⎠â â summary: gentlemen can still get their dicks sucked. michael thinks heâs exempt because youâre too pretty. AHNT! wrong.
⎠â â smut, oral sex (male receiving), a very shy and flustered michael because I genuinely donât think heâd be any way else at this age, female reader. wrote this with the âitâs wonderful day!â interview in mind.
Michael isn't sure how he got in this predicament.
One second she'd been curled against him on the bed, tracing lazy shapes against his chest while the television hummed quietly somewhere in the background. The next, her lips were brushing against his ear, soft and plush and devastatingly warm, whispering something sweet as melted honey that made his stomach flip straight into his ribs.
He didn't even fully process the words, only the feeling of all the blood from his head rushing straight to his pants.
A featherlight breath against his skin.
A little kiss tucked just beneath his ear.
The way her voice wrapped around him slow and warm, making him melt before he even realized he was melting. And somehow after that, she was on her knees between his legs.
Michael sat frozen at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her with wide brown eyes while she looked up at him like he'd hung the stars himself. The lamp beside the bed washed everything amber gold, catching in the blush already flooding his cheeks and the nervous shine of his bitten lips.
She looked downright lovesick.
The kind of gaze that made his pulse scramble like frightened birds in a cathedral. Her pupils looked enormous beneath her lashes, soft and syrupy and practically heart shaped with how fond she seemed of him. It made him duck his head immediately, one hand flying up to cover his face as a helpless laugh escaped through his trembling fingers.
âBaby..â he laughed weakly, voice embarrassingly breathless. âDon't look at me like that...â
âWhy not?â
ââCause...â He peeked at her through his fingers only to instantly regret it when she smiled. âYou know why.â
Her hands settled on his thighs then, thumbs smoothing absent little circles against the fabric of his jeans while his knees twitched under her touch. Michael inhaled sharply, shoulders pulling inward with shy tension as she started inching upward, slow enough for him to want to instinctively close his thighs as his stomach tightened when her fingers brushed his belt.
âCan I taste what's in here, angel face?â she spoke softly, tilting her head.
Michael made the tiniest strangled sound. Immediately his head tipped back with embarrassment, curls tumbling across his forehead. âDon't say things like that..â
âLike what?â she asked, all faux innocence and sparkling eyes.
âThose cute names when you're being..â He swallowed hard. â..dirty.â
A grin tugged at her lips. âI think you like it.â
Michael shook his head too fast to be believable. âN-no! Iâm a gentleman.â
âLiar.â Her fingers hooked lightly into his belt loops now, teasing without actually pulling. The anticipation alone had him squirming beneath her touch, one leg bouncing nervously while he tried very hard to avoid looking directly at her.
It didn't help that she looked beautiful like this.
Too beautiful, and the thought escaped before he could stop it.
âYou're too pretty to be down there..â he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. âMessin' with something so.. perverted.â
She blinked up at him, trying not to laugh. âPerverted?â
Michael groaned softly and buried his entire face in both hands this time. âPlease don't make me repeat stuff.. Iâm really shy..â
The sound of her laughter was gentle, fond. She leaned forward just enough for her cheek to brush against his knee affectionately, and Michael nearly folded in on himself from the sheer tenderness of it.
âYouâre shaking, Mikey..â Her hands left his belt slowly.
For a second Michael thought maybe she'd noticed how overwhelmed he was getting. The poor boy could barely breathe correctly anymore, all flushed cheeks and twitching thighs and nervous little laughs muffled behind his hands.
But then she reached for one of them.
Michael peeked through his fingers just in time to see her guiding his larger hand into her lap, her own looking impossibly small wrapped around it. Long fingers. Elegant fingers. The kind that belonged behind piano keys beneath stage lights.
âMama..â he whispered, already embarrassed again.
She ignored him completely and instead, she turned his hand over gently and pressed a kiss to the tip of his thumb and Michael visibly melted.
Another kiss landed against his index finger.
Then his middle.
Then the next.
Slow little kisses. Unhurried and affectionate enough to make his pants feel unbearably tight. Michael stared down at her in stunned silence, lips parted slightly while heat crawled all the way down his neck. This was almost worse than the teasing because it was too sweet. Way too sweet.
His thighs shifted restlessly beneath her as she kissed the tip of his pinky last, eyes never leaving his face onceâ she was watching every single reaction bloom across him in real time.
Michael tried to hide again instinctively, but she still had his hand still holding him there. Her gaze dropped briefly and she took his longest finger gently between her lips, and Michael forgot how to breathe for a solid three seconds because all he could focus on was her mouth.
The softness of it. The shine of it. The way her plush lips looked wrapped around his finger while she looked back up at him through her lashes. She started sucking, bobbing her head up and down on the digit as her tongue swirled a little too good around the flesh.
Michael sucked in a shaky breath so suddenly it almost sounded painful. His free hand immediately covered his face again, utterly overwhelmed.
âHoh, God..â he laughed weakly into his palm, voice trembling around the edges. His thighs tried to cave inward again, only stopping because she was still between them.
And she looked entirely too pleased about that fact.
This time her hand slid upward, fingers disappearing into the curls at the nape of his neck gentle and possessive in the softest way possible. She tugged him downward carefully, and Michael followed without resistance, folding toward her like he was helpless against gravity whenever she touched him like this. One of his hands caught against the mattress beside her head to steady himself.
He looked unbearably pretty up close with his flushed cheeks, heavy lashes and hips parted slightly from nervous breathing.
And still shy. Still hiding little fragments of his face from her whenever she looked at him too lovingly for too long. Her thumb brushed along his jaw and Michael's eyes fluttered shut the second her lips met his.
When she pulled back barely an inch, his eyes opened slowly. Dazed. She smiled at him so fondly it nearly finished him off right there. âCan I make you feel good, my angel?â she asked softly.
He ducked his head immediately, forehead nearly falling against her shoulder while a breathless giggle escaped him in pure embarrassment. âYou already are..â he mumbled shyly.
Moments of movement and shuffling pass before Michael's breathing is completely uneven now.
Every inhale came sharp through parted lips, every exhale trembling back out because he couldn't quite steady himself anymore. His face stayed turned away half the time, curls falling over his eyes while little helpless sounds kept slipping from him no matter how hard he tried to swallow them down.
âMm.. mmâbaby.. babyââ The words barely even sounded intentional. More instinct than speech as his fingers flexed uselessly against the sheets beside him before curling tight enough to wrinkle the fabric. A second later they were in his hair instead, tugging lightly at the curls near his temple while he whines under his breath in disbelief. A completely overwhelmed sound, genuinely not able process how good this felt.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his pretty mauve flushed brown tip, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely. Her small hands grip his base firmly, matching the rhythm of her mouthâs movements.
Michael squeezed his eyes shut again, brows pulling together while another soft moan escaped him, quieter this time. Almost ashamed of itself with pink flooding across his cheeks, lips parted helplessly and chest rising too fast beneath the open collar of his shirt.
Every little reaction crossed his face openly before he could hide it. And god, he kept trying to hide it. Every time a sound slipped out, heâd duck his head immediately afterward, one hand covering his mouth like maybe he could physically stop himself from making another. It never worked.
âPlease..â he whispered at one point, though it didn't even sound like protest. More like he was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being wanted this way.
Her mouth is filled with the prettiest cock sheâs ever hadâ slender but long, with a graceful curve that hits the back of her throat perfectly. And such a precious shade of cooked honey, the head thick and smooth. His pelvic area is impossibly smooth, completely hairless and perfectly groomed. She can see every detail of his erection without obstruction; the way his shaft rises from the clean shaven pelvis as her hands run over his smooth pubic bone, feeling how soft the skin is stretched tight over the area.
Another broken little moan caught in his throat.
Michael swallowed hard afterward, eyes glassy when they fluttered open again. He looked almost distraught from pleasure alone now.
âThis is so..â He exhaled shakily, unable to finish the sentence.
Dirty.
Dirty and deply intimate in a way that made his stomach twist itself into knots. Michael looked almost painfully pretty like this. Completely unraveled by tenderness and desire all at once. Every soft sound leaving him admittedly was very pathetic and he couldn't understand how heâd ended up here at all. With a beautiful girlfriend who likes, noâloves him enough to put his.. thing in her pretty mouth. Theyâve been intimate before this, but heâs still so shy when they do fool around heâs just like this every time. He hasnât even seen what in between her legs looks like yet but heâs felt it before with his fingers.
A particularly shaky moan slipped out of him then, and he immediately groaned afterward biting the knuckle of his pointer finger. âI can't hold it.. I can't hold it..â he mumbled weakly against his skin, mortified. But even then his thighs trembled.
Michaelâs breath stutters as his entire body tightens for a brief, helpless second before he loses whatever shaky control heâd been holding onto. He sits up almost involuntarily, pulled by instinct more than thought and immediately folds forward over her, shoulders hunched, curls falling around his face as he cradles her head with both hands. Heâs cumming.
âLordâhave mercy..â
His fingers press gently into her hair, careful not to mess it up too bad while his forehead dips close. He tries to steady himself against her, a soft broken sound caught in his throat, as he stays there feeling her tongue roll against the underside of his dick. He.. doesnât quite know how to come back down from the intensity except by holding on.
And thatâs what he does until he bashfully lets her pull away, a big flirty smile on her face as she wipes the corner of her mouth.
âWhat? Donât look at me like that..â His little accent is thicker now.
âWeâve been dating for months and youâre still so precious! Come hereeeee~! ⪠â She chirps going in to tickle him, to which he preemptively starts screaming.
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[ SUM ] â college soccer coach toji has a secret admirer. but how secret is it when most of the highlights in the school paper are photos of him, instead of the players scoring goals?
[ TAGS ] â MDNI 18+ ONLY. nsfw. piv. raw. unprotected. age gap (mid 30s x early 20s). slight exhibitionism. HEAVY CREAMPIE. FAT BULGE. spanking. CUNNILINGUS. oral f!recieving. dacryphilia. reader kinda freaky. thick dark sexy HAPPY TRAIL. nudity. SHOWER SEX. SCENT KINK. pet names. spitting. wc: 19.1k
[ A/N ] â inspired by coach!toji from my fratkuna series. I was gooning too much whenever Iâd mention him soooo
photo-journalism can mean many things. at its core though is documentation and being present. itâs about recording what happens so it doesnât vanish into the noise of the world. and thatâs what youâve been doing since you started uni.
working for the school newspaper means covering everything that matters to the university. big events, games, and when you attend a school with a division 1 soccer team, thatâs ranked the top of the country, it means your weekends are spent on the sidelines of the pitch. floodlights humming overhead, cleats tearing into the turf, and the air sharp with anticipation.
everyoneâs eyes are on the match, on the players, the scoreline, and the inevitable victory. everyoneâs, except yours.
your lens has a habit of drifting. and it always finds him on the sidelines, the head coach.
standing just outside the white chalk lines. shaggy raven hair that never looks styled, stubble he clearly forgotâor chose notâto shave that morning. his infamous scar pulling at his lips as he shouts. he wears the same black team jacket unzipped, sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. when he folds his arms or gestures sharply toward the field, you always catch his muscles shifting beneath the fabric, veins flexing making it so impossible to ignore.
itâs just a photographerâs eye for striking subjects. for sureâŚ.
he beautifully contrasts against the chaos of the gameâŚeven if heâs shouting, or breaking his clipboardâŚ. still, you capture him mid-shout, mid-thought, jaw clenched as heâs holding the entire team together.
and then later, when the photos run, and his photos dominate the highlights more than the actual goal, well, you pretend not to notice how often your name sits beneath them in a small, neat printed font.
he doesnât know you. youâre just another person with a camera on the sidelines. youâre just another face in a sea of professional press badges, not just one of the universities many photographers. but you know him. you know the way his brows pinch when one of his players gets injured, the way his mouth twitches when his team scores, and the way he exhales with relief when the game ends.
and you keep clicking the shutter buttonâ
âagain?!â the head editor exclaims. âyou didnât get the goal?â
âI did!â you huff, glaring at the senior grad student who basically runs the entire school newspaper.
ânot the first one, the final goal! the one scored by the universities ace! sukunaââ
âgod forbid i missed a shot, I basically got everything else, plus Iâm not the only one taking photos on the pitch. donât you have other photographers?â you tsk, arms crossed.
he glares at you behind his desk, clicking through the photos youâd uploaded. âyou got every single expression of the damn coach,â he mutters under his breath, clicking through one of toji shouting, then another of him spitting on the grass, then another of him scratching his jawâ
you nibble on your cheek, slouching slightly in the seat.
âyou hate when we use someone elseâs photos,â he adds, licking his teeth as he finally gets to your photos of the actual players. and they were spectacular. the action shots were perfect, you can see the sweat dribbling down their foreheads.
âbecause itâs my job,â you mutter, glancing at your editor who frowns when the photos return back to the head coach.
âunbelievable,â he mumbles, exhaling slowly as he sits back in his seat. âyouâre killing me.â
your heel kicks the floor. this wasnât a first. this happens almost every time. your lens just happens to drift away from the ball and fall on the head coach.
even with fans shouting in the stands, and the other cameras flashing in the other direction. your camera canât help but find coach toji in the chaos. he was just as important as the team. heâs acting like toji isnât mentioned a million times in the articles! god forbid you want him getting his flowers. but your editor wasnât very appreciative of your sympathies.
âweâre going with these three, and taking one from the other photographers for the final goal you didnât get,â he sighs, showing you your three photos, one of the team celebrating, another of satoru gojo sprinting across the field with the ball, and of course, the final â and in your opinion the best â of head coach toji standing with his muscular arms crossed at the start of the second half.
your editor rolls his eyes turning his screen back to him. âif you bring another folder and itâs seventy percent of this damn coach, Iâll drop you and pull noah up.â
the threat has you lowering your head and muttering a hesitate okay, because at the end of the day, you were the only photographer that worked full time for the paper, and you go to every single match. the rest are focused on other stories, or working their way to become editors.
while you liked photo-journalism more. it helped, that on weekends, you got someone to admire. and your editor was not the only one thatâs noticed.
âwhat the hell, youâve got to be kidding me,â geto huffs, snatching the paper from gojo as he sits on the pitch. âwhy am I never in these damn fucking articles??â he huffs with anger
âscore more goals,â gojo sticks his tongue out, just to get kicked harshly by his friend.
âI fucking scored this game,â geto snaps, grumbling even more as he flips through the paper, seeing the team celebrating.
sukuna chugs his water behind them, âmy picture sucks ass,â he grumbles, spitting the water right beside their goalie making him jerk back in annoyance. âyou didnât score, but I get the shit picture?â he snaps lowly at gojo.
geto frowns, âI scored, and at least you get a picture.â
gojo chuckles, pointing at the next photo, making the entire team roll their eyes simultaneously.
âsome things never change,â one teammate, yuno, mutters. his hands are on his hips as him and the rest of the team glare at the immaculate, pristine, jaw-dropping photo captured of their strict, grumpy, nicotine addicted head coach, toji.
sukuna snarls as geto looks like heâs going to fucking tear out his luscious black hair. âfucking unbelievable.â
gojo snorts even louder, snatching the paper just to wave it from his place on the ground towards toji, whoâd just gotten off the phone. âcoach! youâre mogging the cameras again!â
tojiâs brows pinch until he notices the photo. and itâs always the same reaction from the head coach. his eyes scan over the photo, then they fall down to the same printed name underneath. ânot bad,â he casually says, handing back the newspaper like itâs nothing.
but the entire team is seething, with the exception of gojo laughing his ass off.
âI finally figured out who your secret admirer is,â gojo announces, âitâs definitely the cutie with the charm on her camera and stickers on her flashlight.â
geto raises a brow âhow dâya know that?â the rest of the team immediately huddle in.
gojo clears his throat.
âfor the last few games Iâve been purposely fixing my shoes or drinking water on the sidelines where theyâre all huddled up. obviously I ruled out all the old farts, then I narrowed it down to the ladies. then i crossed out the outside press, but itâs hard since I canât see all their press badgesâbut then i noticed,â gojo holds up the newspaper, slapping his index finger on your name beneath the photo. the entire team have basically memorized your full name by now. âshe was the only one still photographing the field, BUT it was pointed at coach,â gojo points to toji.
âAND,â gojo continues, âshe had this cute little charm on her camera, and this sticker. and itâs definitely your secret admirer,â gojo confidently smiles.
however, geto scratches his jaw, glancing at gojo then the newspaper. âso which one was her instagram?â
oh right, gojo rubs his neck in disappointment.
your name under a majority of the gameâs photos started catching the teams attention a couple months ago. your credentials at the bottom of the article was always signed with your first and last name. however, when the team caught on to your not-so secret admiration for their coach, and neglect of the rest of team, they tried stalking you.
yet, they couldnât find a single social media handle. not your instagram, twitter, tiktok â even your linkedIn was just the default linkedIn pfp. and the school paper website didnât have a photo for you. either way, the team was on a mission.
âI donât think her socials are even under her name,â gojo admits, making the team groan.
toji, silently watching the ordeal transpire, claps his hands, breaking the gossip. âenough, continue your drills unless ya wanna stay till sunset!â
once the team finally finishes practice and began packing their gear. neither one of them notices the students enjoying the nice weather on campus, or the girl that take a detours to walk past the field.
your eyes easily fall on your perfect subject. his hand cracks his neck as he stifles a yawn, kicking the soccer ball towards one of the players as they kick it up, tucking it under their arm.
it was a routineâŚ.one that you found yourself subconsciously doing on practice days. you would follow the path down from the quad, until you reach the second soccer field on campus, mainly used for practice and training.
your bag hangs off your shoulder along with your camera â the lens was downsized to your fixed 24mm and the flash wasnât on â thatâs usually how your camera is when you arenât at events, or games.
it isnât uncommon to watch the schools infamous soccer team practice. especially when half of them are also part of a fraternity. hell, on the other side of the field were a few girls fawning over the sweaty players.
in other words, you donât stand out. and youâre unbothered by the hot players that glance your way as they pack their bags. well, until a certain white haired player is squinting across the field, before muttering a quiet âno wayâŚâ
geto gives his friend a look, lifting his duffle over his shoulder as sukuna wipes his face with the hem of his jersey, âwhat?â he grumbles.
gojoâs bag hit the grass. he locks eyes with you. then he does the worst thing imaginable. he shouts your name.
the entire team snap their necks in your direction. gojo suddenly leads the pack of six foot whatever college men across the field â their bags drop, cleats half untied, some bare foot. but all on one mission.
you.
the color immediately drains from your face. your body freezes like a deer in headlights. and when the entire team of sweaty, built, hot men crowd the waist-high fence that separate them from you. youâre ultimately stuck.
âyouâre-youâreââ slightly out of breath and pumped full of adrenaline, gojo heaves out your name. not just a first name, noâyour full government name. âright!?â
you eyes lazily drag between the men, fixing the strap of your bag, your camera clinking against the side, drawing every manâs attention to the little charm gojo had just described less than an hour ago.
âyeah,â you manage to exhale, shifting your balance. âdid you need something?â
âyeah,â the low voice of the hot headed team captain interrupts. he hadnât ran with rest of the players, instead he walked up, casual and full of loud confidence. finally making his way across the field, energy drink in hand, glaring right through you as he continues. âwhy the fuck was my picture the only one not taken by you? it looks like shit.â
you exhale, about to answer when another one cuts in.
âwhy havenât you taken one of me? the game last month was my debut and you didnât get me going on the pitchââ
âI liked that shot you got of me whenââ
âcan you get my good side next timeââ
âwhy did youââ
âcan youââ
âyou didnât get my goal!â geto manages to dogpile. all the men yell complaints and compliments, overwhelming you with critiques. until youâre frowning, glaring harshly at the group of men youâd watched from a distance since your freshman year.
âI donât work for you guys,â you finally snap. your words are cold making the men frown. âI work for the schools paper, and they choose the photos, not me.â
âand yet coach is in every single one of em?â geto bites back, and thatâs when they all catch the slight surprise that crosses your face.
gojo smirks, leaning over the fence, getting close as he tilts his head. âseems like a majority of your photos have our coach. itâs like your editor canât help but be forced to put him in.â
you feel your stomach churn, glancing between the sharp sapphire eyes. âthatâs not how it works,â you mutter.
you did not expect your first interaction with the soccer team to be this. accusing you of favoritism. you can practically feel all their eyes on you, like they knew exactly who you are, even if this is your first time speaking to them.
âsure looks like it,â sukuna drawls, smirking wide when he sees you shift uncomfortably. âyou like our coach or somethin?â
âof course she does,â getoâs smooth voice cuts in. âdo you get all hot lookin at coach toji?â
you swallow thickly, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck to glare at the men. âyou guys are disgusting,â you spit, but the men donât falter, instead they continue gloating and poking.
âwe just wanna get to know you. youâve been takinâ our pics for months, we canât have a chat now?â geto cuts.
they were quietly impressed with your composure. your poker face wouldâve been perfect if not for the slight fidgeting youâre doing with your bag and camera strap. either way, your glare was mean, unwavering untilâ
âcut it out.â
the sharp voice slices through the team. then, one strong palm shoves gojo into geto, and the rest of the team topple on each other like dominos. the head coach plants himself between the fence, his team, and you.
âi forget youâre all a couple children,â toji tsks, his arms are crossed standing like a lone knight keeping a pack a wolves from a poor princess.
your heart slams against your rib cage. all your composure evaporates into thin air, struggling to catch your breath. this was the closest youâve gotten to the head coach. you can practically smell the mixture of his cologne and natural musk. your cheeks grow hotter by the second, completely dazed and loosing all other senses, unaware that practically half the team noticed your sudden shift.
gojo elbows geto eyeing the way your pupils basically turn into bright pink hearts. even your lips look more glossy from the drool collecting in your mouth.
theyâd never seen anything like it, and for their coach of all people?!
youâre caught up in gawking at the huge man, eyeing his wide shoulders, the veins straining from his compression shirt, his shirt clinging to every muscle that could break you in a blink of an eye â that you miss his short lecture towards his boys to quit scaring off a young woman, all to end with him shoutingâ
âten more laps!â
the teamâs eyes bulge, jaws dropping in shock, and quickly follow up with a spew of complaints.
âya heard coach!â sukuna, the hot-headed captain, interrupts. and if the team wasnât scared of their coach, they definitely had a reason to be with their captain. they ultimately drop their things and start their laps. however, sukuna hangs back at bit, âI didnât even say shââ
âyou were late to practice, so you were gonna do the laps anyways,â toji cuts, earning a loud tsk from the tattooed captain. his duffle drops on the floor dramatically, eyes flicking towards yours, which â no surprise â havenât left the coachâs profile, and with his own groan, his cleats hit the grass starting his lap.
with the entire team running lapsâŚ.youâre left alone.
coach toji doesnât move.
instead, he leans against the fence, strong arms crossing. youâre barely a foot behind him, close enough that the scent of grass and dizzy cologne reaches you when he shifts his weight. close enough that your brain short-circuits again.
then he looks over his shoulder.
itâs not rushed or sharp. it was an easy turn of his head, his dark emerald eyes flick to you with calm, assessing. and up close, heâs worse. heâs broader than he looks from the sidelines, his stubble shadowing his jaw feels unfair for a sunday morning. sunlight catches the edge of his cheekbone, and the curve of his mouth makes you stare shamelessly especially when it lifts just slightly. heâs amused by something youâre not aware of yet and you donât even notice.
your heart stutters.
you practically forget how to stand or how to function like a grown ass adult, instead you feel like someone whoâs just had their fantasy materialize directly in front of them.
heat rushes to your face, your chest tightens, and you pray, desperately, that your expression isnât as transparent as it feels. you focus on keeping your hands still, even as your pulse flutters wildly under your skin.
and tojiâs gaze lingers. he takes you in like the way someone experienced does, without staring, without shame, just a brief glance that drifts. from your fidgeting fingers, to your necklace trapped between your pretty cleavage, to the tank top that hugs your chest, to the zip up hoodie falling off your soft shoulder. to your lips, wet from the amount of times youâd lick and bit them.
and you still donât notice it! youâre too busy trying not to melt into the grass beneath your feet. all you register is how hot the space suddenly feels, how solid he seems standing there.
from the field, a player snickers mid-lap. a majority watching the entire interaction, waiting for someone to make a move. gojo snickers as geto analyzes.
you donât hear any of it, all you know is that the knights are real, and heâs right in front of you, and your carefully maintained composure never stood a chance. especially when his eyes meet yours and his deep, husky, voice sinks into your bones.
âbeen wondering who was seeinâ me like that, sweetheart.â
you were gone.
s-s-s-sweetheart!?
your heart bursts, veins burning through your skin as your lips part, words falling into the void as your brain struggles to reply.
and he finds it adorable.
college girls are cute, but you, youâre a little pervert. how many photos have you taken of him? and for the past year too? heâs wondered just like his team had, who was behind all those photos. who was oogling him while the best team in the nation was playing right before their eyes?
at first, he was bothered, confused even, how big of a stalker did you have to be to take his photos for months and not introduce yourself?
but now he sees it. the way youâre struggling to find words. the way your eyes flick between his â surprised even that youâre not shying away from eye contact, but instead, struggling to just respond. like the words are right there, but your dumb brain is getting fried just by his presence. cute.
âIâll try anâ wink next time.â
he just hammers the nail straight into your heart. your face bursts into flames as you let out a strangled hum like whine, face burning even more. unfortunately, your audience isnât as silent. instead a few had caught your reaction and were bursting with laughter. a few whistling at their coach.
âsheâs too young for ya, coach!â
âget someone yâer own age!â
âcoach, the shy ones are the freakiest!â
the last one â somehow â snapped you back to reality. your glare cut through the field, immediately hitting one of the players making him burst out laughing along with the others around him. your face pulls into a scowl, heart hammering at the teasing youâre receiving from the team. who even are they? they donât know anything about you!
shy?! you?!!! you scowl in annoyance, eyes rollinâ
âignore em, sweetheart. theyâre just being dicks.â
fuck.
your face burns hot again, heart hammering against your ribs as you stutter out another nod, fingers gripping your bag as you glance at the head coach again. his green eyes were unbelievably dark, just staring at them, you felt like you were getting dizzy.
the scar on his lip twitches up, leaning an elbow on the fence, his eyes flick down to your camera. âwhat kinda camera is that?â
your eyes widen, looking down like youâre surprised itâs there. but it seems like he flicks a switch in your brain with that question, because now youâre fumbling to hold the delicate thing in your hands. then you hold it out for him.
a small puff of air leaves his nose in amusement. youâre cute. he turns, reaching his hand out, just for your small ones to place the expensive camera in his. the same one youâd deny your friends from even holding, afraid theyâll drop it.
b-but if coach toji holds itâŚif he wants to hold itâŚwhoâŚwho are you to stop him!!!
your blush only breaks out across your body once you feel your hands brush his, eyes so bright and big even he can see the hearts explode from your irises, fuzzy pink flowers glowing around your head like a cartoon.
âlooks expensive,â he finally takes his eyes away from you to momentarily examine the camera. it was nice, sony. âbought it yourself?â
you nod, smiling as you rock on your heels. âit wasâŚâ oh first words, tojiâs eyes flick to you, eyeing your glossy lips as they part. âmy first big purchase,â you glance at the camera then back up at toji as you point with your manicured index finger, towards the camera. âitâs niceâŚright?â
well fuck me.
toji chuckles internally. he really canât read you. from rude (to the team), to shy, to snappy (to the team), to demure, to charmingâall while looking up at him like heâs some shinning knight and not a coach, albeit for the best team in the nation, but still.
his lips curl up, his internal switch already flipped when he shooed the team away, and the smooth voice of his poured out like second nature. âvery nice, sweetheart.â
you nod, enthusiastically.
god, you were a cutie.
