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Lerofey ⚡︎ 18teen ⚡︎ blk ⚡︎ she/him

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Your knee bounces anxiously as your eyes glance at the clock then back down at the coffee table, an assortment of papers inside of a folder.. divorce papers.

You glance at your phone, screen dark.. staring at your reflection you examine the paleness in your face, the faint marks of shedded tears— the sight causes you to rub your eyes, thin multicolored swirls blur your vision.. you rub harder— deeper. Then you flitch from the sudden noise of keys jingling.

“I’m home!” Gojo opens the door, a big bouquet of flowers rest in his arms, that toothy smile on his face as his dimples squint alongside his eyes, he puts his arms out, hands making a grabbing motion.. you smile at the gesture and stand up, carefully walking up to him as you wrap your arms around him.. his hugs were always comforting, from that faint wood scent from his overly expensive cologne, to the tightness and warmth his body provided.

You shake your head, holding back tears as you gently push him away.. his eyebrow raises and his smile falters a bit.

“What’s .. up?” He looks at the torn expression on your face, the glossy eyes, trembling hands.. he reaches out to touch them, but you retract away.

His smile finally fades completely, a more worried expression rest on his lips as he looks over at the table, at the folder.

“Gojo.. I..” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trying desperately to get the words out.

“I..” you glance up at him, his eyes wide and brows furrowed.. he always wears this look when he’s becoming impatient.. but it was such a rare sight to see.

“It’s..” you let out a shakey sigh, seemingly taking all of the air out your lungs. “I think, we should get.. a divorce.” The words make the air feel heavy.. the silence unbearable as a slight ringing fills your ears.

You feel his hand rest on your shoulder, his palm gliding across from your shoulder down to your arm.. you look up at him, eyes wider than before with a forced smile on his face— his expression seems distant, like the words he heard weren’t real..

“Let’s just.. sit down.. what’d you cook for dinner?” He removes his hand, walking towards the couch as he places the flowers into an empty glass vase he got you for birthday.

You turn and face at him, “Gojo.. listen I..”

“No! It’s okay.. this is just a joke I know..” he laughs, sitting down on the couch.. he brushes his hair out his face with his fingers, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Gojo. This is.. something serious.! It’s something I’ve.. decided on.” You say.

“You?” His voice falling a few octaves down. “A divorce is a mutual decision.! You don’t just get to decide this out of— of.. nowhere! For what reason.?!” He rambles, his eyes looking at you for an answer, wanting, needing, an answer.

You fumble with your fingers, pressing your thumbs against each other as you leave him kept in the dark.. then you say it, the thing that’s led to this moment, from the day you both met, to the marriage, to.. everything.

“I’m not.. him. Gojo..”

“What.? What do you …” he cuts himself off, at first a loud chuckle leaves his mouth.. he looks away and then down, then back at you.

“Are you.. seriously using your dead brother as an excuse for our divorce.?” He mumbles.

Your heart sinks once you hear the words, finally realizing how heavy the gravity of this situation is— but also at the disrespect of Gojo wanting to act clueless to the situation.

“How dare.. how dare you assume that.?! Gojo you know exactly what i’m talking about!” Your voice trembles, you and Gojo never once shouted at each other once.. and nothing was gonna change that.. or so that’s what you assumed.

“That’s exactly what you’re saying!” He shouts, standing up and tossing his hands up. Instead of flinching from the sudden rise in his voice, anger bubbles inside of your chest, rises to your throat and poisons your words.

“You think I don’t know Gojo? You think I didn’t know? You were in love with my brother. It was painfully obvious!” You shout back, he flinches at your words, the sudden flare of anger on his face dissipates into something else..

“i’m not.. dumb Gojo..I ..” your throat tightens, you quickly wipe away the unshedded tears and continue “I could see it.. in the way you looked at him.. you never dared to look at me that way!” You pound your palm on your chest, voice raising louder and louder, words crushing him more and more, “you never wanted me for me Gojo! You wanted me for him!”

Without realizing, hot streams of tears fall to your chin.. but this doesn’t stop you. “You.. you can’t even fucking say it can you? Say you didn’t want me because of him.”

He stands there, his fist clenched and eyes focused on something else that isn’t you.

“Say it Gojo! Fucking say it!” You shout— only to be met with a shake of his head.. a tremble of his voice. “I don’t.. know..-“

“I was mourning y/n.. and you just .. happened to be there.. and you looked..” he stops himself once his eyes meet yours, when he’s able to see the pain in your scrunched face .. the way your brows beg for an explanation, lip trembling, and body frozen still.

“But.! But I loved you y/n.. I’ve always loved you..” he begins to walk up to you.. you back away and frantically shake your head.

“So it was .. it was all lies? Everything was..” you can feel your breathing intensify.. vision blurry as you try to make sense of anything.. “I didn’t.. mistake it.. when you said his name .. instead of mine..? When we had sex for the first time.. did I.?”

He stops moving, his arms stuck in the position of wanting to grab you and hold you close, engulf you in the intoxicating warmth.. he doesn’t say anything once again.. he hesitates.

“I..” he mumbles, “it was a .. mistake.”

And the rubber band snaps, the recoil smacking you dead in the face, to reality.

“You never.. loved me.. did you.?”

“No. no! I loved you! I love you so-

“You never, fucking loved me. You loved the thought of me being exactly like my brother.. you loved it so much you married me not even a year after his death, and drug this stupid marriage for years Gojo, years! Years of my life I .. I can’t get back..!” You grip onto your chest.. you wanna rip your heart out, die right here on the spot and just forget everything.. so much built up anger and sadness, regret and betrayal.. but most of all, jealousy.

How could you not be jealous? For eight years you’ve been used to be the memory of someone else.. you thought you would’ve been okay with it, that as long as Gojo stayed with you.. maybe, just maybe you could’ve overshadowed Geto.. but for eight years.. eight fucking years..

The thought causes you to choke on your tears, your hand covering your mouth as your shoulders tense up.. loud sobs cause your chest to tighten.. and he just stands there, a few tears running down his face.. he walks up to you and gets down on his knees, his hands your waist as he looks up at you.

“I’ve always.. loved you y/n.. nothing and nobody could change that.. I know you’re not him and I’ve come to terms with that.! I don’t want you because of him.. I want .. you..” he whispers.

“Then..- do.. do you .. love him.?” You whisper.

He stares at you.. and that hesitation answers all of your questions.

You let out a laugh, it sets him back and you stare down at him.

“You’re just as pathetic as the day he died..” you mumble, more of a blurt, your words working before your mind, because immediately after.. you slap your hand over your mouth to reframe anymore of those venomous words to leave.

You can see the hurt flash across his face, but he continues to stay on his knees, shaking his head as tears flow down, “you don’t mean it.. I know.. I know you don’t..” his voice trembles.. you can’t take it, you’ve hurt him enough.

You shake your head and snatch yourself away, turning to the front door as your hand rest on the handle.

“Those papers.. need to be signed .. by tonight.. and your stuff.. needs to be..” you grip onto the handle, finally opening the door, “you need to be gone.” And you walk out.. not turning back once to get a final glance at him.. then the door shuts.

Pairing ; Poc’News reporter’femreader x Cultist leader Geto

·˚ ༘ 𝓢ummary ; An interview of a member in a known cult, turns to you finding yourself with a unknown stalker .. that is until they make themselves known, and who would’ve guessed the leader of the cult? Suguru Geto.

Personal notes ; n/a

·˚ ༘ 𝓒ontent ; MDNI, switch’reader, switch’geto, mat!ing press, p in v, reader and Geto are cocky, and mentions of stalking, 3k word count.

Ding dong.

Your head lifts, turning towards the door as your shoulder presses the phone closer to your ear—placing a box full of dishes on the ground.

“Hey, I thought you said you weren’t coming until later?” You say to shoko who’s on the other end of the phone.

“Uhh, yeah i’m not?” She responds.

“maybe its a package-“ you mumble to yourself, “ —hey, I’ll call you back later..” you hang up the phone, placing it face down on the counter as you slowly make your way to the front door.. the only reason this was unusual is because you just moved here, you’ve only introduced yourself to the old lady across the street, maybe it’s her?

You glance over to your pistol holder that’s snug between the couch, something you keep just in case .. hopefully not needing for this circumstance.

You open the door slowly— only to be met with the noises of nature.. birds chirping and a slight breeze whistling in the air. Your eyes examine the emptiness.. you open the screen door and step onto the porch, almost slipping as you catch yourself.

“Shit!” You exclaim, a loud groan leaving your mouth as you look down at your feet, your eyebrow perks up.. a folder?..

You take one more look around, eyes searching for any type of defect that’ll hint to whoever left this.. folder, in front of your porch.. a loud noise echos through the quiet neighborhood, snapping your attention towards it— your head immediately follows.

Only to see your neighbor.. the sweet old lady who first showed you around and the only person you know, who seemingly dropped something.. she looks to your direction and waves her hand— too far to understand what she’s saying you just wave and smile back.

You let out a sigh, turning your attention back to this folder, picking it up and walking back in the house, sparing one more glance at the neighborhood.

“Maybe i’m just paranoid..” you whisper to yourself, closing the door behind you with a soft clack.

“And it was .. just on the porch?” Shoko asks. You have her pressed against your ear again, sitting on the couch with the your legs propped up onto the coffee table, a lit cigarette resting between your lips as you stare at the folder.

“Yeah.. but i’m like, used to this bullshit..” you sit up,“being a news reporter, it becomes one of the perks.. stalkers.” You take a deep inhale, the toxins filling your lungs as you exhale them into the air.

“Well..” she huffs through the phone,“just open it Whatever it is you can easily just report to the police ..”

“Hm..” you shrug and put the cigarette in its holder— the folder feels light, which isn’t unusual .. but on the outside it seems thicker at the bottom.. you open it and pour out the sheets of paper that splay against your table.

Your heart sinks for a good minute, you fall quiet and a light ringing fills your ears.. you snap back when you hear Shoko ask, “well, what is it?”

For a moment you just sit there and stare at the haunting photos of you.. varying from pictures of you working, to pictures of you moving boxes into your house, and even a photo of you .. showering.

“Well..” you exhale, “it’s definitely .. something.” you slide off the couch to get a better look at the photos, spreading them out on the table.

“That’s very vague ..” she says.

“It’s photos of me..”

She goes quiet on the line, you pay no attention as you examine the pictures more, in red ink there’s little numbers on them, dates to be exact. They seem familiar so scroll through your phone , searching through your schedules to see what you were doing on these days.

“Dude.. this is some sick shit. Report this to your supervisor or something?!” She exclaims, you turn the volume down on your phone so she won’t distract you

as you keep searching, then you find it.

