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MDNI 18+

your close friend develops feelings for you.

yearner inumaki toge x reader

with inumaki’s cursed speech, it was hard to communicate — but that didn’t stop either of you from catching feelings.

since being transferred, he had become your closest friend; at least out of the whole friend group.

it was easy to talk to him — well most of the time at least. but he always listened and would hang around you the most.

one time your whole group was studying messing around in the library.

gojo and suguru were yapping to each other. yuji, megumi and nobara all arguing per-usual. you, maki, panda, and inumaki were all sat around each other just reading or snoring off.

you had been tired from staying up all night prior; a migraine forming, so you put your head down on the table.

inumaki poked your arm, making you look up — blinking a bit.

“mustard leaf?” he whispered softly, his eyes pierced yours.

“im good toge.” you said retreating your head back down, closing your eyes giving a bit of relief.

well, you weren’t “good” — you had made that pretty evident.

he stuck his head down by your head on the table, before whispering again, “tunaaaaa.”

“inumaki i swear-“ you were about to cuss him out and tell him to talk to panda or maki or annoy someone else. but he suddenly grabbed you, placing your head in his lap.

he smiled down at you, tucking hair behind your ear. “salmon roe.”

“he just said your beautiful.” panda said flipping a page in his book.

“CAVIAR!”

a week later…

you were up studying late in your dorm when there was a knock on your door.

it was 2 am, who in their right mind was here?

cautiously, you snuck out of your room, and crept up to the front door. looking carefully into the peep hole, you saw… inumaki.

you were confused, but swung the door open in an instant. “toge, what are you doing-“

he stumbled towards you, wrapping his hands around your waist, hugging you. “kelp.”

your eyes went wide, shaking your head a bit, when you smelt his breath — alcohol.

grabbing him by his shoulders you held him out. ”toge where have you been?”

“fish flakes.” he slurred out, smiling as he stared right at you.

you scoffed dragging him inside to the couch.

“you are such an idiot where have you been?”

“salmonnnnn.”

he was out in seconds against you, his breathing steady in your lap.

you smiled, stroking his cheek slighty before putting the covers over you both.

2 weeks later…

your friend group was at a party; invited by shoko and mei mei.

you all spread out, at least most of you did.

inumaki was stuck to your hip the whole time. he got you your drinks, made sure no random guys tried talking to you, and made sure to dance with you.

the night was pretty fun, you were enjoying yourself and toge was making you happy.

he walked off for a second to grab some more drinks for you both, when panda walked up to you.

not even looking over at you, he spoke. “i know it’s not the most obvious, and i’m not really supposed to tell you-“ he paused for a second before speaking again.

“inumaki really likes you, i mean really really likes you. i have never seen him be like this around anyone before.”

you looked over at panda with wide eyes, smiling brightly. before you could say anything, toge was already back with your drinks.

he handed you your drinks, your fingers lingering on his for a second too long.

taking your drink, you chugged it, finishing it nearly in a second — before smiling nervously.

toge tilted his head at you but smiled and put his hand around your side, hugging you slightly.

a month later…

you finally asked inumaki to hang out.

in your dorm, you were both in your bed, wrapped in blankets watching a movie.

popcorn, candies and soda were all around you.

there was a part in the movie where you had to look away from the screen. “holy shit.”

he laughed throwing a piece of popcorn at you.

you picked a piece of candy up, throwing it at him laughing.

inumaki grabbed your waist starting to tickle you. “toge!”

the way you said his name, every single time. it did something to him.

he paused for a moment just looking down at you, admiring your features. every freckle, every mole visible on your skin, your eyes, your lips…

“toge.”

“toge?”

“TOGE!”

the third time you said his name made him snap out of it.

“salmon.” he smiled getting up and walking to your bathroom.

it had been like 10 minutes and you were getting worried.

you finally got up and knocked slightly.

“toge is everything alright?”

no response.

“okay i have had enough, i’m coming in!” you declared, slowly but swiftly you moved the door knob to the bathroom.

inumaki was on the floor in front of the toilet, he hid his face as soon as you came in.

“toge what’s wrong?” you kneeled down next to him, putting your hand on his neck; it made him shiver.

he slowly moved his head back to face you, his mouth was dripping blood.

“toge-“ your voice was filled with concern, your finger going up to touch his chin slightly.

he took your hand, grabbing it and putting it on his heart. smiling weakily, blood rushing through his teeth.

“i- i-“

“toge i know.”

he shook his head, gripping your hand harder, pressing it more intensely to his chest.

“i love you.” he mouthed out.

you smiled, a tear falling down to your cheek. “i love you too.”

getting onto his lap in seconds, you were rubbing his neck as he cried in the crook of your neck.

a few minutes had passed, inumaki was still in the same spot.

you pulled back looking at him, “can i touch you?”

he looked like an eager puppy, nodding so fast in response.

“i need you to do something for me though.” you said getting off of him.

he studied your movements, as you got onto all fours, diving down until you were face to face with his crotch and your back arched off of the floor.

“use your cursed speech on me, make me make you feel good.”

if inumaki wasn’t already hard, he was definitely now.

you put your hand on his crotch, putting slight pressure making him yelp.

“give me a blowjob until i can’t take it anymore.” his raspy voice finally came through.

in seconds, your hands had his pants down, then his boxers.

he watched in joy as your spit onto his dick before sucking on the tip slightly.

then, taking him whole in a split second. he threw his head back moaning as he grabbed the back of your head.

bobbing on him, you licked his shaft from top to bottom.

the sensastion was taking over him already.

he was moaning involuntarily, holding a hand over his mouth as he held your head still.

his speech made you unphaseable, you had no gag reflex, easily taking his long length back and forth back and forth.

you already felt him tensing up, you knew what was coming.

still groaning, he held your head all the way down as he twitched and shook uncontrollably.

you felt the cum spray into the back of your throat, swallowing every last drop.

his head was back against the wall, he was about to talk when you put your hand on his mouth.

you started sucking again, this time teasing the tip then down to the shaft.

he put his hand up and you swatted it away as you kept toying with him.

you smiled going down to his balls, tracing your fingers over them.

shaking his head, you held them taut as you took his dick whole down your throat once more.

the loudest exhale you have ever heard just came out of his mouth; it was probably the hottest thing you have ever heard.

you cleaned up the rest of the mess on him and laid your head on his chest.

he coughed a little, before spitting more blood into the toilet.

softly, he ran his fingers through your hair.

his cursed speech had did a number on you, making you fall asleep almost instantly.

he wiped his mouth of the excess blood, and pulled his pants up.

MDNI 18+

your plug meets you at a college party, but not in the way that you were expecting.

fratboy!gojo x reader x plug!choso

when your friend made you come to a frat party, this is not how you anticipated it to play out.

shoko had texted you earlier before classes ended, that a party was happening tonight — at the biggest frat house on campus.

you agreed, unbeknownst to the events that would eventually ensue throughout the night ahead.

later that night…

somehow — some way, you had ended up on top of satoru gojo; the campuses biggest frat boy.

he was the average douche bag, snobby rich kid that took most things in his life for granted.

his hand was wrapped around your waist, the other, a red solo cup that he occasionally sipped from.

you were definitely intoxicated; having smoked a blunt that was being passed around and gojo had gotten you a coke with vodka.

shoko had ran off with some guy probably 30 minutes ago and you haven’t seen her since.

it was worrying you, so you tried getting up — satoru didn’t let that slide easily though.

“where you goin’ pretty thing?” he said, grabbing your waist and planting you back down on him. “m-my friend has been gone for a while, i- i need to find her.” you practically slurred out.

his hand slid up your thigh, ”cmon’ don’t be a buzzkill.”

your phone started buzzing, you expected it to be shoko, but it was choso? this made you sober up real quick.

you pushed gojo off making him scoff, “dumb bitch.” this resulted in you flipping him off as you walked away to a dense hallway as you answered choso’s call.

“what’s up cho?” your nickname always did numbers on him. “are you at that stupid party?”

“why? do you miss me already?” you managed to giggle out.

he smiled through the phone, you could always tell. “i was just checking to see how you were doing.”