âand you take such good pictures with it too, youâre a natural,â the sweet words just keep pouring from his mouth like honey, and youâre eating up every drop. your feet manage to carry you closer to the fenceâŚcloser to him.
you wet your glossy lips, leaning close to point at the camera, âit also takes video hereâŚI initially wanted to do more videography, but I stuck with photos. but itâs a nice perk with the cameraâŚand I can shoot in raw and jpeg, so I can edit them afterwards if I want, and uh and I have other lenses too. this one is a fixed one, so it canât zoom, but I have two other ones that zoom, I usually use those ones for workâŚlike during yourâŚ.games.â
your rambling was one of, if not, the most attractively adorable things you couldâve done at this moment. especially when youâre oblivious to the light flush that settles in the coachâs stomach as he eyes you down.
his gaze flicks between your fingers on the camera, and your profile from his height. your hair lightly brushâs back from the wind exposing your neck, your perfume reaching his nose.
âcan I try takinâ a pic?â
your face bursts hot, you feel like itâll melt off as you gawk up at the head coach, before nodding your head frantically, a wide smile pulling at your lips. you try to clear your throat as you turn the camera on for him and take the lens cap off.
âgood?â he asks.
you just nod again, biting your cheek feeling how wide youâre smiling it almost hurts, but you canât take your eyes off the way his big hands handle your camera. your biggest crush ever is using your camera!
you contain a squeal as he stands straight. he brings the camera to his eye, before lowering it again, confused. your eyes widen momentarily before realizing heâs struggling and quickly stepping up again.
you lean over the fence. and toji purposely avoids coming down to your height. instead, he watches you hold the fence to stand on your tippy toes, the other gently holds his wrist to ask him to lower the camera just a bit from his eye so you can instruct him. fuck, the confidence to touch him when you were just a jittery mess a second ago.
âthe shutter button is here. if you half press it, itâll auto-focus for youââ you move to the front of the camera flipping some switch, âjusâ turned it on. but just press down all the way and itâll take the picture,â you say, mistakenly glancing up from where you are, just to realize that coach tojiâs face is inches from yours. his warm breath fans against your cheek, his scar so close, his lips right there and his eyesâŚ.
you were beyond gone. the steam immediately comes off your face as your eyes turn into big giant hearts. youâre so easy to read it should be illegal.
you fall back on your heels, allowing toji to attempt again. what you werenât expecting was for him to point the camera at you.
well considering the wider lens, I guess he wants to shoot something closer for more satisfaction. but it caught you slightly off guard, your cheeks flame once more, heart stuttering, but your face immediately lights up.
his lips curve up behind the camera, watching you give him a cute smile, angling your head to tip to the side a bit. people that automatically smile when a camera is pointed at them is definitely a cute trait.
he takes a few quick photos, before pulling the camera back. âhow do I see âem?â
this time he lowers the camera for you, but keeps it close to his body so youâre still leaning over and up beside him, albeit with the fence between you both.
âah the sun was behind me,â you realize now looking at the photos. toji hums like he knows what that means (he doesnât) but he clicks the button to go to the next picture and same thing.
âletâs do it again,â he says, already pulling the camera back, but your finger quickly reaches out, easily flipping it back to view mode before moving back. toji watches you glance up at the sky, before moving yourself in front of the sun. âsmile fâer me, sweetheart.â
you were smiling, but nowâtoji chuckles through his nose at your reaction. he knows exactly what heâs doing. he takes one photo, than another.
your smile turns more pose worthy, not so big, but just as beautiful. âyouâre a natural,â he comments, with full honesty.
your cheeks flush, waving your hand in front of you, âdonât glaze me.â
toji snorts, âjusâ saying what I see, not my fault you pose like a model.â
a model?!
toji notices the way you bite your cheek and the way your hands fidget with your bag. âput the bag down, sweetheart.â
your heart skips again, the nickname electing a response from you every time. but you oblige, setting your bag on the ground. now without anything to fidget with, your hands carefully clasp behind your back, your navy hoodie completely off your shoulder, exposing the casual white tank top. his eyes glance at the swell of your tits that your bra pushes up. and the sliver of skin that peaks at the bottom.
the wind was like a perfect accessory, blowing a warm spring breeze in your direction brushing your hair again.
you do your best to pose casually, smiling at the camera, eyes low as you stare into the lens, heart beating erratically as you wait for coach toji to finish.
your breath catches momentarily. cheeks stinging and lips parting like a deer in headlights, because you notice it. just briefly, the way toji lowers the camera from his eye, gaze tracking down your figure, eyeing your thighs, then your hips, then your tits.
heâs definitely checking you out.
you glance away, flustered, unaware that toji was now clicking the library to view the photos heâd just taken.
âI think Iâm a pretty good shot,â he compliments his nonexistent skills, but the light hits you so well.
you smile watching him look at the photos. eyes glued to his lazy smirk, stomach hot and heart fluttering at his short comments. heâs so handsome, you glance at the curve of his nose, the stubble on his cheek. heâs so so pretty.
your mind was getting dizzy, all because coach toji is in front of you, but it made you completely forgetful that if he keeps clicking next, itâll eventually reachâ
âoh.â
you first notice the slight raise of his brows, then the scar on his lip twitching wider, then the greens of his eyes darkening.
âdid yaâ submit these too, sweetheart?â
your brows furrow for half a second, then it clicks. you lunge forward.
this canât be happening!
you immediately cover the screen and take the camera as you hear the coach chuckle. of course youâd forgotten that you had these on your sd card.
staring back at you is a photo of tojiâs fat bulge from the game. you managed to catch the moment he reached down to itch himself, grabbing it. if he saw this one he definitely saw the three before this of the closeups of his lips, his big biceps, his ass when he was fixing his shoes.
your heart is beating in your ears, skin sizzling with embarrassment as your vision starts to narrow. your eyes flick up to the coach in horror, flustered beyond speech. âitâs notââ you struggle to explain, âyou werenât supposed to see that. I was just taking oneâthen I someone bumped so like, the camera went downââ
the rambling was unlike the one before, this one was much more uncoordinated, fueled by your humiliation, anxiety, and desperate attempt at defending yourself to him, so that he doesnât think youâre some creep.
âI wore that shirt from the match two weeks ago. not this oneâŚ.â his head tilts, arms folded across his beefy chest. âwhy do you still have âem?â
the older man is quite unbothered. instead, his chest grew hot, and his mind wandered off imagining this hot college girl laying in her bed, staring at pictures of his crotch with her small fingers playing with her wet little pussy. his eyes flick to your chest again.
your eyes are wide, glancing at your camera.
âI just forgot to format the card,â you quickly reply, pretty chest rising and falling. âI always forget, and I realize after when Iâm exporting the photos or run out of storageâI delete them, i-i swear!â
he snorts, head tilting, âyou swear?â
you nod frantically.
his emerald eyes narrow, tongue poking out to wet his lips, touching his scar. his eyes flick to the camera in your hands. youâre quite the actorâŚ
âokay, Iâll take your word then. you wouldnât lie to meâŚ?â his gaze was intimidating, the darkness of his pupils felt like a black hole pulling you in. but somehow you manage to shake your head.
âno, sir.â
toji holds eye contact, before tearing it away to reach for his phone, âgood girl.â
your heart beats in your throat, threatening to tear out, but you step forward, eyes big and sad. âsorry, coach.â thereâs a slight waver in your voice, the manâs eyes widen briefly, chuckling under his breath as he brings a hand up to the crown of your head.
âdonât worry about it, keep taking photos of me. yaâ make me feel important,â his comment is punctuated with a flirtatious wink, shooting another arrow straight into your heart.
you were lovestruck the entire trip home. and so unbelievably grateful.
you talked your way out of such incriminating evidence. because how could coach toji know that in truth, you have an entire album of photos just like the ones he saw, that you pull out almost every night to help you cum.
you really should be an actor, you think, blushing at the way he called you good girl. the way he looked at you, the way his fingers brushed yours on the camera âahhhh, you bury your hot face in your hands.
you were in shock for days, heart slamming against your chest and face heating up every time you thought back to the moment.
you were so in your head that you hadnât even noticed the two athletes walking up behind you on your way out of class, crossing the quad.
itâs like that thing that happens. when youâre finally introduced to someone for the first time, then youâre suddenly seeing them everywhere. thatâs how geto and gojo felt. youâd been under their noses the entire time.
with a lecture of over two hundred students, of course theyâd spot you when you entered today. gojo elbowed his friend, nodding in your direction. getoâs eyes nearly popped.
âwhat the hell?â geto leans forward, the two men closely watch you enter the lecture hall, walking a few rows down before slipping in. getoâs eyes narrow at the camera you carefully place in your lap as you take out your ipad.
it was like the cards were being dealt out for him perfectly.
âwait, I donât get it,â gojo huffs catching up to his friend as the lecture hall empties.
geto tsks, âwhatâs not to get? Iâm gonna bribe her into taking photos of me next game. Iâm fucking tired of being some fucking blurââ
âyouâve gotten some photos manââ
âwell i want more. ones where Iâm actually scoring,â geto huffs, brushing his bang back in frustration.
once the two men hit the pavement outside, they spot you. gojo is tagging along for the fun, while geto is set on a mission. one he conjured up mid-lecture the second he saw you. it was perfect. geniusâ
âwhat?â your face scrunches in mild disgust. the two men baffle at your reaction, especially at the way youâre looking up at them with narrow, and irritated eyes. your expression isnât hard to decipher, itâs basically screaming, why tf are you talking to me?
geto licks his teeth, exhaling through his nose, âyou heard me fine, sweetheartââ
âdonât call me that.â
his jaw clenches, repeating his line without the pet name. âthe next two games are the semifinals and then the finals, so Iâll give you access through our manager to join press during the media window two days before the matchesââ
âI already have access to that through the school paper,â you give him a look, immediately ticking him off.
âlet me fucking finish will youââ
âyouâre taking forever and Iâm being cornered,â you snap back, rolling your eyes at the pretentious athlete. geto bites his tongue, as gojo gasps.
âyouâre not being cornered!â he states, just to exchange a look with geto as they both see that theyâve steered you off the pavement and against a tree. ânoâweâre just talking.â
you exhale, glancing back at geto, âwhatever, just finish.â
geto licks his lips, continuing, âyouâll also get access to our locker room strategy meeting or whatever, and behind the scenes access â you only do photos, no video or interviews?â
you shake your head, heart beating just a little quicker because now youâre starting to see the perks. bts access is the one thing university teams can deny since they donât like any outsiders butting into their strategies or taking them out of âthe zone.â
that also means you can seeâŚ.coach toji.
gojo and geto both notice the realization crossing your face, especially when your lips part, much more glossy than before. unbelievable.
âbut,â geto snaps you back, your eyes darting up to meet his, âyou better take some good fucking shots of me during the game. if Iâm not in the fucking paper and insta page, then no deal.â
you gasp, âdude, youâre literally acting like Iâm the one in charge of that?? itâs my editor that picks the photos to put in the articles.â
geto tsks, âyet somehow coach is in every single one.â your jaw clenches, stomach heating up. âtake more photos of me so itâs inevitable. got it?â
your lip curls in annoyance, eyeing geto, just for gojo to suddenly but inâ
âbut also take some of me, i look so hot in them and i like reposting them on my insta,â gojo flashes you a smile.
your frown deepens, âthereâs other photographers. you guys know that right?â
âyours are the only ones they choose and they look better than whoever took sukunaâs,â gojo snorts, remembering their captains complaints.
nevertheless, geto and gojo wait for you to agree, both men standing with their arms crossed, blocking the spring sun from hitting you.
then a certain captain happens to pass by, noticing his two teammates, and frat brothers.
âthe fuck are you guys doing?â
the men whip their heads as sukuna steps up, bag slung over his shoulder wearing a backwards baseball cap. and with a quick explanation from his friends, sukuna tsks glancing at you and adding.
âcoach always showers before or after our games.â
and it was that one bit of information that automatically has you saying: âdeal.â
â
you donât rush setting up. you check your flash, bouncing it once off the ceiling to make sure it wonât wash anyone out. your fingers move with muscle memory, standing in these rooms plenty of times for the school paper, along with other journalists from the school paper especially for media days, post-game scrums, pre-season press.
so this isnât new territory.
the room is packed, though. thereâs national outlets mingling with campus press, and clusters of journalists already talking. you hear familiar phrases float past as you move, many talking about the teams unbeaten streak, their goal differentials, their historic season.
familiar names are easily getting tossed around. captain sukuna coming up first, always, and his leadership, and the way he commands the field. gojoâs speed follows after, and his natural talent and eye for goals, then getoâs consistency, his intelligence and composure. someone mentions scouts again, plural this time, and how a few clubs have been hovering around those three all season.
you barely react because youâve heard all of this before, and it was impressive of course, you enjoy it. however, what does get you, embarrassingly, is his name.
every time coach toji is mentionedâhis tactics, his discipline, the way he rebuilt the program and incorporated new strategies âyou feel heat creep up your neck. itâs a soft and traitorous blush that youâre grateful no oneâs looking closely enough to notice you smiling.
you keep your eyes on your camera, pretending to fiddle with a setting you donât actually need to adjust, reminding yourself that heâs just part of the team. a very effective, very respected part of it.
then finally, the noise dips and the conversations fade into an expectant quiet as the side door opens.
the players file in first, with sukuna at the front, expression unreadable, gojo already grinning, geto calm and observant as ever. everyoneâs cameras lift, and recorders click on. and then he steps in behind them.
coach toji, in a suit.
your face breaks into a hot mess, heart skipping a beat as you eye him through your lens. it fits him too well. dark, sharp, shoulders filling it out like it was tailored perfectly. no team jacket today, no morning stumble. no, he looked clean, with polished shoes, and authority. he guides the team forward eyes sweeping the room calmly.
your flash fires once, professionalism wavering again. how can it not when your knight is walking into the room and reminding you exactly how out of reach he is.
the entire team easily spots you in the front row for the first time. your charm hangs from your camera strap, along with the little sticker on your godox flash. they all know who you are now, so their wasnât any hiding the way theyâd purposely glance at your camera lens, giving you their best shots.
many of the questions are being directed towards the coach, your eyes focus on his reaction, lens zooming close as he rolls his dress shirt over his forearms. your camera flashes and your cheeks warm. you do this every time. acting like itâs your first time seeing the coach in a suit even though he wears one every semifinals press. but you canât help it!
journalists throw questions without breath, firing rounds until the set time is up.
âphotographers only, please.â
the room clears out fast. chairs scrape back, and laptops snap shut. you step forward instinctively, already lifting your camera. the players shift back into place. sukuna straightens, his expression resetting into something stoic. gojo cracks a joke under his breath that earns him a look. geto adjusts his sleeves, calm as ever.
toji moves standing just off to the side at first, arms crossed, smooth dress shirt crinkling over his taut muscles, and unforgiving across his shoulders.
the manager gestures. âletâs get the team all together first.â
cameras flash as the team pose, all in their uniform. you move easily getting their shots, unaware of the emerald eyes watching your every move.
coach toji noticed you the minute he stepped into the room. however, he remained composed, knowing how many eyes were on him. but now, his eyes sweep over your figure.
your grey dress pants hugging that right ass, and those hips. the tight dress shirt hugged your frame, with the top buttons undone allowing some of your cleavage to be revealed along with your necklace stack. business casual, but heâs sure half the team is looking at your tits. your pretty anklet catching the light as you move in your kitten heels.
âcoach with sukuna,â the manager says.
toji steps forward.
you track him without thinking, framing the shot as he places a hand lightly at sukunaâs back, guiding him a half-step to the left. your shutter clicks, noticing how easily he steps into your frame, how naturally he fills it. his height just a hair taller than the hot headed captain, at least in your eyes.
âalright, another group photo,â the manager says.
toji turns, motioning the players in with two fingers. his eyes briefly catch yours making your eyes widen. the team clusters around their coach, heads bowed slightly, listening even though thereâs nothing to hear. he speaks low anyway. you circle to the side, careful, capturing the curve of his shoulder, the way his jaw tightens when he focuses.
tojiâs gaze lifts again, slow and deliberate, landing on you.
why does he keep doing that?!
itâs brief. just a glance that lingers a fraction longer, his eyes flick from your face to the camera in your hands and back again, like heâs remembering the photos he saw on your camera.
you feel heat blooming under your skin, pulse kicking hard enough to throw you off guard. you steady your hands, inhaling subtly, pretending you donât feel the way the air shifts when he turns slightlyâŚwhen he ends up closer than before, just at the edge of your frame.
âokay, weâre good,â the manager calls.
the team breaks, the players disperse, but toji stays put for a beat longer, adjusting his sleeve, posture relaxed again, unreadable.
you lower your camera only when itâs over, breath leaving you in a quiet rush you didnât realize you were holding. you donât see him glance at you when you step back to check your photos. you also donât notice the small, satisfied curve of his mouth.
not until youâre feeling a gentle, firm, hand on your waist, and a low voice right against your ear, âsay hi next time. youâre not a stranger anymore.â
your body immediately catches on fire, eyes snapping to the man like a magnet, heart slamming against your ribs as you watch him pull back, emerald eyes meeting yours.
âright, sweetheart?â
your face stings, as you nod quickly, heat pooling deep in your stomach, feeling his thumb caress your hip over your shirt. your lips part, mind dizzy as you glance as his strong forearms, heâs towering over you, slightly leaning down to speak to you in quiet whispers.
âIâll see câya tomorrow, yeah,â he gives your waist a squeeze as he greets you with a kiss to your cheek like some gentleman. then he walks away. and if you werenât a mess before, the casual glance he shoots over his shoulder has a third arrow piercing your heart.
you couldnât contain it anymore. you were consumed by this man. every waking thought was spent daydreaming about himâ his voice, his eyes, his hands, his demeanor. it was intoxicating.
all for you to show up in the lockerroom, the next day, hours before the match. the team is either dressed in their uniforms, or still shirtless, huddling around the white board as they prep for the game.
geto was the second to notice you, after gojo. both their eyes twinkling as they walk up to you. âthey gave you the pass,â geto nods to the press badge around your neck.
you nod, glancing around the lockerroom. it felt tense, the aura suspenseful as the time ticks closer to when they walk onto the pitch.
âget your vip shots, but you better get my photo,â geto hushes in your ear.
âand mine!â gojo blurts, just as a certain coach is stepping out of the steam.
and you feel it. the towel wrapped low around his waist, skin still slick with water that traces unhurried paths down his sculpted torso. his hair is darker when itâs wet, heavier, droplets slide from it and disappear along the hard lines of his shoulders.
your eyes catch his muscles moving when he walks, hard mass, that shifts beneath skin without effort. you swallow thickly, body heating up, stomach fluttering as you catch the trail of dark coarse hair leading down from his navel, and disappearing beneath the towel. your eyes follow it to the bulge you know is under there. your cheeks sting at the thought of it.
you were utterly shameless. as if the two men standing beside arenât still talking to you. but they immediately recognize the shift in your attitude and notice the steam leaving your face. gojo stifles a laugh, as geto sighs. youâre hopeless.
your eyes follow the scars youâve never seen before. the old pale marks catch the light, etched across his side, his pecs, and back, proof of some life before this one. then he turns just enough and your heart stutters, and your panties soak.
ink blooms along his ribs where the towel dips. the tattoos are sharp and intimate, black against his skin thatâs still flushed from the heat. youâve photographed him dozens of times, from every angle, but youâve never seen a peak of a tattoo.
âhow wet are you right now?â
the comment snaps you back, glaring straight at the crystal ocean eyes narrowed in amusement.
âdonât talk to me like that,â you huff, âIâm working.â your attitude really is night and day when it comes to anyone else and toji.
gojo blushes, âI love mean girls.â
you roll your eyes.
âwhatâre you two doing? get the fuck over here,â sukuna snaps.
the team huddles as the fifteen minute timer starts. and thatâs what you should be photographing, but instead you glance back. toji is now pulling up his pants, wet hair still dripping down the expanse of his back. his eyes catch yours for a second, gaze flicking to your camera, tauntingâŚ
his hand subtly cups his crotch, squeezing his girth just to present you with a size, one that has your lips parting with a shaky exhale, heart pounding as you glance between his emerald eyes and the way his forearms flex when he fixes the waistband of his boxers, pulling the material down just a bit that you catch more of the thick patch of hair at his base seeing a peak of it, before heâs fixing himself again.
and once he zips his pants up, glancing at the team as they huddle for some words from the captain before coach steps in, toji walks to you. just a few feet away, your eyes widen in surprise, heart stuttering as you watch him lean down to greet you with a kiss to your cheek, again!
heâs acting like youâre familiar even though this is just your third interaction with himâŚbut maybe you areâŚ
âthought I told you to say hi next time,â he says against your ear, pulling away.
your face heats up, âyou wereâŚ.changing.â
âso?â
you gulp, eyes flicking between his, heart pounding. heâs so close. your breath catches when his scent hits your nose, sandalwood, oak and something deeper under it. his stubble is darker than yesterday, rougher along his jaw, and you realize youâve been staring for too long when the heat creeps up your neck.
he doesnât move away though, he stands beside you, attention forward on sukuna as he speaks. focused, and so aware of youâre attention he has to hold back a smirk. and maybe he doesnât mind messing with you, so his hand remains at your lower back, light, almost absent, but there.
your stomach flips, attention gone. you try to listen, you do. sukuna is talking about positioning, about discipline, about not getting sloppy or something and the room is locking in around you, everyone leaning in. these would be great photosâbut all you can think about is how close he is.
how his hand hasnât moved, every small shift makes your pulse jump. you keep your eyes forward. you donât trust yourself to look at him again.
and that gives toji the opportunity to take you in. his pupils dilate just a fraction as his gaze travels down your body. his eyes zero in on the multiple open buttons of your tight dress shirt. youâre not even hiding yourself, and the sliver of skin that peaks between your pants and shirt doesnât help.
his hand remains over your clothes, heat settling in his stomach when you take a deeper breath and your tits push up, and his eyes shamelessly look down your shirt from his towering height. fuck, he wants a look at that pretty ass tooâ
âcoach! youâre up!â sukunaâs voice cuts through everything, snapping toji back. your gaze whips with it, catching him off guard as you wait for his next move like anything he touches is gold.
he controls himself, giving your waist that same squeeze before his hand leaves you just like that.
you push down the feeling that hits immediately, sharp and cold. but now you can finally breathe properly when he steps away. he moves past the players without rushing â a few of the boys let their eyes roam over youâ toji adjusts his sleeve ignoring the feeling bubbling up when he notices them. and then heâs at the front.
he doesnât raise his voice, doesnât need to now, but he usually gets to that point around the halfway mark. but this was the first time youâre seeing him speak in privateâŚand when he speaks, they all listenâevery single one of them.
gojo notices, gossip second nature to him. but the quick glance your way already has a grin tugging at his mouth before he nudges geto. geto follows his gaze, then sukuna does too, just brieflyâand itâs obvious. painfully obvious. the way your expression softens, the way your attention doesnât wavers. itâs written all over you.
âsheâs actually really hot,â gojo comments.
though you wish you could stand there forever, the time finally comes for the team to head to the pitch, and thatâs when the chaos begins.
not just on the fieldâŚbut off it.
the press box is packed, bodies press against you shoulder to shoulder. the field below is relentless. everything fast, and aggressive, and loud enough that the noise bleeds through everything. you always forget how overstimulating and exhilarating semifinal matches are. but you remember the deal you made with the three stars.
your camera moves with them, tracking their plays, snapping multiple shots of them without hesitation, and then catching the moment when things go wrong...
sukuna gets taken down hard during a penalty shotâand thereâs no whistle. no call.
youâre already shooting when the other team pushes, then scores, and the stadium erupts, but sukuna is on his feet, shouting. the goal should be discounted. the captain was known to be a hot head, but even you could see that the tackle he received was completely brushed off by the ref and he was right.
everyone watches as the team moves forward in defense of sukuna, but also holding him back. the other side meets them just as hard. the crowd shouts as they watch the players shove, yell, and slam into each otherâand through it all you keep shooting. you catch toji too, voice cutting through the chaos as he orders his players to pull sukuna back.
the press talk amongst themselves as halftime quickly breaks up the argument. your feet quickly carry you out of the press box, towards the locker room.
âno locker room access.â
your jaw tightens immediately irritation flaring hot and sharp.
âI have a different badge,â you show the security guard your press ID. the one geto gave you.
âno press allowed, do i need to repeat myself?â the man snaps.
your irritation ticks at your side. fine. whatever. the second you step back, your mind is already running, already circling back to geto. you scoff under your breath, shaking your head as you pace along the corridor, camera swinging lightly at your side.
seriously? all that talk, all that stupid ass convincing, and for what? you were supposed to be there. that was the whole point! you roll your eyes, heat building the longer you think about it, every step feeding into this petty irritation instead of cooling it. were you overreacting âyes, but whateverâif heâs not holding up his end, then why should you?
by the time you make it back up, youâre done. done thinking about it, done entertaining it, done with their stupid deal.
the second half starts and you fall back into rhythm. camera up, focus sharp, and attention on only one thing now, the ballâŚ.
gojo and geto drift near the press box occasionally, clearly expecting something, acknowledgment, a photo, but you donât even bat an eye. not a look, not a flicker, hell, they might as well not exist.
itâs almost satisfying. almost.
the final whistle blows and the stadium erupts, the first leg ended in a draw, preparing for next game to see whoâll continue. cameras around you go wild, capturing every second of it. the quiet annoyance of both teams, the noise in the crowd. but you donât. you lower yours, expression flat, already turning away. itâs petty. a little unfair, but still, you walk.
âyouâre not coming to the locker room?â gojoâs voice follows you, footsteps quick behind yours as you head in the opposite direction.
âwhy would i?â you snap, sharp, not even slowing. âam i even allowed,â thereâs an obvious clip in your tone that has gojo confused.
âwhatâre you talking about?â
âdealâs off.â
huh?!????
gojo barely has time to react, before youâre walking away.
baffled and utterly confused, gojo makes his way back to the locker rooms. the energy is stiff, sukuna is grumbling under his breath about how embarrassing it was to end their first leg in a draw, geto is lounged beside his bag scrolling on his phone, and toji is in the corner talking to the managers. ugh, does no one care that their personal photographer isnât taking photos of them???
they do care.
especially when the next paper comes out and the article is filled with photos taken by other people, not you!
âWHY THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE THAT!??â sukuna shouts, entire body fumming as they all sit outside during practice. sukuna is not the only one pissed, geto is practically seething because there isnât even a single photo of him or gojo.
âwhat is this girlâs problem?! i thought you idiots made a deal with her?!â sukuna snaps, already in a foul mood, but now itâs worse.
geto licks his teeth, jaw ticking, âwe did.â
âI told you guys she was pissed that she didnât come in during halftime,â gojo throws, as if anyone was listening to him after their shitty match.
âso she throws a tantrum because she didnât see coachâs dick during halftime?â sukuna clips.
âshe looked super hot when she was all pissed though,â gojo throws, âsheâd definitely go for me after she realizes how old coach is.â
âwhatâs wrong with you?â geto rolls his eyes, confused how gojo can talk about your looks when you screwed them over. even if he maybe also finds you attractive, it doesnât negate your shitty attitude.
gojo throws his hands up in defensive, âIâm just calling dibs now.â
toji, just a few feet away, strides over after noticing the group no longer doing drills. âwhatâs the hold up!â he grunts, also in a shit mood because of the embarrassing match and then overheating what gojo had said.