You look at the photos and then the article, the numbers coincide to the exact date of when you went to report this well known cult, you automatically assume this is their way of “scaring” you.

You sit the phone down on the ground and continue to stare at the photos, one catches your eyes with something on the back of it.. you pick it up and flip it around, your eyes widen and the corner of your lip twitches, written in bold letters is “cant wait to see you, ms reporter.”

You let out a low laugh, in which you faintly hear Shoko asking “whats funny?”

“Nothing .. nothing..I’ll just call you back.” You hang up the phone before she can continue nagging you about having to report this issue, like you stated before, you’re used to this type of stuff, so the only solution? Take the problem head on of course.

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Your car comes to a halt as you look around the area, you remember coming here but it seems a little different, maybe it’s the gloomy atmosphere mixed with the rain that’s making it seem more ominous.. you step out of the car and look around, you catch a hooded figure standing near an alley way with an open umbrella, they begin to make their way towards you.

“Y/n? We’ve been expecting you.. Master Geto said we had a special guest today!” They say, for some reason they have on a black blindfold, but you pay no mind to their looks, rather the words they’ve just said.

“Expecting me? Hah..” you cough out a sarcastic laugh, fucking psychos, you think.

“I’m not one to keep anyone waiting, so please.. show the way.” you smile— the hooded figure nods and begins to guide you the alleyway..

You arrive at a gate, a broad gate that looks way different than when you first reported here, must’ve upgraded; you laugh inside your head, you and the hoodie figure stand in front of the gate for a good minute until the heavy doors begin to drag open, a loud rumble filling the atmosphere..

Beyond the open doors is a building that contrasts heavily from the modern building, to the material that the buildings are constructed with, to raised floors with sliding screen doors that kids leave from.. all organized in a single file line, small lakes that people hover over.. it almost seems as if this place is a village .. it’s astonishing almost, but alarming as well.

You turn back and look through the alley, you could just make a run for it and report all of this to the police.. but he made this a personal thing by stalking you. So you turn your head back towards the figure whose head is nodding you towards the entrance of a small building with a tiled roof and clutch your purse closer to you, a nervous tingle feels your body as you look at the building, seemingly where your stalker lies.

You let out a huff and begin to follow the figure.. the loud drag of the doors behind you shutting with a loud thud.

“This is as far as I can go..” the figure closes the umbrella and bows, “please, when you enter, Master Geto would appreciate it if you leave your shoes at the door..”

“Right..” you look at them and then the door, “but where specifically am I going?” You ask.

“You keep walking down the hallway and turn left, and there.. he will be waiting for you..”

“thank you..” you bow to the person and place your hand on the door handle, pulling, as it slides open. Your then met with a long hallway, warm lighting engulfs you as you enter the building.. the rain outside sounding eerily peaceful from the inside.. your heels click against the wooden floor as you continue to walk..

It’s quiet when you reach another door, the dim lights that assume are candles shine through the sheer paper that covered the wooden door frames.. you let out a sigh and dig into your pocket, a light click from the recording device inside to indicate it’s on.

You slide the door open and see the man on his side on top of a mat, his attention focused on a book as his hair covered his face, long silky black that showed slight reflections from the candle light— for a moment you just sit there and stare, you couldn’t lie to yourself and say he wasn’t beautiful as he tucked his hair behind his ear to reveal such a relaxed expression.. but you came here on a mission, not to admire some crazed man.

You clear your throat loudly, he doesn’t look up.. just closes his book and rest his cheek on his balled fist, then he looks at you.. his moon-lids low and alluring as his eyes gloss over you.

“I hope I didn’t come at a bad moment, but considering you’ve been expecting me.. i’m sure this is the right moment.” You step into the room and shut the door behind you, carefully peeling your heels off as you place your purse next to them.

He doesn’t speak nor move, just stares.. his eyes devouring you piece by piece like a beast.. it seems by looks alone your something he’s desired.

He then lets out a sigh, sitting up and sitting with his legs crossed, “why don’t you take a seat?” He says, his arm stretching to a mat across the table from him.

You walk over to the mat and sit down with your legs crossed as well, you look at the table and notice a small tea set.. you sit and watch him begin to pour you a cup.

“I’m sure you already know who I am.. given you came and interviewed one of my members a few months ago?” He finish pouring and slides the small teacup towards you.. you glance at it but keep your eyes on him.

“Yes.. but i’m not here for that. I’m he-

“Oh.. I know why you’re here, no need to explain. I invited you here after all..” he places the teapot down and brings his own tea cup to his lips, taking a small sip as his unwavering gaze stays on you.

“Then you should know I could easily report you to the police. Stalking isn’t taken very lightly in this day and age.” You don’t bother to even touch the cup he pushed towards you..

He finishes his own and places it on the table, “go ahead, drink.. I sure hope you don’t think it’s poisoned?” He laughs, you stare.

Your eyes lower and your jaw clenches ever so slightly, it’s irritating how calm and nonchalant he is.. with the way this conversation is going, you won’t have even an ounce of evidence to use.

“I wonder, why would someone drop out from an all elite school known for upbringing the best sorcerers in the city.. to start some cult.” you bring the teacup to your lips and notice a slight twitch in that sickeningly sweet smile.. and it causes your own lips to turn upwards.

“I’m sure you’re a smart woman, there’s no need for me to explain any of this to you..”

“Then why bring me here. I have no interest in joining such a psychotic thing.. if you really want something from me, I can give you a one way ticket to the nearest island to isolate yourself instead of putting others in danger.” You aggressively place the cup down.. the room filling with silence as you both continue to stare at each other.. you watch as his eyes linger at the way your neck moves whenever you swallow.. it makes you.. nervous.

He brings his hands together and just smiles, “I just want to help you.. as said you know what school I left but you don’t know why.. yet i’m sure your curious of to why they haven’t executed the student that withholds a curse bigger than himself.. Yuta Okkotsu.”

You let out a hum as your eyebrow raises, “I see you’ve done your own digging. But I was told it was a dead end and the higher ups at the school wouldn’t allow any further investigation.”

“but that’s why i’m here..” his smirk only grows further, “it’s not like I have a grudge against the kid or the school.. I just want a peaceful world.. a world where everyone doesn’t need to worry about such simple things as curses.”

“And why do you think, I would take this?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” He places his clasped hands on the table and leans closer to you, “I know on the surface you wanna be seen as a good reporter. But deep down, you’re just as selfish as the people you report.”

“Hah..” your jaw tightens more, “you know if you want someone to be on your side, being an asshole isn’t the way.”

“Then.. what other way can I convince.? Like I said.. you’re a smart woman.. i’m sure..” he leans closer, his breath inches from your face, “you know exactly.. how to play your cards.”

You immediately rise off the mat with your fist clutched , “I don’t know what you take me for, but i’m not like that.” You glare at him and then turn away , stomping your way towards your belongings.

“Will that be enough evidence for your recording?” He says.

You freeze midway from putting your heel on.. “I could report you for unlawful surveillance or wire tapping.. we both could go to jail..—“ he begins to tap the table at a rhythmic pace, “—so do you think walking out that door is worth..” he sucks air through his teeth .. your head slowly creaks towards him as the corner of his lips rise, “— letting this important information just mere inches from the palm of your hands.. slip away?”

“How about I add attempted murder on that list.” You growl through gritted teeth, this gets him excited from the way he gently bites his bottom lip, his eyes watching as you turn to face him completely.

“I wouldn’t mind.. i’m sure it would be a great addition..” he sits back and leans on his hands as his lap seems like a welcoming place..

“All you have to do.. is try to convince me to give you the information.. I won’t force you, not until you stay with your own words that you want this.. that you accept this..”

You glare at him even more intensely, it’s humiliating that you’re even considering this offer.. but this opportunity is a one in a lifetime .. you get to finally expose how jujutsu high treats it’s students, having your own witness front and center, and not only that.. you get to have a taste of him.. your mind can’t deny how attractive he is— even from the small moment of those slender hands, to the way his lashes bat at you, begging for your attention so pathetically .. it makes you wanna show him exactly what he’s getting into.

“Fine.. I will..” you cross your arms and begin to walk towards him, one heel still on your foot as your other pushes the table out the way.. the clattering of teacups rattling— your heel presses firmly against the hardening of his robe.. a sharp inhale escapes his mouth and his hands immediately wrap around your ankle as you continue to press down further and further.

“But just remember.. i’m an innocent news reporter who’s being stalked by a psychopath of a cult leader.. so a murder charge can just be self defense.. think before you try to threaten someone.. Suguru Geto..” you coo, his head rest on your calf as he breathes heavily, immediately beginning to unravel from something so small.. it only fuels the fire inside you even more.

But soon that fire begins to flicker.. the weight of his body against yours is almost suffocating, the loud grunts mixing with the slaps of desire against your skin is almost dulcet, a mating press has never felt more intimate in your life.. the air being knocked out of your lungs and straight into his mouth is addicting .. his arms locked around your body into a tight bear hug..

It leaves you senseless, braindead almost— drool and tears cover your face as you shove your head into the crook of his shoulder.. his pounding is so relentless yet his words are so tender.

“There was a reason why I wanted.- no.. needed you.. you’re just like me..” he breathes, lifting himself as he continues to keep up the unbearable pace, “we’re both fakes.. fakes who want to see it through to the .. hah.. fuck.- the end..- I know you don’t wanna go through it alone..” he smiles, his hand slithering to your chest as he begins to knead your nipple softly.

“Shut.. ah.. shit.. hah.. shut up.. you don’t know anything about.. oh god.. me..” you attempt to snap at him, he leans back down to get a better angle, his cock shoving it’s self snug into you, creating a space for only him—he looks down at you with low dilated eye.. it irritates you, those words he said.. you can’t help the anger that bubbles inside your chest as your hands reach for his neck, the slight gaging escaping his mouth causes a sort of satisfaction from you.

You apply more pressure as his thrusting becomes more erratic, from rougher slaps and deeper grindings, each movement boosted from the current sensation of your hands wrapped around his neck.. it sends you over the edge as well.

“I’m cu—cmm..” you whine, your grip only getting tighter.

“Me.. me too.. agh me..” he groans, his head falling down, hand finding itself under your head.. “kiss me.. I won’t .. come.. until you do..” he breathes against your lips.. you look at him and then them, a smirk falling onto your lips as you snatch him into a sloppy kiss..

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You sit on the couch and play the recording, sadly you got zero evidence to bring him down for the stalking, yet you left with a few folders about Yuta.. you can’t believe you’ve really fallen into his hands.. but it’s what needs to be done..