“im just fine, thanks for asking.” you sighed out, leaning against the rough wall. “yeah you sure sound fine. you sound like you are tipsy, you sure you don’t need me to come get you? i don’t want you getting hurt or anything-“

“i said i’m fine cho. i don’t need you to come save me or something. goodbye.” you rushed out, hanging up the phone abruptly.

the truth was, you weren’t fine. part of it was how your life was going, the other part was him.

everything had been stressing you out recently, him included. you met choso in highschool and have always been strictly just friends.

well technically, he had been your plug as well; you would get weed from him sometimes. although you had always been just friends, the last couple weeks — that had changed.

two weeks ago, you called choso late at night and asked for the usual order. he came over and brought it, but one thing led to another, and well — you guys had sex. it wasn’t anything serious, just letting off steam.

but a week ago, it happened again; then three days ago, you guys did it again. and now, you had been avoiding him at all costs.

you really do like him, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to commit to a real relationship. at least, that’s what you had thought.

what snapped you back to reality was satoru walking up to you.

“im sorry for being a douche earlier.” he said scratching his neck looking down for a second, before looking back up at you.

“i think you are really hot, it’s just when you tried leaving i thought-“

from all the pent up feelings you had bottled up, you didn’t really care that he was being an asshole.

he was pretty handsome and he called you hot, so why not. it took your mind off of choso anyways.

your lips connected with his in seconds, making him stop blabbering nonsense that you didn’t care about.

his hand snaked around your waist, hoisting you up so he was holding you by your ass. your legs gripped around his core, as he dragged you back out into the main room. walking past everyone, heading into an empty bathroom.

he sat you down on the counter, planting a soft kiss to your lips. pulling back, he closed and locked the door.

turning around, his eyes were back onto you, grabbing him by the collar, you pulled him in.

satoru’s hand made it’s way in-between your thighs, next thing you know it was in your shorts.

you moaned against his mouth, your tongue fighting against his as he rubbed your sensitive nub. he pulled back slightly chuckling. “already so wet for me?”

your legs spread open wider confirming his question. as you whined out in response, he moved against your pussy faster.

out of nowhere, someone started banging on the bathroom door. you gripped his bicep making him pause his movements.

“open up! i know you are in there.” shit. it was choso’s voice.

you huffed throwing your head back, gojo almost started talking before you put your hands over his mouth. you mouthed “shut the fuck up.” which made him actually listen for once tonight.

choso started shaking the door knob profusely. there was a pause for a second, silence sliced the air — until choso spoke again. “shoko told me you were in here.” he said now in a calmer voice. “just come out, please. i just want to talk.”

you hesitated for a second, before he spoke again, this time even softer than before. “please baby. i just want to talk to you.”

gojo’s eyebrows slanted, and your eyes went wide for a split second. “just give me a minute.” your words were as bitter as a battery.

choso’s footsteps were apparent as they softly travelled away from outside of the door. “you have a fucking boyfriend? you weren’t going to mention that or?-“

“he is not my boyfriend.” you cut in immediately. “it’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”

his hand went up to caress your arm. “so make me understand.” his voice went soft, as his eyes stared right back into yours.

you grinned slightly, ”just stay here and ill be back. okay?”

“anything you say gorgeous.” he said crossing his arms, leaning against the counter.

smiling still, you unlocked the bathroom door and slipped out.

peering into the living room that was filled with everyone, your eyes locked onto choso. he was standing next to shoko and that guy she was talking to. where the hell had she been and why did she snitch?

“look who it is. where’s your frat boy at?” shoko snickered, nudging choso slighting in the elbow. “what’s she talking about?” choso responded almost immediately.

“nothing. what does it matter to you anyway-“ he gripped your hand with intense force.

choso dragged you out back, practically flinging you. “did you fuck some frat guy?”

you scoffed, “so what if i did? or if i didn’t. it doesn’t matter to you. we aren’t dating choso. we were just fucking. its just sex, nothing else. what do you think, that i’m your girlfriend or something?”

he went silence and huffed his chest out in anger. the way he went silent gave you your answer. “seriously?”

“do you think i’m just some joke? that just because i sell drugs, i don’t actually like you? or that i could genuinely have feelings for you?” his tone betrayed him, his voice going hoarse from the anger.

just past choso, you saw gojo’s silhouette approaching from the porches door.

“listen, i’m just an outside bystander but i think you should go easy on her man-“

“is this the dumb frat idiot you fucked?” choso cut him off almost immediately.

“i did not fuck him you asshole!” you yelled, your hands balling into fists as you almost did something you would regret, gojo grabbed you by the waist holding you back.

he settled you back down on the ground softly. “alright everyone just chill out, i think this was just a big misunderstanding-“

“oh my god you fucked him i knew it.” choso said with a crooked smile, as he shook his head back and forth.

satoru walked up to him. “we never fucked, i barely touched her. but you are acting like you own her or something dude lay off of her-“

the sound of a hard slap cut satoru’s voice off. your mouth went wide as you watched them in front of you.

gojo softly rubbed his cheek, facing back to choso. “seriously asshole?”

“can both of you just stop it?” you sternly yelled, grabbing their attention.

they both immediately moved their gazes towards you. your eyes began welling with tears, the whole situation making you so overwhelmed.

choso moved to you in seconds. “don’t cry baby.” he took his hands up to your face, wiping them away.

gojo slowly walked over, standing directly behind you, his hands moving to your tummy.

“listen, how about instead of fighting we can do something else?”

you looked between them both smiling as another tear fell, lips connecting to choso in an instance. you grabbed gojo by the crotch, making him grunt out.

next thing you knew, you were on a bed. choso was in between your legs; gojo’s cock was in your mouth.

choso licked and bit at your throbbing pussy like a lollipop. satoru’s hard dick was going in and out of your mouth hitting the sweet spot in your throat.

the sensation you were feeling was irreplaceable; no one has ever made you feel like this.

you gripped choso by the hair, making him dive deeper and harder into your cunt. satoru was moaning uncontrollably as your took him whole, slurping every last drop of his cum.

just as you drank all of gojo, your own high was soon to overcome you. “im gonn’ cum cho, holy shit!”

sprouting your obscenities only made him go faster. you threw your head back, satoru stroked your hair comfortingly as you rode out the ecstasy feeling.

you were shaking from the orgasm, choso pulled back still holding your thighs apart. springing up from the bed, you jumped into choso’s arms.

kissing up and down his neck, licking his ears down to his collarbone. you were devouring him, small sounds escaping his mouth as he held you by your waist.

gojo sat back on the bed pouting like the whimp he was. but then, he got up and came down to the floor with you both.

he sat facing you both, when suddenly he grabbed choso by the neck and kissed him. hard yet eagerly, he moved sloppily against him.

“you fucking dick.” you softly chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. choso put his hand onto satoru’s neck, deepening the kiss before pulling back.

“i see why she likes you so much.”

“back to ya.”

MDNI 18+

your roommate is an asshole and you take care of him when he gets super stressed out

bully!toji x roommate!reader

toji has always ticked you off. since the very first day you met him, he was a total jackass.

when you were studying for your exams, he would constantly pester you. always coming into your room unannounced, stealing your food from the fridge, never doing his dishes.

he always left his shit laying around in the apartment; one time you found his boxers underneath the coffee table when you were cleaning.

when you would confront him or try talk to him about what he was doing it was always the same excuses:

“i can’t, i’m too busy right now.”

“oops.”

“it can be dealt with later.”

“i’ll be home later to do it.” (lie)

“can’t you just do it?”

“it’s not that big of a deal.”

“can you stop acting like you’re my mom?”

this week had been super stressful, as your final exams were coming up. toji had been expeditiously more of an asshole this week, which made you even more pissed off. he had been worrying you recently though.

toji had been coming home later and later every night. he had been sloppier, messier, and your place looked like a pigsty.

one night when you were up late studying at your desk, you heard soft faint cries from toji’s room.

you thought you were hearing things, but it got louder. it was like a dog whining but a little more high pitched. your curiosity got the best of you, when you jumped up from your seat and slowly, but quietly exited your room.

you slid across the hallway peering into toji’s room.

your nails held the door knob as you held your breath, watching him.

his star lamp that illuminated the ceiling with blue stars was still on, it cascaded throughout the room onto him.

toji was slouched up against his bed, his calloused hands covering his face as he was softly weeping. you slowly opened the door, trying not to make a sound but failed.

he perked his head up quickly and began wiping his face in an instant.

“what the hell is wrong with you? get out!” he muttered as he kept wiping his tear-stained face.

instead of immediately leaving like you probably should have, you stepped into his room and shut the door behind you.

you kneeled down in front of him, he looked up at you as another tear ran down his face. “what’s wrong with you fushiguro?”

“nothing leave me alone idiot,” he snapped at you furiously, wiping his cheek.

you pushed on his chest a little, earning a slight smile from him that faded quickly.

“i’m not kidding. get out i wanna be alone,” he said turning his head away.

