reaction. And he’s able to sway you so easily because you’re allowing it, brain pleasantly fuzzy as you kiss him back. You want him, bad.

Soft, wet lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your delicate skin and making you shiver. Your thighs rub together as his tongue flicks out to taste you. You’re panting and unbelievably aroused but you’re still aware of where you are.

Reaching your palm up, you push back on his forehead. Your eyes meet and it’s intense, about to tell him again that you should stop. It’s almost as if you have a sixth sense because you hear keys jingling in the lock from outside. Feeling hot in the face as you quickly pull yourself away from Gojo and pick up the bottle you dropped.

Your embarrassment fuels you, scurrying back to your room in record time. You cannot be seen like this, glazed eyes and swelling lips. It’s all far too obvious. Gojo’s calling after you but you’re too embarrassed and confused at the moment. You don’t have the best poker face and you just know you’re wearing everything you’re feeling on your face.

Right now, it’s better to hide. But that leaves the unknown of what will happen next time you face Gojo because there will be a next time.

Avoiding Gojo is difficult but not impossible and you’ve been fairly successful so far. Choosing to ignore him might be a little childish but you’re embarrassed, and this is how you’re choosing to deal with it. If you don’t listen to what he has to say, then you can pretend like nothing happened or like you’re not about to get rejected.

The soft glow of the television illuminates your skin, sitting in the lounge room watching a movie that should’ve ended an hour ago. The drag would probably bother you more if you weren’t thinking about Gojo and how good his lips felt against yours. You can feel the way your brows frown at the thought, annoyed that you’re still hung up on it. This so isn’t fair.

Sighing to yourself in annoyance as you try to focus on the screen, failing miserably. The sudden jostling of the cushions causes you to sway, gasp leaving you in shock. Turning to the side, you see none other than Gojo slumped onto the couch, his head resting against the back of it and already looking at you. His expression a little unreadable but you think he may be annoyed, if the tight line of his mouth is anything to go off.

Normally, you’d chastise him for scaring you or ask him why he’s here, but you don’t say anything. Looking back at the screen to ignore him, hoping he’ll get bored and leave you alone. Suddenly feeling too nervous to speak without embarrassing yourself any further anyways, your heart beating too fast. It doesn’t take long for Gojo to break the silence though; patience never has been one of his virtues.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Not sparing him a glance, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Every time I’m here, you’re nowhere to be seen.”

“Well, it’s not like you come here to see me anyways,” you don’t mean it in any sort of way aside from pointing out the obvious, he’s your brothers friend. Not yours.

“And who said that?”

You don’t bother replying to that, not really understanding why he’s trying to imply what he is. Bored as you continue to watch the end of your movie and struggle to keep your attention on it. Gojo stays beside you, restless. You didn’t even know he was here tonight; your brother will probably come looking for him soon.

“Why are you still out here?”

His response comes immediately, “Oh? Are you talking to me again?”

Finally looking back at him, exasperated by him acting like some sort of jilted lover, “What do you want me to say?”

“I just didn’t take you as the sort to make out with a guy and ghost him after,” he shrugs.

“Don’t talk about that so casually,” you groan, worrying you’ll be overheard.

“Relax, he’s asleep,” he thinks for a moment, “does snoring run in the family?”

You’re surprised by his stupid question, “What? I don’t know… no.”

Humming at you, “Hmm… that wasn’t real convincing, sweetheart.”

In the background, the credits start to roll on the tv, and you decide it’s time to end this interaction too. Standing up and walking away from Gojo. Unfortunately for you, he’s quick to get up, almost stumbling over himself to catch you.

“Don’t leave, I still wanna talk to you,” he’s so close behind you that if you suddenly stopped he’d walk right into you, “You can’t just kiss a guy like that and–”

His words have you halting, spinning immediately to reach up and clasp your hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” You half whisper, “you can’t just go blabbing about that whenever you feel like.”

Gojo’s voice comes out muffled and unintelligible from under your palm.

You continue talking over him, reminding, “Plus, you’re the one who kissed me.” Removing your hand from his mouth.

“You let me kiss you,” he leans in closer, “liked it too, if those pretty sounds were anything to go off of.”

Smacking at his chest, annoyed that he’s flustered you, “Have you no decency?”

“After a kiss like that?” He asks mostly rhetorically, just trying to fluster you even more.

You hate how much he’s getting to you, the kiss still fresh in your mind. The feel of his large hands on your bare skin addictive in an annoying way. Quickly spinning on your heel to walk away from him, making it to your room and about to close your door but he’s still right behind you. Hand on the door and preventing you from closing it.

“Come on,” he pouts at you, “just one kiss?”

He’s got you completely flabbergasted, “Are you kidding?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Gojo,” you look at him seriously, “we’re not making out while my brother is in the house.”

“He’s asleep!” he half whines, “also I never said make out, I just asked for a kiss.” He’s smiling at you like you’re the one with a dirty mind.

He takes the silence to continue talking, “Didn’t you like it?” he poses it like a question but he’s not waiting for your reply, already knowing that answer, “‘cause I did. A lot.”

Hold on your door loosening at his words, not expecting him to be so earnest. You did like kissing him, a lot, and you see that as a problem. You can’t date him, if you break up you’ll either be ruining your brothers friendship or you’ll have to put up with seeing your ex. Not to mention that you have no idea how your brother will react to this in the first place, but you can’t imagine he’ll be chill about it. This is a slippery slope, and you really don’t want to fall on your ass.

Gojo takes advantage of your relenting grasp and pushes on it, you don’t immediately tell him to get out. Despite your logical thoughts, you’re already giving in. He waits a second but when you’re not objecting to his entry – he walks into your room. Kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn’t think you realise it but he’s actively fighting against himself to not touch you, hands restless at his sides.

He steps closer to you and you’re making sure he knows, “You can’t tell him.”

“I’m not an idiot,” he scoffs, hands gentle and a little hesitant as he reaches out for you.

His grip on your hips is warm and you’re placing your palms on his chest, “I kind of doubt that.”

Gojo hisses through his teeth, “Ouch.” Though he’s smiling big, like he did the last time. Pleased with himself and the situation.