You fast forward past the part of you both having sex, you forgot to stop recording and eventually it falls quiet given you did pass out through it.. the you hear footsteps.. they get louder until you hear the rustling of your jacket ..

Your eyebrow raises and it goes back quiet .. then you hear a small whisper.

“I’m sure you’re listening to this recording. Maybe wearing that spaghetti strap shirt on.. the one that hangs off your shoulders just right, and those small blue shorts..” the words cause you to sit up and look around, “you want this more than me, i’m sure of it.. so don’t run from it.. it’s just human nature..”

click.

Plus i’m graduating in a week?? Crazy!!! So post will be a litttlllee bit slower!

“And then she walked up and was like, bam! Slap right to the face. And that’s how he got caught cheating.. I literally told him by the way to just break up with her..” Gojo says, pushing his glasses further up against his nose bridge, he sits up on the edge of the bed while throwing his hands up in the air to express his frustration.

You let out a soft laugh as you continue to dap black eyeshadow across your eyelid, “well, that’s just how your brother is..”

“I know, I know! But I swear one day he’ll actually realize that the bad boy act is not attractive at all..” he groans—you let out another snicker and place your brush down, searching for your black lipstick as you hum to the low music playing throughout the dorm.

He glances at you with his arms crossed, his attention fully being focused on you as you slowly glide the black lipstick against your bottom lip.

“You know where trad goth originated from?” He blurts, “it came from the United Kingdom.. can you believe that? The people that get hated on so much for their horrible food came up with something so cool!”

“That’s interesting toru..” you hum, he stands up and pulls an ottoman near you, propping his arms up on the vanity table, his head resting against his palms.

“But honestly, it fits you way more than any other British person.. no shade thouhh..” he giggles, you glance at him as he flashes those light blue braces at you, the cute dimples peering as well.. you smile and grab a tube of eyeliner.

“You know how corny you are?” You snicker, moving closer to the mirror as you focus on making your wing as sharp as you can.

“It’s not being corny, it’s called stating facts! And you know i’m amazing at that..” he sits up and sticks his finger up, doing a silly nerd pose that you see out the corner of your eye, “more so, gothic fashion also came to be from Victorian mourning clothing as well! Imagine this..” he pushes his glasses up, “going to someone’s funeral dressed so flashy that someone takes inspiration from you.. honestly it’s hilarious to think about! Imagine telling someone your inspiration is from a funeral you went to!” He laughs to himself, you join in and finish your other wing.

“That is quite hilarious..” you place your eyeliner down and then look at him as he continues to rant about gothic literature.. you let out a huff and turn your chair to face him.

He notices the way your looking at him as he talks, his ears turning a light red as his words slow down..

“Is there.. something on my face?” He chuckles nervously.

“Hm? Oh.. I was just thinking ..” you stand up and grab a few makeup items.

“About?”

“I wanna try doing the makeup style on you.. you know your face is basically built for modeling..” you smile, he looks away and tilts his head a bit, pondering on the thought.

“It’ll be quick, I’ll do it and then wipe it all off so we can go study in the library , hm?”

“Well..- I never can say no to you..” he smiles nervously.

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“This uh..- this isn’t what I had in mind..!” He whimpers— you sit on top of his lap as he lays down on his back, dapping white foundation across his face.. his hands grip onto the side of the sheets and you can slowly feel his cock rising, but pay no mind.

“Well, it’s the only way I can see..” you mumble, admiring his face closeup, even if it is scrunched up, he’s still so beautiful.. his long lashes, that refined jaw, it’s a shame the other twin is more popular than toru .. but at the same time, it’s perfect because you get him all to yourself .. friends or not .

“Y/n.. are friends.. supposed to do this.?” He slightly opens his eyes, they hang low and so does his jaw.. you sitting here clearly has a massive effect on him.. and you too, it’s hard to deny the feeling of his hard on press against your underwear, or the subtle thrust of his hips he pathetically tries to hide.

“Well.. I usually do this with my friends..” you shrug, you notice the slight pout in his lips and giggle, dapping his closed eye with black eyeshadow, “i’m kidding.. your the only person I’ve ever done this with.. and I think it’s pretty normal..”

“I guess..” he mumbles.. “you know, out of all my friends.. you too, are the only one I’ll ever do this with.. so don’t— don’t think I would do this with anyone else.. okay.?”

Something in you snaps, maybe it’s the way his glossy blue eyes are looking at you so puppy like, or the slight whine in his voice after each sentence, maybe the fact his hands have found their way to your hips.. or it’s just those sweet words he always says ..

“Toru.. you really wanna say that with a girl on top of your lap? And a boner so hard it’s basically ripping through fabric?” You whisper, pushing the makeup aside as your hand rubs the side of his cheek.. in which he leans his head into your hand even more, batting those lashes at you once again.

“But it’s the truth .. you know I’d never lie to you.” He whispers against your hand..

“Fuck toru..” you mumble.. your hips begin to move on their own, you watch as his face gradually grows contorted the harder you press yourself against him.. unlike the other brother, he actually has something to show without having to be such an asshole about it..

“Feels.. so..” he grunts, his hands digging into your waist, pulling you down closer and closer, forcing your body to feel every outline of his cock through his shorts..

“Toru..” you lean down closer to his face, your soft moans coating his lips as his tongue softly glides against his bottom lip.. you press a soft peck against his lips, and he begins to devour you.. a surprisingly good kisser for a virgin.. so good that it draws you to the edge .. his pace begins to quicken as his feet plant themselves into the bed.

The slight creaking of the dorm bed fills the room, alongside the soft slurps as his tongue explores your mouth— makeup supplies and planet themed pillows fall to the ground as the bed creaks more.. your head lifts and you begin to moan louder; his coinciding with yours, just slightly higher..

“Y/n.. y/nn.. i’m so.. clo-.. ah.. it feels so good…” he blabbers..

“Come with me..” you coo, he nods his head frantically as he takes one final thrust.. sparkles fill both of your eyes.. bodies convulsing against each other..

“That felt.. fucking amazing..” he mumbles, then he jolts and you look down at him and raise your eyebrow, a laugh leaving your mouth.

“It must’ve felt that good that you had to cuss..” you giggle, he pouts a little as you pinch his cheek.

“Can you blame me.?”

Pairing ; fem’reader x kenjaku

☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ♱ 𝓢ummary ; After months of your husbands death, you feel like you’ve finally gotten over it.. that is until he arrives on your doorstep— but not the same as before.

personal notes ; THANK YEWW SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!! Another test of exploring darker themes.. this isn’t as “dark” as anything else i’m gonna write, but I just wanted to explore .. comments much appreciated on how we feel about it.

☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ♱ 𝓒ontent ; mentions of self death, Angst with no happy ending, this is not mutual romance between reader and kenjaku.

Your eyes linger into the rearview mirror, hands firm on the steering wheel as you turn your focus back to the road, you glance back at the rearview mirror—the soft snores from nanako and mimiko putting you at ease as your grip loosens on the steering wheel, shoulders slowly falling.

They’re the only thing that keeps you sane, the only thing keeping you together after his death. The thought makes your mouth water and your hands sweaty.. one tap on the wheel, you look back at them in the mirror, another tap, you look back onto the road and stop at the red light, you look back again and you see him.

In his usual spot, in the middle of them both.. his arms cradling his babies, your babies.. you freeze at the sight, gaze lingering at him, his head down with his long black hair like curtains to his unseen face.

You hear a loud and long honk, your body flinches and you stomp on the gas, the car jerks and it wakes nanako up.

“Mommy.?” She whispers, you clear your throat and force a tight lipped smile.

“Yes baby? Go back to sleep.. we’re almost home.. mommy just uhm. Got distracted..” you reassure her, fingers tapping on the steering wheel once again.

She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t really need too, but you can feel her staring at you, you keep that smile because if it falters even a bit, they’ll see how hurt you actually are.. and that’s the last thing you need.

She hums and turns her attention to the window.. you glance at her occasionally, or maybe to catch the sight of him once more.

By the time you pull into the driveway, both of the girls are awake. You get out the car while carrying their bags and your purse as you usher them into the house.

“Make sure you both help each other with your homework while i’m in the shower..” you hand nanako her bag while mimiko takes hers from you arm, they both reply with a chirpy “okay!” And run off into the house.

You stand at the open front door, the messy house that desperately needs cleaning, the unread mail shoved into the tiny mailbox, mostly “get well” letters from family members and friends.. letters you don’t even spare a glance at.. you promised yourself you’d get better, for your daughters at least if not for yourself.

Your body remains still as you stare at the mailbox.. your fingers twitching. You’d read them, you want to.. but it’ll be the same words the same tiring apology’s written in different fonts.

It’s been drowning, is this how Geto felt? The endless struggle of having to force your body to move, to even eat? the tireless nights of working, the constant struggle of smiling? But why was it so hard to notice and why at the last minute?

You can feel your throat beginning to tighten, your hands interlock with each other, nails digging into your knuckles as you restrain your tears, restrain the months of misery, because it’s what he did.. so why can’t you?

“You’ve been standing there for a while..” a familiar voice says.. a voice so recognizable that your body instinctively relaxes for a split second. But then it registers.. it can’t be him, you know it’s not him, maybe it’s another hallucination— so you dare not turn around.

But you let out a breathy sigh, a sigh that takes all of the air out of you.. your head turns first, then your body— it’s unbelievable.. he’s standing there, wearing that black cardigan he always wore when he waited at home, a bouquet of dark red flowers that slightly covered his face, but never covered that welcoming smile he wore.

“Ge..- geto..?” The words come out unprovoked, such a quiet whisper that you don’t even know if he heard you.

“No.. I..- I held you..” you can feel the warm streams of water trailing down your face, your lip quivering like it did when you were a child, crying for any type of attention.. but now, your crying for love, for the love you lost due to your lack of attention.

You tell yourself it’s nothing but an illusion, but the heart always weighs heavier than the mind.

Your legs move first, almost too heavy to lift your foot as you move closer.. his arms open wider and your movement becomes more frantic, your legs picking up the pace as you trip on your heels, but nothing was going to stop you, nothing.

Violent sobs escape your mouth, almost turning into screams as you embrace him once again.. his arms always fit around you perfectly, he’d joke and say they must’ve been meant for you.. but now you can’t help but pathetically believe so.

“I he..held you.! We put.. we put you in a casket— and and..! I..” you stutter, words seemingly like gibberish as they mix with your cries.. your hands searching for his face as you look into his eyes.. your small smile begins to fade.. it feels— different.

He’s wearing such an unnerving smile, the corners of his lips spread wide.. almost like he’s forcing some type of warmth.. your eyes examine him more, the paleness of his once tan skin.. the way you can almost trace his cheekbones and the most noticeable thing, the small marks of something across his forehead.