“cmon seriously, i know you don’t like me and all, but something is wrong with you. even i can see it, just tell me what’s wrong fushi, you know you can talk to me right? i’ll always be here to listen, even if you don’t-” you kept rambling as his gaze relocated back to you.

all of a sudden, he was hugging you. his huge hands wrapped around your waist in a possessive yet gentle manner.

it took you a second before your hands came up to began rubbing his neck soothingly. earning soft breathy sounds that left him shivering in-between tears.

“i don’t wanna be here. e-everything’s too much’- going on. i’ve had enough.” he whispered almost incoherently through sobs, as he dug his head into your neck.

“okay, everything is alright. don’t worry,” you softly rubbed his neck, back and forth, moving your fingers into his scalp scratching it.

he shivered underneath your touch, but leaned into it as he huffed against your tear-stained neck. “look at me toji.” your voice made him immediately look up at you.

“i’m just- everything is stressing me out, and i- i don’t wanna be here- i don’t know what to do- my classes and work-”

you grabbed his chin, ”calm down fushiguro! everything is okay. just chill out you are overreacting.”

his mouth was pouted as if he was trying to keep in the tears that managed to keep streaming. you brought your fingers up, wiping underneath his eyes on both sides.

the blue stars made his tears more defined, and you realized you never saw toji like this before. that this stress has truly taken a toll on him; he was broken down, defeated almost from everything recently. looking at him, you studied his face as he kept pouting like a little puppy.

you put your hand on his head, guiding him against your chest. he let out a breathy sigh as he held onto you.

dragging your fingertips up and down his bicep, you spoke softly,“i can help you feel better. would you like that?”

toji pulled his head back, nodding rapidly as you stood up, pulling him with you.

sitting up against his bed frame, you guided him to sit in your lap.

you slouched back against the pillow as he rested himself against you. his back was against your chest, taking one hand placing it in on his thigh. the other hand snuck past his sweatpants into his boxers.

“you fucking bitch-“ he snarled out, throwing his head back against you harshly.

your hand from his thigh came up to his mouth, sticking two fingers in. “suck.”

and he sure did. his lips were wrapped around your fingers suckling sloppy, drool coming down his mouth. you helped him get his pants and boxers down to his knees, his girth on full display.

“geez fushi,” you smiled looking over his shoulder, as your pressed sweet kisses to the side of his neck.

his dick was leaking precum heavily, and you hadn’t even began to touch him yet.

“just touch me- for fucks sake,” he whimpered out through your fingers, tilting his head back exposing his neck more for you.

“be a good boy and i will.” you whispered against his ear, peppering a kiss to it.

he thrusted slightly in the air, whining out. “p-please stop teasing. it hurts. please.”

you smiled taking your wet fingers and beginning to move it along his length. toji moaned softly, grinning. “fuckkkkkk so good. makin’ me feel so good.” slipping your legs over top of his thighs, keeping his legs apart. you swiped your finger slightly over his tip, making him straggle out a whimper.

pumping his cock with both hands sent him over the edge. he was moaning and whining uncontrollably, his arms gripping your thighs for stability. “you’re gonna kill me- god.” you kept kissing up and down his neck, licking and suckling.

“such a good boy, fushi.” this made him thrust harder into your hands, sounds falling from his lips everytime he did.

“im gonn’ cum already fuck.” he whined out.

you stopped pumping him, slapping his shaft making him yelp out. “f-fucking dumb bitch- just let me cum.”

one of your hands snuck up to his neck, applying pressure slightly.

“why would i let you when you are being so rude? i mean truly i don’t think i should even be doing this in the first place, honestly. you are always so mean to me. making me take care of everything, cleaning up after you constantly.” you kept babbling as you traced your finger along his shaft.

his breathing was restrained by your intense grip around his neck. he was speechless, for once; toji fushiguro was speechless. no snarky remarks to retort, no degrading words to spit out, just silence.

he didn’t stay quiet for long though. “you know i don’t mean it.” his raspy voice sliced the room.

“do i?” you retorted immediately. you forced his neck back, making him look up at you. “i’m sorry.” he muttered out.

“sorry for what?” you asked looking down at him. “i’m sorry for being mean, and being an asshole. i’m sorry for leaving you to take care of everything. i promise i’ll do better. please. i wanna do better, for you. anything for you.” his restrained voice managed to stay strong as he continued looking up at you.

you smiled down at him, taking your hand off from around his neck. he exhaled heavily, coughing a bit as he sit up slightly. your hand snaked around his ribs holding him back. he grinned laughing a bit, but you started touching him again. this time rougher.

“yes fuck. please.” he groaned throwing his head back once again.

your hand pumped up and down his length, the other one wrapped around holding him by his shoulders. “you wanna cum?” his head moved rapidly nodding and whining in response. “pleaseeee.”

you played slightly with his tip again, making him bottom out. moaning loudly, he was bucking up uncontrollably. white strings sprayed out onto his tummy as he finally made it over the edge.

he was whimpering as you overstimulated him; still touching and swiping his tip softly.

“baby fuck- please stop. god. okay- i get it. i got your message. i’ve had enough.” he groaned gripping your thighs harshly.

you stopped, taking your fingers and licking him off of you. he finally sat up and turned around to face you.

MDNI 18+

you start talking to two guys at once (yes like the tv show)

choso kamo x barista reader x hiromi higuruma

when higuruma asked you out on a date you were really surprised. i mean yes he was your regular, he was very handsome and an intelligent person, but why would he ask you out of all people? an overworked barista making minimum wage, barely getting through college.

“the usual?” you asked, already typing in his order onto the screen. you paused for a second, looking up as he kept his gaze on you, studying you. “hiromi?” you waved your hand in front of his face, making him snap out of his daze.

he straightened his tie and put his hands on his face as he exhaled a sigh. “i’m sorry,” he said softly.

“no worries sir, just the usual?” you repeated once again looking up from the screen in front of you.

a slight flush crept up his neck before he spoke, “actually i was thinking, maybe, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked scratching his neck a little. you smiled, quite stunned at his question. “wow sir- um, im very flattered, i would like that.” you couldn’t stop grinning as he pulled his phone out and handed it to you.

“i can set something up, text me days that you aren’t working,” he said as he watched your nails click away at his phone.

two days later…

“chai latte for choso,” you yelled out setting the drink on the counter. before you could walk off, a boy with dark black pigtails stopped you. he planted a hand on his drink as he called out to you. “sorry to bother you, i know you guys are really busy right now. um- this might sound weird.” he softly spoke to you over the counter, as you started brewing more coffee.

you looked up at him as he kept talking, “i just wanted to say that you’re really, really, really, pretty. and your eyes, it’s like the ocean shifting colors. sorry if i sound weird-“ he got cut off from a loud hiss of the coffee machine.

“you don’t sound weird. thank you, it means a lot.” you say with a soft smile, looking at him as you shook a coffee. you could tell he was quite shy, that he doesn’t usually do this.

you finished the drink you were making and shouted the order out. walking back over to him, he had his phone out. “i was wondering if i could get your number? or instagram if you don’t want to give that out-“

“sure,” you said grabbing the phone and typing in your number.

it had been over a month, and both of them were head over heels.

“how was your day?”

“i miss seeing your pretty face.”

“when are you off of work?”

“how has my favorite barista been?”

“which class are you studying for now?

“you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met.”

“i need to see you soon. please.”

with having to text them both, studying for upcoming exams, and going to work 6/7 days of the week, you were so drained.

they both have taken you out on multiple dates. hiromi always bought you flowers, choso bought you snacks. the dates with hiromi always felt so formal, always going to a fancy expensive restaurant, everyone so rich you felt out of place where you went with him. he treated you like a princess, a precious jewel that was all his.

with choso, you mostly hung out at your apartment, at the library, or his place. he helped you study for many of your classes, watched movies with you, and comforted you when you were super stressed out. one night, you called him crying and he showed up to your apartment instantly with ice cream. he held you as you cried into his arms until you fell asleep. he treated you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in his life.

higuruma has been insistent on taking you on another date, constantly asking for the next day that you are off of work. but you always end up making an excuse. choso has asked you to hang out a couple of times, even just to help you study for classes. but you have been declining recently, as every single time you study, you end up falling asleep before even getting halfway through all of it.

one day after you got home from work, you heard a knock on your door.

you looked through the peep hole of your door and it was choso. he had flowers, a bunch of your favorite snacks, and some takeout from your favorite restaurant.