You’re apologising anyways, “Sorry.” You know he’s not stupid, despite how he acts.

“Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.”

And just like that, you’re regretting your apology. Mouth down turning but you do lean up and press a simple kiss to his lips, pulling back instantly, “You got what you want, you can leave now.” Dismissive as you turn to walk away from him.

The hands on your hips are quick to stop you from going anywhere, “No, no. That’s not fair!”

“You said you wanted just one kiss, and you got it.”

It has your head spinning how fast he’s dropping the pretence, “I was lying.” He’s nuzzling his head into your neck, breath tickling your skin and making you fight back a shudder, “I was lying, I’m greedy, I need more.”

“Well, I already knew thaa– hah—” Voice shaky and cutting off your words prematurely at how he’s licking and kissing at your neck.

Very much taking advantage of his position right now to tease you, scraping his teeth along your delicate skin just to pull some sweet sounds from you. You’re still conscious of your not being alone in the house, teeth digging into your lower lip to stifle any noise you might make. You’re not normally so sensitive to such small touches but something about Gojo has every one of your nerve endings on edge.

His smile can be felt against you, sucking a mark into your neck. It has you gasping and snapping back to reality, hands in his hair and tugging him back, “You can’t leave marks.”

“At all?”

“At all,” you assert.

“But you seem to really like it,” he pouts, “you make such cute little noises—”

Cutting him off with your lips on his, recognising he’s getting his way but needing him to shut the hell up. His insistence on talking to you like that not only turns you on but embarrasses you to no end.

Gojo’s kissing you back fervently, lips insistent and intoxicating on yours. You may have initiated the kiss but he’s very quickly dominating it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and licking against your own. Insides getting fuzzier and fuzzier the longer he touches you. His fingers tickle up your sides, already under your shirt to touch your bare skin.

It’s head spinning how full his kisses are, not even really registering that he’s walking you back to your bed. Not until you’re falling into it, lips parting as you gasp in surprise. Gojo doesn’t let you think for too long before he’s on top of you though, tongue in your mouth again as he sucks on yours.

It’s a little pathetic how quickly you’ve folded for him, keening into his touch as he trails his hands all over your body. You’re able to feel the way your cunt throbs when he groans against you, enjoying the way he sounds. He’s too good at kissing, brain slowly melting as you only get more and more worked up.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you’re tugging him in closer to you. His erection against your clothed core, it’s not enough but you’re horny and will take what you can get right now. Hips subtly grinding up into him, still a little hesitant in your movements. Gojo smiles into the kiss, thrilled by your neediness.

About to pull back and tell him to stop being so smug when he’s meeting your grinding, he’s rougher than you. Firmer in how he’s rutting down, the change has your lips parting to moan. Shocked by the sound you make, you’re slapping a hand over your mouth. He doesn’t seem to let it bother him, continuing to dry hump you to insanity. Pulling more whines from you, muffled into your palm.

“C’mon, sweetheart. How many times I gotta tell you I like your moans before you let me hear them?” He’s teasing you; he’s teasing you and you like it.

His nose brushes against your cheek, trailing his lips to your ear and then blowing softly. A shiver runs down your spine as you whimper quietly, both your hands grabbing his face so you can move him to look at you. Your foreheads resting against each other, “We can’t be loud.”

“I think you’re the only one being loud,” he grins, grinding down as if to prove his point. Dragging more moans from you.

You gasp at him, breathless through your whines, “Gojo!–”

He chuckles at you but interrupts your debauched moans with another heavy kiss, stifling your sounds with his lips. His hips don’t stop and neither do yours, trying to meet his thrusting. You can feel how wet your panties have gotten, sticking to your cunt obscenely. Completely needy and getting sexually frustrated because you feel empty.

Gojo’s cock twitches in his pants, as desperate as you, if not more. Shamelessly sliding his hand under your shirt and groping your tit, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches into him and you let slip such sinfully sweet moans; it’s driving him crazy. He wishes so bad he could fuck you properly, but he knows it’s a risk you wouldn’t be willing to take.

You’re getting so close, needing just a little bit more to get over that delicious edge you’re dancing on. Unfortunately for you, in a sick twist, your brother is awake and wandering the halls. Ears twitching and straining at the familiar sound of his ugly, stupid feet clomping through the quiet house.

Gojo must’ve heard it too because he’s pulling back and resting his head on your shoulder, though he’s still slightly rutting into you. His eyes meet yours and he looks borderline heart broken. The both of you know that if your brother’s not already looking for Gojo, he will be soon.

“You should leave,” you note, trying not to pout.

He on the other hand, doesn’t even try to not pout, “It’s not fair,” he huffs, “you were so close to cumming.”

You hush back, “Shut up!” He snickers and leans in to kiss you but you’re holding him back with your hands, “I was serious earlier, you can’t tell him.”

“I know,” he’s a little distracted by your proximity but he’s being honest, “How could I possibly tell my best friend I’ve been fooling around with his little sister?”

Gojo doesn’t wait for you to reply, finally pressing a last kiss to your lips before groaning, “I don’t know how I’m meant to hide my erection.”

You choke on a laugh, “That’s your problem.”

And since he can’t seem to help himself, he kisses you again and then one actual final peck to your cheek. Looking oh so upset as he stands to his full height and shuffles over to your door. You rest on your elbows to watch him leave, hoping to whatever higher power there is that he doesn’t get caught.

He throws a wink your way as he rushes out of your room as stealthily as possible. It has you realising now how he always manages to sneak up on you because he really is quiet as he steps out into the hall. It takes a moment, but you can faintly hear him and your brother talking. Unable to hear the voices well enough to know what they’re saying, you just hope whatever excuse Gojo gives is good enough.

Flopping back onto your bed, you wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.

To say you’re in over your head wouldn’t be an understatement, it’s been a week since the last… incident and each time Gojo has been visiting your brother; he’s finding a way to get you alone for however long he can. Opportunistic in how he has you lip locked for those short few moments. Never failing to render your head all fuzzy and lips tingling. 