Before you could mention it, you hear something fall.. you turn around and see nanako and mimiko standing there, tears flowing down their faces as they run to their father.. hugging him tightly alongside you..

You’re a family again.. back to the way things were.. or, so it seemed.

Geto, or so you assume is him, was more odd than usual. In the way he walked and talked, even the slightest habits he had, it was all different..

When he first came into the house, it was nice.. he cleaned up the mess and took care of the girls for you, allowing you to get much needed rest.. but at the middle of the night, you caught him sat up on the bed, staring directly at you with wide eyes.. you paid not much attention given he’d usually have night terrors .. but it seemed..unnatural.

The following week he took care of the girls more and more for you, feeding them, dressing them, the usual stuff he’d do.. and it took a heavy load off you.. you felt more like yourself now that you were able to breathe.. but that unnerving feeling always lingered on your shoulders.

You stood in the kitchen, the girls sat in the living room watching some show.. as usual you were lost in thought.. wondering if your husband had actually come back from the dead. Because you know he was dead, you saw his brains..

—you immediately shut that memory down.

A sharp pain aches through your finger, “shit..-“ you look at your thumb, blood dripping onto the meat and cutting board, “dammit.-“ you whisper.

“What happened?”

You flinch and look at Geto standing there, you didn’t even hear him walking nor do you even know where he came from..

“Uhm.. I just.. cut myself..” you smile wearily.. his eyes glance to your finger, the blood trailing to your knuckles.. he grabs your wrist and smiles.

“We can’t have you hurting yourself, can we? Even if it’s a simple mistake..” he brings your finger to his lips, smearing the blood against his teeth, that unnerving smile appearing again, “you’re too precious to me.. to the girls too.”

You snatch your wrist away, turning to the sink as you turn on the cold water, it stings a bit but it numbs the pain. “It’s fine.. you didn’t have to do that, plus it was just.. just a small cut.” You mumble..

His gaze lingers on you, then you feel his arms wrap around your waist.. your body flinches from the touch..

“Don’t tell me.. you’re scared of me.?” He whispers, his tone haunting as you let down a heavy swallow..

“No.. of course not..” you whisper.

That was the moment you realized, you were fucking terrified of him. Whoever this man was posing as your husband, had to go.. but how? You can’t just simply tell him to leave, the girls would hate you for that— but what else could you do?

You’d chew the skin off your fingers as you’d watch him hug your girls, they didn’t know their father well enough to know this imposter posing as him— but you do, yet you need more proof to know.

You tap the steering wheel as he scrolls on his phone.. you clear your throat and tap the wheel, a weird habit you’ve developed ever since he died.

“I’ve been.. meaning to ask..” you cough out, he turns his phone off and gives you his attention, “uhm.. you know what’s coming up right? I just.. didn’t want to bring it up when the girls were around..”

You stop at a red light and glance at him.. you see him blink multiple times while smiling, “of course .. how could I forget—“ he says, his words coming out slow, like he’s searching for any type of movement on your face for a clue. “Our anniversary?”

Your hands tighten on the wheel, head turning back to the road as you let out a sigh, “i’m glad you remembered..” he lets out a laugh and you join in as well..

You drop him off to this warehouse he’s been working at as a temporary job.. you watch him leave, but then he turns back, your eyebrow raises from the sudden shift.. you roll down your window and watch as he leans closer to your face..

He plants a soft kiss on your cheek, his hand slithering behind your head as it rest on the nape of your neck.. a bit of a tight grip around your neck.. “I love you.. don’t forget that. I’d never forget anything important like that.. so you don’t ever need to ask..” he’d whisper against your skin.

“Of course.. my love..” you smile.. his hand moves away and his eyes lock onto yours for a while, searching for something inside you.. then he backs away.. smiling softly as he walks off.

You drive home and sit in the parking lot, gasping for air as you grip onto your shirt, your hands trembling to the point it feels like your muscles are so tight a vein might explode.. tears flow heavy down your face as thoughts come rushing in, that man isn’t your husband, he isn’t even fucking human. You have proof now, given today is his best friends death anniversary, Geto would never forget that. Maybe that’s when you should’ve noticed his mental declining? When he stopped visiting Gojos grave..

You don’t know what to do or who to call, you need to take the girls and run. Who cares about them hating you, you need to get them somewhere safe.

You attempt to open your glove department, finally unlatching it as you stare at the pistol sitting in it.

Your body freezes, you don’t remember putting that there, you remember throwing it away after Geto.. the words trail off as you feel your stomach swish around, mouth drowning in spit as you shove the door open.. vomit and tears cover the ground as you wheeze for air, nose burning and eyes blurry— your lungs feel drained of air to the point it hurts to breath.

How could he fucking do that? And you know it was nobody but him.. was it punishment for being scared? Did you insult him in some way? Did he find out that you know he isn’t.. him?

You wipe your mouth with your sleeve, teeth grinding against each other as rage overflows the sadness.

You won’t allow anyone to disrespect your husband like this.. human or not, nor will you allow anyone to disrespect you like this, and you’ll make sure of it.

—

“I love you two, so don’t ever forget that, okay?” You stand in front of the girls door as they tuck themselves in, small giggles spill from their lips as they respond back with “we love you too mommy..”

You turn off the light and close the door.. it’s locked from the inside in case anything happens..

You walk into the kitchen, opening the drawers and grabbing the biggest knife you own.. you bring it up to your face, staring into your own reflection against the shiny metal.. the heavy eyebags, color drained from your face .. your grip tightens around the knife. You already prepared everything for the girls in case you go to jail.. you know it’ll crush them. Their father gone “crazy” and taking his own life, while their mother a crazed murder.

But it’s the only way.

You crack the door open slowly, walking up to the bed as you watch Geto sleep peacefully.. it hurts to do this.. you can feel your heart aching, begging you not to do it, because maybe, deep down.. your okay with him being a fake— but sometimes, you heart leads you into the wrong places when your grieving.

You press the knife against his chest, it requires more force than you expect.. a small amount of blood begins to spew from his stomach as you sink the knife deeper.. your eyes blankly staring at his face, watching it contort into discomfort.. then his lip twitches into a smile.. your eyes widen as his open.

“Is this, what you really want?” He says.. you watch as blood begins to trail from the corner of his lips, the knife driving deeper, “you kill me, you’ll only sink deeper and deeper. And you don’t want that.. I know you don’t.”

“Shut.. shut up.” You stutter.

“Being in this humans body, these memories are a lot..” he smiles, “i’m sure you question why he did what he did.. i’m sure you blame yourself.. but why would you? He loved you .. loved the children you both had.. right?” That sick grin grows wider, his words filling your mind that you forget about the knife.. pausing your action.

“What..?”

“This man never loved you.. didn’t love those children you made him have, nor did he love being trapped in such a societal role. He was suffering, and you, my love.. were the reason why.” He laughs, your eyes widen even more as your grip on the knife grows more intense.

“You’re.. lying..” flashes of Geto appear in your sight.. from the moment you both said your vows, to the way he sobbed ugly cries when you announced your pregnancy, even to the smallest things of when you both would sneak to the park during college. You know your husband loved you.. but that lingering thought appears.. why didn’t he tell you he was suffering?

“I can see it on your face, confusion.. betrayal.. you humans are so easy to read.. but even easier to fall into the situation you’re given.” He snatches the knife from your hands, sitting up and getting off the bed, his frame towering yours as he brings the knife up to your neck.

You’re speechless.. your body refuses to move and your words stay stuck in your throat.. you want to scream, tell him he’s lying, but he’s the one inside your husbands body, not you.

“So you’ll be good and just fall into place.. you don’t want the girls to be with no father and mother…” he brings his lips to your ear, “you’ll go and unlock their door.. sit in the bed.. and pretend like nothing.. happened, yes.?”

Your mouth runs dry, but not dry enough as the words weigh heavy, shackles already locking snug around your wrist.. this is your life now, so you just helplessly whimper a soft ..

“Yes..”

pause.. rewind, unpause, zooom..

The corners of your lips rise as you stare at the zoomed video of choso, his head down as his usually high ponytails draped along his shoulder, holding his guitar like it was the most precious thing to him.

Tonight was one of the most important performances for him, he told you his favorite band was there to watch him perform, it was a big opportunity for him because it was a chance for him to expand and get sponsors — sadly you couldn’t be there in person, but that didn’t stop you.

You had the live stream played on all the hung up tvs in your bakery, allowing customers to enjoy the experience of listening to something Choso was very passionate about, a few even asked where it was happening in which of course you give them the directions.

It’s closing time now and you’ve finished cleaning up, about an hour and a half has passed of you just rewatching the live stream. Choso promised he’d come to the bakery as soon as the show was over, but you told him not to rush himself.. which Choso never listens.

A soft jingle fills the empty bakery.

You look up, your eyebrows furrowed as your smile widens, “sorry, we’re closed..” you chuckle.

Choso stands there with his guitar case on his back, hands gripping onto his strap as his chest rose and fell quickly, sweat gliding down his face, he clearly ran here after you told him not too, but who are you to protest?

He walks up to the counter and wipes his forehead, catching his breath and looking down at you with those eyes full of adrenaline.

“Did you watch.?” He breathes, you lean on the counter, head tilted and resting on your palm as you nod, smiling even more.

“Who am I to miss my boyfriend’s performance? I even had it playing in the bakery!” You sit up and watch his face light up, a nervous smile matching the flush on his cheeks.

“But I could’ve sworn I told you, not, to rush here?” You say, he looks away and then down, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well.. I just, got impatient.. I really missed you ..so spare me.?” He looks back at you, his hand finding one of yours as fingers intertwine. He always uses those adorable puppy eyes to get out of any situation, and you always fall for it.

“And you also said.. you had a surprise for me..” He brings your interlocked hands to his lips, planting a soft peck as he whispers against them, “so can you really blame me..?”

Your sweet smile turns into something hidden with a dark desire, at this very moment you want to strip choso of everything.. devour him whole, but you hold back.. you just nod and smile, eyes lowered.

“Yeah.. I do..” You whisper.

“Cho.. you have to stay still..” You mumble, slapping his thigh with your free hand, he jerks and lets out a long whimper, his back arching as he’s clearly struggling to stay still.

“I’m so-sorry.. i’m trying I swear..” He whimpers.

You give him a loving smile, “I know baby, but your doing so good..im almost done I swear…” you coo lightly, wrapping your hands back around the piping bag, focusing back on your canvas, globs of whipped icing cover his toned chest, you slowly draw hearts onto each of his pecs.