âyour stalker fucked us over,â geto snaps, eyes burning into the school paper. âshe didnât even get a pic of you.â
gojoâs eyes light up, âoh shit, yeahâsheâs definitely over you!â
the paper then hits tojiâs chest, his brows furrowing as he holds it up. his eyes glance over the sports section, and just as geto had stated, there wasnât a single photo of him, unless youâre counting the wide shot of the field and you see him standing in the corner, but it definitely was a starch contrast from the streak youâd created.
âso?â toji tosses the paper like itâs nothing, âyou guys playing for the cameras or because you want to win?!â
the men baffled, gasp and scoff. âwe want to win!â
âthen get off your fucking asses! I donât have time to be doing this shit with you all!â he snaps aggressively, uncharacteristically pissed off, whether itâs because of the teams misdirected frustrations, or something else. either way, the school paper is long forgotten beside their bags and the team is splitting into practice teams.
it doesnât matterâŚ
it doesnât matter that you made a deal with suguru geto and satoru gojo. and the captain pushed you to seal that deal with the information about coach â and they broke it. none of it matters! you still shouldâve taken those photos, especially when youâre receiving an earful from your editor, and then sulking through the week of classes.
âwhatâs your problem,â your friend, shoko, cuts in, snapping you back to the campus day festival. you were once again sulking on the picnic bench, ice cream melting in the cup as you stare off.
âyouâre gonna get annoyedâŚâ you mutter, brows pinched in agony.
for most passing by, they immediately steered clear of you, not only did you carry a lethal rbf, your words of âagonyâ really translates to, youâll rip someoneâs head off and if looks could kill, everyone would be dead. it was quite funny, considering how youâre pretty sweet when you want to be, shoko quietly thinks. still, most would rather avoid you, thanking the heavens that you stay behind the camera so you donât interact directly with people.
âdonât start,â shoko groans, piecing together the not so subtle mystery.
you frown, âi didnât even say anything!â you whine even more, glaring at your ice cream. your pretty camera sits on the table beside you, collecting dust when you should be photographing this event. âI just screwed myself over,â your tongue laps at the dripping ice cream.
âagreed.â
your glare snaps to your friend, to which she brushes off with a shrug.
âyou shouldâve taken those photos,â she starts.
âI knowâŚâ
âthen you wouldâve made your editor happy,â
âI knowâŚâ
âand then you wouldnât have to do this event.â
âI know.â
âand youâd have more weird pictures of coach toji.â
your heart drops. eyes snapping to shoko. âwhat?!â
shoko goes mute. suddenly realizing what she said. ânothing.â
âpictures?â you repeat, âI have weird pictures of the coach?? I donâtâwhy would you even say that??â youâre not subtle at all. and shoko feels guilty at your horrible lying skills, but stillâŚshe confessesâŚ
âyou uploaded photos to your drive, when weâd study together,â she tries to hold in her laugh as heat crawls up your neck, âlike more than once.â
you glance away, eyes flicking over your camera, âthatâs it?â
shoko raises a brow. âyeahâŚwhat do you mean?â
you look back, âlike thatâs how you know, itâs not like you heard from someone else or anything?â
shoko shakes her head, âno, who else would know?â
your cheeks are burning at this point, and it was written all over your face now. the realization hit shoko in seconds. ânoâŚâ youâre silent. âdoes the coach know about your photos?â
you donât want to make eye contact.
âhow?!!â
even though it happened days ago, why is it now starting to feel even more embarrassing. maybe because of your cool headed friends reactionâ âit was an accident.â
âhow did he find out though?â shoko pushes.
you cringe, âwellâŚâ you swallow, âwhen I first spoke to him, rememberâŚâ shoko nods, âI let him use my camera because he was interested.â you pause, reliving the humiliation all over again. âthen he kept swiping to see the pics, and just found themâŚâ your hands slap your face, âthatâs not bad!â
shoko is getting second hand embarrassment, âdude.â
âSTOP IM GONNA KILL MYSELF!!â you cry out, humiliation seeping from your pores.
shoko is trying not to laugh, but itâs quite hard not too, especially when youâre groaning like that. âwhat was his reaction?â
âI obviously said it was an accident, and he was like whatever and seemed fine,â you explain quickly, trying to cool the situation. âItâs not bad!â
âokay okay!!â shoko laughs, trying to calm your reaction. however, shoko knows about your huge crush, what she didnât know is about a deal her two friends made with you. heck, she didnât even know that you interacted with them. not until those two men are standing directly behind you, sweaty and pissed. âwhat the hellââ
âI guess you donât know how to keep your word,â geto spits, bag dropping aggressively on the bench beside you.
you jump, then, your eyes flick over your shoulder, immediately rolling them when you see them. you turn back to shoko.
geto snaps. âthere wasnât a single photo of us!â
ânot my problem,â you scoff, attitude returning in seconds, shoko completely used to it. but sheâs shocked that you know gojo and geto. ânot like you guys even played well.â
gojoâs vein bulges, âwe played fucking good, we didnât lose!â
âyou didnât win,â you shrug, cold.
thatâs when gojo and geto both glance up at shoko. shock crossing their expressions. âyou know her?!â they both point down at you.
shoko raises a brow, âsheâs my friend.â
âsheâs a bitchââ geto spits, just to receive the worst glare of his life from you, but he just rolls his eyes. âhow the fuck do you know each other?â
âI just told you sheâs my friend. youâre the ones that screwed her over.â shoko takes your side.
gojo gasps, âwe didnât screw her over! she screwed us over! you saw the paper this weekânot a single highlight!â
you glance at shoko, ignoring the men behind you, âhow do you know them?â
âwe went to high school together,â shoko throws with a bored wave.
frustrated, geto straddles the bench facing you, his hand falls on top of your camera, immediately making you snap your attention to him.
âheyââ
âlisten. our deal was that you get access and then we get photos, you didnât finish your job,â he keeps a grip on your camera. shoko frowns.
âyou guys didnât give me accessâi got like ten minutes before the match, then I couldnât even go in during halftime where everyone was pissed, so whatâs the point?â you snap, getting in his face.
âthe point is that has nothing to do with me!â geto shouts, your eyes pierce his in two, but neither of you back down.
âit literally does though!â
âguys,â shoko and gojo attempt at intervening, but neither of you will back down. especially when geto wonât let go of your camera.
âlet go,â you seethe, hand on the camera as geto flexes, grip strengthening around it.
your heart pounds against your chest, the hot spring sun beats over the four of you, sweat building on your neck while geto scoffs. âyou better take those photos of us this weekââ
âor what?â you glare, âare you seriously threatening me?â you were dripping with ego and confidence, except for the fact that your eyes kept darting to your camera, your poor, expensive, beautiful cameraâ
âis this your first time being threatenedââ
âthe fuck.â
the deep, intimidating voice breaks the argument in seconds. getoâs eyes widen as he feels the gravity taken away from him and being lifted off the seat. the collar of his jersey tightens around none other than tojiâs brutal grip.
your eyes break into hearts, grasping your camera before it clatters back on the table, glancing up to see geto gripping his coachâs forearm.
âsince when do you fucking shout at girls. you?!â toji barks, baffled. sukuna sure, gojo maybe, but geto?!
âI wasnât fucking shouting, we were talking,â geto tsks, neck red from embarrassment.
toji shoves him back. geto slams on the bench. you hadnât realized it but they all looked like they just finished practice, geto and gojo both still in practice uniforms and duffle bags, and coach toji wearing his usual black cargos, and that compression shirt that left nothing to the imagination.
geto scowls, rubbing his back in pain.
âyou were shouting, thatâs why i came overââ
âshe was shouting at me!â
âso what!?â
the table is quiet. a few passerbyâs glance over before quickly walking away. it isnât a shock to know how unbelievably hot your face is right now. especially when coach toji continues his stern lecture to geto.
âyouâre defending some girl that canât keep her word, mind you,â geto mutters, flashing you a glareâhis breath catches. youâre not even looking at him!! shoko stifles another laugh along with gojo, because you really were, truly, unbelievable.
how can you look at someone like that?!? like heâs some idol?! him! a musty ass college coach?!
but none of it mattered, not when tojiâs attention shifts to you!!! a warm heat floods between your legs, as your lips part. then suddenly, you glance awayâŚ
âI actually did shout tooâŚâ you confess, taking accountability. âand kinda screwed them over.â
gojo, geto, and shoko, stare at you in shock.
toji sighs, like some grown ass man (which he is), his hand settles on his hip as the other scratches his hair like heâs surrounded by immature children and figuring out what the fuck to do with you all. so he decides to confess tooâŚ
âi told security not to allow any outsiders.â
your heart drops.
âincluding you.â
oh shit.
the three audience members immediately glance at you, and what none of them, not a single one, expected, is to suddenly see the your eyes tear up.
toji felt a sharp twist in his gut, eyes widening for a moment, before sighing. âit wasnât personal.â
your throat feels dry, unable to look away until now. a tear hits your camera. âhow is that not personal,â you whisper, bottom lip trembling.
shokoâs brows pinch in hurt, at least out of everyone, she knows how much and how long youâve liked this man. and then sulking and nowâ she knows youâre absolutely shattered.
âI needed the team to focus, and youâre press,â he states like some cold fact, and that hurt even more.
your grip tightens on the camera. âbutâŚâ your not a stranger anymoreâŚ. but you canât get the words outâŚyour heart pounds loudly in your ears, the heat surrounding you felt suffocating, and your head was growing dizzier by the second. and the only thing spinning in your mind was how fucking embarrassing this is.
âdonât be upset.â
you manage a small nod, though another tear falls on the camera, and your body freezes. âhow can i not be upset?â your small voice catches toji off guard.
youâre standing up, eyes hot with tears, walking past the esteemed coach.
âwait,â he catches your wrist, âif you have something to say donât just run away.â
youâre fuming, your pretty chest rises and falls, the disappointment turning into built up anger, âI donât have anything to say right now, and itâs stupidââ your hand twists in his grip. âlet go.â
he does.
youâre practically heaving, tempted to turn away, especially when the dryness in your throat gets worse. the stinging behind your eyes burns like hell as you try to rip your gaze away from the towering man. you really are stupidâŚ
toji wets his lip, head tilting as if disinterested, but the cooling in his chest says otherwise. why does he have a weak spot for women?
âwe can talk.â
his words hang in the air. a silent, open invitation for her. itâs a clear sign of his guilt for making this cute college girl cry. he was too blunt, forgetting she isnât one of his boys.
your hand comes up to the bridge of your nose, quietly recentering yourself as this older coach watches. your shoulders rise with a deep exhale, then inhale.
pull yourself togetherâŚ
you nod. cute.
you swallow the embarrassing lump in your throat, clearing your throat. âcan we talk while walkingâŚI have to work,â your usual clipped tone used for everyone except him, comes out, but he can hear the slight shakiness.
âsure.â
gojo, geto, and shoko are left in utter shock. itâs not until you and toji completely disappear into the crowd, do they slowly exchange looks.
âwhatâŚâ
âthe fuck,â geto finishes shokoâs sentence.
gojo stares baffled, âdid we just set them up?!â
getoâs brow jumps up, âwhy is he always saving her like some knight?? and he was the one that screwed us all over!!â
gojo shakes his head in agreement, ânah for real, what the hell, blaming us but itâs all him.â
geto slouches back in the picnic table, rolling his eyes. âstill,â he tsks, âshe didnât have to be so bitchy and not take our pictures. isnât it her fucking jobââ
âhey!â
âow!â geto feels a slap upside the head from brunette, her eyes harsh. âwhat the hell!â
âdonât call girls bitches whatâs wrong with you?!â shoko huffs, baffled by getoâs attitude.
gojo snickers beside the man, âheâs been like this since he met her.â
âI havenât,â he grits, rolling his eyes at the thought of you. âsheâs just aâshe just gets on my nerves.â
âreally because she reminds me of you,â shoko cuts him off. getoâs eyes widen, as gojo breaks into a loud laugh.
âWHAT?!â
âoh god BAHAHA she does!â gojoâs obnoxious laugh sounds like knives stabbing his ears.
shoko hums, âshe has that rbf look, intimidating, very blunt, but also so cute with her friends.â
âcute?â geto frowns.
gojo smiles, âit comes out when youâre hanging out with ussss.â gojo and shoko dramatically strike a cute pose. geto tsks.
the campus was packed with students and faculty roaming to booths and small events. it was the universityâs 102nd anniversary, and as memorable as it is for the students to enjoy the activities during this nice spring day, you couldnât bring yourself to give a shit.
not only did your editor scream at you all week, still pissed about the shit photos you took during the match, he also threatened removal if you didnât take good photos during this event. and now, after sulking with shoko, then procrastinating some more, you decided youâd be able to take such fanatic pictures while your idol and crush trails beside youâŚ.sure.
toji lets out another sigh, hands in his pockets as he stands to your left watching you snap some shots of laughing students beside a booth.
âitâs not a big deal,â you mutter, behind the camera. toji notices the twitch in your fingers. âI overreacted, so itâs whatever.â
toji wets his lip, âsukuna and a couple others jusâ get jumpy with cameras.â
you hum, looking at the photos you just took. âI understand.â
âI didnât know about this deal you did with geto,â toji admits, hand instinctively coming to your waist and guiding you away from some unaware boys shouting and laughing. your cheeks flush, stepping away from his hand. toji notices. âwe didnât have a good game anyways.â
âI know, so it whatever. not a big deal,â you sigh, heat crawling up your neck. this is so embarrassing, so embarrassing! ugh you really donât know how to keep a cool head at all when it comes to this coach. you overreacted during the match, then blamed geto for screwing you over, then almost cried because the coach locked you out on purpose, and nowâ
âI feel bad.â
your heart stops.
toji glances at your manicured nails holding your camera, your cute necklaces dangling on your exposed chest, cleavage glistening from the heat. but then his eyes flick up, and youâre staring at him like heâs holding the entire world.
âI didnât mean to make you upset,â his voice is softer, gentler, nothing like how youâve heard him for months, shouting, harsh. your stomach heats up, face stinging.
his hand, unexpectedly, comes up, feeling your hair between his fingers. âyou work hard, and all your pictures come out so niceâŚâ the compliment hits your heart. âbut I couldnât risk the boys getting distracted.â
your face suddenly twists, lips pursing and jutting out just a bit, your brows pinch. your dewy makeup makes you look like a fucking doll, he thinks. âI was jusâ gonna take photos in the corner, not interview them,â you reply harshly.
âyou saw how they are when they talk to you,â he cuts in. your brow quirks, noticing his sharp inhale. âsweetheart, youâre hot.â
your face bursts into flames, pupils turning to literal swirls, and brain getting fried in seconds.
what?!
your reaction was priceless. toji controls his smirk, thumb brushing your adorable cheek, glancing at your glossy lips then your eyes. âI know youâre a professional, but most of those boys arenât, yâ understand?â
you nod, cheeks sizzling, youâre surprised his thumb isnât burning.
âso you see why I couldnât allow you in the locker room then, and i wonât next time,â he watches you nod again. god, youâre fucking precious.
then, your tongue wets your bottom lip before speaking⌠âare they the only ones that wouldâve been distracted?â
shit. can a grown man really pop a boner that fast?
tojiâs chest heats up, glancing between your pretty eyes filled with hope. this isnât the first time a younger girl has crushed on him, and it also isnât the first time heâs nice to one. but what really got him, is the way youâre maintaining eye contact, almost afraid to look away, and youâre holding your ground against him.
âno,â he admits, âtheyâre not the only ones.â
oh. your lips curve into a smile toji hasnât seen before, and his hand flexes in response. you look like youâre going to eat him alive right there, and heâd let you, no questions askedâ
âthatâs good to hear,â you pull away. you touch your heated cheek with the back of your hand, wetting your lip as you glance over the coachâs flushed face. âyour cheeks are red.â
what?! his eyes bulge, catching you off guard as you break into a loud laugh.
âtch,â he looks away, his own hand rubbing down his face. it really is burning out here. but even so, his emerald eyes look through his fingers at this pretty college girl laughing at him and he doesnât know why his chest warms at the sight.
âI can buy you ice cream. I feel bad now that you had to explain yourself when I was just being the unprofessional one,â you start, already leading him to the nearest ice cream booth.
your camera hangs over your shoulder as you point to your favorite flavor than glance up at him, he points at the cookies n cream. âoh! I love cookies n cream,â you say, reaching for your phone to pay.
ding.
your eyes widen as toji pays instead.
âwhaâit was supposed to be my treat, man,â you huff, accepting the cone he gives you, hand on your lower back as he guides you away from the booth. neither of you batting an eye to the multiple people gawking at the renowned coach of their soccer team, walking around with the hot, rude, student photographer.
âas if Iâd let you pay,â he snorts.
your brows pinch as you take a lick of your ice cream, the cool sensation leveling your body temperature. your eyes narrow at him as he enjoys his ice cream, grateful to have something that cools the heat building up under his skin. âso not fair,â you mutter.
âhow come?â
the two of you walk across the quad, sun still beating down.
âI wanted to use it as an apology,â you say, âI said that.â
âyou donât need to apologize,â he shrugs, casual, unbothered. you huff again. this time toji smiles, scar twitching up. âyou can pay next time.â
your heart skips a beat, stomach doing a stupid flip.
ââŚ.next time.â
toji catches the smile behind your cone, his eyes trailing over the ice cream coating your tongue, your pretty hand wrapped around the waffle as your bracelets clank around your wrists.
âthereâs other things you need to apologize for,â he coolly says, finding a bench and dropping his weight, eyeing you as you sit close beside him. unashamed.
your brow quirks, eyes narrowing, full body facing him, âwhat other things?â
toji shrugs, âwe can talk about it next time.â
âbut I canât just be left in suspense, thatâll give me anxiety?!â
toji snorts, loud. his big tongue is finishing the ice cream so quick heâs already eating the cone. âdonât be anxious,â he says with his mouth full.
you tsk, rolling your eyes, and you donât notice the twinkle in the older coachâs eyes. he can definitely see getoâs point about your attitude, but if he leans overâ
your eyes go wide. stomach flipping.
he takes a bold bite of your ice cream, emerald eyes shut, and thick lashes kissing his flushed cheeks. your heart feels like itâll break from your ribs, then, he opens his eyes. he doesnât pull away yet, instead his tongue cleans his lips, humming in low delight. the heat around you wasnât helping your own body temperature as it skyrockets.
âtasteâs sweeter than mine,â his voice his huskier than before, catching you by surprise, and the heat pools between your legs.
âiââ you canât even form words! your eyes wonât tear away from his lips, and your chest is moving erratically because heâs so close.
âdo you want a taste of mine. I took a bite without asking yoââ
his words cut the minute your lips press against his.
shock prevents him from reacting, eyes going wide. you gave in so quick, sure he was teasing, but still. he could feel the certainty in your kiss, along with the warmth, and anxiety. after a long ten seconds you pull awayâ
you pant against his lips, chest rising and falling, brain scrambled. âi jusââŚâ your heart is beating loudly in your ears. mind trying to keep up with what your body just did. you kissed him. you kissed the coach. the one youâve been idolizing and photographing for monthsâ
âwe can do it again.â his free hand tilts your chin up, lips hovering over yours again. his breath is warm. âkiss me.â
you do.
this time youâre a little bolder. your lips connect with his, soft again, sucking his bottom lip, skillfully. slowly. he brushes your jaw with his thumb, humming in delight just like he did with the ice cream. but the sound goes straight to your core. completely unbothered by the rowdiness of the uni day activities around you. your free hand rests on his thigh, leaning more into the kiss.
âopen,â you murmur against his lips. you can feel the the shit-eating smirk that breaks his face, groaning just low enough to make the heat furiously spread under your skin.
then, his lips part.
his tongue immediately connects with yours. caressing the wet muscle. he tastes the ice cream, delving a little more. it was just so easy taking control, and your little whines are too sweet for him to stop. his jaw opens wider, taking the lead as you follow. his hand cups the side of your face, unexpectedly possessive, ignoring the alarms sounding off in his head.
you had a crush, youâre fucking adorable, and you kissed him. plus, you make these cute sounds when he shoves his tongue against yours, thumb pressing into your cheek. how could he resist?
your grip against his thigh tightens, his back is pressed fully against the bench, while you were practically leaning over him, trying to swallow him whole.
âbreathe,â he mutters, lips hovering close, waiting for you to inhale. his scar quirks up, youâre so cute. his thumb brushes your cheekbone again, eyes glancing between your fluttering lashes. âif we keep kissing, Iâll have a problem.â
your face burns, eyes darting down to the tent pressing up near your hand. and unlike toji, you let your second ice cream of the day melt and fall to the ground. you were a mess. you carefully lean back in your seat, the sudden space between you allowing you to take another deep breath. being near coach toji is intoxicating. itâs not that you didnât feel like yourself, but you definitely throw all common sense out the door when heâs in front of you.
âare you staying to see the booths and stuff?â you clear your throat, trying to ease your erratic heartbeat.
toji finds it cute. his hand once cupping your face, slides down to brush the hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing the multiple earrings that dangle from your piercings. youâre much more stylish than he isâŚyour accessories, the cute tank top that hugs your breasts, and embroidered low rise flared jeans.
ânah, gotta drive back home so i can take my son to practice.â
toji eases, not a single thing can bother him. it was a routine, the subtle throw away line about having a son that scared off many young women, or had them wanting a one night stand with the older dilf. so his eyes flick over you, the second he finishes his sentence.
your freeze.
your blood runs cold, eyes flicking down to his ring finger.
even if youâre looking, you know he isnât married. you know. youâve been photographing him for months, and not a single time have you ever seen him daunt a ring on his finger.
âthereâs no one waiting for him at home?â you question, wetting your lip.
tojiâs fingers slide from your earrings to the dried ice cream on your chin. ânah, if Iâm late heâll go to his friends house.â
you nod, anxiety slowly dissipating. âhow old is he?â
âten.â
your eyes light up, âmy nephew is just a year older, thatâs when they get really fun to hang out with,â your voice is so light and sweet, toji has to shove down the weird somersault his stomach does.
âreally?â toji is not convinced. âall my son does is give me attitude and bully everything i do.â
you laugh, waving your hand, âyeah they get super opinionated, but itâs funnyâtrust trust heâs just doing it because youâre an easy target.â
âIâm an easy target.â
you nod, waving a hand again, âyour his dad, my brothers and i were the same to our parents.â
brothers? toji doesnât comment how that peaks his interest, but he naturally asks, âhow many siblings do you have?â
âthree older brothers,â you nod.
damnâŚ.toji hums, that explains your attitude and how you can handle getoâs bitchy moods. what also quietly settles in his mind is how your oldest brother would probably be around his age, considering your nephew is a year older than megumi. is that why youâre easily holding a conversation this longâŚmaybe the age gap isnât that big thenâŚ
âthey were so freakin bossy, definitely why i pushed to dorm away from them,â you huff, toji zoning back into your rambling. it was cute watching you talk mindlessly, hands waving making your bracelets clank against each other. the sweat glistened across your skin, making you look eternal, which is amusing since youâre just talking.
but still, toji is the one to lean up this time. his hand settling on your waist as a anchor and he presses a firm kiss to your warm cheek.
your glossy lips part in shock, heart stuttering again. unbothered, toji casually stands up, towering over you as his hand gently settles atop your head. âi haveâta get going, but Iâll see you next week for the match. Iâll also let em know you can come in before and after the game, but not during halftime. okay?â
you nod.
âIâll see yaâ sweetheart.â
and with a wink, he solidifies the fourth arrow straight through your heart.
â
it was very likely that your entire week looked like sunshine and rainbows, all because you had a full on make out session with your idol on a park bench. you couldnât bring yourself to care much about anything elseâwell except for your job. you had to scramble to get photos after toji left, afraid of staying on your editorâs bad side.
luckily you pulled through, and convinced him to keep you on for the semi final match this coming weekend.
which leads you to your current blissful state. watching toji speak to the team in the locker rooms. unlike last time, you grabbed different shots, smiling every time toji glanced at the camera, but frowning any time any of the other boys looked.
âsurprise surprise, couldnât stay away too long,â gojo cooâs after the team breaks to finish changing.
âdonât bother me or I wonât take photos of you,â you throw, eyes flicking up at the tall man.
gojo pouts, âbut Iâm just talking to you,â his words drag.
geto is scowling a few feet away, jaw tightening and relaxing, until he finally comes up to you. your attitude shifts, eyes narrowing up. geto holds eye contact, chest rising with a subtle inhale. but once he exhales, his shoulders ease, and his eyes close, the fakest smile youâve ever seen graces his naturally attractive features.
âIâm looking forward to seeing your photos after the game.â
your lips purse, brow quirking. âyeahâŚâ
geto leaves. shortly after, the team gets called out. gojo utters the same line geto had just said, but much more cheerfully, all while toji walks up to you. brow furrowing at the two athletes as they walk towards the exit.
âthey still bothering you?â
your eyes light up the moment you see him. âsâ fine,â your pretty lips pull into an easy smile, unexpectedly warming the coachâs heart. is it that easy to smile because of him?
âIâll tell them to fuck off again,â his voice is naturally deep, hand subconsciously roaming up to the strap of your camera.
you smile, âokay.â
god, youâre really cute. his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and easily locking lips with you.
youâre immediately caught off guard, but his hand is so firm on your cheek, you just melt. your lashes flutter shut, leaning in more. heâs so big and tall. your cheeks sting, humming against his lips, trying to fight off the butterflies in your stomach. but itâs worse when he pulls away, and your heart leaps into your throat as he brushes his rough thumb against your lip, dragging the spit across the plumpness.
âIâll câya after.â he winks.
you barely feel your feet when you step back out onto the field. your camera in hand, strap tight around your neck, everything exactly where it should be, and still, your entire body is giddy.
tojiâŚ.toji toji tojiâ
you press your lips together, trying to fight it down, but itâs useless. your mouth keeps twitching, threatening to break into a smile and you canât help it! he kissed you. twice now! like it was nothingâ
you snap a shot.
sukunaâs first goal. the team and stadium erupts, and youâre already capturing it, body moving before your thoughts can catch up. you donât need your editor screaming at you this time, so you shift angles, crouch lower, shoot through. geto lines up for a penalty shot, and you catch that too. the strike, the follow-through, and the way the net snaps back as the ball hits. you donât miss a second of it.
butâŚinevitablyâŚyour lens driftsâŚto him. you canât help it!
tojiâs on the sidelines, where he always is. his sleeves are pushed up again, pacing, shouting, running a hand through his hair. you catch the flex of his arm, his biceps bulge and you feel heat pooling between your legs. you catch the drag of his palm across his broad huge chest, the set of his jaw when gojo almost tackles into another player.
you shouldnât be taking this many photos of him. you know that, but you take them anyway. your chest feels tight with every picture, cheeks still burning, and your smile impossible to get rid of.
halftime comes and goes, and you donât even try to get into the locker room this time. instead, you linger with the rest of the press, nodding along to conversations, camera hanging loose in your hands. you donât care. not really. not when your mind keeps replaying itâhis hand on your face, the way he looked at you after, the wink.
the second half starts and youâre back in position immediately. getting more action shots of the playersâugh but you keep stealing other moments tooâŚsmall unnecessary ones. his biceps when he folds his arms. the scratch of his chest. the tilt of his head as he watches the field.
your thoughts donât stop. why did he kiss you? why did he kiss you again? what is that supposed to mean? is he going to kiss you again??
the spiral doesnât fully come to an end until the pitch breaks out into celebration. the team is off to the finals!
managers and the rest of the team flood the pitch as the stadium breaks out. you do your best to get the best shots of the team together, and you stay after to capture them talking to journalists, and press. unaware of the coach that slips away.
you follow the team and a couple managers back to the locker room as they continue celebrating. you canât help the smile about how happy they are, they played well.