It’s not fair, how intoxicating it is to be kissed by him. It feels like he’s cheating, like he has a hold over you. Not to mention how hard it’s getting to hold back, his touch electric. The tension between the both of you is only growing and you know for a fact that if you were alone long enough, you’d end up doing everything you tell yourself you shouldn’t.

Things can’t carry on like this, your brother doesn’t know right now but that doesn’t mean he won’t find out. Especially if Gojo carries on being so careless about it all, he’d said he wouldn’t want him to find out but the way he’s acting isn’t really reflecting that.

On you the second the both of you are by yourselves, it’s a dangerous line to walk. Your brother out the room for only a moment and Gojo’s moving closer to either tease you or straight up kiss you breathless. He’s reckless and you can’t even say you hate it, if you did, you’d be lying to yourself.

It’s not surprising that tonight is any different, antsy as you sit in the loungeroom with him. Your brother left you both to go pick up dinner – he lost a game of scissors, paper, rock – sucks to be him.

The end result is as you said though, alone… in the same room… as Gojo. You’re a little on edge, because you’re excited for him to do something or because you’re worried about getting caught. Who’s to say, all you can say for sure is that you’re feeling high strung while pretending not to notice the growing tension in the room.

You’ve both not gone any further than making out and heavy petting and you’ve been wondering when and if he was going to ask for more. It’s not like there are many opportunities for it but it’s not like there’s none either. Though, now that you’re on this train of thought, he wouldn’t ask you on a date. Why do you find yourself feeling a little bummed out about that? You’re not even sure you’d say yes.

Gojo’s finger poking at your cheek pulls you from your thoughts, jumping a little because you hadn’t noticed him moving closer, “What was that for?”

“Just checking you’re still with me,” he smirks, and it’s annoying because it makes you feel self-conscious. Like he knew what you were thinking about, his self-assurance can be frustrating as much as it is attractive.

Brushing him off, “I was thinking.”

“I noticed that,” he’s leaning into your personal space, not that he cares, “thinking about me?” He bats his lashes at you.

You push his face away, groaning out, “You wish.” It’s not entirely believable.

“Don’t have to,” he takes your wrist, laying a kiss on your palm. Mouth trailing further down your arm, his touch tickling you.

You try to pull back from him but he’s pulling you to him until you’re in his lap, his head leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. It makes your heart leap in your chest, you can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Appreciating the moment alone with you.”

Not giving you a chance to reply before he’s kissing you deep, a desperation behind his kisses not uncommon in him. Though tonight he seems to be especially on edge, and you have no idea why. This time you don’t push him away, enjoying his lips on yours far too much to. Always getting carried away by him, wrapping your arms around his neck to meet his kiss properly.

Gojo groans in appreciation, tongue licking into your mouth and making you dizzy. Sucking on your lower lip as he pulls away, breaths panted against you. And then your world is spinning a bit as he pushes you down into the couch, hovering over you as his lips are on your neck.

“I remember telling you not to leave marks,” you remind, worried he’ll slip up.

He sounds hurt, “Well, I remember being disappointed about that.” He rests his chin against your sternum, looking through his lashes at you.

“I’m not changing my mind—”

“—You will, eventually,” he smiles sweetly, “I might even get you to beg for it one day.”

You can only really roll your eyes at that because it sounds ridiculous, but he seems so sure of himself. “What are you even doing? It’s not like we have all the time in the world, he will be back soon.”

“That shop is always busy,” he replies offhandedly, not even a little concerned. Evidenced in the way he turns his face into your shirt, happily sighing between your tits.

You’re getting flustered, “Get off me, you’re heavy.”

“So mean to me,” he says that but he doesn’t sound all that upset about it.

“Gojo—”

His finger slipping into the neckline of your tank top and tugging it down throws you off guard, exposing enough of your skin for him to kiss where he’s lying. Teeth scraping against you, and you can tell he’s holding back from leaving marks.

Eyes looking up as he licks at you, “What’s up?” it’d be almost casual if it weren’t for his tongue trailing to your right breast.

He doesn’t wait for your reply as he pulls on your tank the slightest bit more to free your tit completely. Mouthing at you and slowly making his way to your nipple, kissing and worshipping you so sweetly that you’re almost forgetting how perverted he’s being. Remembering when he’s fully taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, tongue flicking at it to make you shudder.

Eyes on yours as if he’s waiting for you to continue what you were going to say but you’re not even really sure anymore and you can barely stifle your moans long enough to talk anyway. Finding yourself melting into him, his other hand groping at you and pinching your other nipple. Stomach flipping as you remember you’re in the loungeroom and only have a finite amount of time.

He’s moving at the pace of someone who has all the time in world, and you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s genuinely forgetting how limited this time alone is. He’s swapping his attention to your other tit and moaning into you, the vibrations go through you, and you’re frustrated by how much he’s turning you on.

Gojo always sounds so tempting to you, the last time you had your short make out session he’d whined when you had to part, and it almost had you completely folding. Stomach full of butterflies as your pussy wept for him, panties soaked and waiting for him to do something. It’s always a disappointment that you don’t get much further, you’re growing so sexually frustrated and it’s all his fault.

“You’re– hnn– we– hff– don’t have a lot of time,” fingers threading through his hair and lightly tugging.

He leaves your nipple with a pop! It’s lewd and a string of saliva lingers from his mouth to your skin before it snaps when he talks, “What? You want me to fuck you on the couch real quick?”

He’s being smug, aware that if you weren’t really turned on you wouldn’t even be considering it as an option, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think that’s all that practical of you.” You want to complain, going to open your mouth to do exactly that but Gojo’s beating you to the punch, “Plus, I’m hungry.”

“What?” you’re confused, it probably won’t be that long before your brother is back with food and oh… oh.

Suddenly understanding just what he meant when you notice the way his eyes twinkle and his hands tug at your pants. Rising to his knees so he can undress your lower half properly and you’re very quickly growing self-conscious. He’s never seen more than your upper half before; it’s embarrassing that he’s going to see how wet you are just from him playing with your tits and kissing you a bit.