“Y/nn.. please I just.. let me move..” He whispers, his hands tied above his head with a cute red ribbon you use to wrap packages, holding him surprisingly well.

You pay him no attention until you feel his hips slowly start to buck inside you, you tried your best to ignore the slight twitches his cock makes against your walls, it’s already overbearing having such a stupidly thick thing inside you, so you slap his thigh again, this time much harder.

“Cho.” You glare at him, and once again he’s wearing that puppy dog look with a weary smile, his eyes glistening and brows furrowed.

“Yes sir..?” He murmurs, eyes focused on yours for a split second until they glance down to your own throbbing cock, precum dripping from the tip down to his belly..

“I know this is agonizing for you and me .. so just.. let me please you.. this isnt really a surprise, more like a punishment! So please..?” He rambles. He isnt wrong, It is agonizing for you, but thats what makes it fun.. it’s like your own punishment for not being able to attend his performance, but it’s also a punishment for him for disobeying you.

You ponder for a bit, eyes looking around the room as your head leans side to side, “hm…” you hum, looking back at him and examining his wide eyes, like he actually thinks your gonna say yes. You snicker at the sight and place the pipping bag to the side.

“Maybe your right..” You say, you can feel the relief in the way his chest falls, “but.. wheres the fun in that?” You finish, his eyebrow raises and he lets out a hum thats cut off by a abrupt moan that escapes his mouth.. you clench around him tighter and tighter to the point you can feel the tightness in your thighs.

“Ag-agh!.. Wai--wait..!” He groans, his head tossed back as veins begin to throb from his neck, veins that you outline with your finger, moving up to his clenched jaw.. his low eyes glare at you.

“What? Showing me attitude.? Why?.. It’s not like i’m doing anything wrong..” You whisper.

“But you are..!!” He whines, “please, please just.. I’ll be good, I swear just.. move.. it’s too much..” He pleads, only fueling your stubbornness to move, the smug grin on your face spreading wider.

“Fine.. but only I move, not you.” You poke his cheek and he nods, letting out breathy exhales as you unclench from around him.. but that doesn’t last very long, because as soon as you lift yourself up and slide down so so slowly, you tighten up more.

You keep this slow agonizing pace up for a long time, you can tell because the whip cream is beginning to melt.. you lean down and lick some of it off his pec, you can feel the small twitches his body makes from your tongue.. it glides along his skin smoothly , making it’s way to his collarbone as you leave a soft kiss.

“I’m.. sorry.. so sorry..” He mumbles.

“For wha-

You hear a loud rip, your head shoots up and the ribbon is torn in half.. in a flash his hands are gripping onto your hips, slamming you into him with ease.. you both let out synchronized strained moans. Your body lifting on its own as he snaps his hips into you, penetrating your g-spot ruthlessly.. but you cant help but smile, you always loved when choso snapped like this.

The way his grunts are low and his movements are calculated, eyes heavy with desire as his jaw hangs low..he may shove his dick into you like there’s no tomorrow, but he does it so right, so fucking right.

You cant help the sick smile growing from the waves of pleasure crashing down onto you, you try to keep your eyes from rolling back, but it’s helpless.. your body completely submits to the overbearing pleasure, to choso..

Then you feel one of choso hands grab both your wrist, snatching your arms up to his shoulder as your body follows, chest against his as your cock rubs against his belly, the whip cream creating a slippery surface against your cock head as you let out loud mewls.

“Cho..! Cho.. oh god.. don’t fucking stop.- don’t..im so closeee..” You drag, hearing the way his balls slap against your bruised ass, his legs lifted so he gets a better angle, the perfect angle.

“Let’s come together.. toget.. come with me… hah.. shit..!” He groans, his pace causing your toes to curl as he shoves his cock further inside you.. that tight feeling in your stomach exploding into a flock of butterflies in your stomach.. you both moan against each other, your lips crashing onto his as your bodies convulse.. it’s a mess of your come, whipped cream, and his come spilling out of you..

You slowly separate the kiss, tongue hanging out as you both pant..

“Sur.. surprise..” You giggle.

“𝓣here will be no monkeys in the world I’m creating.” ⊹₊⟡⋆

Story guide ;

ʚɞ - one shot

⟡ - short story

୨୧ - series

ʚɞ Your smell ˎˊ˗

- your rude roommate turns out to be a big perv, catching him in the act is enough proof, confronting him? Leads to a whole other thing.

୨୧ White lies under Dark skies ˎˊ˗

- weapon or human? Being used your entire life is no easy feat, having been raised by the Zenin clan and rising to the top Geisha and Noyoa’s “right hand woman” you sit and obey. But what happens when a man comes into the picture? Having you question the way you were raised… will you follow his path of freedom? Or stay stuck in your cage.

⟡ I’m not a pervert, i swear! ˎˊ˗ (ft.Shoko)

- how to deal with accidentally summoning not one, but two, sex demons who clearly crave you way too much.

“𝓘 hate working overtime.” ੭* ‧₊°

Story guide ;

ʚɞ - one shot

⟡ - short story

୨୧ - series

ʚɞ Prof’nanami x prof’reader ˎˊ˗

-late night in your favorite coworkers office.

ʚɞ All the right ways (apart of “my sweet husband nanami”) ˎˊ˗

- insecurity is the worst feeling but when it’s over washed with love and affection, it feels as if it never happened, thanks to your loving husband.

“𝓘 will fulfill my duties as an older brother!”⊹₊⟡⋆

Story guide ;

ʚɞ - one shot

⟡ - short story

୨୧ - series

ʚɞ Are you serious? ˎˊ˗

- running into your ex-situation-ship over your best friends house and he’s his brother? This night can’t get any worser.. right?

ʚɞ not so innocent study session ˎˊ˗

- partnered with the campus weirdo, but is he really .. that— weird?

“𝓚now your place, you fool.” ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Story guide ;

ʚɞ - one shot

⟡ - short story

୨୧ - series

ʚɞ Sworn enemies ˎˊ˗

- you hate him, you swear you do.. yet everyday you stand outside his door, mind and body already in his grasp.

ʚɞ How could I forget?ˎˊ˗

- to be the only woman to face such a intimidating man is an accomplishment on it’s own, but getting him in your bed? Is a whole other thing.

Pairing ; Succubus’shoko x loser female’reader x Incubus’Geto

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝓒ontent ; 18+ content, sub’reader, dom’ Shoko & Geto, threesome (do not know the pose name), p in v, female receiving, overstimulation,squ!rting virgin reader, first time sex, somewhat double penetration, dirty talk, and reader is a big loser

personal notes ; I really did not plan for this to be as long as it is ߹𖥦߹ butt who cares, the more the better!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝓦ord count ; 5k

Tip, tap, sweesh.. tap!

“Dude.. do you not get tired of playing that game?” Your coworker asks, a cigarette resting between her lips.

You shrug your shoulders and push the middle of your glasses up as you continue to spam combos on your phone, “do you get tired of causing your lungs harm?” You mumble back, earning a groan from your coworker.

“I’m serious. We are grown women! You should be like— I don’t know worried about a boyfriend? Or money? Something other than..” She stares at you and waves her hand to your device, “video games.? Or whatever they’re called.”

“Shouldn’t you be minding your business.” You huff, glaring up at her then back at your game, staring at the big red text of GAME OVER.

She rolls her eyes and smushes her cigarette against the wall, “i’m just worried, you don’t need to be an asshole about it. Why can’t you be more like our lead manager?”

“Because i’m not our lead manager, i’m my own person.” You turn your attention back to your phone as you click restart, “if you’re done, I’d like to enjoy my lunch break, alone.”

She just scoffs and tosses the cigarette next to your foot, stepping on it and nearly missing your foot. “Bitch.” She grumbles, walking away.

“Whatever.. hate this stupid fucking job anyway.” You mumble to yourself, switching the tabs on your phone to reddit, scrolling through the daily feed, looking for something to distract you from your soiled mood.

You click a post of your two favorite characters, a long paragraph about their overall character, a nice drawing of fanart below the wall text. A small smile rest on your face as you skim through the text, moving down to the art as you stare at it.

A male with long black hair, some of it in a neat bun, in an armored suit alongside a woman with short brown hair wearing a police uniform. The game is about a knight accidentally time traveling into the future where he runs into a detective whose actively solving a crime she’s stuck on, the knight is able to give her some context and throughout the entire game they solve the mysterious crime— plot twist, the knights younger brother was the culprit.

Is it a bit cliche? Maybe. But ever since middle school you’ve grown up on it, knowing it started off as a webtoon and now it’s a fully fleshed game? You’re basically its number one fan, so why would that burning passion fizzle when you become a grown woman?

Yes, maybe it’s hard for you to become friends with your age group given the vastly different interest, adults are only into bills and drinking.. sometimes you wished you could get out of this stupid city and explore, meeting people who share what you like.

You stand up and stretch, pulling your cardigan on your shoulder more as you look at the time, a notification pops up, you click it and your face scrunches. It’s another team dinner today, a mandatory one, which meant more drinking and staying out till three. Time being wasted from your night where you can just be scrolling through updated comics.

You turn off your phone and shove it in your pocket, “fuck.”

A few hours pass of sitting in your cubical and staring at timesheets, clicking, dragging, a repeated and tiring cycle.

“Y/n!” Someone calls, you lift your head up and look around, then your eyes lower as you notice it’s the team leader, a tall woman wearing a dress suit and her hair draped down her shoulders, looking way younger than you’d expect for someone in there 30’s, the “perfect woman” in other words. Very different from you, a woman in her early 20’s wearing a shabby cardigan and a pencil skirt, thrifted heels and your hair in a “put” together bun.

You get up and walk towards her— she stands in front of the meeting room door, holding it open for you. You walk in and stand next to the meeting table with your hands in your pockets.

She softly closes the door and looks over you, that tooth rotting smile on her lips, pressed into a thin line with that radiant red lipstick.

“Y/n..” She drags your name on with that high pitched saleswoman voice, “I’ve been hearing a lot of complaints from your co workers about you.. you know we try to keep this environment a..” She presses her hands together and lifts herself on her heels, looking around, her tongue clicking as she’s looking for the word. “A comfortable one.” She looks at you.

Your eyebrow raises and you run your tongue along your bottom teeth, “I don’t see what you’re getting at. I’m a good worker and me getting along with others shouldn’t have such a big iss-

“See!” She snaps, “that’s the thing, having that silly mindset causes a fuss for others around you.. I get that your so young that you wouldn’t really understand but..” She leans her head to the side and bats her eyelashes at you, “sometimes you just have to.. suck it up? Isn’t that the saying?”