âhow was the match?â geto corners you quickly.
âgood,â you nod casually, fixing your flash. âyou guys played really well.â
getoâs brow quirks. thatâs niceâŚ.his lips purse. âI scored.â he mutters, glancing at the multiple piercings on your ear as you tuck a hair behind it.
âyeah, it was a nice shot,â your eyes flick over your camera before glancing up to meet his eyes, testing, âyou wanna see?â
his eyes narrow again, âno.â
heâs quick to ignore your eye roll, as he points over his shoulder. âcoach is calling for you.â
you canât control the way your head whips to geto, then following the direction heâs pointing at. you donât hesitate, your legs carry you across the locker room, and into the steamed shower room.
your heart hammers against your chest, putting the lens cap back on your camera and carefully sliding it off your shoulder, afraid to step further in until you put it back in your bag.
a single curtain is closed. shower running.
âcoach toji?â your voice echos.
there a beat of silence, thenâŚ
âthat you, sweetheart?â
you flush. controlling the smile that breaks your face as you hum, âyeah.â
the shower is still running, steam collecting in the room. your heart is beating erratically, you barely register anything aside from the fact that coach toji is definitely one hundred percent fully nude just a few feet away. his clothes are laid on his duffle on the bench beside the door.
âsweetheart?â
you jump. âyeah?â
âyou gonna come in?â
you blink. again, then once more. thenâ âWHAT?â
your screech bounces off the tile floors, making you shrink at how loud you are. but it was a normal reaction. he just asked you if you wanted to come in? how else would you reactâ
âleave your things by my bag,â he doesnât even react, like what heâs saying is the most casual kind of flirting. the kissing was one thing, but thisâŚ
your camera is zipped back in your bag, and in seconds, youâre peeling your panties off standing completely naked in the middle of a shower room. goosebumps break out, necklace and bracelets still on as your nipples harden.
whatâre you doing, seriously?
one, this is highly unprofessional (whatever). two, you havenât even gone a date with this man. and three, w-why would he even ask you to come in?!?! does he like you?! he doesâhe has tooâ
your bare feet pad against the steamed tiles until you reach the curtains. your hands wonât stop shaking, face burning hot, and lips parting as you let out a shaky exhale. then, you slowly pull back the curtainsâ
âcome in before someone sees you,â is what you hear just as youâre being dragged into the steaming water, curtain pulled closed behind you.
the steam wraps around your skin instantly, thick and suffocating. your pretty nipples perk up in seconds. and standing right in front of you is the 6â5 two hundred pound man. water cascading down his body in slow, steady streams. you donât even realize youâve stopped breathing until your chest tightens, and your hands hover close to his forearm.
youâre so close.
your gaze is eye level with his broad solid chest, rising and falling slow and controlled like none of this affects him. like you standing in front of him naked is something he expected. but your too dazed to care. especially when you follow the droplets sliding over his muscles, catching the shallow lines as you continue going lower, and lower. the heat pools more obviously between your legs as you see the thick patch of dark coarse hairâŚthen you see it.
your face burns hotter, stomach flipping hard making you even dizzier.
his cock twitches under your gaze. your knees almost buckle just at the sight. itâs huge. you have to suppress a whine, lashes fluttering as you feel a strong hand cup your chin.
âsay hi first,â his voice is unbelievably deep, tearing your gaze away from the monster between his legs. his dark forest green eyes sink into you.
âhi.â
shit. he bites back a groan, eyes trailing down your naked body. nipples already perky and standing all pretty for him. his hand comes up, cupping the side of your face as he leans down, lips colliding with yours.
you whine immediately. your lips move together, tongues colliding as your hands slide up his muscular chest, feeling the deep ridges of his abs as he holds the side of your face, dominating the kiss.
it was overwhelming, the shower box, his body heat, his cock touching your thigh, it was all making you dizzy in the best ways possible. he pulls away, letting you catch your breath, but he stays close, brushing his lips over yours like itâs not enough. because it isnât.
âdid anyone see you come in?â he husks, hand still cradling your face as the other brushes your naked waist, pulling you closer. your skin is so soft under his palm.
âno,â you shake your head adorably, tongue poking out to wet your lip, âI donât think so.â
the older coach hums, his hands freely roaming your side as he nudges your nose with his. âgood,â is all he adds before he resumes the heated make out.
your tongues collide and caress, jaw falling slack as you moan a little louder when he grips your ass. groaning into your lip when your arms lock around his shoulders, wet chest pressing against his. you were such a sweet tasting girl.
his hand nudges your thigh. âjump.â
you gasp when he easily picks you up, back already pressed against the tiled wall. the hot water cascades down his back as he continues kissing you. âwere you mad at me?â
you pull away, breath hot as you glance at his features. heâs so handsome, your hand cups his face, pushing his drenched raven hair back. âwhy would I mad?â
âbecause I kept ya out during halftime.â
you shake your head, lips curving as you trace his wet eyebrows, chest rising and falling. âno,â you drawl, wetting your glossy lips again. âI was jusâ confused about how much you kiss me.â
his scar tugs up, biting back a smirk threatening to break free. âyou kissed me first.â
âthat one time.â
âyou started it,â he leans close, lips brushing yours, âso you canât blame me for getting hooked.â his eyes are lidded. âitâs really hard for me to break bad habits.â
this time you kiss me.
youâre so unbelievably hungry for this manâs affection, you can ignore all the blaring red light going off in your head. heâs so hot, heâs so big, and heâs so fucking sexy! your mind has been completely and utterly fried and you donât care.
âfuck, youâre dripping,â toji husks, his finger collecting your juices from your pussy, groaning at how turned you are. âkissing me makes ya feel that good? your cunt always dripping like a fountain?â
âyeah-aahââ your lips part as he shoves a finger inside. he groans against you, chuckling at the choked whines leaving your pretty lips, your nails dig crescents along his shoulder.
his lips trail down your neck, tongue flattening against the wet skin and licking until you squirm a cute whimper. his smirk is impossible to hold back. he sucks a dark bruise as another finger pushes in your fluttering hole.
âc-coachââ you gasp, lips so wet from spit. you try to look down at his fingers pistoning inside you. every muscle on his body flexing, keeping you up like you weigh nothing, while fingering you against the little shower wall. âfu-fuck, Iâm gonnaâcu-uhmââ
it really is too much for your obsessed brain.
coach tojiâs fingers are inside you. heâs kissing you like heâs hasnât pleasured a woman in years. and his groans are going straight to your pussyâ
âI wanââŚcoachââ your whine drawls a little longer, thighs shaking, and arms locking around him, head falling to neck.
the older man chuckles close to your ear, voice deep and husky as you fall apart, in his arms. hugging him like heâs your savior. his fingers curl, slowly pumping you through your orgasm. âthat was quick. my baby hasnât cum in awhile?â he says as a matter of a fact, but you just hug him closer, lips pulling away to trail kisses up his neck. your fingers coarse through the back of his head, grasping them as you kiss the corner of his mouth.
âitâs bâcause of you, toji.â you kiss his scar, panting as he pulls his fingers out and lifts you up suddenly, hooking his arm under your knee.
âyou want a good fucking princess?â
you nod frantically, cheeks dewy and stinging, as you glance over his face then his chest, then you feel his cock between your slick folds.
âitâs a big stretch,â he mutters against your lips. âyou saw.â
you nod, nervous stirring at the way heâs preparing you. but you donât break away. you doubt you physically can, when your mind is only screaming his name over and over.
âI can take it, coach,â you nod, determined.
âyouâre so fucking cute,â he snorts, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he kisses your lips in quiet reassurance. âever take a cock this big?â
you shake your head, water droplets falling from the tips of your hair. your pretty necklaces still wrapped around your neck, all wet and glistening between your perky breasts.
âitâll hurt,â he strokes himself underneath you, thumb running over his tip multiple times before lining it with your pretty clit and teasing you. âthen youâre gonna cry.â you gulp, nodding along. âthen youâre gonna tell me to stopââ
âI wonât!â
he snorts. âitâs okay if you do.â
you shake your head, âI wonât Iâll be okay. okay coach? I can take it, I wanâ you inside me. please.â
the tug to his heart is immediate. how can it not be when this cute hot girl is begging him to fuck her? but he canât even formulate this emotional string thatâs tying him to you. the only physical response coming out is this fucking erection that feels like the most painful shit heâs experienced, twitching after he first spoke to you and then again when you kissed him. surely itâs disgustingâŚ.an older man like him getting that quickly turned onâŚ
but maybe it was the way heâs only felt this tug in his chest one other time in his life, and even if it didnât end the way he wanted, he never regretted pursuing his baby mama.
so heâs all in right now.
âdeep breath, sweetheart.â
you inhale sharply, just as toji pushes his engorged tip past the tight rim of your pussy, and you suddenly clenchâ
âshit!ââ
your eyes widen, âI donât feel anything,â you mutter, glancing down to see his ears burning a deep shade of red.
âyour cunt squeezed me too early and shoved me out,â he wets his lips, as he crashes his lips against you. ârelax, baby,â he husks.
you whine against his dominating mouth, lower body relaxing as he lines up again and the moment you ease up, he snaps his hips in.
âangh!ââ
your jaw slacks, and he continues kissing, groaning at the unbelievable tightness thatâs squeezing every corner of his tip.
âMmm so warm, took me in good,â he groans, rocking his hips and grabbing a handle of your ass. âyouâre gonna make me feel good?â
you nod, lips connecting with his, itâs messy, teeth clashing, spit mixing.
tojiâs guttural groan echos through the shower, bouncing off the tiles as he rocks his hips, going in inch by inch, until heâs finally shoving his entire length deep inside your cunt with one mean thrust.
âfhuckââ he chokes, jaw slacking as you clamp around him again. âfull?â
you nod, brain scrambled as you glance at your tummy, cheeks stinging at the obvious bulge. âkeep going,â you pant, securing yourself better as he grunts, pulling out and snapping his hips back.
it was mind numbing, toji holding you up with his strong arms hooked under your knees, hands gripping each ass cheek as he ruts into you like a beast in heat. the squelch and clapping was deafening as it bounced off the walls, the steam enveloping you closer as your whines flow right into his ear.
ânghhhâgettinâ me worked up,â thrust. âwhen you squeeze me,â thrust. âwith this tight.â thrust. âfucking.â thrust. âcunt!â
his massive cock is stretching you in ways you never couldâve imagined. his blunt tip slams into your cervix with every thrust. your thighs shake, eyes filling with unshed tears as your nails dig into his tough skin.
âmâ s-sorryâhaah ah coaâahh! it feels sâ fuhhâfuhâme ple-easeeâahh!â your pretty lips were so glossy, drool coming down as water droplets fall from your pretty breasts with each vicious slam of his hips.
he was unforgiving. and his laugh like groan didnât help your pussy from fluttering and tightening around his chubby cock. you can feel every thick pulsing vein and ridge. it was numbing your brain to mush. your fingers curled into his hair, tugging as he gives your ass a mean, violent, spank!
âangh!â your eyes bulge, a wave of heat crashing into you.
toji laughs, gripping your ass as he quickens his pace. âadmit it,â he husks, voice condensing, and eyes dark with lust. âthis is what yaâ wanted.â youâre falling apart around his cock, and heâs not slowing down, even as the tears finally break, making you look even more irresistible. youâre gasping like you canât breathe. âyou always wanted the coach to fuck you. taking those dirty photos of my bulgeânghh!â thrust. âimagining how big my dick is.â thrust. âhow big is it baby, tell me.â thrust!
you were fucked dumb.
your face is flushed, eyes glossed over, as you whine like a full blown slut. and even with your two orgasms in a matter of minutes. your mind was still screaming one thing: toji.
âcâmon baby, I know youâre still with me,â he snorts, ears red, and body flushed with sweat as he feels his climax edge closer. âtell meâfuckâhow big is it?â
your stupid brain catches his words, and your fingers dig into his neck as you gasp and moan, the stimulation of his massive cock slamming into you was ruining you. mentally and physically. it was humiliating. but stillâŚ
âhaahâfuh itsâ itâs so bigâ i wanâ you to cum in me! please âwanâ your cum so bad, wanna feel your big fat cock cum inside my pussy tojiâahh!â
anothet sharp spank takes your breath away.
toji is at a loss.
his grunts grew louder and thrusts sloppier, until finally, he gave you one final thrust, and stilled. his ass tightens, body pressing you into the tiled walls, face buried in your neck, and teeth sinking into your shoulder. toji completely unravels in the shower, holding up a pretty college girl that whines so beautifully in his ear he thinks heâd never cum this hard again, but sure enoughâ
your adorable whine has him rutting shallow thrusts into your pussy, like a fucking dog. his cum pumping out as he continued stuffing you full, purposely milking out ever drop as his dark wet pubes rubbed against your puffy clit.
you both catch your breath. your lashes wet from tears, as the water from the shower head fills the silence. after a moment, toji pulls away from your neck, his lidded eyes, hypnotizing as he stares up at yours.
you donât know why you suddenly feel shy. your cheeks burn as the emerald irises bore into your own. lips parting, and a gentle hand coming up to his cheek. you brush back the raven hair flattening against his features, smiling softly when his full face comes into view.
and he couldâve sworn you looked like an actual angel at this moment.
your eyes twinkled above, face illuminating in the dark shower, and body glistening like youâre an eternal being.
âtojiâŚâ the soft call has his heart doing something it hasnât done in years. and that has his soft cock twitching inside you. âIâm,â you lean closer, arms wrapping around his shoulder, lips hovering near his, breasts smushed against his chest. your confidence comes back the moment you feel the man lean closer..but you continue. âI hope you donât thinkâŚi wanted to have sexâŚjust because i thought your dick was really big.â
toji blinks.
then he does the worst thing ever.
he laughs.
your cheeks sting, watching his head fall back in loud laughter. your hand flys to your face, embarrassed. âIâm being serious!â you yell.
toji laughs louder, body shaking as he lifts you up, his cock slipping out. he carefully sets your shaky feet down on the wet tile. the height difference returns, making you even more ticked off, your little attitude was oozing out, and his slick cock couldnât help but twitch against his thigh at your pouting.
god, youâre fucking hot.
he brings your attention back to him. hands cupping your face, tilting your head to look up at him. your brows are pinched together, and lips pulled in a subtle scowl.
toji smirks. âdonât worry, I know you also took pictures of my face.â
you flush, rolling your eyes. âthose were accidents.â
âso you just wanted pictures of my dick?â
your eyes widen, âno! i told you they were all accidents.â
toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to your level, making your tummy flip âyouâre fucking cute, but letâs not lie to adults.â
âIâm an adult though,â you raise a brow, pushing back, and god if that wasnât the hottest thing ever.
but still, tojiâs easygoing smile remains on his playful lips, âitâs embarrassing. i understand,â he softens the blow as your face heats. it was humiliating when he found those pictures, âtaking photos of the coach like that. but nowâs the time to take some accountability.â
you lick your teeth, eyes boring into him, narrowing. but itâs toji. toji is asking. and you canât hold back any longerâŚ
you exhale, glancing away, even though heâs still cupping your face. âyeah, obviously I took those photos on purpose,â your eyes meet. âhappy?â
water is still running down his shoulders as he keeps your face tucked carefully in his hands like youâre something precious despite the grin threatening to split across his face again.
but then toji smirks. âecstatic.â
your eyes narrow immediately, âyouâre so annoying.â
he huffs another laugh under his breath, quieter this time, thumbs brushing over your heated cheeks. standing this close to him is ridiculous now that the adrenalineâs settling. heâs huge. his broad chest still damp against yours, muscles flexing every time he shifts, towering over you while you stand there completely naked except for the necklaces youâre wearing. the little gold chains glisten under the shower head, delicate against flushed skin, and tojiâs eyes flick down to them for a second before returning to your face.
that look in his eyes makes your stomach tighten all over again. he knows heâs not trying to be mocking, or casual like before. itâs fondness.
âthose shots were real creative, sweetheart,â he says, voice rougher now. ânice and close too.â
you groan, immediately trying to shove his chest, but he barely moves. âoh my god, can you let it go already?â
âcanât,â he answers easily. âbeen thinkinâ about it for weeks.â
your face burns hotter. weeks?!
toji watches it happen in real time, watches the attitude crack just enough for embarrassment to slip through, again. and it does something terrible to him. youâre sharp with everyone elseâcool, hard to impress. heâs seen it. seen the way you brush off gojo and geto without a second thought. but with him? you melt.
even now, glaring up at him with your brows pulled tight, lips still swollen from kissing, legs trembling from the multiple orgasms, trying so hard to stay irritated while your body keeps betraying you. itâs fucking adorable.
âdonât look at me like that,â you mutter weakly.
âlike what?â
âlike you know things.â
his grin widens instantly. âbut i do know things now.â
what proceeded after was the thirty something year old coach, dropping to his knee and lifting your leg up, burying his face between your legs like a starving man. your lips part in shock.
but still, as toji works your pretty body to another orgasm, tongue shoved inside, cleaning this little pussy up, jaw slack as he gulps down his own cum. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging whenever heâd give your clit a mean rough suck, cheeks hollowing. his hand, grips your ass from behind, squeezing and slapping as he pleased, until you were falling apart.
afterwards, he cleaned you up. this time with some soap. his big hands roamed your body, every crevice and curve, hands massaging your breasts as he had your back pressed to his chest, chuckling when youâd whine. thumbs tugging playfully. hand rubbing between your legs, head tucked in your shoulder as he watches your smaller hands hold his forehead, face hot.
âtoji,â you whine, embarrassed, as he teasing a finger against your hole again.
âwhat,â he smirks, watching your reactions, âIâm jusâ cleaning you up.â
heâs a fucking perv. but still, he teases you through the whole shower, keeping you close to his body and even letting you wash his back, admiring the muscles and ink that decorate his skin.
eventually, he steps out first, keeping you inside so he can grab an extra towel. his own wrapped around his waist.
that was the start of all of it.
three months laterâŚ.
you and shoko are sitting out in the quad. table covered in assignments and forgotten laptops. all while you explained to shoko how your weekend went.
âno, we definitely got along. megumi is so cute!â you gush about the ten year old, describing how your first meeting went. toji had spoken about you enough to prepare megumi, waiting until the right time to introduce you both.
and now, youâre going to every single one of their soccer games, toji and megumiâs.
and eventually, after another hour passes by. a group of athletes comes walking down the path. covered in sweat, holding their duffles, and behind them is a very hot coach, already breaking into a smile when you jump up.
âtoji!â
it was a routine. your arms thrown around his shoulders, as he lifts you up with one hand. zero regard for any pda, as he kisses you deeply. smiling as you hum, pecking him over and over.
âwhy do you guys look like that?â shoko grimaces, looking at gojo and geto who look far worse than the rest of the team that leave.
geto scowls, glaring at his best friend, âfucking coach overhead him again.â
shoko shakes her head, rolling her eyes, at the white haired idiot. âyou need to stopââ
âitâs been three months and sheâs not over that old man?!â
âheâs not even that old!â shoko defends.
but gojo scowls harder, glancing over his shoulder at you laughing and talking, hands animated, like the man in front of you was holding the world. âitâs always the mean girls.â
shoko frowns, âyouâre messed up in the head.â
but even geto narrows his eyes when toji wraps a possessive arm around you, glaring up at the two players.
it was clear as day.
youâre his.
a/n: this was LOONG overdue, mb guys!!! but i hope you all enjoyed it!!! ahhhh i love coach toji sososososo muchâlike its a serious problem, i cant make reader behave normally when its toji, like she has to be obsessed with himmm
anyways, the next oneshot will def be the frat gojo fic! possibly thinking of frat geto after this oneshot too bc i put in some little easter eggs about how they both kinda lean into mean girls so stay tuned! â (divider by @/strangergraphics)
synopsis: michael working on his new album âbadâ has him occupied all day, everyday for weeks on end. as his wife, youâre rightfully frustrated in more ways than one. so, when you hear a female voice in the background during a phone call to the studio â you canât help but want to claim whatâs yours.
warnings: sexual themes, smut, 18+
Hayvenhurst had never been this quiet.
Usually, the large mansion was filled with noises of laughter, joy and, more often than not, pure ecstasy from you and your husband.
However, as of late, Michael had been occupied from early hours of the morning, to late at night, when he would trudge home in an exhausted state, curl up against your slumbered frame and fall asleep. And, by the time youâd be waking up, he was already gone. You understood that being the wife to a global superstar had its perks and drawbacks â and when it came to writing and producing an album, the drawbacks were more prominent.
It was late on a Saturday night when you found yourself more bored than usual.
Maybe you were overthinking it, or maybe it was because you hadnât seen, heard from or touched your husband in 3 days. 3 long, excruciating days. Michael usually would call, but it seemed the concentration and focus the album needed was at the centre of his mind.
So, you had situated yourself in front of the television â a movie youâd already seen twice playing in front of your tired eyes. Barely focusing on what the actors were saying â you drifted off to a place where your husband was. Picturing him sat beside you â warm, salty popcorn in a bowl and a freshly squeezed orange juice in hand, giggling away at a movie he loved.
The soft smile that had crept onto your face slowly sank away into the depths of despair at the reminder your man wasnât here, and you had no idea when youâd next see him.
You knew you could see him if you really wanted to by paying Westlake Recording Studios a visit, but, Quincy Jones was a perfectionist like Michael, and any unnecessary distractions this close to finishing the album were not permitted to enter the studio.
And you were definitely a distraction to Michael.
Despite being a busy man, whenever you did spent time together, by God did he make up for lost time. That man would spend 50 days and 50 nights making up for any time youâd spent apart by showering you in irrevocable affection to show you just how much he missed you too.
With an exaggerated yawn, you glanced at the glistening gold watch around your wrist, one Michael had gifted you for your 4th wedding anniversary. Mumbling about the time, the numbers 20:38 stared back at you.
âTime to get ready to sleep alone, againâ You thought to yourself.
Sighing dramatically, you pushed yourself off the couch, switching off the television and dragging your tired feet towards the stairs. The house was always eerily dark and quiet at this time of night, especially being alone, leaving goosebumps down your arms as you reached your even quieter bedroom.
A wave of sadness hit you as you observed your cold, dark and pitiful bedroom â once filled with glistening low lighting, a bottle of Champagne and love-making all night, giggling with your other half. Now, the total opposite.
And the worst thought of it all â even when the album was finished, you knew heâd be touring, and youâd either be stuck at home alone permanently or living on the road for the next year. Either way, youâd do anything for Michael â which agitated you even more.
There was no one better â he was the one for you, the one you promised at the alter that youâd be there, sickness and in health, for better and for worse. This was the worse they were referring to. You loved him more than life itself to ever leave him â itâd break your heart more than this loneliness ever would.
For now, youâd wait for his call. Sit around all night, yawning and rubbing your tired eyes â awaiting a call that would never come, before succumbing to sleep and kicking yourself in the morning for not staying up for him.
Brushing away the negative thoughts that corrupted your mind, you trudged to the bathroom, deciding a floral scented body cream to flood your nostrils would hopefully cheer you up. Grabbing the large bottle, you squeezed a small amount out of the tube â rubbing the delightful smelling cream into your arms, your eyes locking on the phone on your nightstand.
âIf he didnât call by 10 oâclock, youâd call.â You decided, knowing that the next hour would be spend watching the time, feeling as though watching paint dry would be quicker. But, what else would a viciously devoted wife do?
Once your body was slicked with the fanciest lotion Michael couldâve possibly bought, just because, you slipped under the covers of your four-poster bed, the Emerald green, satin bedsheets sliding over your skin like water as you settled down.
21:05, Check the clock.
21:18, Sigh irritatingly at the ceiling.
21:25, Rest your eyes for a moment to pass the time.
21:29, Surely at least 10 minutes had gone byâoh, no, just 4 minutes!
"Oh, fuck this." You mumbled to yourself, ignoring the 21:34 on the clock metaphorically screaming âYouâre weakâ at you as you picked up the phone and dialled the number to Westlake Studios.
The sound of the phone ringing droned on throughout the room â your nails tapping impatiently on the handle, your bottom lips being gnawed on as you waited.
"Hello, Westlake Recording Studios, this is Susie, how can I help?"
"Hi Susie. Iâm sure I donât need to tell you why Iâm calling, huh?" You chuckled into the phone, knowing your voice was recognisable by now.
"Oh, good-evening, Mrs Jackson," She replied, a smile evident in her voice, "Let me check with Mr Jones that heâs available, okay? Give me a sec, sweetie."
"No problem."
A rustle, a click and the sound of the hold music indicated Susie, the receptionist at Westlake, was calling Quincy Jones to make sure your husband wasnât knee deep in a song. Knowing your husband, he probably was.
Click! "Hey, sweetie, just gonna connect you now."
Butterflies erupted in your stomach like a lovesick teenager at the confirmation you were about to speak to your husband, having to bite back a smile at the thought of hearing his sweet voice.
Click! "Baby?"
Oh, Lord, it was better than you imagined.
You sighed a sweet relief, "Oh, darling, itâs so good to hear your voice." You admitted straight off the bat, "Hi, my love."
Michael laughed, a smile that hurt your cheeks creeping up onto your face, "Hi, sweet girl, are you okay?"
"Iâm so much better now Iâm talking to you." You spoke, clutching the phone in two hands in desperation, "Mikey, I miss you so much."
"I know, baby, I miss you too." Michael agreed, "Iâm coming home tonight, so donât fret that little head anymore, okay?"
"Really?"
"Yes, really, my baby, I canât wait to hold you." His voice as sweet as sugar, echoing in your brain like an addiction begging to be tended to, "My beautiful wife all alone â makes me so sad."
"So alone." You pouted, craving to be babied, "Need you so bad, Mike." You whispered.
Michael breathed out a laugh, your grin deepening as you pictured his flustered face behind the phone â blush creeping onto his face at your suggestive words, "Oh, darling." He whispered, "I love you, I hope you know that."
"I love you so much more." You sighed, "The house is so quiet and boring without you."
"I know, I know. Iâm sorry Iâve left you for so long â things have been hectic here. Yâknow how Quincy gets when the albumâs nearly finished, he just gets so excited and just wants to make that push to the finish line without stopping."
"I know." You mumbled, toying with the phone cord, "I just canât wait to have you all to myself."
"Wonât be long, baby. Only a few hours."
"Mm, I canât waiâ" "Mikey, come back, the album wonât finish itself!"
Silence filled the room as your eyes widened, the smile wiped clean off your face as the reality of what you just heard hit you.
A female voice â calling your husband the nickname you have for him, beckoning him back to the studio. A voice laced with an undertone you didnât like nor want to hear the other end of the phone knowing she was with your man and not you.
Absolutely the fuck not.
"O-Okay, Coming!" Michael called out, "Baby, I gotta go."
"Who was that?" You pressed, your eyebrows knitted together.
"Oh, just another producer. Iâll speak to you later, okay? Donât wait up for me. Love you."
Click! Beeeeep!
Your jaw dropped, moving the beeping phone away from your ear as the line disconnected. You blinked, in utter shock at the conversation that just occurred in your ear without even a second to process.
Your brain ran a mile a minute as you replayed the scene in your head. An unfamiliar female voice, with a suspicious tone, calling your husband back to the studio, then being hung up on after being told to not wait up for him, ending with the âIâ missing from âI love youâ, had you spiralling as you placed the phone down.