“Hey, Gojo wait,” he pauses and looks at you, “we don’t have a lot of time and this– well– I… you don’t have to do this.”

“But I really want to,” he damn near whines at you, all whingey as if begging you to let him eat you out.

Ah, he’s got your stomach flipping again. All twitchy and horny, biting your lip as you consider if your hesitation outweighs your need to be touched by him. “Okay but remember—”

Your reminder of keeping an ear out dies on your tongue, your pants completely removed and his thumb resting against the wet spot on your panties. An annoying and self-satisfied look on his face, pressing the digit into you where it rests and grinning at how you mewl.

“You’re so cute,” he mutters.

Not even bothering to take your underwear off properly, simply tugging it to the side and diving mouth first into your cunt. Tongue lapping greedily at your soaked pussy, humming happily against you as he drowns himself in your slick.

It’s obscene how much he’s enjoying this, the sounds wet and sloppy as he makes out with your lower lips. One of his hands still holding your panties to the side, the other pressing into your thigh to keep your legs wide open for his pleasure.

He’s got you seeing stars already, his hot mouth so much more satisfying than you expected it to be. So pent up that having him finally touch your pussy is enough to put you on the verge of tears, so upset that you don’t have enough time to do everything you want to with him.

Legs already shaking because his nose is pressing into your clit as his tongue slides into your hole. Tongue curving and exploring inside your quivering walls, audibly hearing him gulp and feeling lightheaded at it. He’s too good at this, eating you like it might be the last chance he gets to do so.

Barely picking up the grumbled words he’s lets out, “Oh god, oh fuck,” not even willing to pull his mouth off you to talk, “you’re so perfect, what the fuck.”

Gojo’s lifting your lower half up in his fervour, angling you so he’s got better access. The display of his effortless strength knocks against your womb, cunt drooling for him. He appreciates that, moaning as he nuzzles into you more.

“I– hah– it feels so good, Gojo– hnn—” your voice is all pitched as you moan at him.

He can’t take it, dick incredibly hard in his pants and driving him wild. Your cunt is so warm and soft, and he feels like he’s a crazy person as he swallows down all of you he can. Frustrated that your brother is going to be home soon, not even registering that properly because if he was he wouldn’t be reaching down into his pants to fist at his cock.

The pressure enough to have him faltering, panting against you only to find that touching himself isn’t nearly as satisfying without your taste in his mouth and your moans in his ears. He can’t help but obsess over you and how sensitive you are, pupils blown wide as he struggles to think of anything but this moment right here.

Remembering the night he dry humped you into almost cumming, a sweet memory he finds himself thinking of often; especially when alone. This popping into his head now because you’re making the same addictive moans and whines, now painfully aware of how close you are.

It didn’t take him long to get you to this point at all and he wonders if maybe you’ve been as desperate for him as he has been for you. Maybe he should stop neglecting you and touch your pussy more when he teases you with hot kisses, you’re clearly pent up.

Poor cunt all gooey and ready for him to stuff completely full, though you seem perfectly content settling for his tongue. Squirmy under him and hole pulsing, almost like it’s asking for him deeper. And God he’d be more than happy to oblige if he knew he could have you all alone to himself for an extended period of time.

Gojo’s tip is leaking all over his hand, it’d be almost embarrassing how turned on he is if he weren’t so completely distracted with your creamy pussy. Gripping the base of his dick and giving a few squeezes as he focuses wholly on getting you to cum in his mouth.

One of your hands reaches up to clamp over your mouth, trying your best to muffle your whines. You really can do without the neighbours possibly knocking on your door and complaining. It’s not easy though, so lost in how good it feels that you feel faint. Tears brimming your waterline because you’ve been so pent up and you’re so close to cumming.

And then you’re realising that Gojo has a hand in his pants and you’re letting out a barely stifled down, loud moan. You must be out of your mind with how horny you are because you’re moving your hand to say, “You can put it in.”

Gojo could’ve sworn you were trying to kill him, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he imagines your warm and dripping pussy swallowing him. He’s managed to get you so drunk on pleasure that you’re asking him to not only fuck you on the couch with the danger of being caught but also raw. He definitely needs to start carrying condoms.

“Please, Gojo,” you rut your hips down for emphasis but that only makes him whine.

You don’t get an answer from him with words, though his eyes are firm on yours and his brows pull together as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Expression telling you no, you know that, but you want it so bad, and you know he does too.

“It’ll feel so good,” you must sound pathetic, “Please– hnn– Gojo, I promise– hah– I—”

He can only chuckle at that, is that why you think he’s saying no? You think he won’t think it’ll feel fucking euphoric to be balls deep inside your little cunt? He can’t tell if you’re just out of it because you’re about to cum or if you’re really insecure about that. Either way he thinks it’s cute of you, adoring how needy you get when you’re horny.

Something he’ll remember for next time, already excited over the idea of teasing you senseless. Still gripping his cock, starting to properly stroke it now. He can’t hold back anymore, needing something more. Just as horny as you if not more and seeking relief, the thought of fucking you too much for him right now.

Just about losing his mind when he feels your cunt twitch and clamp down on his tongue, body shaking as you huff and whine. Orgasm making your moans all whingey and pathetic, hips seeking down, desperate for more than he can give right now. Honey sweet and dripping into his mouth, he’s groaning against you. Not missing the way the vibrations make you tremble even more.

He’s ruined you, you’re a whole mess as you cum. Drenching the lower half of his face as your pussy weeps for him, lower lip wobbling as you struggle to keep your wits about you. Though, it’s not like you had any left, not after the way he’s been slurping at you.

Flopping back a little as you let the aftershocks run through you, jolting pleasantly. Dazed eyes watching Gojo lazily, he’s licking his lips and not even bothering to wipe his face before he’s rising to his knees. Pulling his dick from his pants properly and jerking himself off to the sight of you.

To him, you’re a vision. Blissed out on the orgasm he gave you, panties haphazardly pulled to the side and drenched. You’re a beautiful mess and he wishes so badly he could slip inside your heavenly cunt, it’d be so easy too, with how wet you are.