“Suck? It..” You whisper, you can feel a new gray hair finding it’s way into your head due to this stupid woman, you just ball your fist up and nod, holding back every curse word known to man.

“Suck it up!? Is this bitch crazy!?” You scream into your pillow, suffocating your muffled screams, legs kicking around in anger. You toss your pillow across the room as your chest heaves in pure rage. How dare she?! Treating you like some child! So what if you don’t get along with everyone, thats their problem not yours!

You let out a louder groan that causes your roommate to open your door, “hey I heard yell-

“Get out.” You snap, she just … nods and slowly closes your door.

You go to your desk and toss yourself into your gaming chair, spinning around slowly as you rub the middle of your forehead. Your genuinely at a loss.. you don’t wanna loose your job because where else would you work? Your parents paid too much money for that stupid degree for you to end up at some game store around the corner…

You lift your legs up and hug your knees, picking up your phone off your desk and scrolling back on reddit, hopefully you’ll find something on this god forbidden app to distract you.

Almost an hour passes of you scrolling, no solution found whatsoever, only things about quitting and supporting their own business in order to help people like you that you have no interest in, then something piques your interest.

You click the post and see this post about someone ranting in detail about how they hated their life, you almost feel bad for them, then as you keep reading you see an image below the text, some type of pentagram, then under it says.

“ I found this creepy book in my grandpas attic and decided, well my life has already hit the fan so why not summon a demon or something.” You snicker at the text and keep reading, “surprisingly it actually did something, I cant go into detail but now everyone at my job loves me! I even got a promotion, 100% true, should use, I recommend!”

You scroll back at the photo and hum, you never really believed in demons or that type of stuff, which would be a surprise to anyone, given your room looks like you believe in every ghostly spirit and watch every anime.

You stare at the photo longer, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“It’ll be worth a shot..” You mumble.

You turn off your light and lock your door, looking at the poorly drawn pentagon on your ground. You sit down in front of it, legs crossed as you grab your knife, you really don’t know why you’re doing this, maybe out of boredom? You know it won’t work yet here you are already slicing your palm, hovering your hand over the pentagon as you recite the chant.

At first nothing happens, it’s quiet and your hand is starting to ache from how deeply you scarred it, then.. a light flash blinds you, you wince in pain and try to cover your eyes.

“What the-.!?” You yelp, the light only gets even more blinding, then wind begins to pick up out of god knows where, items in your room beginning to float while some fall, your trying your best not to scream at the top of your lungs given your roommate is literally a few doors down— but then it all stops.

You uncover your eyes as they try to readjust to the environment, blinking profusely until you’re able to make out two figures standing in the middle of the pentagram.. then your eyes widen.

A tall male with luxurious black hair down to his waist, arms crossed as your eyes glaze down to his body, a mix of toned and muscular with a slim waist, and a really odd outfit on.. a stretched black leather crop with flared leather pants.

You realize he isn’t the only one and look over at the other one, a shorter woman with long stringy brown hair, she has an even more revealing outfit on compared to his, a leather bikini that definitely has her tits sitting up perfectly, short black leather shorts on. Her body is almost as toned as his — hand resting on her hip.

“What.. the.. hell..” You mumble.

They both stare down at you, the man speaks first, “well, I wasn’t expecting this..” He snickers, his eyes roaming around your room.

“Me either, are we sure this is an .. adult?” The woman adds, glancing around as her judgmental eyes dissect every figure and poster in your room, “I mean it’s kind of cute.”

“Who—who.. are you.!?” You shout, they both let out a synchronized hum and look at each other, then down at you.

“I mean you summoned us, we should be asking who are you..” The male says, “it’s not everyday you just randomly summon demons into your room and question them..”

“I know that but! I didn’t..— I didn’t summon you two.!” You exclaim, they both look down at the pentagram then at you, “well.. i.. shit..”

“I bet you didn’t expect it to work huh? did you find this online or something? Given by your room, I can tell it’s all you do.. you could’ve at least did research.” The woman says, her words jabbing you directly in the head because she isn’t lying.

“Listen i.. I summoned you..” You look between them two, “really I meant to summon.. one of you. But I just.. I didn’t! Ugh..- I just wanted someone to help me get these assholes at work off me..” You look down and let out a sigh, staring at the cut on your hand that’s weirdly fading away. “I could’ve went to anyone else but.. this was really supposed to be a joke. I didn’t expect it to work..”

You glance up at them and it seems like they’re holding back laughter from the way their lips are stretched into a thin smile, “what.. what’s so funny.!?” You ask.

“Love.. we aren’t “regular” demons.. we’re sex demons.. what could we possibly do to help you?” The male bends down and smiles.

“Unless, you’re just coming up with some type of excuse.. we don’t mind if thats the story you choose to believe..” The female smirks.

“Sex.. sex demons?” You whisper.

Another gray hair is sprouting.

A few minutes pass of you pacing back and forth between your room as they both sit in the middle of the pentagram, your not sure what to do, you could just call the police but how would they believe you.. you could go back to the post but there wasn’t a manual of how to send them back.

You stand in front of them and stare, they just look up at you.. you could ask them.. but your mind might already know how to send them away. Your face flushes at the thought and you grab the sides of your head, eyes squeezed shut to cause those thoughts to disappear, “no. no fucking way..” You mumble, they look at each other and then you.

“Wait..” You open your eyes and observe them, “why are you two just sitting there.?”

The woman sighs and rolls her eyes, her head resting on the males shoulder, “this is why you do your research.. we aren’t able to leave unless you consent for us too.. basically in a way we’re your pets until you send us back..”

“So you do whatever I say?”

“That is what a pet is in this world, right?” She grumbles.

“But! We also have our own conditions.” The male says, “in order for us to do your orders, we have to be fed.. and i’m sure you know what that means..” His eyes glaze over your body, a shiver running down your spine from his gaze as you step back a bit.

You bring your fingernail to your mouth and begin to chew, “so if I sleep with you.. in return you’ll get my co workers to leave me be..”

They both nod, “I just have to sleep with one of you.. right?”

They both snicker and then burst into laughter, you stand there with your brows furrowed. “What’s so funny.?”

“You summoned us both, that means you get both of us..” The woman says, her eyes lowering as they meet yours, “we like to share, and we’d love to share you..”

Your face flushes and you avoid both of their gazes, “fine! I’ll do it.. deal.. but I pick when we do it.” You look back at them, both wearing a toothy grin.

“Deal” they both say.

—

How does the saying go? Don’t make a deal with the devil? Even if they’re two of the most attractive people you’ve ever laid your eyes on.? You definitely understand it now.

Coffee mug in hand, lips rested on the rim, leaned against your desk as you watch Shoko and Geto or so that’s the names they told you— socialize happily amongst your co-workers, even laughing with that asshole who almost stepped on your foot. It’s almost amazing how easy they make it seem, but what’s not amazing is that you’ve mustard up zero courage to sleep with either of them.

surprisingly their both respectful when it comes to boundraies, yet you can feel it in the way they look at you that their restrainging themselves.

Take now as an example, Shoko keeps glancing over at you, you can feel her eyes undressing you in front of everyone, wearing that nonchalant expression as she speaks, you should be embarrassed, disgusted even.. but you just press your lips further against the rim.

You turn around and sit in your chair, you need to do your work, not be worried about the sex demons you summoned.

“This place is full of so many fakes..” A voice says, you look up and see Shoko standing there, leaned against your cubicle with your coffee mug in her hand.

You look at it, then her, then back at your computer. “Well, thats just how it is here.. I don’t get why you both bother to socialize with others having that in mind.” You glide your mouse against your pad, seemingly clicking random tabs to look busy.

“Is that why no one here likes you?” She says, your body stiffens, tongue running along your bottom teeth as your eyes slowly drag to her, standing there with your mug close to her lips and a smug smirk.

“Everyone here keeps warning me about your attitude and smart mouth.. maybe the co-workers aren’t the problem.. maybe, it’s you.”

“You know nothing. And you have no say in anything revolving me. I summoned you here to help me, not judge me.” You snap, she glances at the rim of the mug, specifically where your lips were a few minutes ago.

“But I am helping.. just in my own..” She brings the mug to her lips, whispering against the rim, “way..”

Your hands ball up into a tight fist, fingernails sinking into your palms out of irritation— angry that not only is she pissing you off, but she’s so good at making you feel vulnerable, given the way you stupidly press your thighs together; something that catches her eye.

She sets the mug down and smiles, “I doubt you are the problem.. I was just teasing.. but if the environment causes you so much distress, just unwind.. you have us now..” She stuffs her hands in a cardigan you let her borrow, “we may be demons, but remember we were human once..” She reaches out and pats your head, walking off.

You sit there and stare at your screen, you let out a breathy sigh, eyes glancing down to your firmly smushed thighs. You almost get the urge to slip your hand under your skirt, ut the thought is so revolting that you smack yourself.

“No.” You mumble.

after a while of working, you get out your chair and stretch, letting out a soft hum.. you head towards the printer room slash break room and walk towards the printer, fingers gliding across the screen.. you hear a soft click behind you, but pay no mind.

“Honestly if I were you I’d get a new job..” You hear a voice say, another annoying voice that you dare not look at the source of it.

“Your friend said the exact same thing earlier..” You still glance up at him, he’s leaned against the counter, right next to the printer with his arms crossed.. your eyes stupidly wander to those thick biceps that are screaming against that tight button down, clearly he has no shame in hiding it even after you forced him to wear a coat.

“What happened to your coat?. Theres a reason I told you to wear it..” You look at him and then turn your attention back to the printer.

“I felt too secluded.. suffocating even, you know us demons barely even wear these..” He looks at himself and then scoffs, “hideous clothing.”

“Well it’s a crime to be walking around here bare ass naked, so..” You shrug, he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I mean it’s a crime to be walking around your house with those.. cute underwear with the small bows on them..” He whispers, you flinch at his words— you already feel the heat arising to your cheeks.

“It’s also a crime that you hide such a gorgeous body behind all those layers of clothing..” His whispers are sickeningly sweet, to add onto such a dangerous mix, his hand finds it’s way resting on top of yours— thumb sliding across your knuckles.

“Such a crime to be so.. alluring .. personality and body wise..” He mumbles, you didn’t even notice that he’s moved closer, his other hand slithering to the side of your hip, messing with the hem on your skirt..

“This.. i’m at work.. you shouldn’t be doing this..-“ you barely whisper, the words stuck in your chest.

“Tell me to stop then..” He breathed, lips inches from your earlobe.. you feel stuck, you should push him off and cuss him out, but it’s so hypnotizing, his touch is melting you into a pathetic puddle..