“cho?” you softly said, opening the door. his hair was up in spiked pigtails, he was wearing a black tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with grey sweatpants.

his eyes fluttered as you said his name. “sorry for coming without texting, i know how busy and stressed you get. i just wanted to make sure you had snacks and food-“

“thank you so much. this means so much you have no idea,” you yelped out as you smiled widely, grabbing the stuff from his arms and guiding him inside.

you plopped down on your couch sitting the snacks and food onto the coffee table. choso set the flowers on your counter and walked over, sitting down right next to you.

before he could even sit down fully, you jumped on him like a cat. throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him as you laughed making him slump over on the couch.

he pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. he was about to speak when your doorbell rang.

you sighed, exhaling as you began to get up. “stay here, i’ll get it.” choso spoke as he patted your thigh before getting up and heading to the front door.

“um- i think you have the wrong address man.”

“no i don’t, this is her apartment. i know where she lives. i want to see her.”

that was the last thing you heard before higuruma pushed passed choso into your apartment.

you looked up to see higuruma in a black suit & tie, pink and orange hibiscus in hand. “h-hiromi.” you spoke softly as choso turned the corner. “what are you doing here?”

he straightened his tie as he walked over to you, bending down and placing a kiss on your hand. “man, what the hell do you think you are doing?” choso sharply said as he rounded the corner of your entryway.

“i was about to take my girlfriend on a date,” hiromi spoke as he looked over at choso and then back to you.

choso looked like a ghost had just walked past him. “i’m sorry? did i just hear you correctly, did you say your girlfriend?” choso said stepping closer to higuruma.

you locked up as higuruma took your hand and made you stand up with him. “she’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” he said spinning you around in a circle.

choso stepped even closer stopping you both as he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from him. “listen i don’t know who you are and if you don’t get out of here, and get away from her i’m going to call the cops.” choso said holding you against his chest, one hand on your head the other around your waist.

“stop it cho.” you said softly, putting your hand on his making him only tighten his grip even more. “what do you mean stop? this random psychopath that looks like a knock off of adrien brody from wish.com just rushed into your apartment calling you his girlfriend!” he screamed high pitched like a little girl.

hiromi chuckled as he sat your flowers on the coffee table in front of him. “that’s a new one, i’ve never gotten that one before.”

“he isn’t a random psychopath,” you blurted out taking his hand off of you. “but i am not your girlfriend either hiromi.” crossing your arms together as you look over at him.

he walked over to you and put a hand on your hip. “that’s not what you said the other night-“ he was smirking as you swatted his hand away giggling. you looked over at choso who was in a complete state of awe.

“oh my god, is this some type of like game?” choso said tilting his head at you both. “what are you talking about?” hiromi responded almost immediately.

you huffed out looking between them both as you spoke. “it’s my fault. you both asked me out and i really like you both. hiromi you treat me so well and cho you treat me so good too. you are both so different in your own ways but-“

“so let me get this straight, you are just using both of us for your own benefit?” choso roughly spoke crossing his arms as well.

his words stung, because you weren’t using either of them, you truly did love like them a lot. “she’s not using us, she wouldn’t do that.”

higuruma huffed out as he came up beside you and nudged you in the shoulder. you smiled sheepishly as you looked at him and then down to your feet.

“i really like both of you, and i don’t wanna hurt either of you. i think you are both so handsome and pretty and-“ you started rambling as higuruma snuck his arms around your waist from behind. “calm down baby.” he spoke softly against your ear. choso walked in front of you towering over you.

he kept his gaze stuck on you, like he was trying to read you, find out what you were thinking. he brought one of his hands up to your cheek and softly rubbed it.

you leaned into the touch as he smiled down at you. “i’m sorry.” you whispered out as you closed your eyes. hiromi was still behind you softly rubbing your tummy, choso kept his hand on your cheek as he brought his finger up to your lip. swiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

“there’s nothing to be sorry about, okay?” choso said as he analyzed your face before kissing you, rough and harsh. your hands went to the back of his head in an instant, pushing him deeper as he slide his tongue between yours insistently. he pulled back holding your cheek as he muttered between breaths, ”you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that.”

hiromi grabbed your ass making you yelp out like a puppy. “you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that for.” he said smirking as he looked over at choso. “y’know i think we need to teach her a lesson,” choso said to higuruma as he looked between you both.

choso moved in seconds and they were practically on each other. “what the fuck.” you muttered so low basically only you could hear. higuruma was up against the wall as choso had him by his tie, kissing up and down his neck. every kiss and peck getting sloppier until he made it up to his mouth. they started moving against each other, sounds erupting them both like a volcano.

“jesus- ch-christ.” hiromi gasped between moans and whimpers. choso had his knee against hiromi’s crotch, rocking against his hard on. “come on you fucking dick that’s all you got? our fucking girl is watching cmon. give her a show.”

you felt your stomach doing jumping jacks and summer salts over and over again. your pussy was aching, your panties sopping wet making you rub your thighs together at the sight.

what hiromi said ticked choso off and made him move faster, rougher than before. the kisses getting more and more intense, wet, and tough. his knee moved even harder, hitting a spot that made higuruma start whining like a dog. “i- i c-can’t. stop please.”

your fingers were already in your pants before you knew it. hiromi looked past choso as he saw you, smiling as he threw his head back against the wall. you began moaning out, falling to the ground in front of the couch as you held the cushion for stability.

choso perked his head up from hiromi’s neck. he also stopped moving his knee against hiromi making him fall slightly against the wall, a soft groan escaping his mouth from getting edged.

you were moving up and down on your fingers. your eyes were glued shut as you moaned and whined, biting down on your bottom lip. choso watched you as hiromi slumped down against the wall. “keep moving pretty girl, you got it.” he muttered softly between inconsistent breaths as he gripped his chest trying to ground himself.

“god you are so beautiful.” choso said bending down in front of you. he sat on his knees as he watched you play and pry at that pretty little pussy. he put his hands on your thighs making you pause and open your eyes. “take these off i wanna see, pretty please?” he asked nicely as he hooked a finger up to your panties. you already had them down to your ankles as he spread your legs opening, watching as you stuck one finger in.

beginning to pump in and out of that puffy pink pussy. you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. choso’s mouth was watering as he watched you, hiromi watched from the wall, his hard on almost busting out of his pants, if that wasn’t already happening before it was now.

choso rubbed up and down your calf and ankle soothing you as you stuck another finger in. your cunt was so wet and sloppy, soft squelching sounds filling the apartment.

higuruma crawled over to you, sitting behind you, your back against his chest as he held your waist underneath your t-shirt.

“im- fuck. im gonn’ cum. shit.” you whined out. choso put his hand on yours taking your fingers out before you could finish. you threw your head back against hiromi groaning in a loud exhale. “you fucking asshole i swear to god-“

before you could keep sprouting more obscenities, choso stuck his own two fingers in you. the size difference from your fingers to his made your cunt pulse on his fingers. you put your hands onto hiromi’s that were around your waist, gripping them harshly as you moaned and whined. “it’s okay baby just be a good girl and take his fingers,” hiromi whispered softly in your ear.

you rolled your hips as he moved his fingers in and out of you. little sounds escaping you with every thrust of his fingers. “i-i’m close.” you whimpered out, shutting your eyes as you clamped down on his fingers. “come on sweet girl, cum for me i know you can.” choso muttered out still thrusting his fingers into you. gasping out as your rode out your high, you started twitching from the overwhelming sensations.

he slowly took his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth and licking you off of them. hiromi peppered kisses on your neck as he took one of his hands down and rubbed your overstimulated nub. “h-hiromi- stop it. jerk.” you whined out moving involuntarily against him. “i think we did enough chill out on her,” choso said with a smirk, looking down at you.

you looked like a total wreck: your messy bun was halfway to falling out, your panties down to your ankles while your juices were down to your thighs, your t-shirt wrinkled from hiromi grabbing you nonstop. hiromi whined as he pulled his fingers away making you huff out. he kissed your cheek and all of your face making you smile, choso came over and did the same.