The silence that consumed the room was deafening â your heart beating out of your chest as your mind ran away with itself.
Michael, tired, lonely, and equally as sexually frustrated as you, alone with a musically talented woman whoâs investing in his career and spending more 1-on-1 time with him than you, could easily lead toâ
Youâd never picked the phone back up quicker, speed dialling the Studio back, the mortifying thought of anything happening clouding your judgement, your foot tapping impatiently against the floor, now sitting on the edge of your bed cautiously.
"Hello, Westlake Recording Studio, this isââ
"Hi, Susie, itâs me again. I need you to connect me with Michael again right now please." You rushed through gritted teeth.
"Oh! Hello, again, I thought I already connected you, sweetie?"
"You did. But, I need connecting again, please. Now." You pleaded, your shaking fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Let me check with Mr Jones, okay? One second."
Click! Before you even had chance to plead her to just put you through, the hold music sounded again. Groaning as you flung backwards onto the bed, phone still pressed to your ear, you could feel the anger growing inside you.
Click! "Hey, honey, Iâm afraid I canât put you through. Mr Jacksonâs very busy right now."
Could worse words ever be spoken.
"Okay, I appreciate that, Susie, but I must speak to my husband right now."
"Iâm sorry, Mrs Jackson, thereâs nothing I can do."
"Please. Let me just speak to Quincy, Iâm sure heâll let me speak to him."
"Iâm sorry, but Mr Jones has just left for the night, so Mr Jackson is with one of our other producers who has left me with strict instructions to make sure Mr Jackson has no distractions. Goodnight, Mrs Jackson." Beeeeep!
You placed the phone down once more â the beeping subsiding as you stared off into the distance, zoning out as the recollection of the past few minutes clouded your mind.
Heâs in there, alone with her. Not even Quincy was there anymore. Your heart was in your throat as you remained perched on the end of the bed, chest heaving in pure adrenaline â visions of your husband doing things he shouldnât polluting your thoughts.
How he didnât even notice how concerned you sounded when asking who she was made anger and jealousy bubble in your chest. Knowing that youâd been dying to see Michael for days, not counting the past few weeks, months and even years heâs been busy working on music where youâve missed out on marital business because of his work â and now she was getting to spend alone time with him without even having to lift a finger?
Furious didnât even cover half of it.
Michael didnât know what he was walking into when he pushed open the door to the Hayvenhurst mansion, sighing tiredly. It was just past midnight, his eyes were heavy and his feet were dragging against the floor as he trudged through to the kitchen, expecting an empty room to make himself a warm glass of milk and head up to bed, to hold you as promised.
What he didnât expect to see was you, in a long sheer gown, feathers on the edges, barely covering the matching black and baby pink lacy lingerie set that adorned your delicious body. Your tits pushed up perfectly, and your hips, waist and glorious legs all on display, with your hair perfectly groomed and a glass of wine in hand, stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island.
His heart jumped into his mouth at the sight of you â in shock of not expecting you to be there and the vision of your beautiful body on full display for him.
"Baby, wow, you lookâ wow, incredible." He breathed, taking in the sight of you as a took a swig of your wine, "What are you doing awake? I told you not to wait up."
You didnât answer straight away â just stared at him, taking sips of your wine as you remained in constant eye contact with him. After a few seconds of silence, Michaelâs eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Honey, you okay?"
"Do you like what you see, Michael?"
Michael breathed out a laugh, "Like? Baby, Iâm in love. You look breathtaking."
His eyes never left yours as you sauntered your way around the kitchen island, slowly heading towards him, your high-heels clicking against the floor.
"I called you back, did you get the message?"
"Sorry?" Michael questioned, utterly confused at your words.
"Earlier. I called you back â did someone tell you I called again?"
Michael scratched the back of his neck, puffing out air as he thought, "Uhh, no. Sorry, honey, I was really busy."
You hummed in response, standing before him, eyeing him up and down, "So I was told. Something about a new producer not wanting you to be disturbed, hm?"
"Oh, yeah, thatâs Ester, sheâs great. Been helping me and Q with the album." Michael innocently complimented, a smile on his face as he looked down at you, "God, baby, I canât get over how amazing you look. I just wanna touch you all over."
You brushed past him before he got a chance to grab a hold of you, a waft of your sickly, addicting perfume clouding his nostrils, "Come get me then." You beckoned, heading towards the stairs, your gown traipsing behind you.
Michael trailed behind you like a predator to prey â his eyes glistening in desire at the sight of you, your plump ass and curvy thighs on perfect display as he practically crawled up the stairs like a rapid dog behind you.
"Come here, darling, wanna touch you so bad."
"Patience, Mikey." You dragged out the nickname, "Gotta catch me."
Playfulness glistened in his eyes as you turned around, walking backwards up the stairs slowly, as if assessing the threat that crawled slowly behind you, his eyes never once leaving yours.
After making it up the stairs without being âcaughtâ, you waltzed into the bedroom with an aura radiating off you that Michael had never seen â your hair bouncing as you walked, along with the wobble of your perfect ass, which he couldnât help but stare at, his cock twitching in arousal.
Michael remained behind you as he watched you slip your gown off, letting it fall of your body sensually, your half naked body now fully exposed to him. A shaky breath left his lips at the sight of you as you crawled onto the bed on all fours â your hips swaying while looking back to meet his eyes.
"Fuck." Michael groaned under his breath, his gaze not daring to look away from your frame, contorting into sensual positions.
You slid slowly onto your back, your arms holding you up and your legs pressed together, your eyes never leaving his own blown out ones â observing as his chest rose and fell quicker as he anticipated your next move. Fulfilling his undeniable need, you slowly parted your legs, revelling in the gasp that ripped from his throat at the sight of your crotchless panties, your gushing cunt exposed to him so suddenly.
"Oh, baby." He sighed, falling to his knees at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on your glistening pussy.
"Is she pretty?"
"Mhm, the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen." He mumbled, barely listening to you as he gawked at you.
"No â Is she pretty?"
Thatâs when it hit him â the reason you were awake, the outfit, the wine, the questions. It all finally clicked in his head what was going on.
"What? Ester?"
"Yes, her." You spat, a foul look on your face, acting as those even referring to her tasted vile in your mouth.
Michael breathed out a laugh, "Baby, no. Not at all. Never in a million years. Sheâs my producer." He answered, a playful smile on his face, "Enough of that â let me taste this sweet pussy that Iâve missed so much."
Leaning forward in attempt to press his face between your thighs, he was met with a forceful being stopping his path.
Your shoe â the heel pressing firmly on his forehead, stopping him in his tracks.
"Ah, ah, ah! No touching for you, Mikey." You teased, "Or is it only her thatâs allowed to call you that?"
Michael groaned, a hint of a pathetic whine threatening to blend with the gruff of his voice, the severity of the situation really setting in for him now.
"Babyâ"
"No. Beg."
"Honey, please," He wasted no time, his eyes meeting your own challenging ones from between your legs, all of his wrong-doings becoming apparent to him now he was being denied your pussy, "I donât know why she called me that â that name is reserved for you and you only. You, my beautiful, loving, perfect wife. Not her." He rambled, his eyebrows curved upwards in despair as his voice threatened to break, desperation dripping off him more than the slick from your wet pussy at the submissive sight of him, "And I am beyond sorry at the fact I didnât say âI love youâ, I was in a rush and I didnât think. But, I shouldâve thought. How dare I deny my gorgeous sweet little one the words of my true love. And I shouldâve answered your second call, and I shouldâve been here to begin with. I hate leaving you alone for so long, but Iâm an idiot husband, please, please, forgive me."
You stayed silent as your high-heel, the Armani ones heâd bought for your birthday, still remained pressed against his warm forehead. His puppy dog eyes, now a silent plea of desperation as he looked at you, his face a complete wreck at the pure fact that he was being denied your glorious pussy.
"Hm." You spoke finally, lowering your foot off of his face, "I suppose Iâll forgive you."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He chanted, grabbing a hold of your ankle, craving any sort of touch at this point.
"If."
"Yes, baby, anything." He rambled, "Anything â just let me feel you, please."
His obvious built up sexual frustration was manifesting itself in the most submissive, pathetic manner youâd ever seen â his voice cracking and stuttering as he begged you for physical contact.
"You let me use that pretty mouth and cock of yours until I decide youâve made up for it."
He couldâve cum on the spot at the pure erotica that left your pretty pink lips, swallowing hard as his cheeks flushed, trying to ignore the way his cock throbbed in his boxers.
"Jesus, sweetheart." He breathed, "Youâre killing me over here."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, absolutely, 1000%, yes."
"Lay down then."
Michael wasted no time doing what you asked. Usually, he would dominate in the bedroom, and he knew deep down the second he slid his achingly hard cock into your tight little cunt, that youâd submit to him that millisecond, but right now, heâd humour you â secretly enjoying letting you take the reigns for once, especially if it meant getting to devour your pretty pussy.
You crawled up his body, before hovering over his face, your legs either side of his head â your clenching cunt just centimetres above his eager mouth that had him twitching in excitement at the thought of the taste of your sweet pussy, one heâs missed for so long.
"Lemme take care of you, sweet girl. Make everything alright again." He promised, two firm hands coming to grab a handful of your shaking thighs.
Without giving him a second to prepare, you lowered your pussy down onto his face â both of you moaning at the feeling of one another after so long.
"Oh, Michael." You cried out, your hands flying to the headboard above your bed, as his tongue wasted no time in delving between your lips.
His tongue slithering its way around your quivering sex â the tip of the warm muscle swiping over your throbbing clit, eliciting the most needy, pornographic whine from your lips. Michael couldnât help but smile into you â knowing the dominant act was going to wear off pretty soon with that way he was devouring your cunt like his last meal.
The erotic noises that filled your once depressingly quiet bedroom had Michael twitching uncontrollably in his pants â his cock screaming to be freed as you began rocking your hips back and forth on his face, moaning like a bitch in heat at the feeling is his nose nudging your sensitive nub.
"O-Oh, baby, yes! Yes, God, baby, so good." You whined, your voice a high-pitched strain of undeniable ecstasy as you rode his face.
Michael was in heaven â after weeks of not even seeing you naked let alone having his face stuffed full of your pussy, he couldnât be stopped from devouring you even if anyone tried. He didnât even care that his dick was begging to be touched â he wanted, no, needed to be forgiven, to make things right. Prove to you that you were the only woman he needed in his life.
A devilish hand slid up your thigh to grab a handful of your ass, earning a moan of delight into your pussy as Michael sucked your aching clit. Nearly buckling over at the vibrations of his noises â you hunched over, knuckles turning white as you gripped onto the headboard for dear life at the feeling of his swollen lips wrapping around your clit like his life depended on it.
It was only when two of his long, slender fingers dipped suddenly into your hole, reaching such depths so quickly that you came on the spot â crying out deliciously as you coated Michaelâs face in your juices.
"Michaelâah! God, yes! Donât stop!"
Your hips rocked back and forth faster than before, denying him of oxygen, not that he cared, but prolonging your orgasm as his slicked nose repeatedly abused your extremely overstimulated clit.
Lifting off his face with a whine, your legs threatened to collapse before Michael caught you, two strong, reliable hands holding your waist and legs before they gave way. Michael picked you up with a smile, before laying you gently on the bed beneath him.
"Youâre such a good girl for me, baby." He whispered, leaning down to press a sweet, gentle kiss on your forehead, cheek and nose, "Did so good for me."
You hummed tiredly, looking up at him innocently â one side of your bra strap had fallen down in the bustling of your orgasm, revealing your rounded left breast, your erect nipple on show for him, as well as your now dripping wet pussy one buck upwards away from meeting his thick bulge as he situated between your open legs.
He knew your dominatrix act would let up after he made you cum.
"Look what you did to me, sweet girl." Michael revealed, guiding your hand gently to grab a handful of his despicably hard cock, a loud gasp ripping from your throat, "So fucking hard for you baby. Missed feeling you cum against me so fucking bad."
"Mikey." You whined, irresistibly desperate beneath him.
"Fuck, I only love it when you say it, darling."
You wrapped your arms swiftly around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a fiery, needy, frantic kiss. You hummed into his mouth, the taste of your tangy release still evident on his tongue. Michael kissed you with a burning passion that had you rubbing your legs together once more â the feeling of irrefutable arousal radiating off you like heat.
Michael, without needing to be told, freed himself quickly from his boxers, hissing into your mouth at the contact of his warm hand around the base, guiding it towards your slick cunt.
"Legs up, baby." He mumbled into your mouth, not daring to break the intense kiss.
Michael hummed in pure delight at the feeling of your heeled feet wrapping around his waist and forcing his hips closer to you â his leaking tip now colliding with your clit.
Michael cursed under his breath as his positioned his cock at your hole, his hands shaking at your sides, as he pushed in slowly. The feeling of his pulsating tip, dribbling with anticipatory pre-cum, stretching your pleading pussy had both of you crying out in euphoria â your moans already growing louder before heâd even filled you to the brim.
"Oh, my fuck â this pussy is to die for, Jesus." Michael whined as he pushed further into your tight cunt, inch by inch, his cock stretching you so perfectly.
Once bottomed out and fitted perfectly into your abused cunt â Michael began to set a brutal pace. One that you seeing stars and moaning beyond control underneath him â your sharp nails dragging down his muscular back as he ploughed deeper.
"Mhm!, Mikey, right there!" You gasped blissfully, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he slammed perfectly into your G-Spot, brushing your cervix perfectly.
Michael was a piece of string held taut and being sawed at â ready to snap at any given moment. You hadnât had sex this good in months â the build up frustration and lack of communication had you both needing each other like water in the desert.
"M-Michael?"
"Yeah, baby?" He panted above you, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek, and down your neck.
You whined, "Pass me the phone."
"What?"
âDonât stop. Just pass me the phone."
Michael obliged reluctantly, unsure of where this was going. He reached over, his thrusts slowly slighly, one handed to grab the phone, handing it back to you.
"Dial her number."
Michaelâs face drained of colour as his thrusts slowed to a stop, which earnt him a slap on the ass from behind, like a jockey on a horse, "Donât stop, I said. Now, dial her number."
Michaelâs swallowed thickly as he searched your face for any sign of humour, but your knitted eyebrows in pleasure paired with your oh so serious eyes had him reaching over to the phone and dialling Westlake Recording Studio.
This late at night had the calls connecting directly to Michaelâs studio, Susie long gone, and the only person left in the Studio, was the one person you wanted to answer the phone the most.
"Hello, Ester from Westlake Studio speaking."
A wicked smile flickered over your face as her muffled voice filled your ears. You took the phone from Michaelâs hand, sneaking out from under him, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him, guiding his slicked, hard cock back inside you â now riding him just how you knew he loved. Michael strained a loud moan that threatened to escape his lips.
"Hello?" Her voice sounding more confused at the rustling and whispering on the other side of the phone.
You handed the phone back to Michael who eyed you confusedly. His only instruction was the word âSpeakâ that you mouthed at him, before lifting your cunt off his throbbing cock and bouncing straight back down, his cock nudging your cervix perfectly now.
"H-Hi Ester, itâs M-Michael."
"Michael? What are you doing calling this late?"
Michael looked at your fucked out face for answers â as your beautiful frame and gorgeous complexion stared right back at him, your wedding ring glistening in the moonlight as you grabbed a handful of your tits, he knew exactly what he needed to do to make things right.
"Iâve decided your actions at the Studio are wildly inappropriate and disrespectful to my wife." He started, his voice huffed as he bucked his hips up into you, "Using a personal and private nickname that is reserved for my wife and my wife only isâah, baby! unprofessional and calls for immediate dismissal."
"What? A-Are you firing me over a nickname?"
"Yes, e-exactly." Michael breathed, "My w-wife is the most important thing in my life, and anyone who upsets her will beâo-oh fuckâbanished effective immediately."
Michael positioned the phone to be held up with his shoulder as he gripped your hips â slamming upwards into your tightening pussy, forcing your moans and whines to grow deliberately louder.
"What the fuck? Are you having sex?"
"Pack your stuff and be gone by tonight," Michael breathed, biting his lips momentarily at the sight of your tits bouncing as he fucked up into you, "And never disrespect my wife again."
Not even bothering to hang up, knowing the embarrassed woman on the other line would, Michael threw the phone onto the floor and thrust up into your drooling pussy like he had seconds left to live.
"Oh, Michael, I love youâI love you so so much. Thank you, babyâmmhm!!â thank you, youâre so good to me!"
"I love you, sweetheart, god, Mâlove you so much."
With a tentative hand crawling down your body to rub tight circles on your clit, to the way it made you clench around his twitching cock â the both of you came with a strangled cry.
"Yeah â cum on my cock, baby, give it to me." Michael coaxed, a whine following shortly after as he forced his cock as deep as it would go before letting his much needed release fire up inside of your oh so willing cunt.
Whining on top of him, juices flowing down his length, coating his tightened balls, your orgasm subsided and you crashed onto his chest, heaving as he, too, came down from filling your cunt up to the brim with his hot seed, before slipping out as he softened.
His gentle hand came up to caress your head, the other taking a hold of your left hand, lifting it carefully to display your wedding ring to the both of you, the 24 Carat gold rock glistened in front of both your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face as it remained a reminder of your dedication to one another no matter.
"This will get you anything you want and more." He admitted, "Just say the word and Iâll go to the ends of the Earth for you, darling."
You peered up at him, your eyes a hazy, fucked out mess, "Will it get me a week alone with my husband?"
Michael smiled, pressing a kiss to your jewelled finger, a boyish giggle leaving his lips before he spoke, "Iâd have to check with Quincyââ
mark cant stop yapping about spiderman and you cant stop kissing him. (ËśË áľ ËËś)
âYou donât understand,â he says, wide-eyed, voice already three octaves too loud, âif Peter and Miles actually team up again and then 2099 shows up, thatâs likeâbro, thatâs likeââ
You hum softly against his lips, and he still doesnât get the hint.
ââthree different timelines! Andâmmphâokay, waitâwaitâbabe,â he mumbles as you kiss him again, âIâm trying to explain the multiverse and youâre distracting meâbabeââ
You kiss him harder.
Mark Lee, your sweet, nerdy, infuriatingly kissable boyfriend, is sitting on the couch in his Spider-Man hoodie (the Miles Morales one, obviously), gesturing with one hand and completely unaware of the way youâve climbed into his lap like a lovesick koala.
His other hand? Firm on your waist, like it always finds its home there. His thumbâs rubbing lazy circles, up, down, up, downâlike he doesnât even realize heâs doing it. Absent-minded. Natural.
And his lipsâgod, his lipsâso soft, so pouty, so Mark.
âBut if you think about it, like, Gwen and Milesâbabe, Iâm seriousâthey represent two differentâmmhmâoh my god, youâre literally ignoring me right now,â he grins, nose scrunching as you pepper kisses along his jaw.
âIâm not ignoring you,â you murmur against his skin. âIâm just⌠appreciating you.â
âWith your mouth?â
âMhm.â
His laugh is all breath and heat, slightly shaky now, finally trailing off from his spider-rant. âYouâre insane.â
âYouâre talking about spider variants while Iâm kissing you.â
âI was talking about variants,â he pouts, letting his head fall back against the couch, looking at you through thick lashes. âNow my brainâs melting. I had points to make.â
You kiss his pout. Then his cheek. Then his neck.
âBaby,â he groans, squirming just a little, âI had a whole theoryââ
You slide your fingers under the edge of his hoodie, grip the fabric, kiss him again and again and again.
Now heâs not talking at all.
Just breathing in soft little stutters, kissing you back with those loser-lovey eyes like you put the stars in the damn sky.
âYour lips are so distracting,â you murmur against his mouth.
âYouâre the distracting one,â he huffs, arms wrapping fully around you now, pulling you close, surrendering with one last grumble: âSpider-Man can waitâŚâ
(He still tries to finish his theory ten minutes laterâwith you half-asleep in his lap, lips kiss-bruised and smiling.) finally some couple stuff !! *clap* *clap*
sfw (tho slight suggestive at the end) [kinda wordy i got away lmfao] 1510 words.
- you don't really like the idea of flirting or being in a relationship with a friend from the same circle
- but all of a sudden, someone is changing that narrative. that someone = anton.
- basically, you've been in the same circle since freshman college. the circle has its own ~sub-units~, as to what your friends would like to call them. anton is usually with sohee and the guys yada yada
- it all started at a drinking game during wonbin's birthday
- everyone was asked who's their type in the circle; everyone answered safely and with no malice, some answering none. but alcohol got to you and you just blurted out anton's name in response to the question.
- everyone was silent. the actual guy named anton took a shot and returned your name in response to the question.
- everyone cooed, everyone cheered. but there's a certain shared atmosphere with anton that suddenly became too thick that night.
- after that night, anton suddenly became flirty with you. initially, you just saw it as a normal thing. he's like thatâa gentleman and a sweet guy.
- it all officially started when he would randomly message you or send you tiktok and instagram reels. you went from nada to having an ongoing tiktok streak of 35 already. ever since, both of you have established that he will facetime you as both of you study. sometimes, he's practicing a cello piece while you're stressed out with org work, but you never get annoyed
- oh, also, he would always sing to you as he practices with his guitar or piano. that's where you start getting annoyed... because you're definitely falling. lol anyway
- well, you could say your battery has already deteriorated from how you and anton would always go on a sleep call
- sitting next to you in hangouts, scooting closer to you on couches, opening the cap of your bottle, resting his shoulder on yours, quickly dropping to his toes to tie your shoelaces, cleaning your utensils when the circle decides to eat outside, explaining to you (in his soft-spoken voice) what the group was bickering about or what the boys were debating about, and so on
- one time, he insisted on having you on his lap during a car ride where only one person brought a car. so you spent an entire hour stiff and breathless as you were settled on his lap. well, sohee was on wonbin's lap. your other girl friend was also on another girl friend's lap... so being on anton's lap seems normal, right?
- his hands steady your waist, your back pressing to his chest when the car suddenly brakes. anton, on the other hand, swears he could smell you and would slightly pull you closer so you can be comfortable. he asks you from time to time to adjust and assures you not to hold back your weight
- the small moments shared and the subtle actions that make your breath hitch continue every day. you let him, though. you don't say anything. and it's just as bad how these lines are blurred. again, you guys have been friends for a long time...
- it's all about the longevity and comfort you guys shared. LMFAOO you try to convince yourself that way
- but those aspects suddenly blur out when it's only the two of you studying together at the library and throwing flirty punches at each other.
- anton's sentences would often start or end with him referring to you as "pretty," "babe," or worse: "baby." and worst of all, you just let him and don't police that habit...
- when everyone's hanging out at wonbin's house, he would suddenly sneak up behind you and lean on your shoulders. he'd compliment how you look and how he likes your scent. apparently, the anton lee likes giving back hugs... and likes being hugged every night...
- also maintaining eye contact while being across the table or sofas? and he would just smirk when you break the eye contact
- to say the least, even the most boring errandsâlike grocery shopping, buying stuff you need for school, or waiting in line at the hospitalâfelt so exciting because anton was your company.
- you'd say everything is normal until it's 12 am, and anton's sleeping soundly with his face on your neck, laying on his side clinging to your waist
- then came the days when he would tease you, or plague your late-night talks with "what if" questions
- "you're lucky you're cute." "if you keep treating me like this, i might fall." "what if i actually took you on a real date?" "what if we actually kissed right now? nah, i'm just playing."
- and telling any of your friends about all of this could be the dealbreaker. so both of you never did. hell, you and anton never even addressed this elephant you're nurturing in your friendship... setup.
- "best friends premium?" you shamelessly muttered to your close girl friends when they caught all those selfies of you and anton in bed, cuddling together. or even those photos when the two of you went for breakfast 'dates.'
- sohee mentioned one time to everyone that anton's wallpaper is a baby photo of someone. "oh anton-ah, you didn't tell us you're talking to someone! who is it?" anton remained quiet but he quickly glanced at you to see your reaction.
- you bit your lip, hiding your smile from everyone who was teasing him. it was your baby photo that he found so cute when you showed him one time. you didn't know that he actually took a photo of it. and made it his wallpaper. like fuckkk WAT DAT MEAN?
- you noticed that anton seems different and acts unusual when you're wearing his clothes
- he's flustered each time :p
- so, you steal some of his clothes and he just lets you...
- you swore you saw him bite his lip one time when you were just wearing his oversized hoodie and your sleep shorts
- the subtle (or not-so-subtle) tension that arises when your previous fling or ex situationship is in the proximity. or when you're suddenly clingy with one of your friends (he doesn't care if it's a girl or a guy... he knows you can bend all genders so all of a sudden he's sulky???)
- "i'm not jealous though," he states.
- "okay. i didn't ask though. wha- anton, can you stop pouting?"
- but he still wins because he's holding your hand as you two walk to your house after the hangout or after your classes. sometimes its his biceps you're holding when the two of you are walking.
- finally, your and anton's tiktok streak says 50. so, 50 days of ridiculousness already of whatever-this-is with anton. you have fallen already. definitely. you feel conflicted at the same time. and you hope he does, too
- the routine you shared was present daily and anton was consistent in either being the flirty friend or stirring your feelings. well, to be fair, he's a romantic guy...
- the flower vase in your room was never empty. when he comes to visit for a movie night or a study night or a sleepover, he's never empty-handed as he enters your door. there's always a bundle of fresh flowers from the supermarket in his hands. if it's a special day, they're from a flower shop :3
- your friends can't do it anymore. they have noticed, they pointed it out, they sometimes pretend not to know or care. but they're just tired of seeing anton and you dilly-dally and call it friendship
- one night, as you and anton were walking to his house from a nearby burger joint sungchan recommended, you felt like it was already time to address it. his hand was warm on your palm, and he's just grinning as he sways it playfully
- you stopped in your tracks. the moment you guys were sharing earlier and the quiet of the night made it feel like it was the right time. "do you think we should date?"
- "definitely."
- "cool."
- "yeah, yeah."
- it felt sweet and innocent even though you guys were quiet and red the whole walk back to his place. you guys weren't teenagers anymore yet you acted like itâ
- acting all innocent after that declaration of affection and suddenly you're in his lap, hoodie on the floor, your fingers threading through his hair carefully, and his lips almost engraved in yours
- you pulled away, unable to breathe. he whines.
- "well, i'm sorry i don't have the lungs of a swimmer." you playfully rolled your eyes.
- he scoffs lazily, followed by a smirk. "my bad."
- "remove your shirt, lee."
- anton follows and went for a quick kiss then pulled away out of nowhere. he rasped, "you know what else i could dive into?"
- you and anton both slept very well that night
- the following day, he asked you out properly for a date with all the things you could ask for (yet you never did because he did it all naturally!)
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âśď¸ď¸ SCREAM VI (starring . ghostface! geto, gojo, & choso)
synopsis . In which your âkillersâ soon realize youâre not stuck with them but theyâre stuck with youâŚ
content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, established relationship, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, fear play, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cĂšm eating), pussy slapping, teasing, chojo sneak bc i cant help it, a hint of knife play, etc.
word count . 9.6k || authorâs note: in honor of the new scream movie coming out tmr i thought iâd go ahead and repost this from kamitvâif it looks familiar, thatâs why. banner art by the lovely @/aransmind!!
âYou want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?â
âYeah, and when you find meâŚâ
âI fuck you instead of killing you.â
âMhm!â You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap youâre currently sitting on.
Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, âAnd Iâm doing this, why?â Geto questions.
You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. âBecause Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hot⌠Duh.â
Itâs as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Getoâs been with you for roughly two years now and yet youâve never revealed this sudden⌠mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.
So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.