“Use your words y/n..” his tongue extends and leaves a hot stripe on your earlobe, that causes you to come to your senses, shoving him off and keeping him at a distance with your arms.

He puts his hands up in a surrendering motion and smirks, “sorry sorry..” He mumbles, looking at your flushed face full of frustration, his smirk only spreading wider.

“Just..— leave..” You move your arms away, he stands there for a bit, examining you.

“Sorry.. I crossed.. the line.. I’ll keep my hands to myself..” He scratches the back of his neck, you glance at him and his expression seems like he’s genuinely sorry, which makes in-between your legs throb even more, letting out a soft groan.

“It’s fine..” You whisper, he nods and then walks out, shutting the door behind him.

You basically fall to your knees, your hand gripping your shirt, head down with your lips resting on your knuckles.. the teasing words from Shoko mixed with the touch of Geto, it’s all so overbearing.. what’s even worse is that they closely resemble the people you love the most, curse that author for drawing such attractive characters.

You let out heavy breathes and come to a conclusion, you need them gone, now.

Which was way easier said than done.

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, hands on each side of the sink, face damp from dunking it in the water way too many times— trying to encourage yourself.

You hate to admit it, but you do want it, want them.. but both!? Especially since you’re a virgin.? It arouses you of course but it also scares you.. what if they suck your soul out when they’re done.?

The thought causes a cold shiver through your spine and you shake your head, no. They could’ve been did that while you were sleeping or something ..

“I got this.. just.. go with the flow.?” You glare at the mirror and swallow very hard.

You close the door behind you as you enter the bedroom, their both laying on your bed, taking up your space. Luckily you got a queen sized bed so it actually fits all three of you somehow.. Shoko looks up at you while Geto is reading a book he found on your shelf.

You walk to the end of the bed and fiddle with your hands, clearing your throat loudly— Geto looks up and it causes you to get even more nervous, you can feel your palms getting drenched in sweat as you wipe them on your pants.

“Listen— i’m not very.. uhm..” you clear your throat once again, “experienced in the field of sex..” you glance at them once, their eyebrows are raised and you look away, swinging your arms back and forth. “What i’m trying to get at.. what am I.. trying to say.. basically.! I want.. to hold up my, end of the deal..”

You glance back at them and they look at each other and then you.

“We aren’t gonna like.. suck your soul or anything.. you know that right?” Shoko chuckles.

“Right.. right! Yeah— yeah I know that..” nice to know.. you mentally check off.

“Well, we aren’t really trying to rush you into having sex with us.. you’re the one in control of us so..” Geto says, closing the book and placing it on your nightstand, “but.. if you really want too.. we’ll try our best to be gentle..”

You take their words to heart, it sadly makes your heart skip a beat the way they’re actually caring about you as a whole.. but you need them gone now, you’ll just suck it up and keep working, get enough money and move to Arkansas or something..

“I want too—I want this..” you mumble.

They look at each other again, like they’re speaking their own code with their eyes.. you try to figure out what their saying but it’s quickly cut off when they both put their attention back on you.

“Fine.” Shoko smiles, she shifts onto the edge of the bed and Geto moves into the middle, his legs open enough, inviting you to sit.. then he pats his thigh.

“Sit..” he whispers.

You nod and slowly crawl into the bed, you sit on your knees in the middle of his lap.. then feel your bed sink in as Shoko gets behind you.. her finger glides under your chin, you hopelessly lean towards her enticing lips, a gentle peck sends flutters through your stomach, eyes fluttering shut, then you feel another, and then a much deeper kiss..

The way her tongue presses against yours, fingers gliding from your chin down to your chest..

Then you feel a soft peck on your neck, your eyes hazily open and glance over at Geto whose leaving long stripes against your collarbone, each one followed by a gentle nibble— small marks that shouldn’t mean much, but mean a lot to you.

Shoko turns you around, your back pressed up against Geto’s chest.. her mouth still locked onto yours, you can feel Geto’s hands exploring your body. They start at your hips, then reach under your shirt, cupping your breast as his fingers squeeze your nipples; your back arches against him from the action.

Shoko keeps you down with her hands and lips, the kiss growing more and more intense.

Then she slips her tongue out your mouth, desperate gasps escape your mouth as you watch her lower herself down.. further and further until shes down to your underwear.. your eyes widen and you try to sit up but Geto has you locked down.

“You have to relax.. relax for us baby..” He whispers against your neck, hands still fondling your chest.

You glance at him and then Shoko, realizing she’s backed away a bit.. she looks behind you, seemingly at Geto and he nods.

His hands glide down to your thighs, “I guess I get to go first..” He whispers before your able to say anything, your legs are forcefully spread apart, a loud yelp leaves your mouth followed by a whimper, face flushing more so due to embarrassment.

“What..- what are you doing..?!” You exclaim, his words don’t answer you, but his actions do— one of his hands swiftly pulling down his pants while Shoko moves back closer to you.. he lifts you a bit, hovering your cunt over his cock..

You look down at it and it’s extremely intimidating, curving perfectly to the point the tip is pressing against your underwear, noticeable twitching making it seem like it’s painfully needing to get inside you, thick veins traveling all around that make it seem thicker than it seems.

You swallow — hard.

“your making me so shy from the way your staring.. It doesn’t bite..” He chuckles into your ear.

“i..” You mumble— Shoko pulls your underwear down, her eyes lowering from the sight of how wet you are, a soft laugh leaving her mouth as her finger glides across your clit, your body lifts from the movement, a soft whimper escaping.

“You really tried to stretch yourself out.? A virgin?” She looks up at you and you look away out of embarrassment, you hoped they wouldn’t notice how terribly you tried to fuck yourself in the shower with zero experience or guidance.

“What’d you think about, hm? I’m curious.. did you think of him or me?” her fingers keep gliding across the top of your clit, it’s like a itch that you just cant reach. You shake your head in response to her question, hips rising for more fraction, body aching for more attention.

“Use your words baby.. did you think of her? Or me.. or both?” Geto whispers against your neck again. Your eyes shut from the unbearable pleasure, you want more, need more.

“If you give us a solid answer.. you can get what you want..” Shoko says, her fingers spreading your cunt further, her head lowering down.. she gives you a teaser of what you need— her tongue licking up slowly against your clit.

A loud moan leaves your mouth, you try to close your legs but Geto has them in a firm grasp.. you realize your still hovering over his cock, that is until you feel him begin to lower you.. tip pressing harder against your entrance.

“I..- i..! Stop..- teasing..” You stutter, tears of embarrassment appearing in the corner of your eyes, “i.. yes. I thought of you— both.. both!.” You yelp. They both let out chuckles, Shoko’s fingers trailing under your ass as she firmly grasp it.

“See, you can be a good girl.. you know exactly how to use your words..” She whispers against your cunt, beginning to leave longer drags of her tongue against your clit.

Your head throws back, resting on Geto’s shoulder— eyes lowered and moans you tried to hold back slipping out like second nature.

The mixture of Getos thick cock stretching you out excruciatingly slow being added with the way Shoko is desperately devouring you, it’s all so much at once.. then Shoko moves her mouth, you look down and it one swift motion, Geto presses you down into him.

It knocks the wind out of you, it hurts so much from the front and the back, but it slowly blossoms into pleasure when he begins to move.. you can feel everything, each twitch from his cock and each outline of his veins..

“Get.. Sto..Oh god.!” You moan, hands resting on his arms as your nails sink into them, it’s feels like your insides are being bruised from each snap of his hips, each thrust upward, deeper and deeper inside.

Then you feel Shoko kiss your cunt while Geto is still thrusting inside you, a kiss turns into her tongue extending outwards, slurping your clit.. a louder more cracked moan leaves your mouth, it’s too much at once, you want them to stop, to slow down.. but your words are incoherent blabbers and your mind is slipping into a cloudy blur.

“Don’t .. fuck..- pass out on us.. you feel so fucking good.. it’s such a good thing you saved such a sweet pssy for us..” Geto huffs, strained groans leaving his mouth as he rams himself more into you, abusing your sweet spot to the point it feels numbing.

“Does it feel good love.? Hm.?” Shoko asks against you, unconsciously you nod, head moving on it’s own accord as words flow out your mouth, “ye—yes..! So.. Good..-“

“You’re such a pervert.. a whore even, being fucked by two people makes you so dirty.” Geto whispers, leaving a harsh bite on your earlobe, but any pain conflicted turns into pleasure.

If not already too much, you can feel Shoko’s fingers slipping inside you, side by side with Geto’s ruthless pace, she’s able to match it to a tea—stretching you beyond your limit.. then you see tiny speckles in the corner of your eyes, your body convulses roughly and you begin to squirt, fluids soaking your bed alongside Geto’s cock, Shoko’s fingers, and some of Shoko’s face— in which she just licks It off.

“Guess we know what you are now..” She smiles, you let out heavy exhales through your mouth.. you expect it to be over now, but Geto isn’t slowly down, he’s moving faster but rolling his hips this time.. hitting against each inch of your walls perfectly.

Shoko leans back close to your face, her fingers soaked with you— sliding inside your mouth, laying flat on your tongue and then moving further until you’re gagging on them.

You’re already so sensitive, your body is tired and you want this to be over already.. yet that fluttering feeling in your stomach arises again.. Geto’s pace slows but digs deeper into you.. his head resting your shoulder as your ears are forced to listen to each groan and breathy whimper that escapes his mouth..

Then without warning, he lets go of your legs and wraps his arms around your waist, shoving you balls deep inside of him, you choke against the sudden movement but it’s quickly cut off by Shoko placing her mouth over yours.. you can feel blobs of cum coating your walls.. sliding down and then out of you..

Maybe you .. are a pervert.

You tug at the hems of your dress, trying to fit the tight fabric over your hips. A frustrated groan leaving your mouth as you give up, staring in the mirror as the dress ever so slightly rises up.

You stare at your stomach, brows furrowing as you frown. “Dude.. come on..” You mumble.

You hear a loud click and the sound of your children calling their father’s name. You quickly grab your robe and cover your body, Dress still under as you walk out the closet.

Nanami has one of your children in his arms, the other clinging to his leg as he’s smiling from the warm welcome. You stand at the bottom of the stairs and lean against the rail, a soft smile spreading across your lips as you admire the sight, a clear reminder of to why you married such a man.

“Okay kids.. it’s bedtime come on..” You say, they groan and beg to stay up a bit more.

“I mean it is a Friday night.” Nanami retorts, looking at you with a smile on his face, you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“And you wonder why they’re so spoiled.” You huff, he laughs and puts the child down, “you both heard me the first time.. bed, now.” they groan again and drag themselves to their rooms.