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18+ MDNI | in which... during a routine shift at the pitt, you stumble upon your closest coworker’s deepest, darkest secret.

contains... infidelity, substance abuse confession (you go off on him + teach him a lesson), msub, slight angst, begging, yes he is guilty but you don’t really care, langdon has a panic attack, mutual masturbation, langdon whimpers (canon), nasty dog langdon, he lowkey in love w you

side note: this story is quite lengthy but it is worth it!!!! thank you guys so much for all of the notes and reblogs!!!

although it was your 3rd year as a resident, your career had been marked by instability, with frequent transfers between hospitals during your medical training. the only thing that stuck with you was the pitt, and also dr. frank langdon.

since starting at the pitt, you and frank had grown exceptionally close. it was obvious, by the end of the very first day, everyone could tell you were his favorite. over 3 whole years in, that bond was very well established. by early september, the day had already begun on an awful note, setting the tone for everything that followed. it was 2 pm and you had already helped langdon on many different cases. these including: a post-tonsillectomy hemorrhage, a seizure patient with neurocysticercosis, a four year old lethargic boy, and a failed DNR order. now you were helping him with louie’s case.

louie had already been here at 7 a.m. with a blood alcohol level of .420 and was prescribed lorazepam and librium by robby and frank. you were halfway in the door of the hospital room when dr. santos picked up his pill bottle from this morning. “he’s got librium from this morning.” she said while picking the pill bottle up and opening it. “that’s what i prescribed him this morning.” he said as you approached louie’s side and joined as you all picked louie up off of the gurney. “you wanna guess the blood alcohol level?” he asked setting the patient down neatly on the hospital bed. you shot him a sidelong glance. santos raised an eyebrow, her expression sharp. “why would I want to do that?” she said, practically daring him. “i don’t know, because it’s fun?” he said with a slight smirk as he took his stethoscope off around his neck. you watched his hands as he moved it to louie’s chest and back. santos’ gaze flicked to the pill bottle. “you prescribed 20 librium, and there’s only 10 left,” she said, snapping it shut and locking eyes with both of you. “shouldn’t we be concerned about an overdose?” you said looking between both santos and frank.

frank had begun listening to louie’s heart when he spoke. “oh no, louie’s drug of choice is vodka. the quickest way to kill his shakes.” you stepped closer to louie, pulling out your flashlight to examine his pupils. “where did the other ten pills go, louie?” you asked, searching for signs of dilaltion. frank was quick to respond. “i don’t know… maybe, uhhh, lost? stolen? maybe sold ’em for vodka?” you snapped your head at him, giving him a sharp side-eye before glancing over at santos. you turned back to louie and asked again. “louie, where are the pills?” he huffed, swatting at your hand. “in my pocket? man, i don’t know, i didn’t take ’em.” you looked at santos, noticing the suspicion in her expression, and realizing you felt it too. frank glanced between the two of you before exiting the room to continue his rounds.

you quickly followed in his suite, he had been acting weird all morning and you were finally going to get to the bottom of it. “langdon.” you said, your voice low but sharp. he froze mid-step near the lockers, his back stiffening. slowly, cautiously, he turned toward you. “what did i do this time?” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck; a tell you knew all too well, a sign something was eating at him. “what’s going on with you? you haven’t been acting like yourself all morning.” before he could even get anything out, you kept going. “actually, matter of fact, you haven’t been acting like yourself for almost a month or so. what the hell is wrong with you?” the last part came out more like a whisper. he opened his mouth, then paused, guilt or fear, or both — flickering across his face.

“can we not do this right now?” he snapped sharply, arms folding tightly across his chest. “i’ve got three more patients to see, and there’s still a full waiting room out there.” you scoffed, stepping in closer until there was barely any space left between you. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” your voice dropped, sharp and controlled. “i don’t know what’s going on with you and abby, but you need to get your shit together, because i’m not dealing with you acting like this for the rest of the shift.” his jaw tightened. he didn’t answer, just stared at you for a moment before his gaze flickered away, dropping to the floor. “i mean, you were joking about guessing a patient’s blood alcohol level in front of an intern.” you continued, frustration bleeding through your words. “and you know how louie is, he wouldn’t do that shit you said.” still nothing. he wouldn’t look at you. that was what made your expression shift. you reached out, gently but firmly taking his chin and guiding his face back towards you. “look at me.” he flinched at the contact, but his eyes snapped to yours anyway, conflicted and unsteady. “tell me what’s wrong.” you said quieter now, the anger thinning into concern. “i just need to know you’re okay. i know you. so don’t shut me out, just talk to me. is it abby? are the kids okay? did something happen with your parents?”

“just stop it already.” he said softly, placing his hand on your arm and gently moving your hand away from his chin. “i can’t talk about it here. and before you say i’m trying to get out of this, i’m really not. i just- i’m- i really-” his words broke off as he started to stutter, his body visibly locking up like he was on the edge of a panic attack. “okay, okay, i believe you. just calm down.” you said quickly, rubbing his shoulder in a soothing motion. but it was already escalating. he grabbed at his chest, his breathing growing faster and uneven. you could tell immediately this panic attack was far from over. “alright, it’s okay.” you said firmly but gently. “let me get a wheelchair and ask dana for a private room. we can talk about it, okay?” he nodded rapidly, still clutching his chest as you stepped away quickly toward dana’s desk. “dana, is there an unoccupied room?” you asked, knocking your knuckles lightly against her desk. “langdon is having a panic attack.”

her eyes lifted to yours the second you spoke. “oh no, let me check. did you already get him a wheelchair, kid?” she asked, turning back to her monitor mid-sentence. “i was just about to. he’s really freaking out. i’ve been trying to calm him down, but he’s honestly scaring me dana.” you said quickly. she placed a steadying hand over yours. “take him to west, room 13. and don’t worry, if robby comes asking for either of you, i’ll tell him you’re tied up on a case in north. langdon trusts you more than anyone here. go take care of him, kid.” she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. you turned away, grabbed a wheelchair, and headed back down the hallway.

when you turned the corner, you found langdon slumped against the wall, his breathing fast and uneven. one hand was pressed tightly to his chest, and he looked up at you the moment he heard the wheels approach. you hurried over and helped him into the wheelchair. “i don’t need… to be babied.” he said between strained breaths. “i-i’ll be fine.” as he gripped the armrests. “stop.” you replied, steady but calm. “i’m helping you whether you like it or not. dana said I can take you to a room in west. you’re going to be okay, just focus on breathing, alright? slow breaths.” you kept a hand on his shoulder as you wheeled him down the hall, your voice soft but grounding him whenever his breathing started to speed up again. when you reached room 13, you pushed open the door and rolled him inside, letting it close gently behind you. you lowered the lights, pulled the curtains for privacy, and carefully helped him onto the bed. “do you want water or anything else-” you started to ask. but before you could finish, he reached for you and pulled you into a hug.

he stood there trembling, barely able to stay upright as he clung to you for support. “i fucked up… big time.” he choked out. “i’m so screwed. i ruined everything.” your body went rigid as his voice cracked, tears spilling over before he could stop them. his hands tightened around your waist like it was the only thing keeping him anchored. without thinking, you pulled your arms around his neck, holding him steady as he broke down against you. your fingers moved gently at the back of his neck — trying to soothe him, to pull him back from the edge. “you didn’t ruin anything.” you said softly. “just breathe, okay? focus on me. in and out. match my breathing.” slowly, you guided him, your hand still soothing along his neck as his frantic gasps began to even out. in… and out… until his breathing finally synced with yours. the panic in his chest eased, his heartbeat no longer pounding out of control. “i need to tell you something.” he whispered against you. you paused, your hand stilling for a moment before you tilted your head up to look at him. “okay. i’m listening.” he swallowed hard, nervously biting his bottom lip as he hesitated. “do you remember… about a month ago, when i said i had to help my parents move furniture?”

“yes, i remember, you refused to listen when i told you to hire movers to help them move in. you even had to take a day off work because of it. i offered to pay for it myself, but you wouldn’t let me.” he gave a faint, almost bittersweet smile as he looked down at you. “when i was moving their furniture, i tweaked my back. i went to a regular pharmacy, they gave me pain meds and muscle relaxants. it helped for a while… until i ran out. i tried, i really did, but the pain was too much.” his eyes drifted shut for a moment, like he was bracing himself before continuing. “so i started taking librium and liquid lorazepam from patients… and replacing them when i could.” your grip on him loosened. he opened his eyes again, meeting yours, his brows drawn tight, his expression conflicted as he stood there under your stare.