It doesn’t take him long to finish, aiming at your naked lower half on purpose. Stupid and happy smile on his face seeing your pussy dripping with his cum. Biting his lip as he whimpers a little, he could go again, he really wants to make you cum again. Preferably, you’d get to cum together but that’s not in the cards today.

At least he finally got to eat you out, satisfied about that much. He tucks himself back into his pants and because he’s evil, he slides your panties back into place. No matter that you’ve got his cum on you, your drenched panties now also soaked in his seed.

“You’ve completely ruined these,” you pout at him.

“I’d say it’s a shame because they’re so cute, but I think I prefer them looking like this.”

The look in his eyes is still enough to get a reaction out of you, fighting hard not to moan in response at him. If you stay with him like this any longer you’ll end up wanting to continue.

You make a small noise as you’re sitting up, a little stiff after the way he moved you around to best suit himself. Taking a second to breathe and then you’re standing up from the couch and slightly wobbling on your legs for a moment before leaning down to pick up your discarded pants.

Gojo snickers, “Need some help?”

You don’t look at him, “No.” The embarrassment from how you acted is already starting to set in.

Gojo’s about to speak again when you hear the unmistakable sound of his phone ringing and you both know this moment is over. He sighs as he looks at the screen, “It’s your brother.”

“Answer it, he’ll probably want help opening the door or something,” and then you’re quickly shuffling off to your room to get cleaned up before your brother can find you like this.

Your relationship with Gojo is still just as undefined as a week ago and you’re definitely in over your head but you don’t think you’re going to stop this any time soon.

It feels like all your thoughts lately are about Gojo, whether it’s about him and the dirty things you both do together in secret or about the possible—inevitable—fall out hardly matters. It’s all him. Even while you’re at some randoms house party drinking alone, he’s on your mind. You didn’t even want to come out tonight but your friends promised it’d be lowkey, now you’re at a strangers house with dozens more people you also don’t know.

This is really not your scene, you thought it was going to be a night with your girls at a bar. But as far as you know, they’re not messing around with their brothers best friend. So, when a cute guy invited them to his for drinks, they accepted. Now, you’re nursing a drink in the corner of a messy lounge trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Your friends have long since abandoned you, you tried hard to prevent it but your complaints and concerns fell on deaf ears. As you’re thinking about how you hope they’re being responsible for each other, a guy approaches you.

“You look a little lonely,” he seems a bit shy when he says it, like he’s not sure he should talk to you.

He seems harmless enough but you’re a little tipsy and not exactly comfortable around strangers, “I’m all good, just waiting on some friends.”

“They left you here all by yourself?” the stranger seems more concerned for you than your friends did, “Do you even know anyone here?”

“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck, “I appreciate you being kind but—”

Just as you’re about to politely ask him to leave you alone, red and blue flashing lights bleed through the living room windows and you feel yourself go stock still. The cops are here… you’re not doing anything illegal but others probably are and your brother will kill you and your friends if he finds out you got left by yourself in the house of some guy you just met.

“Shit,” the guy in front of you curses when he sees what cut your sentence off. “That’s just my luck,” he sighs like it’s a common occurrence for him.

You feel naïve but you need reassurance right now, “Do you think everything will be okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” he waves off, “it’ll be fine, probably just a noise complaint from the neighbours or something.” To you, he has the kind of vibe that your brother has and it’s a comfort.

Becoming a little more curious about him now, “Do you live here?”

“No, I know the people who do though,” his head turns to try and peak a look at the front door, “I’m gonna go talk to them,” he smiles kindly at you, “you should probably call someone to come get you, being alone by yourself around a bunch of strangers can’t be fun…”

It’s pretty clear he feels bad about your friends abandoning you, you’re glad he was the one who came up to you and not someone else though. Just as he’s about to walk away, you speak up, “Uh, thank you.”

He looks at you a little curiously, like he’s not sure why you’re thanking him but then he smiles again, “Sure.”

That conversation was a bit of a wakeup call—along with the arrival of the police. The lights are still flashing but it doesn’t seem like there’s much of anything else happening. Rounding the corner, you peak your head to glimpse into the entrance and see, presumably, the owner talking to two policemen. The stranger you were just talking to hanging beside him. They seem to be apologising, the exchange continuing for a bit longer before the cops walk off back to the direction of their car.

When you see them leave, you feel yourself relax a little but now you need to find a ride home. You can’t call your brother for fear of getting into trouble so that really only leaves one last option. Heading out to the front of the house, you’re stopped by the stranger again.

“You leaving?”

Pausing by the front door to reply, “Yeah, I’m just gonna wait out front while I message someone.”

“Okay. If you can’t get a ride, let me know,” he must have siblings or something. There isn’t anything about him that screams malicious to you, just a genuine desire to make sure you’re okay.  

“I will, thanks again.”

The two of you part after that and you linger by the front steps to text Gojo. Sending out a simple, ‘could you come pick me up?’

His reply comes fast, ‘where are you?’

You’re glad he didn’t ask more questions than that, dropping a pin on your location to him and waiting a little impatiently for his arrival. You want to leave; you also want to see him. Inebriated brain thinking much too fondly about him, all affectionate and sweet on him. The kind of thoughts you actively try not to have when sober.  

Skewing a little too domestic in your daydreaming when you spot his car pulling up. Suddenly, you’re in a much better mood after your reverie, bouncing over to his car and letting yourself in with a soft smile on your face. “Thanks for coming.”

“What are you doing here?” he frowns. Clearly he hasn’t been daydreaming because if he had, his mood would certainly be better.

You reply simply, “Party.”

“I can see that.” He says more pointedly, “I thought you were going out with friends.”

Him knowing that doesn’t trip you up, probably hearing through your brother, “I did, technically.”

“And where are they?”

“They sort of, abandoned me,” you say a little bashfully.

Gojo’s lips pull up at that, not impressed. But when he looks at you properly he softens a touch, his body moving in closer has you on edge. Thinking he may be leaning in to kiss you or something similar but he’s grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in.

He touches your cheek, “I’m glad you texted me.” Then sits back properly and drives off.

“Well… I couldn’t call home,” your head falls back against the rest, “I’d get in trouble.”