âCâmon Sugu, I know youâve thought about it before,â You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.
The hands thatâd been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, âI really havenât.â He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.
At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, âOkayy, well you are now⌠So is that a yes or what?â
He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, âYeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.â Geto tells you.
And that was all it took.Â
Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you werenât able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face.Â
Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew heâd be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.
Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment heâd get home. Any second now and youâd hear that lovely security chime go offâ
You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you werenât buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because itâs clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.
Biting back a smile, youâre quick to bring the phone up to your ear, âHello?â
An almost low-quality distortion to the personâs voice is instantly recognized by youâit wasnât Suguruâs voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. âWhy donât you wanna talk to me?â A man asks, and you know this line all too well.
Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, âWho is this?â
âYou tell me your name, Iâll tell you mine,â The âmysteryâ man continues.Â
You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.
Scoffing softly, âI donât think so.â You quote, straight from the first Scream. Youâve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.
Itâs a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, thatâs the goal.
âAw, youâre no fun.â He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, youâd recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.
Now youâre left to improv a bit. âThink so?â You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.
âOh I know so, sweetheart. Itâs Halloween night and youâre doing nothing to celebrate.â The man on your phone points out.Â
Youâre walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. âAnd that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?â
He chuckles. âYouâre a smart girl, Iâm sure you can figure something else out.â
âLet me guess,â Your brows raise a little, âI should be watching scary movies?â
âThat depends. You like scary movies?â There you are, right back onto the script.
âUhuh,â You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.
âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?â And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that itâs nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.
Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. âUhhh, I dunno,â Of course you know, but whereâs the fun in saying it so soon?
âYou have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?â Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the manâs mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.
You sigh. âUhmm, Halloween!â As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.
Most of the lights are on so itâs not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.
âYâknow, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?â You quote flawlessly yet again. Youâre such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that youâre loving every single second of this.
âYeahh,â He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.
You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, âWhatâs yours?â
âGuess.â He orders on the other end.
Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. âUhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?â You soon reply.
âIs that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?â The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit.Â
Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, âYeah! Freddy Kruger.â
âFreddy, thatâs right.â He continues, âI like that movieâit was scary.â
âWell the first one was but the rest sucked.â Youâre downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You donât remember.
âMhm,â âMysteryâ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. âSoo, you got a boyfriend?â
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, âWhy? You wanna ask me out on a date?â Now youâre making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.
âMaybe. Do you have a boyfriend?â He asks again.
You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?
âNo.â You chirp simply.
You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, âYou never told me your name.â
You know what comes after this and you canât help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, âWhy do you wanna know my name?âÂ
Itâs silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds
âCauseâ we wanna know who weâre looking at.â
Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? Thatâs not⌠how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who heâs looking at. Thereâs no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??
For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, youâre actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, âWhat do you mean, âweâ?âÂ
Thereâs a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. âCâmon, princess. Youâve seen the movies, you should know by now that thereâs hardly ever only one killer.â The man says.Â
Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. âI⌠I donât understand.â You murmur softly.
And then⌠all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you werenât shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after.Â
âS-Suguru, this isnât funny! I like the movies ând all but Iâm not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.â The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.
Thereâs a snicker over the line. âOh but this iss funny, sweets.â The tone changed againâitâs still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but itâs not Suguru nor the person whoâd said something before. âYou look sooo scared right now.â
Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you canât see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. Youâre scared to leave the living room but⌠youâre also terrified of staying right where you are. You donât know how many Ghostfaceâs are in your house right now and you donât know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.
âStop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.â You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.
The house is eerily quietâwhich is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you canât see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??
âYou said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.â The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know itâs Geto talking once more. âYou never said how manyâŚâ
You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. âAre you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!â Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.
Getoâs still talking, âIncluding me, thereâs three of us. How does that sound, hm? Iâm obviously not gonna make you do anything you donât want to but, you do know who we all are.â
You swallow thickly. âDo I?â This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.
Lord knows youâre scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so thereâs no real reason to be scared⌠right?Â
âMhm. So how âbout we play a game?â Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.
You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. âOkay Jigsaw.â You snort, âWhat⌠What kind of game, huh?â
He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. âThe one you and I were going to play. Yâknow, you run around ân hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Letâs continue that but⌠with two others.â
âSuguru, youâre gonna let two other guys fuck me?â Youâre beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurantâŚ
Geto hums deeply, âSâlong as youâre okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.â
âI didnât know you were into thatâŚâ You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.
âDidnât know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for yaâ, huh?â Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.
âI meanâŚâ You shrug, âYeah.â
âRight. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.â
âThatâs it?â
âOh, nooo. Thereâs more to this babyâŚâ You swear you hear a creak upstairsâcoming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. âSee, I know how loud you are when you cum so⌠tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.â
You gulp, âWhat happens if Iâm not?â
âAnother one of us will find you.â
âOhââ
ââŚAnd join in.â He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously canât see right now.
Your heart races at the thought alone. âOh.â
Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, âThat alright with you?â
âYes⌠but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking meâŚ?â You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.
âYep.â Geto replies with a teasing pop of the âpâ.
âButââ
âDonât worry, Iâm sure youâll do fine. After all,â The voice changer clicks off and Suguruâs tone is nice and clear with you, âYâknow whose cock youâre supposed tâget loud on.â
You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words.Â
âOh, and by the wayâŚâ
âHuh?â
The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. âTheyâre already in the house.â
ââ
Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguruâs favorite holidays but shit you didnât expect him to go all out like this.
Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? Youâre lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and youâve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.
Obviously, this wasnât the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now youâre just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.
As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding placeâwhich is roughly how you ended up where you are nowâŚ
Now youâre left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since thatâs your boyfriendâs best friend but the other guy⌠youâre not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesnât help much.
Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??
After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.
Itâs so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.
âŚOnly to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You canât see it because of the shower curtains but, thereâs a shadow at the bathroom door.
Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft⌠thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.
It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, itâs all so very motionless.
Thereâs no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someoneâs outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until itâs lightly pushed open.Â
Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you donât hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.
They could be coming in to just use the bathroom⌠riiiight?
Thatâs extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. Itâs faint, almost like⌠jewelry or⌠necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry⌠Necklaces⌠Which one of Getoâs friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? Câmon, think.
Necklaces⌠rings maybe⌠piercingsâ
The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, youâre met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.
Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when itâs all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.
His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think youâre sweating.
âScared?â His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of whoâs face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.
With your eyes all frantic along whatâs covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. âChoso?â Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.
His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and itâs replaced with⌠something else as you study his face. Thereâs fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.
âThe tub, really?â He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. âSâthis the best you could do? Yâknow if I was a real killer youâd be dead right now, right?â Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.
You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, âI wouldnât have hid in here if you guys were real killers, Iâm not dumb.â
His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasnât forgotten why. âYeahh?â Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, âThink you would be the final girl?â
Leaning forward a bit, you nod. âNo, I know I would.â
Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think youâre in a trance. âOh sheâs cocky, huh?â He teases.
You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right.Â
You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. âYâknow thatâs not fake, right?â Choso hushes out to you.
The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, âItâs not?â You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that heâs looking up at you.
His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Whoâs really the âvictimâ hereâyou or him?
âNah,â Choso whispers, âThatâs a real knife.â
âWhy would you carry around a real knife?â You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.
He shrugs. âHonestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife playâŚâÂ
His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw youâŚ
âAre you?â The question in return makes Chosoâs gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.
He scoffs, âAm I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasnât.â
âSo⌠What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethinâ?â You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.
Choso just barely nods his head in response.
âYâknow itâs funny you say that and yet youâre the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.â You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.
Choso bites back a laugh. Itâs cute that you think you have the upper hand here. âYou and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.â He claims.
And yâknow, maybe itâs because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe itâs simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either wayâyou do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple âprove itâ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.
It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.
It was almost impressive, in all honesty.
Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counterâit quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.
Choso used that lilâ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Getoâs) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasnât much to get you unclothed.
One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.
Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.
Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. Heâs got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, youâre left watching the mean slap of Chosoâs leaky cockhead against your clit.Â
âCho,â You whispered out pleadingly. Heâd been doing this for the longestâtapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.
Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if heâs not the one torturing the two of you like this. âShiiiit,â Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. âSuguru was right, this pussy is sâfuckinâ loud ân messyâŚâ He breathes.
Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.
Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, âLook at herrr,â Choso purrs, âAll wet fâme. Canât believe heâs lettinâ us fuck you.â His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.
You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. âChoso, please.â You whisper beneath your palm.
He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. âWhat is it, princess?â Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, âWant me to fuck you?â
You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. âPlease,â You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.
Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. âYeah? Yâwant my cock inside you that badly?â He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.
Itâs not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, âYes Choso, just put it all the way in already, Iâm losing my fuckinâ m-mindâŚâ Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.
Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.
Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. âMânot ready tâshare you yet so, be really fuckinâ quiet fâme, alright?â His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.
Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Chosoâs dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Chosoâs got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.
He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. âDoes he even fuck you? S-ShiiitâŚâ Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. âSâfuckinâ tight.. God-, fu-uckâŚâ His voice has this pretty lilâ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.
Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.
Which is something you canât even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he canât help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.
With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. Youâre trying not to moan but itâs so hard with himâChoso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.
Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.
That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldnât even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each otherâs eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.
Your breath mingles with one another and youâre both so fucked out that you donât even realize youâre a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as itâs pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface maskâthe sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.
The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Chosoâs name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.
âF-Fuck,â He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. âSo tight⌠Iâm gonna c-cum if you keep squeezinâ me like that.â His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.
You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Chosoâs ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.
âWhat do we have here, hm?â Gojo whispers, making Chosoâs hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, âCanât believe you found her first. Sânot fairâŚâ Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.
You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Chosoâs cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze backâonly the whites of his eyes visible to you.
âK-Keep rubbinâ her like that,â Choso pants with a soft moan. âSheâs so fucking tight⌠Iâm gonna die in here, s-shit.â He curses dramatically.
Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Chosoâs cock. âYouâre not gonna die, Cho,â He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes.Â
You watch the way Gojo looks over Chosoâs shoulder and stares at Chosoâs lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. âI mean look at her,â Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. âYouâre already fucking her to tears, youâre not gonna die, heh. Youâre fuckinâ her good.â
That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against youâfollowed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Chosoâs body.Â
Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, âThere yaâ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jusâ like thatâŚâÂ
You donât think youâve ever been this⌠ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Chosoâs cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lilâ stream.
Chosoâs completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. âHolyâŚâ He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.
Gojo clicks his tongue, âSuguru didnât tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?â He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.
You look like youâre about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. âHe⌠hah, f-fuck, h-he has.â You squeak out softly.
Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacantâGojo lets out an alarming chuckle.
He watches the way Chosoâs cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo canât help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Chosoâs cum around against you.Â
Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.
You whine, âS-Satoruâoh, w-wait,â Youâre left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.
Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually.Â
Chosoâs sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. âSatoru you⌠you know I justââ
âMhmm,â Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. âYou both taste really,â Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, âMmph⌠fuckinâ sweet.â He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.
Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. âSâtoru,â You mumble, âFuck. Please⌠mgh, n-needaâ break. I-I canâtââ
Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, âSweetheart,â He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! âI jusâ got here ân you want a break from me already?â He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. âThatâs so mean.â
Before you even get the chance to argue with that, heâs diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spittingâGojoâs between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. Heâs such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.
After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and heâs soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and youâre too lost in the overstimulation Gojoâs giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.
Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojoâs face, and hums out a low, âSmile.â With the voice changer turned on.
Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Chosoâs phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojoâs shoulders. Theyâd just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.
âAttaâ boy,â Choso praises after heâs taken the desired amount of pictures.Â
Gojo looks up to you and heâs pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. âYou donât mind, do yaâ? We wanna have somethinâ to remember this by,â He tells you.
You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojoâs hair to shove him back down in between your legsâearning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojoâs.Â
Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojoâs head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and youâre met with the eyes of Ghostface since heâs got the mask back on.
Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojoâs teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. âFuck!â You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojoâs hair.
Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. âThat was loud, princess. Youâre gonna get us all caught,â He snickers to you.
Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but itâs you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.
And then itâs just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Chosoâs making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojoâs still lost in between your legs.
Your whole body feels like itâs on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.
Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, âCâmon pretty girl, donât tap out on us jusâ yet.â
Then thereâs Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. âYeahh, donât tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.â He hums into your skin.
The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget thereâs supposed to be a third Ghostface.
Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ân ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You donât seem to notice heâs standing there and youâre the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guyâs names.
He didnât even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he wonât last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly thatâgoing completely unnoticed there for a while.Â
Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why heâs missing out on all this.
Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. Itâs in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.
After Gojo, youâre the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if youâd been caught doing something you werenât supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and couldâve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.
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So, one thing led to another andâŚ
You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situatedâseating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to âput on a show for himâ.
By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure arenât now because itâs you whoâs ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojoâs behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.
âYou spoil us, sweetheart,â Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long heâd gone without talking earlier.Â
You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, youâre met with Chosoâs fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, youâre slow to look all the way up to him and see the way heâs smirking down at you.
ââCould get off on that look alone, yâknow.â Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.
Gojoâs behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. Itâs like theyâre all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.
Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojoâs quick to palm the fats of your ass. âFinally givinâ me some attention now, huh?â He quips.
You pull away from Chosoâs touch just to look back at Gojo. âSuguru shouldâve told you guys, I hate beinâ teased.â The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojoâs jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.
âW-Woah sweets, you couldâve warned me f-firstâŚâ He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like itâs nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. âFuuck, donât stop. Give it tâme, baby.â
Gojo doesnât even have to move yet and youâre already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. Heâs all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inchâyou take him like you were fuckinâ made for him.Â
The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckinâ hell heâs not even all the way in yet and youâre already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against himâ
Gojoâs thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ân steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then thereâs your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.
He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhereâhe has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.
âOhh fuck, Suguru yâhad this pussy all to yourself all this time?â Gojo grunts. ââŚS-Selfish bastard.â
Gojoâs hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you canât do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all youâre left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.
His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, heâs definitely jerking off to they way Gojoâs fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.
Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly youâre silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, âOpen up fâme pretty girl, nice ân wideâŚâ
And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you werenât every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.
Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads backâone letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. Youâre soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojoâs cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.
All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind.Â
Geto came twice in his hand already and yet heâs still bucking his hips up into his fist. Heâs never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation youâre in. Thereâs a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Getoâs length from the thick tip to his base.
Youâre busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keepâs snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then.Â
Youâre all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didnât care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.
And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.
Gojoâs back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet youâve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. âLook at this pretty girl,â He grunts, âTakinâ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.â
Then thereâs Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojoâs groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point heâs fucking your face at the same rate Gojoâs fucking your cunt. âHer throatâs even betterâshit. Yâshould see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,â Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. âRight here, f-fuck.â
Again, Getoâs on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Getoâs bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you donât have two cocks inside you right now.
âMâgonna cum,â Getoâs muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra.Â
Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.
You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. Thatâs all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasnât expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenlyâŚ
Getoâs not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lipsâa sight you barely get to see because then Gojoâs leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, youâre tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojoâs fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.
âFuckinâ slut,â He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. âLook at this mess,â Oh, heâs just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and⌠licking the remnants of Chosoâs release off of your face, again.
Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then youâre shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.
Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. âOpen your mouth,â He breathes out hotly.
Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesnât hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, âGood boy, now swallow it ân taste yourself fâme.âÂ
Itâs right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.
Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. âGuess you were right⌠I do taste pretty sweet.â
synopsis: a story in which a depressed satoru gets sent to the future and sees just how bright it eventually becomes. meanwhile, you're reminded of how much of a brat your husband used to be when you first started dating.
cw: MDNI, time travel, smut w/ a touch of angst bc we LOVE plot, satoru's actually so mean at first lol, dad!jo (him and reader share a daughter together)
notes: hiiii we got 6.5k words for this one â¤ď¸ comm for the lovely @sadlittlecucumber i hope u like!!!!
song rec: drag path â twenty one pilots
Satoruâs life ended up being a fucking bummer.Â
His best friendâs a mass murderer. Shokoâs gone off to do her own thing with medicine. Nanami left to go become a banker or whatever. Ijichiâs⌠Ijichi. Oh, and Haibaraâs dead. Everyone whoâs alive seems to have moved onâ so should Satoru, honestly. But times proved that to be quite difficult.Â
Heâs starting to understand where Suguru was coming from with the whole exorcise-absorb mantra. Except for him, it was exorcise and destroy, leaving every cursed site heâs stepped foot on looking like god himself decided to hit the reset button to obliterate the place.
Nobody says anything about it. Heâs probably the closest thing to a god. Despite having tried his hardest all throughout his youth to fit in and act as if he was just like everyone else, people were still terrified to fuck with him.Â
And despite the chaos heâs constantly surrounded byâ mainly from his own doingâ the days still find a way to bleed into each other, morphing into a never ending cycle of boredom and violence. Itâs quite the combo. The higher ups are lucky heâs too tired to plot anything behind their backs.Â
Heâs exhausted.Â
The past is too blurry. The futureâs too bleak.Â
Gojo was bound to fuck up sooner or later. The thought of him finally snapping like Suguru did, dangling in the back of his mind, taunting him.Â
He didnât snap. Itâs so much worse than that. At least in the eyes of the arrogant boy who got bested by, what he assumed to be a grade two curse because of how pudgy and stupid it looked. The thing that caught him lacking looked like a fucking blob fish that struggled with crippling anxiety, how the hell was he supposed to know that it could mess with timeof all things?Â
One moment heâs laughing at the way it looks, the next heâs in the complete dark.Â
That was the first time heâs smiled in months, by the way.Â
âHuh?â Satoru huffs out, trying to look around before eventually realizing that he has a blindfold on, and rips it off in annoyance. âDonât tell me that thing knocked me out,â he begins to grumble to himself. Itâd explain why he had a blindfold on⌠but then he realized he was in a completely different outfit, one that you didnât put on someone who was currently in rest and recovery.Â
He highly doubts Shoko would even change him, anyway, at least not for this.Â
âOh hey, youâre home.âÂ
Home?Â
He looks around, and all he knows is this isnât the dorm heâs continued to stay in after graduation, purely due to the fact that he was already out on missions for up to 18 hours each day. Not to mention that the penthouse he was currently standing in was too clean to be his. Too warm. Way too comfortable.
You already knew there was something deeply off in those first few seconds of looking into his eyes. This wasnât your husbandâ this was the hot mess you met and still fell in love with all those years ago.Â
You tilt your head to the side, more curious than cautious, âEverything alright?â
âYeah,â he snorts, literally the worst liar ever. âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know,â you hum, holding eye contact long enough to leave him feeling a bit unsettled. âYou tell me.â
First of all, who the fuck do you think you are speaking to him like that?
Second, who even are you?
Something big and shiny on your finger catches his attention, then he looks at his own hand that has an equally shiny band around his ring finger.Â
Fuck.
âHoneyââ
Satoru physically cringes at the pet name, giving himself away once again.Â
âIâm not Satoru,â he blurts out, rubbing his eyes in frustration. âI mean, I am, but Iâm notâ FUCKâ some fuckinâ curse blasted me into the future, and I need to go back.â
Well, that was quick. Heâs always quick to fold under pressure when it comes to youâ itâs something heâs unaware of though, as he fights back the urge to start pacing back and forth.Â
Thereâs a light smack from your mouth when you go to open it, only for the words to never even come, let alone die out. Nothing about this surprises you. This is not the craziest thing thatâs happened since youâve met Satoru.Â
Your lips thin into a smile as you take a deep breath, knowing you had no choice but to accept your new circumstances.Â
âOkay.â
âOkay?â He raises a brow at how you justâŚÂ accepted it.
âYeah⌠I believe it.â You respond flatly, then point at him, casually motioning your finger up and down. âYour attitude kinda sucked when we first met.â
He grimaces, taken aback by the statement. âNo, it doesnâtââ
âYou also liked to argue, too.â
âOkayâ whatever,â he waves a dismissive hand, not at all interested in hearing what else you had to say. At this point, it just sounded like you wanted to shit on him, something he actually doesnât have any fucking time for right now. âYouâre a sorcerer⌠right?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âChrist.â Satoru sighs, turning on his heel. âYouâre fuckinâ uselessââ
You scoff, more humored than offended. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âTo figure this shit out!â he snaps, throwing his arms out as he turns around to face you.Â
âOkay,â you shrug, still way too calm for Satoruâs liking, as it pisses him off even more. âIf you donât get it all figured out tonight, you can always come back. We have a guest room.âÂ
âYeah, thanks.â He huffs out a bitter laugh, as if that was the dumbest suggestion heâs ever heard. âI appreciate the offer.âÂ
âÂ
âYagaâ Satoru storms into the principalâs office, ignoring all his cursed stuffed animals, but noticing what heâs done with his hair. âWhat the fuck happened to you?â
The principal's brows pinch together, wishing he had locked the door to his office. Satoru fucked with him enough today by showing up to a meeting 20 minutes late with some sugary frap in his hand, and now heâs storming into his office, insulting him out of nowhere.Â
âActually, nevemind.â Satoru waves a hand to stop him from even answering his question, reminding himself not to get sidetracked right now. âLook, I need your help. I got sent into the future by some curse, and I need to get back.â
Yaga inhales sharply. âWhat are you even talking about?â
âExactly what I just said! Iâm from 2009! Not whatever age I am nowââ
â31.â
Satoru throws up a little in his mouth. âSend me back.âÂ
Yaga lets out a long, disappointed sigh. Itâs always something with Satoru. Always. Having to deal with the younger version of him was a painful reminder that heâs been dealing with his bullshit for well over a decade now. Nothing surprises him anymore. Â
âLet me see if some other windows would be willing to help look through the library. Iâm sure youâll be able to find information on what kind of curse you got hit with.â
âThank you,â Satoru groans, still not very pleased by everyoneâs reactions thus far, but grateful that he can at least get somewhere with Yaga⌠unlike a certain somebody.Â
Hours later, he finds himself at the schoolâs dusty, unkept library. It looks worse than it originally looked before he walked in. Books sprawled everywhere. Research papers were scattered all over the tables and floor. Assistants running around in every direction, more than half of them terrified at the total 180 in Satoruâs attitude.Â
âW-we canât find anything,â Ijichi says, too old to be acting this scared in Satoruâs opinion.Â
He hums, elbows still resting on his knees, not bothering to sit up. âHey, Ijichi?â
Ijichi gulped loudly, managing to annoy the worldâs strongest sorcerer even more. â...Yes?âÂ
âHow are you even more incompetent now than you were before?â
âI tried my best! I swear!â
âWell, itâs not good enoughâ Iâm still here!â he snaps at the nervous wreck of a man. Thank fucking god Ijichi listened to him and just became a window. He sucks at it too, but at least itâs easier for this dumbass to avoid death. âGodâ what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!â
âThis is just one of the libraries, thereâs more! And some in Kyoto too, that weâll have the Kyoto branch check out.â
âDo whatever you need to do. Iâm just letting you know right now that if I'm not back by tomorrow, you better watch the fuck out.â
The threat is followed by complete dead silence, aside from a certain someone's breath catching in horror.
âMe?!â Ijichi squeaks out.
The sorcerer doesnât bother answering that and instead walks away, grumbling something insulting under his breath, just in complete and utter disbelief over how Ijichi truly hasnât changed.Â
â
You figured your husband would eventually come back, so you set some food aside for him, and now youâre sitting at the dinner table, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face as he picks at his dinner with the chopsticks in his hand.Â
âIs the food good?â
âSure.â
âI can warm that up for you, if you want?â you ask, barely trying to hide your amusement.Â
âNo thanks,â he curtly responds before shoving another piece of karaage into his mouth. Heâs known to have a sweet tooth, but chicken karaageâs probably his favorite food, savory wise. You almost want to tell him that heâs allowed to enjoy food even if his day hasnât gone the way he had planned. âIâd appreciate it if you stopped staring.âÂ
Your lips twitch, threatening to break out into a fit of laughter. âRight, sorry.â
âMommyâŚ? Is Daddy home yet?âÂ
Oh great. As if the day couldnât get any worseâ now thereâs a child.
âYeah,â you respond in a tentative tone, shooting Satoru a look that screams âbehave or elseâ, and even though you are currently a stranger to him, it intimidates him enough to behave for the time being.Â
A little girl, no older than 4 years old, walks into the kitchen and Satoruâs eyes nearly bulge out of his head upon seeing his daughter. Itâs pretty obvious sheâs his with her baby blue eyes and stark white hair. Her facial features are entirely yours, though. Itâs strange to see.
âHey⌠kiddoââ he awkwardly says, not really sure how to address the little girl. You clear your throat, mouthing âprincessâ when he looks at you, because your daughter also happens to have her dadâs attitude. âI mean princess.â
Itâs hilarious how unnatural it sounds right now when he was the one who started calling her that the moment you two took her home from the hospital.Â
âYou pomis to wead bedtime stowie,â she starts to poutâ same exact way he does.
âDid I?â He gives the girl a sympathetic look, albeit fake.Â
âYeah,â she frowns as she walks up to you, giving him the worldâs nastiest side eye. âLiar.â
Why is that the one word sheâs able to enunciate correctly? She didnât even stutter.
âYeahâ I was a little busy with work today,â he murmurs, as if she knew what that even meant. With the glare she was giving him, he doubted sheâd even care if he broke down what work and the importance of it was. âMaybe mommy can read to you tonight?â
Sai wasnât having that.Â
Satoru spent the end of his night reading her favorite book to her. Multiple times. He almost asked if it was some form of punishment for not upholding a promise he didnât technically make himself, but decided against it in fear that sheâd make him read it one more time. Sai fell asleep⌠eventually. Despite there being no way to prove it, he knows that the little girl forced herself to stay up out of pure spite.Â
But still, he finds himself smiling as he thinks about his nightmare of a future, not wiping it off quickly enough when you lightly knock on the guest bedroom door.
âHereâs some jammys for the night.â You smile back as you walk up and hand him a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, both neatly folded up. âFigured you wouldnât want to sleep in your work clothes.â
âOh uhâ thanks.â He clears his throat and forces out a laugh, pushing through the embarrassment of getting caught smiling to himself.Â
Youâre giving him that look again. The one thatâs mixed with amusement and a bit of fondness, where you look like youâre about to start making fun of him, but never do. Satoru would rather die than admit it makes him nervous.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Thereâs a small pause as your smile grows. âDo you like your kid?â
âSheâs weird.â
âYeah, noâ you wouldnât believe who she got that from.â
âFuck off.â A laugh easily slips through his lips this time, unable to stay serious at the thought of her inheriting even just a quarter of the traits he had as a child. Then it grows quiet again as he realizes she probably has the freedom to be a kid.Â
He wants to ask, but you beat him to it with a statement that answered the question he had in mind.Â
âYour duties as her father donât end just because you managed to time travel by the way,â you say playfully, though he knows youâre being dead serious.Â
He can only guess what other horrors that little girl will subject him to for the rest of his time here. To put it simply, sheâs not afraid of Dad.Â
For once, somebody doesnât look at him as a god to fear.Â
â
Itâs been over a month.Â
Ijichi and the rest of the windows are just as useless as they were when they first started trying to find answers. All thatâs changed is that Nanami knows, and doesnât seem to be too thrilled about the fact that he is now involved.
But still, the search for the fix to his predicament continues, turning every library and warehouse upside down. Thatâs all they could really doâ aside from asking the elders for assistance of some sort.Â
Over his dead body.Â
Knowing theyâd most likely do more harm than good, everyoneâs agreed to keep this all a little secret from them.