your mouth fell open, words abandoning you completely as the weight of his confession settled in. for a moment, all you could do was stare. then, slowly, you took a step back, then another — like distance alone might make what he said less real. “no please, just listen to me.” he rushed out, his voice cracking as he reached toward you. “i’m still explaining. you have to understand-” you threw your hand up between you, a silent barrier. “don’t.” your voice was sharp, but unsteady. you sucked in a deep breath, then another — trying to steady the storm building in your chest. it didn’t help. “i don’t even know what to say to you right now.” you muttered, shaking your head. “do you have any idea what you’ve done? you could go to jail for this. you’d lose everything: your job, your license, everything frank. do you understand that?” he nodded quickly, stepping closer anyway, like he couldn’t help himself. “i know, i know but you have to believe me, i’m stopping. i’ve been weaning myself off all week, i swear-” the sound of your hand connecting with his face cut him off. “you fucking idiot!” the words tore out of you, raw and furious. your chest heaved as anger finally spilled over. “you’re high right now, aren’t you?” he didn’t answer. just stood there, one hand pressed to his reddening cheek, eyes fixed on you with something unreadable, guilt was it? or the shame? “i knew something was wrong with you.” you went on, your voice rising despite yourself. “but this? seriously? getting high at work? taking care of patients like that?” your voice broke, but you pushed through it. “do you go home like that too?” silence. your stomach dropped. “oh my god…” the words came out hollow, like all the air had been sucked from your lungs. you dragged a hand through your hair, pacing once before stopping yourself from completely losing it. your fingers found your bracelet instead, tugging at it, fidgeting with the small charms. the one he gave you last year on your birthday. your chest tightened as the metal pressed into your skin, grounding you in a reality you didn’t want to face. “i trusted you.” you said quietly, your voice trembling now for a different reason. “i trusted you with people’s lives… with mine.” you muttered out barely above a whisper. “i would never hurt anyone.” he said quickly, stepping closer despite everything, like he needed you to believe that more than he needed air. “i would never let anything happen to a patient- or you. i swear. i’m careful, i check everything twice. i-” his voice faltered, cracking again as his hands dropped uselessly to his sides. “i know how it sounds, okay? i know i messed up, i know this is, this is bad. i just-” he sucked in a sharp breath, his composure finally starting to fracture. “i didn’t know how to stop.”

you crossed the room quickly, putting distance between you and him — before you said, or did something you couldn't take back. no matter how angry or overwhelmed you felt, he was still your best friend. he always had been. and that made everything harder, because you cared about him more than almost anything else in your life. your fingers fidgeted with the charms on your bracelet, the soft sounds of clinking as you stared out of the slightly opened blinds into the busy ed. you didn't hear him move at first, but suddenly he was there. close enough that you could feel his presence before you even looked. his hand slid over yours. you flinched, your breath catching as your eyes snapped up at his. for a second, you thought about pulling away, about saying something — but before you could his fingers closed around yours. he squeezed your hand, firm yet careful as he ran his fingers over your knuckles. he did this sometimes, when things went wrong. after losing a patient, after a brutal shift that drained everything out of him, after robby tore into him for something he couldn't fix. in those moments, he didn't need words, just this. and every single time he would go to you. because no matter how bad things got, he always had you, and you always had him.

a tear broke free before he could stop it, his expression crumpling as he tried to pull himself together. “i’m sorry,” he said, the words catching in his throat. “i’m so sorry. i kept thinking i’d tell you, i really did — but every time i got close, i just… froze.” your fingers tightened around his, not pulling away, not letting him either. “you should’ve come to me.” you said, the hurt slipping through despite how carefully you spoke. “from the start. i would’ve stayed — no questions. i would’ve helped you through it. i’m still here, aren’t i?” he nodded, swallowing hard as he wiped at his face, though it did nothing to stop the next tear. “i know. i know i screwed up.” his voice broke, uneven and strained. “i did something i can’t undo, and it’s eating me alive. i never wanted this — i swear i didn’t. i just wanted the pain to stop.” his hand twitched in yours, grip tightening like he was afraid you’d pull away. “and i didn’t want to drag you down with me. you didn’t deserve that. so i lied. i pretended. every day i walked in and acted like i was fine, like everything was under control when it wasn’t.” his breathing stuttered, panic starting to creep in around the edges of his words. “i felt like i was drowning, like i couldn’t get out, like if i didn’t do something i was going to die-”

in an instant your arms were wrapped around his neck hugging him once again. “i’m sorry too. i should have been there. i knew something was wrong and i just ignored it.” his hands found your waist immediately, gripping you like letting go wasn’t an option. like you were the only thing keeping him here right now. he didn’t look away, not for a second. his eyes stayed locked on yours, full of something deeper than words — like you were the only thing in the world that mattered in this moment. “do you know how much you mean to me?” you asked softly tilting your head up at him.

your lips landed softly on top of his. you thought he would push you away, tell you to fuck off, that you shouldn’t have done that. because truly you shouldn’t have done it at all, but instead he deepened the kiss, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer. his wet tongue slipped against yours in unison as he moaned softly. you lifted off of his mouth for a second as you looked down at his scrub pants and then back up to him. before he could react you began suckling and peppering sweet kisses on his neck. his hand ran through your hair as he held you. little moans and whimpers exiting his mouth as your hand untied the draw strings on his scrubs. your hand made its way past his boxers and he exhaled a low moan. “fuck.” you smiled against his neck as you began pumping him. “i told you all you needed was to calm down, and that i would take care of you.” you murmured against his neck still touching him so sweetly. “please- i- i wanna touch you too. wann’ taste you baby. please-” he begged as you brought the pace up of pumping him. you put a hand over his mouth as he began whimpering and moaning uncontrollably. “i just started touching you, are you kidding me?” you said pulling back to look at him in his eyes. “i’m sorry- please it feels so good, you make me feel so good. my god. i’m gonn’ cum already- please-“ he got out in between muffled whimpers through your hand. you kept moving your hand on him, making him whimper like a whining dog. “fuck. you are so pretty. i wann’ touch you.” you brushed your index finger over his flush bottom lip. “just let me take care of you right now.” you said pumping him even faster than before. you put his head against your chest to stifle the moans. he just kept whining over and over again, “please. fuck. oh my god. yes. please.” what came out of his mouth next made you fucking twitch, in more ways then one. “fuck- you touch me better than her. better than she ever has. you make me feel so much better, you always do. please. let me cum. please.” he mumbled against your neck, your fingers dug in his scalp making him yelp out. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, every moment of this you wanted to savor.

he held onto your shoulder to support himself up as he came. “t-thank you-u, oh my- fuck-“ you kept touching him, overstimulating him to the point where he moaned and whimpered sweet nothings in your ear over and over like a prayer. he was twitching uncontrollably as he came down from the high. “jesus- fuck.” he managed to squeak out in a whine. you smiled as he lifted his head up — sweaty and huffing out of breathe, leaning in for a sloppy kiss. his breathe tasted like a mixture of redbull and mint gum — you couldn’t get enough of it. still panting against your mouth, you pull back and look at him. “do you wanna touch me now?” you asked with a smirk as you tilted your head up at him.

it didn’t take him two seconds, and you were already on the gurney. he was on his knees in between your thighs. your scrubs were off, all that was left was your matching lacy blue bra and panties, with that damn bow. it was a true sight to see, even langdon had to sit back and watch for a bit. you leaned forward and tugged his chin towards you. “what do you want to do to me?” you asked, stroking his chin ever so gently. “wann’ touch you. please.” you bit your lip a bit before speaking again. “that’s all?” taking your hand away from his chin, you started sliding your hand up and down your body. his eyes went soft as he watched you caress your body. sliding from your inner thigh, to your tummy, up to your tits — his eyes following every move. “please. please let me touch you. i wanna taste your sweet pussy. please baby. i’ll do anything. i would do anything for you. please.”

you smiled so hard you thought you would pop a blood vessel. “so eager — hmm?” he stood up looking down at you impatiently. “can i take them off?” he asked, signaling to your panties. you sat up and yanked him by his scrub collar, guiding him down to your clothed cunt and giving him a command. “lick.” he looked dumbfounded as he stared at the blue lace in front of him. “b-but your panties-“ he retorted nervously. “if you wanna taste me, take them off with your mouth like a good dog.” and that’s all it took. his teeth gnawed at the top of your panties, tugging them down eagerly. “such a good boy.” you said raking your finger through his scalp. a soft whine came out as he got your panties down to your ankles. flicking them off so now you were left in your bra. you took your straps down slowly and unclipped it, letting it go.

your puffy pink pussy and plump tits were now all on display for him. pretty sure he started drooling at one point. “you are so beautiful.” he said practically speechless as he took the sight in. finally, he knelt back down placing himself between your thighs. he started peppering kisses from your ankle, up to your knee, then to your inner thigh. you leaned back against the rough pillow as both of his hands made their way on your tummy. your legs going over his shoulders as he begin licking your wet nub. “fuckkkkk.” you moaned out cupping your breast with one hand, the other pushing his head deeper. he whined against you as he sucked sloppily up and down. time seemed to stretch; you could feel the tension in your muscles, the heat of his skin under your fingertips, the sudden jerk of his head, and the hitch of his breath as he continued to lick and suck on your clit. suddenly, he took one of his hands off from around your tummy and stuck two fingers in. "jesus- christ." you yelped out, putting your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the relentless stream of sounds that spilled uncontrollably, but each muffled squeak and gasp still escaped, echoing sharply in the quiet er room.

and just like that, the last thread holding you together snapped, and was quietly sent over the edge, your chest tightening with a rush of helplessness. you sat up and watched as he devoured your wet pussy. he kept fingering you as your thighs clenched, tightening around his head. "fuck. i’m cummin’ shit." you moaned as your nails sank deep into his head. your entire body trembled as you slowly drifted back into reality, every nerve still buzzing from the unrelenting high that had consumed you, leaving your breath shallow and mind struggling to catch up with the rush that had only just begun to fade. langdon looked up at you as he took one last long lick and took his fingers out. the air felt thick in your lungs, each breath dragging in ragged and uneven, your skin burned hot and cold all at once, struggling to regain composure.