“You’re an adult, what would you get in trouble for?”

“Are you kidding? He’d nag for ages,” you scoff. “For going to a strangers house, getting abandoned by my friends, still continuing to drink, and then also the cops showed up. Though, I wouldn’t tell him the last part.”

“Wow, you’ve had a big night,” he comments.

“It wasn’t fun,” you pout a little. The most fun part was your daydream and getting to see Gojo. Maybe also the very brief conversation you had with that guy.

You’re tipsy but not drunk so you can very clearly feel the tension in the air. Confused on exactly where it’s coming from and becoming a little self-conscious the longer Gojo doesn’t really say anything.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” he replies quickly. “I have concerns,” he doesn’t take his eyes off the road but he reaches over and accurately pokes your cheek, “concerns I will bring up again when you’re sober.”

You brush his hand away, “Whatever.”

The ride is quiet after that and you’re beginning to feel sleepy. Watching Gojo drive shouldn’t be as attractive to you as it is but your heart flutters a little in your chest. Lips unfortunately loose in your buzzed state, mumbling out lazily, “I missed you.”

After that, you must’ve fallen asleep because you’re waking up to light creeping into a dark room. A room that isn’t your own and you assume to be Gojo’s, the pillow your head rests on smells like him. When you go to sit up you realise something heavy rests over your middle. Glancing down you can see it’s Gojo’s arm, he tugs you back into him. Your back tucked into his front as he holds you close, his legs tangling with your own to stop you from getting up.

You’re not in your clothes from last night anymore, instead in ones you don’t recognise. Your skin grows hot, “Did you undress me?”

“Maybe,” he replies, voice gravelly from sleep.

You want to turn to face him but he’s holding you in place. “You should’ve just left me in my clothes on your couch or something,” you groan.

“What’s the big deal?” his face nuzzling into the top of your head, “I had my mouth on your pussy a few days ago but this embarrasses you?”

Deflating in his arms, giving up on trying to escape, “There was a nicer way to say that.”

“Mhm,” he hums, the vibrations moving through his chest to you.

It’s nice in his hold, his body big and warm. It’s overwhelming, your feelings for him, the ones you usually try to stifle down. It’s unfair that you’re like this and he’s comfortably dozing like it’s not a big deal at all.

After a moment, you ask, “Could you let me up?”

“Just five more minutes,” he sighs.

“But I want to shower.”

His hold on you finally loosens, “Want some company?”

“No.” you slide away from him. “Pervert.”

It took all your strength to pull away from him, he was comfortable and the moment felt so intimate. Even more intimate with his erection digging into your back but you really want to shower, feeling gross after last night.

By the time you’re clean and wearing fresh clothes of his, he’s up and making noise in the kitchen. You try to sneak up behind him, hoping to scare him like how he always manages to frighten you but he hears you from a mile away.

“Feel better?” He asks without turning back.

Disappointed by your failure but answering nonetheless, “Yeah.”

“Good,” he turns to you with a hot cup of coffee, handing it to you. Just as you’re blowing on it and about to take a sip, he says, “Now I’m gonna scold you for last night.”

You shrink in on yourself a little, “You don’t need to.”

“So, you know it was reckless to stay at a strangers house alone while continuing to drink?”

“Obviously.”

His eyebrow raises at that, as if to ask, ‘if it were so obvious then why did you do it?’. You don’t have a good answer, it didn’t really kick in for you that you shouldn’t have stayed until the cops showed up.

“Be safer next time,” he walks away from you to put an obscene amount of sugar in his own coffee, “I don’t wanna have to pick you up from the police station in the future.”

“It was just a noise complaint,” you dismiss, though you don’t know that for sure. Perching yourself on a barstool at his kitchen counter, you add, “This all happened because my friends thought the guy who invited us was hot.”

“Oh?” that catches his attention, “Did you think he was hot?”

You think on it for a moment, trying to recall him. He didn’t leave much of an impression on you but you’re also caught up on this dumbass in front of you. “Not really.”

“Not really?” Gojo turns to face you, hands splaying on the countertop as he squints at you. “What does that mean?”

“Green isn’t your shade, Gojo.”

“I look good in every colour, thank you.” He doesn’t let it go, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’ve sort of had my hands full with this other guy so I didn’t pay much attention to the stranger flirting with my friends,” you shrug.

“The other guy better be me.”

Your eyes roll, tone dripping sarcasm, “No, I’m talking about someone else who sticks his tongue in my mouth every time he sees me.”

He pretends to be shocked and hurt, “I can’t believe this, is nothing sacred between us?” You calmly push your coffee to the side so it’s not in the way. Gojo’s continuing with his dramatics, “Don’t tell me he’s also seen your tits? What about—”

Shutting him with your lips, hands tugging him down so you can kiss him from across the counter. It’s soft and fleeting, its purpose only to make him stop talking and happy. When you part from him, you sit back down. Casually asking, “What were you saying?”

“I honestly can’t remember,” he grins. Rounding the bench, he spins the barstool so you’re facing him, “You know, we’re completely alone.”

Already knowing exactly where he’s going, “We are.”

“We have all the time in the world,” he adds.

“Uh huh.”

He’s leaning down to you, “Don’t have to worry about getting caught.”

Your lips ghost over his, “No, we don’t.”

And then his mouth is colliding with yours, kiss heavier than your own. Messier too. Hands on your body immediately groping at wherever he can, fondling your tits and pinching your nipples just to make you jolt. Eventually moving his hands to your head and tilting it back, sliding his tongue against your own. He groans into the kiss, desperation bleeding into it. It’s like he’s been holding back since you woke up and knowing him, he probably has been.

Breaths panted and intermingling when he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust. “We’re moving to the bed,” he says. Effortlessly picking you up and transferring you from the kitchen to his room.

“Someone’s impatient,” you comment playfully as he drops you onto the mattress.

Gojo’s focus is on undressing you, tugging your—his—pants off. “Duh,” not even arguing against you. He stops to ask, “No panties?”

You pull his shirt down to cover your pussy from his lecherous gaze, “Was I supposed to put on my dirty ones?”