So all thatâs left to do, or rather forced to do, is to be patient. Itâs hard. Satoru doesnât do patientâ heâs the type to snap his fingers and have a solution magically appear right before his eyes. You can only imagine how difficult itâs been for him to accept that he canât immediately get what he wants right now.
Not to mention the fact that he had to continue working throughout all of this, but that wasnât very surprising.Â
Now, what was surprising was learning that he has his weekends completely to himself. If anything, he assumed heâd just work more as time went on, but no. Turns out he threatened to kill the higher-ups if they didnât let him have that when you two got married.Â
Satoru looks over your body once.Â
Twice.Â
He totally understands his future self.Â
He looks again for a third time, and you just so conveniently turn around, showing off your cute, frilly little apron covered in flour streaks.Â
Itâs Sundayâ youâve been baking sweet treats all morning, and he wishes he had been a little nicer to you. Especially a couple of days ago when he snapped at you.Â
You had found him sitting alone on the balcony, head in his hands from yet another day of failure.Â
âHey⌠any good news?â
âNo,â he said impatiently. âIf there was, I wouldnât fucking be here right now.âÂ
âFair enough.â Your voice took a dip as you looked at the ground, allowing yourself to feel a little hurt for a moment before trying to lift the mood again. âWell⌠me and Sai stopped by your favorite bakery and got you the cookies you like if you wanted someââ
âNoâ no,â Satoru cut you off. âI donât want your fucking cookies. I donât want to do a family movie night where all we watch is Ms. Rachel. I donât want to read some book about a mouse trying to become a fucking painter over and over again. I donât want ANY of it. I want to fucking go homeâ what part about that do you not get?â
You tried to stand as straight as possible despite your shoulders growing heavier, pushing against the small frown threatening to carve itself across your face. You forgot how mean he used to be, at least during that first year of dating him. It only stings more because the man you married would never raise his voice like that, and you remind yourself that this isnât him.
After a long pause, he looked up at you and immediately felt guilt wash over him.
âI didnât mean that,â he tried to meet your eyes as he began to backtrack. âIâm sorry, I justâ fuck. I didnât mean any of thatââ
âItâs fine.â You forced yourself to look at him again and smile. âIâll uh⌠give you some space.â
The one thing about Satoru is that he doesnât apologize. Like ever. So, one could only imagine how painfully awkward it was later that night when he knocked on your bedroom door to say he was sorry. It didnât help that you were in a paper-thin silk slip, skin glistening from the lotion you rubbed all over itâ he spent half his time trying not to stare at your tits. Had you been anyone else, it wouldnât have felt as genuine.Â
But thank fuck he apologized, you probably wouldâve spent all day ignoring him.Â
You raise a brow, and his cheeks start to pink. âWhat are you staring at?âÂ
âNothing, you justââ he awkwardly gestures at your entire body, âthereâs flour all over you.âÂ
It almost sounds like heâs offended by it. He kind of is. You keep your foot on his fucking neckâ he doesnât even know why he came out here.Â
âOh, rightâ 'cause messes have always bothered you,â you lean over the island ever so slightly. The pink on his cheeks darkens as you do, unable to control his eyes from drifting down to your cleavage. And while heâs not exactly ashamed of lookingâ you are his wife after allâ he canât help but be a little flustered.Â
Heâs always had a thing for milfs.
Especially when said milf is talking about messesâ he knows a couple of places he could make a mess on right now.Â
âNah,â he rests his elbows on the marble counter as a playful grin stretches across his face. âThis is nothing compared to how I like it.â Â
You tilt your head, a small laugh escaping you as you rest your chin over your palm, curious to see where this conversation will get you.Â
âHow do you like it?â you ask, as if you didnât already know how filthy and depraved he could get when heâs alone in a room with you.Â
And you fucking miss that.Â
He opens his mouth to respond.Â
Then you hear your daughter whimpering about waking up alone. Itâs nothing new, and you revert back to mom mode as you watch her turn the corner and waddle towards you.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, is not used to this. The slightly bruised laugh he lets out just barely masks his desire to fucking scream. What a fucking cockblockâ no wonder you only have one kid.Â
His kid completely ignores his existence as she wraps herself around your leg, continuing to whimper despite no actual tears streaming down her cheeks. âI had a nightmawh.â
Meanwhile, thereâs Satoru, who has yet to wake up from his very own nightmare. He internally sighs, then attempts to grab her attention because it doesnât feel very good watching her give it all to you. âYou wanna share a muffin with daddy?â
Itâs starting to sound more natural.
âY-yeah,â she sniffles.Â
Minutes later, sheâs sitting on his lap, absolutely demolishing the blueberry muffin they ended up splittingâ a complete 180. He couldnât be mad, even if he tried.Â
His little girl was a dream.Â
â
Month two. Ijichi is still as useless as ever. He stopped complaining to you about him, though. You noticed he doesnât talk about going back to his original timeline all that much anymore.
Itâs not like Satoruâs given up hope, heâs just more present, as if he finally realized that wallowing in self-pity wasnât going to send him back any faster. Heâs unknowingly more like his future selfâ laid back, not a care in the world.Â
Heâs even sleeping in for once. Itâs not that hard though when Saiâs gone for the day. She seemed to care more about getting the hell out of the house with her grandparents than greeting her father a good morning. You didnât push her to, eitherâ figuring Satoru needed the sleep. He always does.Â
Itâs too bad that his phone started blowing up at around 10:00 am. Unfortunately for you, he left his phone in the living room, leaving you to get up and grab it since the master bedroom was the closest room to it. With how thick the walls are, you doubt heâd even hear it.
With a long sigh, you rise from bed, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you snatch the stupid phone off the coffee table.Â
The snores coming from Satoru reach your ears before you even open the door. You have to hold back a laugh as you walk in and take a look at him. Face down, his long limbs sprawled over the bed, messy white hair sticking out in all directions.Â
You reach out and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, surprised infinity is off.Â
âToru?â He stirs a bit, and you cautiously attempt to wake him up again. âToruâ someoneâs been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes now.â
He lifts his head, eyes still sealed shut as he murmurs, âWho?âÂ
âUhh,â you look at the screen, unsure of who it might be. âYour contact name for them is nerd.âÂ
You know itâs not Ijichi because his contact name is âcourage đśâ in his phone. Someone else must've annoyed Satoru for him to change yet another contact.Â
Satoru shoves his head back into the pillow and groans before taking the phone off your hands.
Itâs Nanami. He, of all people, should know now is not the time to be blowing up his phone right now because he is fucking sleeping. Itâs a Saturday for fucks sake.Â
Satoru sighs and accepts the call, grumbling into the phone. âWhat?â
Nanami cuts straight to the chase, as he would rather be doing anything else right now.Â
âHow long are you planning on hiding your secret from the higher-ups?â he asks in a clipped tone.Â
Satoru rubs his eyes, too tired to return the same sense of urgency his friend seems to have at the moment. âForever.â
âDonât give me that.â A vein pops up on the side of the usually stoic manâs forehead. âThey asked me about you this morning. They know somethingâs up. I canât keep covering for you if it means my own safetyâs on the line.â
âYou really havenât changed, have you?â Itâs more of a statement than a question.
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to meanââ
âYouâll be fine,â Satoru cuts him off. âTheyâre always up my ass anyway. I doubt theyâre even suspicious. They just donât know how to mind their own fuckinâ business. Seriously. Youâre worrying over nothing right now.â
âI swear to god Gojo, if youââ
âKayâ good night.âÂ
Click.
Nanamiâs probably fuming right now, but heâll get over it. Satoru wanted to enjoy this. Lying in a comfy bed, surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet. He closes his eyes and stretches a bit, then rests his hands behind his head.Â
He wouldâve forgotten that you were still sitting at the edge of the bed had you not lightly cleared your throat. One eye opens to look at you, then closes. The last thing he wants to do is share the reason why Nanami had been blowing up his phone all morning.Â
âJust because you canât see me doesnât mean Iâm not here.â You cross your arms. âWhat was that all about?âÂ
âNothinâ,â he easily says. âJust Nanami being Nanamiâ the guyâs a fuckinâ stickler for no reason.âÂ
âThatâs a little rude, no?â you chastise him.Â
âSo is waking me up.âÂ
âSai wakes you up all the time, though.â
âSaiâs a ball of sunshine,â he says, quickly coming to her defense. âNot a grown man with depressionâ where is she by the way?âÂ
âSheâs spending the afternoon with my parents.âÂ
Both eyes open this time, and stay open. âWhy didnât you go with them?â
âNo way,â you wave a hand. âI need a break, too.âÂ
âYeah, noâ Iâm sure,â he agrees, feeling flustered all the sudden.Â
And Satoru being Satoru, he doesnât do a very good job of hiding it, once again forgetting that you can read him better than anyone else can.
You smile, scooching closer, âYou good there?âÂ
âYeah, mâfine,â he murmurs, trying not to shift around too much.
âI can take care of that, you know.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThat.â You look down at the boner heâs been trying to hide since finding out itâs just you two here.
âThatâs notââ His brain straight up short-circuits. âYou donât think thatâs weird?âÂ
âNo.â You continue to inch forward, getting closer to him. âDo you think itâs weird?â
âNoâ never,â he shakes his head, answering a little too fast. âFuckâ wonât future me get mad?âÂ
âNot at all. The most heâd probably do is make me show him what we did.âÂ
âMake you show him?â he repeats after you in disbelief.Â
âIs that a problem?âÂ
âNo, thatâsâ thatâs fuckinâ hot.âÂ
Minutes later, youâre leaning forward with your hand wrapped around his base, and his breath catches as you start to slowly pump his cock.Â
âFeel good?âÂ
His lids lower as he hums, âyeahâ keep going.â
You lean forward, letting a string of spit fall from your lips to the tip of his cock, letting it mix with the precum that was already beading down from it. The wet sounds of you stroking him begin to grow, making the heat in between your legs start to pool.
âCan I sit on it?â You look up at him, batting your lashes as you innocently ask.Â
âPlease,â he blurts out, just about ready to start begging you to.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât just as eager as him after all the weeks spent pretending like you donât notice the way he stares at you. Lustfully. The slip youâre wearing happens to be extra short today, so you forego stripping down and practically pounce on him. Your soaked panties grazing over his rock-hard length as you straddle him, letting yourself get comfortable while Satoru grows impatient.Â
His hands find themselves planted on your hips and pull you down. A low groan escapes him as he grinds you against him. âGodâ fuck me. Please.â
âWell, since youâre being so sweetââ
You reach down, hooking a finger into the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side. Heâs already lining himself up with your entrance, teasing your hole as he runs his tip through your folds, collecting all the slick. His lips part as he watches in awe at how damn wet you are.Â
His head tips back as you lower yourself, groaning and rambling to himself as if you werenât there to hear it all.Â
"Fuck. Youâre so hot.â His words come out strained as he watches you start to take him inch by inch, slowly working yourself open. âSo fuckinâ tight, too.âÂ
âMmmâ forgot how big you are.â Your voice is all soft and breathy from the fullness, nails slowly digging into his abs as you bottom out.
It takes a minute to adjustâ it has been 3 months after all. But then you finally roll your hips, and Satoru almost starts singing praises at how good you are at thatâ  lifting your hips all the way up and throwing them back, taking all of him.Â
"Fuck yeahâ just like that," he breathes, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Feels so fucking good."
You murmur back a measly, âkay,â already dizzy from the stretch. Youâre able to keep up the pace on your own for a bit, until you feel his grip on you tighten and the sounds of skin slapping against his start to grow as he starts to help you out.Â
You wouldnât exactly call it help though, not when he ended up doing all the workâ holding you steady while he practically bounces you on his cock, pulling more and more moans out of you as the head of his cock repeatedly kissed your sweet spot with almost no effort.Â
"You take it so good," he groans, pupils blown wide as he starts to feel himself lose control, snapping his hips up a little harder than the last. He wants more, he always wants moreâ so he pulls you forward and pulls your straps down far enough for your tits to spill out. "Perfect fuckinâ tits. Been thinking about these for weeks."
You let out a surprised gasp as he pops a nipple in his mouth with no warning. You fully believe him with the way he starts sucking and swirling and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, all while snapping his hips up harder.Â
He pulls back with a pop, looking up at you for approval. âWas that good?â
âMhm.â Thereâs a fucked out expression on your face as you weakly nod. âHarder.â
âYou want me to fuck you harder?â
âYeah.âÂ
Something in him snaps. Eager to please you, he flips you over and folds you underneath himâ grabbing the back of your knees and pinning them to your chest so he can drive his cock into you deeper.Â
âBetter?â
He drives his hips forward again, knocking the air out of your lungs. âGodâ yes.â
âI canâtâ fuckâ canât believe youâre all mine, canât believe I get to have you,â he starts to ramble as the sounds of him absolutely pounding into you fill the room. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfectâ all of you.âÂ
He crashes his lips into yoursâ the kiss is messy, powered by hunger. Satoruâs always been overwhelming, but itâs been years since itâs been this emotionally intense. He fucks you like he needs you, like heâs been waiting for you all his life.Â
Your walls begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock, pulling another groan out of him. âYou close?â
âYeah,â you whine, feeling the pressure begin to coil. âKeep going.â
Heâs close too, you can tell by how sloppy his thrusts have grown, no longer trying to control himself as he starts chasing after both of your releases. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you faster, harderâ balls slapping against your ass with each lewd wet squelch.Â
Your orgasm hits you hard after one particularly rough thrust. Scratching at his back as a cry tears through you, and it only goes straight to his dick, not even realizing just how overstimulated you are from the way he drills into you.Â
âFuck.â Itâs just one word that comes out of his mouth after realizing how hard heâs about to fucking cum. He bites into your shoulder as his balls start to tighten, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces himself.Â
When it happens, itâs a lot. He shoves himself deep inside of you, unaware of all the weight he puts on you as hot spurts of cum begin to flood your walls. Slowly grinding against you, letting your tight pussy milk the rest of him.Â
Youâre wrecked by the end of it. You both areâ lids tired and heavy, bodies sore and out of breath.
And in the end, you just let yourself fall asleep, unaware of the soft kiss pressed against your temple as he watched you.
â
Itâs month three, and Satoru doesnât want to go back.Â
What was the point? Itâs not like he had anyone or anything to go back to. Jujutsu Society never crumbled from him getting shot into the future. Would it really be that bad if he just never went back and continued on with his life from here?
He hasnât uttered a word about it out loud, but the way he completely stopped asking Yaga and Ijichi for updates was telling of where he was at mentally. Â
Acceptance.Â
He likes his life here.Â
Youâve come to your own conclusion after these last three months.
No wonder why he was so hot and cold when you were trying to get to know him. Satoru got a little taste of genuine comfort, only for it to be ripped away from him sometime before you two actually met. It explains all the times you wondered why he even tried with you, despite being too emotionally inept to even be in a relationship. He probably went through the beginning of your relationship thinking you could disappear at any second.Â
With that being said, he canât stay here. As much as youâd love to continue being the source of comfort for this version of Satoru, he needs to experience the last year he spent alone before meeting you. He needs to feel cautious around you. He needs to try and fail at opening up a handful of times before getting comfortable with the idea of truly being vulnerable with a person. Getting over that element of fear he had towards getting close to others is what made him a husband and fatherâ he couldnât just skip that part of his life.Â
You have no idea how youâre going to tell him that, though. Youâre not one to kick a sick puppy, especially one as cute as him. Heâs so happy here with you and Sai that the thought of doing so makes your chest ache.Â
Heâs having a tea party with Sai right now, limbs way too long to sit in the little stool she pulled up for him to sit in. He drinks imaginary tea from the plastic pink cup she hands him, and your chest aches some more. You force yourself to look away before the tears start.Â
Youâd do the next 11 years all over again if you could.
âHey, Honey?â Satoru calls out to you.
Thereâs a pause before you whip your head aroundâ itâs been months since heâs called you that. Thereâs nothing but warmth and fondness in his eyes as his gaze meets yours. âWhy is Nanamiâs number saved under ânerdâ in my phone?â
Heâs back.
âI donât know,â you laugh, despite the tear falling down your cheek. âYou tell me.â
â
Satoru didnât want to believe it when everything around him went dark once again. Itâs not until his feet touch the ground with a soft thud and he finds himself back in his messy, cold dorm when reality slapped him across the face.
Something between a sob and a gut-wrenching scream rips from his throat. Grabbing the round shades he had hoped heâd never have to fucking wear again, he rips them off his face and sends it crashing into the wall, breaking into a hundred little pieces. He doesnât stop. Doesnât give himself a chance to even breathe or think before raising his hand and releasing a purple orb with just a flick of his fingers.Â
Impulsive. Reckless. Deadly.Â
Satoru was fucking devastated.Â
Nobody knew what triggered him that night. All they knew was that the east wing of the school looked like it had been hit by an asteroid by the time he calmed down. He didnât speak to anyone for a good two weeks following the incident. Everyone wants to think he was lucky the explosion didnât have any casualties, but then they remembered who he was: Satoru fucking Gojo.Â
Godâs donât get punished, nor do natural disastersâ itâs hard to tell which one he was at this point.Â
One Year Later
âIf itâs that small of a curse, why are you sending me there?â Satoru continues to argue with one of the new managers over the phone.Â
It wasnât that small of a curse. It was a grade one. But still, given the sorcererâs title as a special grade, he was overqualified for the job.Â
âIâm sorry, we just donât have anyone available to take on the case at the moment.â The young woman continues to apologize over the phone. âI think we might have a grade 3 available for the job. I- I can checkââ
âSave it.â Satoru cuts her off. He wasnât that heartless to push the case off to some 15 year old. Thatâs exactly how Haibara died. âSend me the address.âÂ
The mission was nothing short of an inconvenience for him. He liked a challenge when exorcising curses, and the damn thing didnât even put up a fucking fight. He traveled 2 hours to get here just for that? Unbelievable.Â
He wasnât ready to leave and sit on a train for another 2 hours just yet, so he decided to walk around the town for a bit.Â
It was a cute place, a little quiet. Kinda boring. Thatâs never a bad thing, though. Lots of mom and pop shops, a few coffee shops scattered around, one of which he decided to try. A little sugarâs always good, at least to him.Â
The smell of vanilla and roasted coffee beans hit him as he walked into the place. There was a decent amount of customers inside. Not too much to feel crowded, but enough to stay busy. He keeps his eyes on the menu the entire time. The line moves fast, and he figures out what he wants just in time.Â
âAnd what can I get started for you today?â
His eyes are still on the screen, reading the item off the menu.
âCan I get a white chocolate mocha frappuccino, with an extra pump ofâŚâ his words die out, and his eyes widen as he finally looks at the girl taking his order. âHey.â
âHi.â You laugh at the way this stranger loses his train of thought. âExtra pump of white chocolate syrup?â
âYeah.â He exhales, unable to rip his eye off you as you write the words down on the plastic cup with a sharpie.Â
âName for the order?â
âGoâ Satoru,â he corrects himself. âItâs Satoru.â
Heâs a little awkward, but you still find him quite charming and smile. âAlright, Satoru. Your order should be ready in about 10 minutes.â
âAwesome. Thanks,â he nods rather pathetically, then goes to sit in an empty corner of the shop with only one thought in mind:Â
He has 10 minutes to come up with what to say to get your number.Â
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random blurb because he's acts of service final boss. gender-neutral. fluff. no warnings. not proofread :3 still, hope u enjoy! :')đ
calloused hands that go wrinkled or badly strainedâit's just a normal part of anton's day. he juggles cello practice and swim training, often having to write with tired hands or practice his guitar when he has free time.
as his hands ache from the strings and the pull of the water, you would always take his palms into yours and knead the tension out of his muscles with the same gentleness he offers you.
anton's (one of his) favorite things about you is when your eternal love for oranges. so, it has also become his habit to always bring you oranges or fresh tangerines he finds in the market. sometimes, itâs the tiny bundle of kiat-kiats you finish easily in one sitting.
he also likes how clean your peelings are. he likes how focused you are when you peel them instantly, as if you were competing in a rubikâs cube competition.
anton notices. he notices how you always peel for him. he doesn't have to ask or request; your hands just swiftly pass him a peeled piece, sometimes even holding it near his mouth already.
in return, you notice and love the littlest things he does for you. carrying your bag, tying your shoelaces, opening a bottle cap, reminding you of your to do's, remembering your favorite flavors, knowing how you like your coffee, and sooo much more.
some people call it the "orange peel theory." you just call it love. and to you, it's anton.
there's a quiet choreography of care through this shared bond. the way the citrus scent clings to your fingertips, he notices how precisely you peel those tangerines and how you offer them to him before yourself. (though sometimes you do take a bite first, just to inform him if the piece is sweet or sour.)
sometimes anton had to wait patiently like a bird when youâre peeling a particularly stubborn tangerine. you eat the first slice, your face scrunching up in an instant. he immediately knows. if you finally hand a certain slice to him, itâs the sweet one he deserves. he finds it lovingly that youâre trying to save him from the sour ones.
moreover, he can't afford to make his strained hands move to peel a tangerine, let alone have the juice spill on any possible open wounds on his fingers. with his tired hands, he'd rather just skip the fruit entirely.
but he has you. well, double benefit. he also gets his source of vitamin c from his clementine personified, who loves to peel oranges for him as if it's a profession of love.
"i have peelings for you," he joked one time, followed by a giggle because he realized how cheesy it sounded.
"well, well, well. orange you glad we met?" you hit back with the exact same dorkiness. this resulted in him grinning ear-to-ear, until the tips of his ears turned cherry red.
one time when you were eating ramen with him, your hands went into autopilot mode on the boiled egg he ordered; you peeled it clean, leaving not a single crack or damaged spot on the egg white. itâs as if these small acts of service you do naturally for him are done from love and with love.
anton just lets you. he's so fond of you and this gesture. would he peel oranges for you? he'd rather let you do it. it's your way of love and kindness. instead, he'd plant an orange tree for you so you can have fresh fruit all the time and he would squeeze an orange juice every morning. or he'll just pray that there would be a cloudy chance of oranges.
again, would he peel oranges for you? yes. (so, please let him for once)!
there is a quiet trade of softness for sweetness. it's always the acts of service that go both ways with anton. this was about more than your love for oranges... or even how skilled your hands were in contrast to his tired ones.
he thinks that this favorite habit of yours is more than just the kindness he knows about you. loving people do exist, because you exist. you extend and show love to him with no questions asked, even in the simplest way of peeling the fruits you love to share with him.
he's just as attentive as you. his love is precisely sweet. yours is delicately tender. just like a perfect halve of an orange.
you thought, if there's pure love, then it's probably anton.
after a long day, you were met with a mesh of tangerines at your table. there's a piece of paper inside along with eight round oranges waiting to be peeled for the week (or maybe three days max!). in anton lee's very recognizable handwriting, the note says: "i love you. i'm glad you exist."
no money? no problem! pizzadeliveryguy!sukuna x opportunist!reader
cw: backshots, slight degradation, reader lies on the spot after seeing how beefy the pizza guy was, just a fun little drabble based off this ask
âyouâre kidding,â the man groans, sliding a hand down his face as he holds a warm box of pizza in the other. âyou couldnât have told me that when i called 5 minutes ago, asking for fucking directions to get here? âfucks wrong with you??â
a lot.
he doesnât get paid enough for this. the fact that youâre the last delivery of the night makes this all even worseâ he couldâve been home by now! lounging back on his couch with an ice cold beer, watching a show, not out here in the freezing cold as some chick looks at him all doe-eyed, probably thinking you can sweet talk your way out of this.
and you can. you absolutely can. youâre ready to do more than just talk your way out of this. âiâm so sorry,â you feign innocence, just barely hiding how giddy you are. âi swear i thought i had $20 on me.â
âyou got a venmo or something?â he continues to be annoyed, trying to ignore that fact that youâre barely dressed and a little too happy for a girl who claims to be broke. though he must admit, the silk shorts and tank top look pretty damn cute.
âi donât have a phone.â
âno?â he clicks his tongue, holding back a laugh at how ridiculous of a lie that is when you had just spoken to him over the phone. he rests his arm over the door frame and leans down, lips curving to a grin as he continues to entertain whatever this is. âwell what do you have then, sweetheart? gotta have somethin.â
it all happened faster than you thought it would.
âwho just lets the pizza guy in like this, huh?â he heaves, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, filling the living room with the lewd sounds of harsh slaps and wet squelches.
âi donât know,â you say through struggled moan, barely able to form a thought from how he has youâ on your knees, back in the craziest arch as he delivers the deepest backshots, fucking you dumb on your couch that wonât stop creaking. âi- i justââ
âyouâre just, what?â he laughs, not letting up on the brutal pace heâs had from the start. he grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up to mutter in your ear. âa fuckinâ slut?â he chuckles as you pathetically nod. a hand snakes around you and pressed against your lower belly. âyou really are a little slut, look how good youâre taking me. you feel me? feel how fuckinâ deep i am?â
âuh-huh,â you whine from the way he continues to press down on to the bulge on your tummy and taunt you. he was big. everything about him was. he was strong too, having to hold you close to him so you didnât fall forward each time he slammed his hips against you. âit was so worth it thoughâ fuckâ feels so good.â
he smirks, satisfied with the praise. âyeah?â
âmhmâ shit, right there,â you cry out, making him shove you back down as he continues to give you exactly what you want.
how could he not? especially when youâve been so sweet to him.
he grabs both your wrists and pulls them back, keeping you in that perfect arch while he pounds into you, just hammering through your walls and hitting your sweet spot every. single. time. itâs insane, youâve never been with anyone thatâs made you cum this much. who wouldâve thought it would be him.
he was clearly experienced, it was the direct result of him being attractive as hell, and he knew it. but this? getting the chance to live through something that was straight out of some raunchy porno? of course he took you up on your offer. a lucky man he was.
âyeah, thatâs it. cum for me. show me how good this strangers making your pussy feel,â he groans, watching the creamy ring around the base of his cock grow thicker and thicker.
god, he was nastyâ not just in the way he fucked you, but with his words, the way he talked you through it as if he didn't already have you a sobbing mess from the way he was manhandling you. he was fucking shameless and it all unfortunately goes straight to your core, making the pressure in you build up even faster.
at this point he's just working it out of you. you might be a crying, babbling mess, but this was light work for him. pulling you back, making you take each and every inch he was stuffing into you with ease.
"c'mon on, give it to me," he continues to encourage you, roughly. it's not like you had much of a choice to begin with-- not with how fast he was going, and definitely not with how he straight up abuses your sweet spot, the fat cock of his cock just hitting it over and over again.
and the orgasm doesn't just hit you, it fucking tears through you and you don't even recognize the sound you made when it did. you don't know whether you should be embarassed or grateful for how hard the guy made you cum.
not that it stays on your mind for too long, you're easily pushed into overstimulation while he chases his own release. your ears are still ringing, all you can hear are the rough grunts above you and the wet schlick everytime he drags his cock out of you. a couple harsh thrusts later and he's cumming too. you can feel his dick throbbing and you're almost disappointed that you made him wear a condom.
almost.
you had to remind yourself that he was stranger for fucks sake.
"you sure you don't have a phone?" he continues to heave, trying to catch his breath as he slowly pulled out of you.
"...why?" you ask nervously, thinking he's still going to make you pay. that would've been beyond unfair. you might just start crying again.
he scoffs. "so i can get your number, lyin' piece of shit," he ends up scolding you.
but in time you'll quickly realize that this pizza guy loves his women on the crazier side, and you were not getting rid of him anytime soon.