⚠︎ all content is fictional and intended for older audiences.

in which... you and your pervy best friend get a little too wasted at a party. why would carpooling home be such a big issue?

contains... forced proximity, mutual grinding, mutual orgasm, fingering, slight voyuerism and exhibitionist, almost getting caught?

side note: sorry for not posting sooner!!! writers block gmfu💔

you and rafe were at a party. he stood across the room, taking slow, occasional sips of his beer. though he was talking with one of his friends, his gaze kept drifting back to you. you were sprawled on a couch with topper seated right beside you; both of you were drunk after two or three hours of being at the party. “yo, bro, remember when-” topper started to ramble, but he was cut off when someone came sprinting into the house. “COPS!” a random voice shouted as sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder by the second. panic erupted instantly. topper grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd as people rushed for every exit. “no, top, wait for rafe-” you protested, trying to break free from his grip. “we’ll find him, just chill out.” topper slurred, stumbling as he forced his way outside, dragging you behind him. once you made it out, he didn’t slow down. he wasn’t looking for rafe, he was heading straight for his car. that’s when you spotted rafe already moving toward you, his eyes dark, jaw clenched, fury written all over his face as he locked onto topper’s grip on you. “let go, top.” you mumbled, wrenching yourself free from his hold.

rafe had barely reached you when he nudged topper in the side, sending him stumbling before he collapsed into the grass. “asshole!” topper muttered through his laughter, sprawled across the green blades that were beginning to glow under the flashing lights of the approaching cops in the driveway. rafe tugged you toward him, his hand immediately finding yours as he pulled you down the sidewalk. “how are we getting home?” you whispered, struggling to keep up with his quick pace along the concrete path. you glanced over at him just as he looked at you, then turned his attention back ahead. “kelce said he could take us, since we obviously aren’t going with topper.” he muttered, stumbling slightly as he missed a step. you quickly grabbed him, barely managing to hold him upright while keeping your own balance. “rafe, watch it.” you blurted, helping him steady himself. “you know I’m wasted too. where even is kelce?” you asked, looking up at him. “his car’s at the neighbor’s house.” he replied immediately, pointing toward where it was parked.

in just a few strides, you reached kelce’s car. rafe knocked sharply on the window, and kelce rolled it down, already avoiding his gaze. “listen, rafe, don’t be mad, okay?” kelce said hesitantly. “spit it out.” rafe replied, still gripping your hand as you both stood there like deer in headlights. “there’s no more room. i’ve got a full car-” before kelce could even finish, rafe cut him off. ”we’ll make it work.” rafe cut in. “you owe me, kelce. you promised. you promised.” kelce threw his head back with a groan, sighing in defeat. “fine. fine!” he muttered, turning to argue with the other passengers before finally facing you again. “so… another tiny thing came up.” kelce said as he tried to not make rafe more angry. “jesus christ, kelce, i swear-” Rafe snapped, looking ready to strangle him. “there’s one seat.” kelce blurted, cutting straight through Rafe’s anger. you looked up at Rafe, uncertainty tightening your chest, but he didn’t hesitate. he guided you to the back door, opened it, and climbed in, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap.

immediately, when kelce pulled out of the neighbor’s driveway, you knew it was going to be a long drive. there were three other people in the car besides you, rafe and kelce included. a girl with curly brown hair and a pink halter top sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at you and rafe, but mostly keeping her eyes on kelce. a blonde girl sat directly beside you, while a tall, slender guy with brown hair was positioned behind the passenger seat, next to her. rafe’s hands stayed wrapped around your hips in a protective hold. your back was pressed against his chest, and you could feel the steady warmth of his breath against your neck.

from the amount of alcohol and the blunt that topper had continuously passed between you at the party, you thought you were in heaven. rafe shifted in the seat slightly and that’s when you felt it, and you knew he felt it too. you could feel his bulge pressing against you, the shorts you were wearing didn’t help. you moved a bit against him because it felt good, why wouldn’t you? rafe’s hands moved from your hips to your waist halting your movements. “stop.” he weakly whispered in your ear, so only you could hear. he held you in place as you looked around the car, everyone minding their own business, the muffled music from the radio flooding the space. you glanced back down at your lap, his left hand held you in place as his right hand was playing with the tie from your shorts. he tried to distract himself, it was eating at him, being this close to you, in this car, with these people he didn’t know.

you were shy, but when you were drunk, it got messy. rafe knew that, because he was the same way. you started moving again, just going back and forth. he was going crazy, his hands were still wrapped around you, but this time he didn’t stop you. he muttered small sounds in your ear, you were enjoying every second of this. you bit your lip to hold back any noise that was trying to escape. rough yet sweetly, you kept moving against him. a whole minute, he was practically panting in your ear. then, suddenly, when it started to get so good, you stopped, out of nowhere. he sighed out, putting his head on your shoulder. “god fuck-“ he cursed softly against your neck. you smiled as you steadily began to regain your composure. you didn’t realize, but throughout that whole minute, rafe’s right hand had been gripping your thigh. his grip was harsh, his knuckles beginning to turn white from the pressure. “i need to touch you.” he spoke softly, his lips against your neck.

you looked around at everyone. the girl with curly hair in the front seat stared out the window, lost in thought. the girl beside you had her head resting on the guy’s shoulder, and he looked fast asleep. you squeezed rafe’s hand, signaling that he was in the clear to do whatever he wanted. he looked around at the other people including kelce then dipped his hands into your shorts. you threw your head back against his chest, gripping one of his thighs for stability. his other hand came up to cover your mouth as he started to touch your wet slit. “holy shit you’re fucking wet.” he muttered so softly only you could hear. you involuntarily moved your hips on his fingers, craving more, needing more. “you little fucking whore.” he smirked whispering in your ear as he kept pummeling your pussy. “you’ve wanted this all night, hell probably months, years?” he kept yapping in your ear like an excited puppy, and he wanted more too. he stuck his fingers in your mouth. “suck” he commanded in your ear, and you did just that. small sounds would erupt every once in a while, but none that would make anyone suspect anything. hell, you were surprised you hadn’t got caught yet. it was so hot, all of it, every last bit of it.

⚠︎ all content is fictional and intended for older audiences.

in which... your pervy best friend does something you never expected.

contains... accidental consumption of weed, voyuerism, non-consensual masturbation in proximity, panties kink, mutual masturbation

side note: sorry for the long intro! read till the end and lmk what you think <3

you and rafe have been best friends since freshman year of highschool. you guys have been inseparable, ever since meeting, you have been through everything together. now, you were in college, at least, you were. rafe was... well his situation is complicated. one day after your classes were over you called rafe. "can you come pick me up?" you asked sweetly. "of course doll." rafe responded with a smirk on his face, you could hear it through the phone, like always. you walked to the front of your campus and waited. you didn't get a dorm to save money and you didn't have a car, so your sister or rafe would come get you occasionally. finally, he showed up in his black range rover. he got out of the car and ran up to you, picking you up by the waist and swinging you around. you yelped softly and wrapped your arms around his neck. "rafe..." you whispered softly. "i missed you so much. you smell so good." he said muffled as he inhaled your scent, nuzzling his face into your neck. you smiled down at him, "rafe i saw you two days ago." you said laughing a little. "exactly, too long." he muffled out again smiling against your neck. he let you down and took your bag, then opened the passenger door. you hopped in, he handed you your bag then shut the door. he came around the other side, got in and started the car.