“Well, now I’m just thinking about your used panties—”

Reaching back, you throw a pillow at him, “Gross, Gojo.”

He easily catches it and chucks it back onto the bed beside you. “Only for you,” he grins.

“I’m so sure,” you doubt.

You’re waiting for him say something more but he’s completely switched lanes, head tilting at you in thought. Then pondering out loud, “I don’t know if it’s hotter to fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt or not…”

Deciding to be bold, you sit up and make the choice for him. Sliding your head out of the shirt and tucking it behind you while leaving the sleeves intact. Chest on full display but still technically wearing his shirt. Gojo folds for you, going to crawl onto the bed but you hold a hand up, “Uh uh, you have to undress a little first,” being the only one this exposed is embarrassing.

He stops and smiles, not hesitating to get completely naked. Leaving him bare to your eyes, his erection looks almost painful. Cock huge and pretty pink at the tip, leaking beads or precum. “My eyes are up here,” he signals.

“I know that,” your eyes trail up his body, appreciating how well built he is, “I was looking at your dick.”

“How indecent,” he chuckles, crawling over top of you, “Where are you learning to be so lewd?”

Your arms wrap around his neck and you give him a brief kiss. Joking, “From the other guy I let touch me.”

“Mean,” he grumbles, clearly not finding it as funny anymore.

About to tease him more over it when his finger slips through your folds, gathering your wetness to help the glide. Long digit circling your clit before just slightly dipping into your hole and back up. Never giving you enough of either sensation to have you cumming but enough to keep you dancing on that edge.

He grins against your temple, “Does he know you’re getting this wet for me, sweetie?”

It’s hard to keep the joke going when you’re slowly falling apart from his touch, hips trying fruitlessly to grind down. Small whines slipping from your parted lips as you try to think of something witty to say to him but your brain is failing you. Far too focused on his finger almost fucking into your needy cunt.

His grin grows wider and he pushes you onto your back, both hands on your knees pulling you open for his viewing pleasure. Gojo delights in how your hole flutters around nothing, slick dribbling down your pussy and onto his clean sheets. You’re so easy to work up, remarkably sensitive.

“Gojo,” you sulk, trying to close your legs.

“What?” head tilting at you innocently, “you wanna cum?”

Brain finally having got some sense back, you bite, “Do you think you could make me?”

He doesn’t entertain that with a reply, instead going back to playing with your pussy. Using the same movements as before, delving just the slightest bit into your hole before back to your clit. It’s practiced and repetitive and even if it is supposed to keep you on the edge you’re getting so pitifully close to cumming.

Hips fighting up, trying to angle yourself so his finger might just slip deeper inside you. He knows what you’re attempting though, careful not to give you too much of what you want. Gojo can tell you’re about to cum, the pretty sounds you’re making burned into his memory from those fleeting moments you’ve gotten enough time to yourselves. Instead of speeding up or even keeping pace, he pulls his hand back.

Eyes bright as he watches your pussy twitch from your almost orgasm, hole dripping slick and begging to get fucked. His cock throbs painfully, he’s not going to be able to keep teasing for much longer—not without risking premature ejaculation.

You’re needy and pent up, your own fingers moving down to touch yourself. He doesn’t let it happen, tutting, “Now who’s impatient?”

“It’s because you’re being– ah!—”

Loud moan leaving you, very suddenly cumming because Gojo stuffed your cunt full with his fingers. Immediately crooking them upwards and grinding his palm into your clit. You’d been so close to finishing, all he had to do was touch you a little more and you’re falling apart. Your back arches upwards and your hips grind down into his hand, seeking more stimulation. That might be the fastest you’ve ever cum. Cunt sucking his fingers in desperately, wanting him to touch so much deeper.  

He moves down so he’s hovering over you, “Do you always cum this easily or was that just for me?”

“Please,” you whine, begging for more without actually asking for it.

“Doesn’t sound like an answer,” he singsongs, withdrawing his gooey digits from your hole.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down onto you. Lips finding his and kissing him deep, tongue in his mouth and teasing his own. Your legs loop around his waist and his cock glides through your folds, dragging heavy against your cunt. It shocks you, parting from the kiss to moan softly.

You must look a little pitiful, at least you feel it when you say, “Just for you.”

A shudder runs through Gojo and his head tucks into the crook of your neck. Unable to help himself from grinding down, the underside of his dick sliding along your wet pussy. Small whines leave him as he keeps moving his hips, head foggy as he continues to slip through your folds. The tip of his cock catches on your hole, almost entering before slipping past. Your back arches at it and on the second time it happens, you try to fuck down onto him.

“Fuck—” He bites out, lungs seizing in his chest. His hand immediately reaches down to your hip and pushes you flat onto the bed. “Why are you so desperate to get fucked raw?”

“I just want you inside,” you sulk back at him. Lower half twitchy and needy, missing his dick.

It’s also his fault, he knew you were both playing a risky game just then. You’re so soaked he’d slide right in and he wants to so bad. “Weak for pleasure aren’t you?” he asks. “Makes you all greedy.”

You frown at him, “If you’re gonna tease, I’ll leave.”

“I doubt that,” he grins and then moves away to find a condom.

As he’s slipping it on, you roll over and pretend to follow through on your empty threat. Taking issue with him not believing you.

Gojo climbs onto the bed and approaches you from behind, large hand on your back pushing you flat onto the bed again, “And where are you going?”

You turn your head to the side, “Leaving.”

“Right when you’re about to get what you want?” his hands slide down your back, pulling his shirt off you completely.

Your arms come up to fold under your head, resting on them. “You’re gonna stop teasing?”

“That’s not what you want, my teasing gets you all wet and horny,” he grips your ass cheeks and pulls them apart, thumbs moving to part your folds. A groan leave him at the sight of your drooling hole. “I’m gonna give you my dick.”

“Are you gonna let me flip over?”

“I was thinking of fucking you like this,” one of his hands leaves you so he can grip his cock, guiding it to your pussy, “you know, as punishment for trying to leave after begging so prettily for it.”