You watch as they trail behind each other upstairs, then you turn your attention to your husband, who’s slowly removing his suit jacket, revealing the short sleeve button up that hugs nicely against his biceps.

You softly bite your bottom lip at the sight. “Well, I didn’t know I paid for a strip show..” You mumble, he pauses and then laughs, completely taking off the jacket as he makes his way towards you.

“Well, you don’t have to pay for anything, it comes in the package deal..” His hands rest on your hips, gliding up and down in a soothing way, “Hm? Do you have something on under this?” He feels out the fabric and you feel your face heating in embarrassment as you tug at the robe.

He looks up at you and his eyebrow raises.

“Don’t.. ugh..” You look at him and then away, moving your hands to your face, “can you stop making that face like you’re trying to interrogate me?” You groan, his hands move up to yours, easily covering them as he leans his head to the side.

“I make the face because i’m worried.. I can tell somethings wrong, I’ll wait for you to tell me if that’s what you want.” He moves your hands to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.. looking up at you with those tired eyes.

“Just, take a shower.. you reek..” You smile, he rolls his eyes.

“You never complain when I’m—

You cover his mouth and he starts laughing, you join in as he cups you up, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, you try to protest, being as quiet as you can to not wake the kids, but you cant stop yourself from giggling.. yet there’s this underlying feeling of insecurity lingering in your chest.

While he’s in the shower, you go back into the walk in closet, removing the robe as you search for a pair of pajamas to wear, you hum to yourself and look back in the mirror…

It’s like a harsh reality check, Nanami helps you forget about it for a while, but it still lingers.. maybe red isn’t your color since it causes your body to pop out more? Or maybe it’s the size of the dress? Or maybe it’s just— you.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you turn back fully to the mirror, grabbing a bit of fat from your stomach and tugging on it. You wonder if Nanami is ever embarrassed from being seen with you..

“You alright love?” You flinch and look over your shoulder, Nanami stands there with a pair of sweatpants and his bare chiseled chest out. He’s wiping his face with a towel, but then he removes It and his face is full of awe.. eyes widened and jaw clenched.

“Wow..” He whispers, you turn away in embarrassment.

“Nanami do you think.. I should go on a diet?” You ask, “I thought it was the pregnancy weight but I don’t know.. maybe I’ve always been this, big?” You finish. It’s silent for a few seconds until you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Love, what are you talking about.?” He mumbles, his head resting on your shoulder as he admires your body through the mirror, “there’s nothing wrong with you, or your body.. if anything it only gets better and better throughout the years..”

“You’re just saying that.” You deflect.

“No, i’m not. And you know Im not.. your body is beautiful.. you’re a breath taking woman and you’ve always been one.. why would a little body weight change that?” His hands rub your stomach— blush covers your face, it’s hard to believe him, maybe you just don’t want to.. you know Nanami isn’t one to lie.

“It’s not a little, it’s a lot for me.. I don’t know.. I just..— don’t wanna be seen like this.. yet i’m so comfortable being like this.”

“And rightfully so.. you should be comfortable like this. It’s how you’ve always been.. I apologize for saying it was only a little, but i’m being honest babe.. your such a stunning person that you shouldn’t worry over things like this..” He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, “and this dress? Just.. speechless.” He laughs, you look at him through the mirror and place your hands on his.

“I can show you better than I can tell, that I love every hip and dip on this body..” His hands turn your body around, face to face he plants a soft kiss on your forehead— guiding you towards a counter, basically caging you in, he begins to lower himself, getting down on his knees as he kisses your stomach, you watch with growing anticipation.. eyes lowered as you bite your bottom lip again.

His hands stay resting on your hips, kissing the fabric with tenderness, kissing your body with tenderness.. his lips trail down to your inner thigh, his eyes focused on yours as you try to avoid his gaze..

“Really.? Wearing nothing under here? You basically wanted this..” He groans, his lips hovering near your cunt. It twitches from his warm breath as he speaks— you shake your head in denial.

“I didn’t..— I just.. was trying it..” You mumble, he grins and his hand wraps around your upper thigh, softly groping your ass, he opens his mouth widely and begins to devour you. A quiet gasp exhales from your mouth, chest rising and shoulders tensing from the sudden warmth from below.

He’s nose deep inside of you, his tongue covering enough area to cause soft whimpers to leave you. Desperate slurps mixed with deep groans from below excite you, your hand making its way to top of his head as your fingers explore his hair.

Gentle long stripes turn into unexpected curls then wet thrust, his tongue is always amazing at its job, either it be your mouth or your cunt, it never disappoints. He never disappoints.

“So good..” He groans against you, the vibrations causing a different type of pleasure that makes your leg lift high enough to spread your cunt. Head thrown back against the racked clothing as you press his head further, “so fucking good..” He slurps, cheeks hollowing as his hand presses against his own erection.

“Nana.. oh .. i’m so ..— ng..” You whine.

He slips his fingers inside of you in one motion, it sends you over the edge as they begin to thrust inside of you.. a blend of his tongue and fingers is enough for you to cream inside of his mouth, body tightening as you moan just a bit too loud..

You look down at him as your breathing begins to steady, he looks up at you and see your come trailing down his chin, his thumb finding the rebellious cream he worked so hard for, pushing it towards his lips and inside his mouth.

“You’re so dirty..” You whisper.

“See.. I told you I could show you better than I could say..” he chuckles and places a soft kiss on your cunt.

You swear you hate him.

You really do.

Yet every Saturday night you stand in front of that stupid worn out door with the numbers 106 imprinted into it, your thighs smushing against each other to hide your obvious excitement as the door eases open, presenting the shirtless man with chiseled abs, body basically sculpted by the gods themselves you swear.. the tattoo marks from his neck down that pleasingly coincide with that v-line that just radiates the drool from the corners of your mouth..

And then that gaze, his piercing red eyes, heavy-lidded to the point you can’t tell if he’s looking or not.. sometimes it annoys you because he seems like an old man squinting all the time— but at instances like these? It does nothing more than add onto the unnecessary tension.

“Sukuna..” you cough out, glaring at him.

“Y/n..”the corner of his mouth rising into that infuriating smirk, “what brings you here? Last time I remember you said you wouldn’t step foot into this .. what was it? Shithole?” He leans against the door frame and looks down at you, basically flaunting off his pecs, your gaze lingers on the sight only for a bit before letting out a soft huff and looking away.

“I know, what I said. I was just.. coming to make sure you were alright.” You stupidly lie, an obvious lie that he definitely sees through.

“Uh huh..” he drags on, he examines you a bit more and points to his own hair, “did somethin with your hair? It fits you more..”

You look at him and for a split second you smile, twirling a string of your hair as blush appears on your face, Sukuna wasn’t one to give out compliments easily or so.. properly. He has somewhat regard to what he says to woman, but to you? Zero. Because he knows that’s what ticks you off.

“I’m surprised you noticed.. I got a —

“Would be a shame if I just.. fucked it back a mess, wouldn’t it?” He mumbles.

You freeze, clutching your purse as your whole face flushes, eyebrows scrunched and jaw clenched.

“You filthy fuck.” You grumble through gritted teeth, he just shrugs his shoulders as that sick grin rises.

“I mean, you like it, don’t you?” He asks, eyes flickering from your chest up to your eyes, “that’s also why you came dressed the way you did.. you don’t wear tanktops like that unless you want something from me..” he shoves his hands in his sweatpants and walks up closer to you, of course you stand your ground as your head cranes up to his face.

“And you most definitely, don’t walk around wearing nothing under said tank top.. not unless you need somethin from me.” He finishes.

You both just stare at each other…

One second you’re staring, the next your vision is blurred from unshed tears.

“Sh..Kuna.!” You mewl, body arched as your head is placed against a pillow. It’s always excruciating the way he just shoves his cock inside your ass, no remorse at all… but the pain always dissolves into overwhelming pleasure. From the way his big hands cup your hips perfectly, his nails sinking and bruising your skin — to the soft groans that spill from his lips, the light praises he gives.

“M’fuck.. you look so much better all messy under me..” He growls, hand lifting and smacking across your ass; you tighten around him almost instantly causing a sharp hiss to leave his mouth followed by a light chuckle.

His hand slithers to your roots and he grabs a good chunk of your hair, hair that you paid almost $120 for that you were not gonna let his disrespectful ass ruin, or so that’s what you say in your head.

He pulls it back enough for your upper body to rise, letting out whimpers from how slowly he’s rolling his hips— now your back is against his chest and he’s leaving gentle kisses on your neck.

“How does it feel.? ” He whispers, his other hand slithers around your neck, wrapping around it perfectly, a personalized necklace just for you.

You bite back your tongue, you know telling him how good it feels would boost his already high ego. It’s getting harder and harder to focus due to the way his cock is just barely reaching for your spot, just almost hitting it, frustrating is the word, it’s not enough, no where near.

“I won’t move the pace you want until you tell me..” He’s grinding deeper and deeper, your body trembling from that itchy feeling, you try to shove yourself deeper inside him but he yanks your hair each time. “Be a good girl.. just tell me.. it won’t hurt..” He whispers into your skin, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“It feels..” You start, the words cause his hips to buck up, it starts off as light movement, but as you continue, “it feels—feels goo..-“ you gasp, his knees plant into the mattress as his cock rams inside of you, loud slaps against your cunt echo throughout the room, it feels like he’s rearranging your insides, molding them perfectly for his own cock, and your cunt is extremely accepting to the action.

His hand tightens around your neck, moans turning into desperate gasps as you can feel yourself slipping from the overbearing pleasure — his hand moves from your hair down to your clit, fingers teasing it enough to cause such an immense orgasm.

“Trying to look all good fo’me.. aren’t you?..” He huffs, “coming here lookin like the fucking.. dick thirsty slut you are.. and I fall for that shit all the time, you.. you know how captivating you are.” He groans; you shake your head lambently, slobber and tears mixing into a mess, your body stiffens as you try to close your thighs, preventing his fingers from moving any further, but it’s no use.

Your body eventually goes limp as you fall forward onto the mattress. But this doesn’t stop him, he only grabs onto the headboard and continues to fuck you through your orgasm, hips stuttering as he edges to his own.

You know it’s over once you hear his breathing become rigid, his hips stuttering and a loud groan leaving his mouth— thick strings of come fill you, then it’s empty again as you clench onto air, come spilling out of you in thick blobs.

“Tell me how much it was for your hair.. ill pay for it..” He mumbles, seemingly talking to himself because his eyes are too fixated on the sight of come sputtering out of you, his finger spreading your entrance wider.

“fi—fine.. just stop fucking.. playing with..” You stutter, giving up as you close your eyes.

You still hate him.. you swear.