the first half of the car ride was pretty quiet, then you spoke up. "what if we have a sleepover at your house?" you asked softly. he hummed softly back, "sleepover with my favorite girl? sounds perfect." he said looking over at you with a smile. you were flushed and smiled back at him, then tucked some hair behind your ear. rafe would always say stuff like that to you. Compliment you, say how smart you are, praise you, and he always would call you pet names. you snapped back to reality and looked out of the car window. but before you knew it, you had already arrived at his house. he pulled in the driveway, stopped the car and looked over at you. "ready?" you nodded and both got out of the car. rafe opened the garage door and you walked in first, as he followed right behind. you walked into the kitchen and saw wheezie. "hey." she said smiling as she sat at the bar. you smiled back, "hey wheeze." you said ruffling her hair. rafe walked past you and his sister into the living room. "come on lets go find a movie." rafe said as he made his way upstairs to his room. you mouthed "sorry" to wheezie and she smiled nodding. you ran upstairs after him, walking down the hallway to his room and walking in. he was on his bed, sitting on the end scrolling through netflix trying to find a good movie. you admired him from a far when he finally spoke up, "are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna help me pick a movie?" he said still facing the tv. you got flushed almost instantly, slinging your bag onto his floor, walking to the bed and slouching down. "can't you find one?" you whined out. he sighed out and looked back at you, splayed out on his bed. "of course princess, i always have to do everything." he said sarcastically turning back to face the tv. "rafe, that's not what i meant." you said sticking you head up at him. "i know, i was joking." he said laughing. you sat up and nudged him in the back. he turned his head back around once again to face you. "why don't you go change and get comfy? i'll get the snacks." he said as he looked you in the eyes. you nodded and sprung up running over to his closet. he watched as you rummaged through his shirts until you found the one liked the most. you then walked over to his bathroom and started to change. he watched you, not trying to hide it either. you faced the mirror and took your shirt off so now you were left in your bra and pants. "really perv?" you said making eye contact with him in the mirror as you covered your chest with a red face. he smirked, "my bad, i'll go grab the snacks." he said, remaining eye contact with you as he walked out of his room. you shook your head, trying to shake certain thoughts out of your head. you took your bra off then slipped your pants and panties off. you always slept with just a shirt on at his place, you were comfortable with rafe and knew he would never do something to you. you threw his shirt over your head and fixed your hair up. then you grabbed your clothes and put them next to your bag on the floor. you went and grabbed the tv remote, standing in front of his tv as you looked for a movie, since he never found or picked one. rafe eventually got all the snacks and brought them up to his room. he stopped at his door frame when he saw you standing at the end of his bed in just his shirt, which was oversized on you. he shook his head and sat the snacks and drinks on his night stand. "find a movie yet doll?" he said as he walked over to his closet grabbing some grey shorts. "ummm wanna watch the conjuring? i haven't watched it in awhile." you explained as he took his shirt off and pants off he was wearing. you looked over at him then looked back at the tv, your face going red in the process. "and i'm the perv?" he uttered as he chuckled. you shook your head as you kept looking at the tv, "i was in the bathroom and you were watching me." you responded with a nervous voice. he put his grey shorts on, "what's the difference?" he remarked with a chuckle, walking over to you.

"so, this movie..." you muttered trying to change the subject as you walked over to his bed, getting under the covers. he smirked and got into bed next to you. "get this movie started princess." he said as he reached an arm behind you, grabbing a bowl of popcorn from his nightstand. you nodded and pressed play, the intro to the movie beginning to play. you reached over and snatched some gummies he had grabbed. you ate 3 or 4 and soon realized it was rafe's weed gummies he always kept on his night stand. "shit" you muttered quietly as you looked down at the package of gummies, there was now only 2 left in the baggy. you looked over at rafe and he was still watching the movie as he ate the popcorn. "rafe." you whispered so quiet he didn't even hear you. "rafe." you whispered louder and he finally looked over at you. "what princess, something wrong?” he responded as he focused onto you. you hesitated for a second, opening your mouth and not responding. you eventually spit it out, "i accidentally took some of your weed gummies and i didn't realize. and i have never taken this many before. rafe-" you explained, your breathing was uneven, and your heartbeat began to increase as you started to panic. you were about to apologize when he cut you off. "it's okay baby, you didn't mean too just calm down, everything will be okay. if anything, you will just fall asleep quicker." he reassured you as he wrapped an arm around you, hugging you. you hugged him back and then he let you go. "it's just weed." he said nonchalantly as he booped your nose. you smiled a little nodding your head and put your head onto his shoulder as you cuddled up to him. he wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your arm, soothing you.

before you knew it, you were knocked out. the entire night was a blur, you were constantly in and out of sleep. at one point, you flipped over on your tummy and accidentally put your hand onto rafe's chest. what you didn't know was that rafe was still awake, and what you did pushed him over the edge. he watched you sleep on your tummy and you had thrown the covers off of you at some point. his shirt you were wearing, was ridden up just enough were he could see the tip of your ass. he couldn't take it anymore. he had to do something. he slowly removed your hand from his chest and got up. he walked over to your pile of clothes next to your bag, and grabbed your panties. he walked back over to the bed and got in, covering himself up with the covers. he pulled his shorts and boxers down. his cock sprung out hitting his chest, a small sound escaping him as it did. he started to stroke himself, up and down. his head fell back against the wall, his mouth agape and his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to stay quiet. in his free hand he held your panties, which he stuffed into his mouth. he began to rapidly move his hand faster, causing muffled moans to break through the barrier of your panties in his mouth. he curled his finger around it, teasing the tip, his thighs involuntary twitching. drool started to run down his mouth as he rubbed faster. muffled whines and whimpers fell out of his mouth, one by one. his whole body shuddering, his thighs trembling as he continues to touch himself. you, unbeknownst to him, rubbed your eyes as you sat up from laying on your tummy. you fluttered your eyes, refocusing your sight on him, hearing all of the little sounds, whines, moans, and whimpers that were coming from him. just the sight of him, his head thrown back against the wall, his back was arched, and he had your panties in his mouth. you were speechless, your mouth opened in shock, and there was also a ton of weed in your system you forgot about, that you quickly felt settle in. you clenched your thighs together as you watched him, trying to hold back, but that doesn't help. your breathing increasing as you reach down in between your thighs and start to touch your already wet cunt. you cover your mouth as you continue to play with yourself, watching your best friend get off right next to you. your mind is running a million miles per second. "why is he doing that?" "why are my panties in his mouth?" "why did i wake up wet?" you continue to listen and watch, his muffled whimpers as he strokes his cock. you bite your fingers to conceal the sounds from coming out of you. unfortunately, your tactic falters, and he snaps his head up looking at you in absolute shock. he kept touching himself, and so did you. you stuck another finger in, causing you to throw your head back. you rapidly fingered your cunt as rafe watched you. he took your panties out of his mouth, "take your fingers out." he demanded looking up over at you. your head snapped down as you made eye contact with him. you slowly took them out while he took his free hand and stuck two fingers deep inside your wet pussy. you gripped onto his thigh as you almost flung forward, letting out a loud gasp as you were taken off guard. "touch me." he whimpered as he continued to pummel your slit with his two fingers. you bent down a bit, wrapping an arm around his neck, while the other one started to stroke his wet cock. you nuzzled your face into his neck, muffling your moans. he whined as he felt himself on the edge, he’s seconds away from losing it, and you can tell. you grab your panties and wrap them around his cock, as he arches off of the bed and lets out the most deafening moan. you don't stop touching him. not right away. you keep stroking him until he's whining, flinching, panting through the overstimulation. he reaches up with his free hand and holds the back of your head as every last bit of cum comes out onto your panties. his mouth is still open, as he continues to finish you off.

every time his fingers enter in and out of you, a muffled whine or moan slips out. you take your hand off his cock and grip his hair instead. you keep one hand around his neck, the other running fingers through his hair. you were right on the edge, and just like him, you arch your back. he slipped his free hand down your back and held you, as he hastily fingered you, until you finally came. when you did, a straggled, loud, muffled moan came out against him. both of your breathing was uneven, you pulled back to look at him, rubbing the drool off of his mouth, then kissing him, wet and sloppy. you pulled back and looked at him, your faces inches apart, his fingers were still inside you. he watched your reaction as he pulled them out, you bit your lip, holding back a moan as you closed your eyes. he licked your wetness off of his fingers and you kept your arms wrapped around his neck as you put your head on his chest. he moved your panties off of his cock and onto his other night stand, pulling his boxers and shorts back up. he pulled you over onto him so you were straddling him now. he held you against him as one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other ran through your hair.