You’re in the middle of considering continuing to play hard to get when his tip is almost sliding inside and you’re quickly dropping the pretence. Hips wiggling back only for his hand on you to hold you still, not giving you anymore.  

“You’re so insufferable, why can’t you just put it in?” You’re pouting in full force, completely sexually frustrated. Not just from today but from the past weeks, “You keep teasing me and it’s not fair, you’re evil—”

Gojo finds your complaining to be unbearably cute, smiling to himself as he listens to you ramble about how unfair and mean he’s being. Entertaining it for a bit longer before sinking deep inside your snug cunt, all your complaints die on your tongue. Replaced with soft mewls and whines, fingers digging into his sheets as you slowly take in inch after inch of him.

He lets out a loud moan, his head tipping completely forward as he revels in the tightness gripping him. “Oh– fuck– you feel soo– hnn—” he fucks his hips a little deeper, splitting you open on more of his cock, “so good– hng– fuck fuck– you feel divine, pretty.”

He’s losing his mind, he must be. Barely able to keep his wits about him with how good it feels to finally be inside you. Almost worried that he’s going to cum early, mostly worried about that because it means he’ll have to pull out to grab a fresh condom. Oh, how he wishes he could pump you full of his seed, have it dribbling down your thighs afterwards. Damn, maybe he is a pervert.

It’s the first time he’s been balls deep and you’re not sure you can take just laying here waiting for him. You need him to start thrusting before you go insane with desire, you can’t even do anything about it because he’s placed his hands on your lower back. Pinning you to the bed while he stuffs you full.

“Gojo– hnn– please move– hah– you have to move, please,” the heavy weight of him sitting inside your walls is driving you mental.

He giggles a little deliriously at you, “Are you begging? That’s really cute, sweetheart.”

You might actually cry out of frustration, “I’ll– hnn– I’ll do anything you– hah– want, just move!”

“Hmm,” he considers that, not able to hide his excitement. Cock throbbing inside you at the promise of doing anything he wants. “Anything?” You’re such a sucker, he would’ve started fucking you properly soon.

Nodding into the bed, “Yes.”

“Just remember you said that,” he pulls out so slowly, moaning as he does. Only his tip left inside you as he adds, “I’ll be collecting.”

You don’t get to think about the possible repercussions to your horny promise because he’s slamming his hips into you all at once and you’re too drunk on pleasure to think about anything but him. His cock bullies your womb over and over again, his thick shaft grazing every devastating spot inside you. You’re a twitchy, shuddering mess, practically drooling onto his sheets. Moans embarrassing and downright pornographic.

Gojo isn’t fairing much better, his head swimming in sinfully sweet euphoria. Your cunt is needy and swallows him in relentlessly, creaming around him obscenely. The squelching of your pussy is loud and fills the room and it makes his heart flutter, his teeth digging into his lower lip to hold off on drowning out the sounds of you.

He truly could do this forever, obsessed with how well you take him. With how greedy and desperate you are. It almost kills him to tease you, wanting to give you everything you want but something sick in him loves seeing how worked up you get. Loves to have you on the brink of tears asking for something he really wants to give you, even without you having to ask for it.

His pelvis smacks your ass every time he re-enters, sending jolts through you. Everything is hot, your insides sparking as he builds your orgasm up. It seems like he barely even has to try to get you to cum, already almost there from a few deep strokes.

You pant out, “I’m gonna– hng– I’m—”

“I know,” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

Nothing changes, he doesn’t change his pace or how deep he’s fucking you. He stays consistent and it has you cumming, cunt gripping his dick tight and sucking him in as you reach your peak. Toes curling and moans pitching. You’re turning your face into the mattress to stifle down the pathetic sounds leaving you.

Gojo keeps fucking you, not stopping his onslaught. He’s hoping to pull another orgasm out of you, to have you so sensitive that you’re cumming again immediately. Rocking his hips into you over and over, you’re a reactive little thing so he bets he could.

“Gojo– hnn– wait– hah– I—,” feeling so much hotter now, the pleasure almost blinding.

Your arm reaches back, hand trying to rest on his stomach to steady him but he grabs it and uses the hold to leverage himself more. Fucking into you a little more harshly, he knows you’re right there again. “It’s okay– hnn– I want you to cum again, sweetie.”

He gets what he wanted, second orgasm coming so much quicker after the first. Cunt just as snug as the first time you came, squirming under him as you take another overwhelming high. He’s unbelievably aroused, choking on moans and whines. Fresh slick and cum dripping from your hole and soaking his dick.

A small and fucked out whimper leaves you and it has him cumming for you, his load filling the condom and he so badly wishes it were filling your womb instead. Letting go of your arm; he leans down into you. His front pressing tight to your back as he continues to give little grinds and ruts into you, riding out his orgasm.

And because he is a pervert, his hands are sliding under your body so he can grip your tits. Groping you for his own delight, his dick twitching inside you a little. He presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring against you, “Still conscious, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” your speech is a little slurred. “You’re heavy.”

He sighs, hands continuing to play with your boobs, “I don’t wanna pull out.”

You wriggle underneath him, trying to encourage him to get off you but you’re weak and your limbs feel like jelly.

“Keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll get hard again,” he talks low into your ear, licking the tip of it.

You fight off a shiver and complain, “Get off me then.”

“Still so mean to me,” he whines but rolls off you all the same. Leaving momentarily to dispose of the condom.

Lazily, you crawl over to bed side table where your phone sits. The screen filled with missed calls and texts from your brother, you probably should’ve prioritised contacting him to let him know you’re alive.

Gojo lays back on the bed and then rolls so he can grab you and pull you into him. He looks at your phone screen too, chuckling a little, “Someone’s in trouble.”

“I should call him,” you sigh.

Gojo’s dragging his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind soft kisses, “How about a second round first?”

You truly have gotten yourself stuck between a rock and hard place.

𝒂ﾉ𝒏. like i mentioned, this was originally posted on my old blog lovelivision, i took it down over there and reposted it here as well as adding more to it because i felt more attached to this work as a possible little series. thank you so much for reading and i hope you liked it !! <33