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pairing: ghostface! p. jisung x fem.reader
genre: smut, slasher, best friend's brother
summary: halloween should have been another forgettable college party... until the quiet boy whoâs loved you from the shadows decides he's had enough of being invisible.
wc: 11.4k+
content warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, unhealthy attachment, dubcon/dubious consent, slight age gap (4 years) rough sex, choking (breathplay), face-fucking, anal sex, blindfolds, explicit sexual content, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, voyeurism, alcohol consumption, drunk driving, violence/gore (slasher themes), degradation, possessive!jisung, non-consensual recording, self-pleasure, manipulation, post-orgasm overstimulation, psychological horror, dark themes.
a/n: i was rushing to post this the last minute of halloween! but i hope you enjoy my little freaks<33 tis my first time writing a slasher kind of fic and it ended up giving ghostface meets joe goldberg from you but i hope i did it justice lol. feedback as always is greatly appreciated!
Jisung had been in love with you for four years, two months, and sixteen days.
Not that he was counting.
The exact moment was seared into his memory with the clarity that only comes from years of obsession. His sophomore year, late August, unseasonably warm for the dying days of summer.Â
You'd shown up at his house with his sister, Jiwoo, and something about you had changed in the months since he'd last seen you. Your hair was shorterâcut to your shoulders in a way that made your neck look longer, more elegant. You were wearing this sundress, yellow with little white flowers scattered across the fabric.Â
Even now, he could close his eyes and see it perfectly: the way the cotton moved when you walked, catching on your thighs; the way the sun painted gold across your bare shoulders; the delicate chain of your necklace glinting against your collarbone.
He'd been staring (of course he'd been staring, he was fifteen and stupid and utterly incapable of controlling where his eyes went when you were in the room) and you'd caught him. For one terrible second, he thought you would be annoyed or disgusted.
Instead, you'd just smiled fondly. Reached over and ruffled his hair like you always did, like he was a golden retriever who'd done a particularly good trick.
"Don't worry, Sungie. High school gets better after freshman year."
You'd thought he was nervous about school. Thought the flush crawling up his neck, the way he couldn't quite meet your eyes, the rabbit-quick pulse you could probably see hammering in his throat. You'd thought all of it was anxiety about classes and whether he'd make the basketball team.
That's when he knew he was fucked.
Because you'd never see him as anything more than Jiwoo's awkward little brother. The scrawny kid who used to trail behind you two during summer breaks, always begging to be included in whatever adventure you were planning. The boy who was just... there, like wallpaper or background music, noticed only when absent. You'd known him since he was twelve, and in your mind, he'd never stopped being twelve to you.
And that should have made him give up, move on, find someone else. Someone who would look at him and see a person worthy of attention.
But the heart (or whatever sick, twisted thing Jisung had in his chest) doesn't work like that. Rejection didn't kill his feelings. It mutated them. Made them grow into a desperate, gnawing hunger that kept him up at night.
It made him obsessed.
Four years later, and nothing changed at all.
Except for Jisung. He had changed, certainly. Puberty had finally taken pity on him and he'd shot up six inches in a single year, growing from a forgettable 5'7" to a respectable 6'1". Thank fucking god for genetics. He'd started working out with his best friend Jeno, who was into bodybuilding and protein shakes and had the discipline that Jisung had never possessed until he had a reason to. Until he had you as a reason.Â
He learned quickly that physical pain was easier to manage than emotional pain. He could control the burn in his muscles, the ache in his joints, the exhaustion that made him collapse into bed too tired to think about you for at least a few hours. His body transformed from something gangly and awkward into something strong.Â
The kind of body that made people step aside on the sidewalk, that drew appreciative glances from girls at parties, that should have been enough to make you finally, finally look at him differently.
But you didn't.
You still ruffled his hair whenever you saw him, still called him Sungie in that sing-song voice that dripped with affection and condescension in equal measure. The tone you'd use for a particularly cute puppy.
When you treated him like that he wanted nothing more want to grab you and make you understand that he wasn't a fucking kid anymore and hadn't been for a long time.
But he never did. Because that would require you to see him as a threat, as someone with desires and agency and the capacity to want things he shouldn't want. And you didn't. No matter what he did, no matter how much he changed his body, his clothes, his entire existence, you treated him exactly the same. Like he was still fifteen. Like he was invisible, or worse, like he was so thoroughly categorized in your mind as "little brother figure" that he might as well have been neutered.
And god, it made him furious.
Not at you. Never at you. You were perfect, blameless, a deity who could do no wrong in the twisted temple of his obsession.
No, the rage was directed inward, at himself for being stupid enough to fall in love with someone so thoroughly out of reach. At the universe for putting you in his path, for making you Jiwoo's friend, for ensuring that you were always there.
The worst part, the thing that made him want to claw his own skin off sometimes, was that this pent up rage didn't diminish the love. If anything, it fed it. The two emotions twisted together like strands of DNA, inseparable, until he couldn't feel one without the other.
Every dismissive smile made him want to scream and worship you in the same breath. Every casual touch that you thought nothing of sent him spiraling for hours, caught between fury and euphoria and a desperate, aching want that lived in his bones.
You were at his house constantly. Practically lived there after you started college since their house was particularly close to campus. You had your own drawer in Jiwoo's dresser, the bottom left one, where you kept spare clothes and makeup.Â
His mom bought your specific coffee creamer, the vanilla oat milk kind that cost twice as much as the regular stuff. His dad asked about your classes, your internship applications, your life with the kind of genuine interest he usually reserved for his own children.
You were family. Everyone said so. His mom called you her honorary daughter. Jiwoo called you her platonic soulmate.
And Jisung got a front-row seat to his own personal hell.
He watched you live your life up close. Every relationship you started with hopeful eyes and nervous laughter. Every heartbreak that left you crying on the couch at 2 AM, mascara tracking down your cheeks in dark rivers while Jiwoo rubbed your back. You'd fall asleep eventually, exhausted from crying, and Jisung would watch from the hallway while you lay there looking so heartbreakingly beautiful that he had to dig his nails into his palms until they bled and had to focus on that small, controllable pain to keep from doing something stupid.Â
He knew everything about you, too. Not the surface things that everyone knew like your major or your favorite movie. He knew the real things. The secret things.
He'd found your journal six months ago, tucked behind a row of old textbooks on Jiwoo's bookshelf. The journal was small, bound in soft leather that had worn smooth with handling, and he'd known immediately that it was yours. Heâd known that reading it would be a violation, a betrayal.
But he'd read every single page anyway.
Your handwriting was neat, looping, they probably taught it at that expensive private school you went to. Sometimes it got messier, though, when you were upset the letters would slope and crash into each other like cars piling up on a highway.Â
You wrote about everything. Your fears that you weren't good enough, smart enough, pretty enough. Your conviction that everyone would eventually leave once they saw the real you, the disappointing you hiding behind the smile and the jokes. Your desperate need to be perfect, to be worth keeping.
Reading it had made him sad. And also pissed him off.
Because you were so worried about people leaving, about not being enough, and meanwhile Jisung was right there. Right fucking there. Had been there for four years, watching and wanting and willing to take whatever scraps you'd throw him. Would be there for forty more years if you'd just look at him. If you'd just see that someone already thought you were perfect, already knew all your flaws and loved you not despite them but because of them.Â
But you refused to see it.
So he learned you in secret, hoarding information obsessively over the years, and started leaving things for you.Â
Nothing obvious, nothing that would raise suspicion. But when you mentioned losing your favorite earrings in the journal (small silver hoops, bought at some artisan market in New York three years ago), he'd spent hours tracking down the vendor, had driven to a different city on a weekday just to buy an identical pair. Then he'd "found" them on the bathroom floor, presented them to you with a casual "hey, are these yours?"
The way your face had lit up and you'd thrown your arms around him in gratitude had been worth every second of effort, every mile driven.
When you wrote about missing your grandmother's sugar cookies in another entry, his mom had suddenly developed a craving to bake that exact cookie after Jisung showed her the recipe. You'd cried when you tasted them, said they were almost exactly right, and Jisung had watched you lick sugar off your fingers and felt like a god.
This was love, he told himself. This was devotion. This was caring about someone enough to make their wishes come true even when they didn't know. To pay attention to even the most mundane details about their life.
Jisung even knew your schedule better than his own by now. Tuesday-Thursday class that ended at 3:30, followed by a stop at the campus coffee shop where you'd sit by the window and study for exactly fifty-three minutes before packing up. Gym on Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 6 AM which way too early, you complained in your journal, but it was the only time the place wasn't crawling with people. Therapy every other Thursday at 5 PM, followed by a smoothie from the place across the street because therapy "drained" you and you needed the sugar rush.
He'd followed you enough times to have the routes memorized. To know which streets you took, which shortcuts you preferred, which coffee shop bathroom you'd duck into if you were running late and needed to fix your makeup.Â
He told himself he did this to keep you safe. The world was dangerous, and you were so careless sometimes, walking with headphones in, not paying attention to your surroundings. Someone needed to watch out for you.
The fact that he got off on it, that knowing your patterns and routines gave him a sense of control and ownership that was probably deeply unhealthyâŚWell. He tried not to think about that part too hard.
He had a folder on his laptop labeled "Organic Chem Notes" that had nothing to do with chemistry. Inside were hundreds of photos of you, organized by date and location like some kind of deranged scrapbook. Some were from screenshots from Instagram, photos he'd saved from Jiwoo's posts or your other friends' feeds.Â
But his favorites were the ones he'd taken himself. Candid shots. You at the kitchen table doing homework, bottom lip caught between your teeth in concentration. You curled up on the couch watching TV laughing at something on screen, your head thrown back in a way that exposed the long line of your throat. You asleep in Jiwoo's bed, hair spread across the pillow in dark waves that made him think of Renaissance paintings, of devotional art, of saints and madonnas and things men built churches for.
That last photo was his favorite. He looked at it every night before bed, and sometimes (most times) his hand would drift into his pants while he stared at your sleeping face on his laptop screen. He'd imagine what it would be like to be there next to you instead of getting off through a screen. What it would feel like to touch you, to make you make those breathy sounds, to be the reason your face flushed and your pupils dilated and yourâ
He knew he was sick. The thought would surface sometimes, usually in the gray morning light when shame felt more potent. This wasn't normal. This wasn't healthy. This wasn't what love was supposed to look like.
But then he'd see you again, and none of that mattered. Because how could something that felt this consuming, this important, this real be wrong?
Other girls noticed him now. He wasn't the invisible kid anymor. He was tall and lean and apparently, according to Jaemin "had that mysterious quiet guy thing going on that chicks dig." He'd had offers. A girl in his Econ class who kept finding reasons to touch his arm. Someone at a party who'd pressed her number into his hand with a smile that promised everything. Opportunities to be normal, to want someone who wanted him back, to have the kind of relationship that didn't require hiding and obsessing and violating privacy.
But they weren't you.
And that made them worthless. Fundamentally, completely worthless. He couldn't even pretend to be interested. His body wouldn't cooperate, his mind wouldn't engage. They'd talk and all he could think about was how your voice sounded different, how they laughed wrong, how they'd never be you and that was an insurmountable flaw.
This frustrated him to no end. Why couldn't you just see him? What the fuck did he have to do?
But the frustration always dissolved eventually, melting back into that aching, desperate love that was the only constant in his life. The anger was just love's shadow, after all. Two sides of the same coin.
And it wasn't your fault. You didn't know. Couldn't know. He'd made sure of that, had been so careful to never let the mask slip, to never let you see the hunger in his eyes when he looked at you.
Besides, even if you did know, even if he laid it all out, every obsessive thought and stolen moment and privacy violation catalogued and confessed⌠You still wouldn't want him.
Because he knew your type. Heâd watched enough of your relationships to see the pattern by now.
You went for older guys, usually. The kind who were ambitious, charming, the sort who could talk about their "five-year plan" without sounding ridiculous. They were confident in a way Jisung had never managed. And they treated you goodâŚ.at first. But then they were careless. Like you were pretty and fun and ultimately replaceable. As if you were lucky to be with them instead of the other way around.
And you ate it up. Every single time. You'd glow under their attention, would try so hard to be what they wanted, would shrink yourself down to fit into whatever box they offered.
It made Jisung want to break things.
Because these assholes didn't know you. They didn't know that you picked at your cuticles when you were anxious. They didn't realize you only wore your hair up on bad body image days, when you felt too "ugly" (your word, written in the journal with such casual self-loathing that it made his chest ache). They couldn't tell the difference between your real laugh and your polite laugh, the pretty one you used when you wanted someone to like you.
Jisung knew all of it. He'd studied you like other people studied for the bar exam or medical boards, with the kind of dedicated focus that could move mountains.
And you didn't give a single fuck.
Your current boyfriend was Marcus Webb. Marketing major, crypto bro, 5â10, brown hair that he spent too much time styling, white teeth that were definitely veneered. His Instagram was full of gym selfies and motivational quote graphics and photos of his car that his parents definitely bought.
Jisung had done his research, obviously. He knew Marcus was from C, that his parents were divorced, that he had a younger sister he never talked about. Knew he'd cheated on his last girlfriendâJisung had found her Twitter after some digging, had spent an evening reading through her heartbroken posts about betrayal and lies and how she "should have seen the signsâ
He'd thought about telling you. Even drafted the message a dozen times and imagined your face when you realized what Marcus really was.
But that would raise questions. How did Jisung know? Why was he looking into your boyfriend's history? Why did he care so much?
So instead he just... hated Marcus. Deeply, violently, with the kind of visceral loathing usually reserved for war criminals and people who hurt children. He'd lie awake at night imagining elaborate scenarios where Marcus would disappearâcar accidents, shipping him off to some random country in a bag.
The violent fantasies didn't satisfy the howling thing in his chest, however. Didn't even come close.
Because he knew the truth: even if Marcus disappeared tomorrow, you'd just find another one. Another careless asshole who didn't deserve you, who'd make you cry, who'd take and take and take until you had nothing left to give.
You'd never choose Jisung.
It was a special kind of hell, loving someone like this. Like dying slowly, one day at a time, while simultaneously being so angry he wanted to tear down the sky. He wanted to protect you and possess you and make you see him, wanted to be your savior and your captor and your choice, all at once, and the contradictions were eating him alive from the inside out.
But even drowning in obsession and anger and desperation, even when the wanting got so bad he couldn't eat or sleep or think about anything else... he never blamed you.
He couldn't.
Because every time you smiled at him, even that dismissive smile that cut like glass, his heart still dropped into his stomach and his breath still caught and he still felt like he'd swallowed the sun. Every time you ruffled his hair like he was a child, something in him still melted into grateful, pathetic goo. Every time you existed in his space (breathing his air, touching his things, leaving traces of your perfume on his furniture) he felt blessed. Lucky beyond measure.
He'd take your crumbs. Your leftovers. Your casual dismissal and thoughtless affection.
He'd take anything you'd give him.
Even nothing.
Especially nothing, because nothing meant you were still there. Still close enough to watch and want and maybe, someday, have.
Which brought him to tonight.
Halloween. The one night a year when people wore masks and pretended to be something they weren't, when the normal rules bent to let the darkness breathe.
He was at a party at some senior's house, a sprawling place with too many rooms and parents who were conveniently out of town. A party that would definitely get broken up by cops around midnight, but for now it was still in that sweet spot of controlled chaos.Â
The music was pounding through expensive speakers and making the windows rattle. Bodies packed too close together, everyone drunk or high or well on their way. The living room was suffocating with artificial fog from some machine in the corner, mixed with weed smoke and cheap cologne.
Jisung had come with Jaemin and a few other of his friends, but he'd lost them within the first fifteen minutes. Not that he cared. He hadn't come here to socialize.
He'd come here for you.
He spotted you almost immediately when he arrived. His eyes always found you in a crowd, like his brain had developed some kind of specialized radar. You were dressed up as a pirate, a corset that made his mouth go dry, a skirt short enough that it shouldnât even count as a skirt. Your hair was down, wild around your shoulders, and you'd done something dramatic with your makeup. Dark eyes, red lips, a sharpness to your features that made you look dangerous.
God, you were so fucking beautiful it physically hurt.
You were with a cluster of your other friends, dancing in that unselfconscious way tipsy girls do, laughing at something someone said. You looked happy.Â
Jisung had positioned himself across the room, nursing some godawful mixture of vodka and Hawaiian Punch, watching. He'd been here for forty-five minutes now, and he'd barely looked at anything else. Had catalogued every person you talked to, every drink you accepted, every time someone got a little too close and you laughed it off or stepped away.
Then Marcus showed up.
Jisung felt the way the energy in your little group shifted, how your smile got tighter, your shoulders tensed. He tracked your gaze across the room and there he was, stumbling through the front door with a group of his frat brothers, already clearly drunk. He was wearing a Ghostface costume, half-assed and lazy, the mask pushed up on his head and the robe hanging open over jeans and a white t-shirt.
Of course he'd pick Ghostface. Couldn't even be original.
Jisung watched Marcus scan the room, saw the moment he spotted you. Watched him say something to his friends (probably something crude, judging by the way they laughed) before making his way over.
This was going to be bad. Jisung could feel it the way animals can sense earthquakes before they hit.
Marcus pushed through the crowd with that particular douchebag confidence. He reached you and said something Jisung couldn't hear over the music. You'd stopped dancing, your whole body language changing. Your hand went to your necklace, fingers worrying at that tiny bird pendant.
You were uncomfortable. Jisung's hands clenched around his cup hard enough that the plastic cracked.
The conversation was clearly escalating. Your friends had stopped dancing too, creating a small circle of tension in the middle of the party. Other people were starting to notice, to watch. One of your friends put her hand on your arm, probably trying to defuse things, but you were shaking your head.
Then Marcus reached for you, fingers wrapping around your wrist, and Jisung went rigid.
He was touching you. Putting his hands on you when you clearly didn't want him to.
You yanked your arm away, said something harsh enough that Marcus actually stepped back. But then he let out a dismissive laugh that made Jisung's vision blur red at the edges, and reached for you again.
"âtold you I was sorry, babe, come onâ" The music had dipped just enough for Jisung to catch fragments. "âbeing dramaticâ"
"Dramatic?" Your voice cut through the noise now, loud and furious. People were definitely watching. "I'm being dramatic? You ignored me all week, Marcus! You don't get toâ"
"Jesus Christ, it's not that deepâ"
"No, fuck you!" You shoved him hard enough that he stumbled back a step. "I'm tired of your bullshit! You ignore me for days and then get jealous when I talk to other people?"
"Babe, you're making a sceneâ"
"Good! Maybe everyone should know what an asshole you are!" You shoved him again, and this time he nearly fell. Someone whooped from the crowd. This was entertainment now, a show. "We're fucking done. Do you hear me? Done! Get out of my way!!"
Marcus's face had gone red from embarrassment, anger, alcohol, all mixing into something ugly. "You're being a fucking psycho right nowâ"
"Get out of my face, Marcus. I'm serious."
"Whatever. You'll come crawling back. You always do."
Jisung could see it in the way you flinched at those words, the way your eyes went glassy for just a second before the anger came back.
"Fuck. You." You flipped him off with both hands, then turned and stormed toward the front door.
The crowd parted for you, everyone watching, phones out recording this probably for their Snapchat stories. Your friends called after you, but you were already gone, disappearing through the door into the cold October night.
Marcus stood there for a moment, swaying slightly, looking around at all the watching faces. Then he shrugged, tried to play it off. "Bitches, man," he said to no one in particular, and headed toward the kitchen where a blonde girl was waiting with a sympathetic smile.
Jisung watched him go, something cold and dark spreading through his chest like frost.
This was the fourth time you'd broken up with Marcus this month. But this time felt different. More final. You'd made a scene, burned it down in front of everyone. There was no coming back from that kind of public humiliation.
Unless Marcus forced the issue. Unless he showed up at your door, and wore you down the way he always did.
Unless someone stopped him.
Jisung's phone buzzed, it was a text from Jiwoo.
Jiwoo: omg did u see that disaster
Jiwoo: i should go check on her but jackson just asked me to "see his room" đ
Jiwoo: can u make sure she's ok??? she said she was gonna crash at our place tonight anyway
Jisung stared at the message, his heart starting to pound.
This was perfect. Too perfect.
You were staying at his house tonight. Would be sleeping in Jiwoo's room, one door down from his. Jiwoo would be "busy" with Jackson, probably wouldn't come home at all knowing his sister. His parents were both working overnight shifts. Meaning the house would be empty.
Just you and him.
His eyes drifted to the coffee table across the room, where Marcus had abandoned his Ghostface mask.
An idea began to take shape in his mind. Dark and reckless and insane.
But also... perfect.
You were staying at his house. You'd shower, change, go to sleep in Jiwoo's bed. You'd be vulnerable. Unguarded. And you'd be thinking about Marcus, probably. Wondering if he'd try to contact you, whether he'd apologize, whether this time would actually stick or if you'd cave like you always did.
What if Marcus did show up? What if he came to the house, tried to talk his way back in, used that manipulation and charm to make you doubt yourself again?
What if someone made sure Marcus couldn't do that?
What if someone... took care of it?
Jisung's hand moved almost without conscious thought, reaching for the mask. The plastic was cheap, probably from a Spirit Halloween, but it felt significant in his hands. Heavy with possibility.
He could put this on and turn into someone else. Could finally stop being invisible, harmless Jisung and become someone you'd actually notice.
Someone you'd actually fear.
This felt right. Like everything had been leading to this momentâfour years of obsession and anger and desperate, aching love all converging on this single point.
He pulled out his phone, typed a response.
Jisung: yeah i got her. heading out now anyway, i'll make sure she gets home safe
Jiwoo: ur the best!!! love u little bro đ¤
Jiwoo: oh and moms working til 7am so the house is empty. make sure she has everything she needs ok?
Everything she needs.
Oh, Jisung would make sure of that.
Jisung: don't worry. i'll take good care of her.
He pocketed his phone and the mask, then headed for the kitchen. He needed another drink first. Something strong enough to silence the last remaining shred of conscience whispering that this was wrong, that he should stop, that there was still time to be the good guy.
But Jisung was so fucking tired of being good.
Good got you nowhere. Good got you ignored. Good meant watching the person you loved give themselves to people who didn't deserve them, over and over, while you stood in the shadows like a fucking ghost.
Well, tonight he'd be a different kind of ghost.
Tonight, you'd finally see him.
He found the bottle of cheap vodka on the counterâthe kind that tasted like paint thinner and gasoline had a babyâand poured himself a shot. Downed it without flinching. Poured another. The burn was good, clarifying. It quieted the noise in his head, turned the guilt into something sharper and more useful.
Determination.
He grabbed the bottle and headed outside.
The October air was cold enough to hurt, that particular autumn chill that promised winter wasn't far behind. His breath came out in white clouds. The street was quieter out here, away from the pounding music, just the distant sound of traffic and someone's car alarm going off a few blocks away.
He spotted you almost immediately, standing at the edge of the lawn under a flickering porch light. Phone pressed to your ear, your free hand rubbing your bare arm, trying to stay warm in that costume that was definitely not meant for forty-degree weather. Even from here he could hear the frustration in your voice.
"Come on, Jiwoo, pick up. Please pick up." A pause. "Why the fuck aren't you answering?"
Because she was busy. Because she'd abandoned you for some random hookup, like everyone always abandoned you eventually.
Everyone except Jisung.
You lowered the phone, staring at the screen with this look of frustration and hurt that made his chest ache. You tried calling again.
"Fuck," you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You looked so small suddenly. Vulnerable. Lost.
And alone.
Jisung took a long pull from the bottle of vodka, felt it burn all the way down, then set it aside and started walking toward you.
Each step felt like crossing a threshold. Like there would be a before and an after, and he was choosingâactively, consciously choosingâthe after.
His boots were quiet on the grass. You didn't hear him coming.
"Need a ride?"
You jumped, spinning around with wide eyes, hand going to your chest. For just a second there was real fear on your face.
Then you saw him, and your whole body relaxed.
"Oh." You actually laughed, breathless with relief. "It's just you, Sungie."
Just you.
The words settled in his chest like stones.
Of course. Harmless Jisung. Jiwoo's quiet little brother. Nothing to fear here.
If only you knew.
"Yeah," he said softly, shoving his hands in his pockets so you wouldn't see them trembling. The mask was there, pressing against his palm. "Just me."
You sighed, the fight draining out of you now that you weren't alone. Your shoulders slumped, and you looked so tired suddenly, bone-deep exhausted. "I was supposed to stay over at your house, but your dumb sister isn't picking up. Ugh, I knew she'd do this."
Jisung watched you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to preserve warmth. Your lips were starting to turn slightly pink from the cold, and he could see goosebumps rising on your exposed skin. He wanted to trace every single one with his fingers.
âShe left with some guy about ten minutes ago,â he said. âThey went upstairs.â
âOf course she did.â You laughed bitterly and tired and so fucking beautiful even when you were miserable. âGod, Iâm such an idiot for relying on her.â
No. Youâre an idiot for not relying on me.
But he didnât say that. Instead, he just watched you, drinking in every detail of you tonight. The way your hair was slightly messed up from the wind. The smudge of eyeliner under your left eye that you probably didnât know was there. The way you kept shifting your weight from foot to foot in those boots that he knew hurt your feet.
You pulled your phone out again, thumb hovering over Marcus's name in your recent calls. Jisung could see it from where he stood, could see you hesitating. Considering.
No. Absolutely fucking not.
"I can drive you," he offered quickly, taking a step closer. "I was heading out anyway. It's not a big deal.
You looked up from your screen, and for the first time tonight, you actually looked at him. Really looked. Your eyes tracked over his face, the face he'd carefully cultivated over the years, sharp jawline and dark eyesâand something flickered across your expression. Surprise, maybe. Like you were seeing him for the first time.
Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part.
"Since when do you drive?" you asked, eyebrow raised. There was that note in your voice again, that subtle disbelief that he could be capable of something as basic as operating a vehicle.
Heâs had his license for over a year. But you didnât know that because you never asked or cared enough to learn basic facts about his life.
His jaw tightened, but he kept his expression pleasant.
âGot my license last year,â he said simply, even though he wanted to grab you by the shoulders and scream that he wasnât a kid anymore. âIâm better than Jiwoo, too. Havenât hit a single curb.â
You laughed at that. A real laugh this time, the kind that made your nose scrunch slightly. The sound hit him like a drug. God, he'd do anything to make you laugh like that all the time. Anything to be the only reason for it.
"Ooh, really?" You were teasing him now, some of that earlier fire coming back into your voice. "Damn, when did you grow up, Sungie?"
You reached out to ruffle his hair, that thoughtless affection that made him feel like a fucking pet, and his hand shot up before he could stop himself.
He caught your wrist mid-air. Not roughly, he was never rough with you, would never hurt you even when the wanting made him feel like he was dying.
You blinked, clearly a bit thrown off. He could see the first threads of unease in your eyes.
âUm,â you chuckled awkwardly, trying to pull away. âOkay thenâŚâ
He held on for just a second longer than necessary. Long enough for that unease to sharpen into something closer to awareness. Long enough for his thumb to stroke once across the inside of your wrist, right where your skin was softest.
Then he let go, sliding his hands back into his pockets like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just crossed another invisible line, like the mask wasn't burning a hole through the fabric, waiting.
You were staring at him now with this look on your faceâ confused, maybe a little waryâand it was the most attention you'd paid him in four years. He wanted to drink it in, to savor it, to make it last.
âYou didnât drink too much, right?â you asked, and there was a new edge of caution to your voice.
âJust one cup,â he lied smoothly. The alcohol was buzzing pleasantly through his system. He was tipsy enough to dull his inhibitions without affecting his coordination
Your eyes narrowed, clearly not buying it.
But before you could push further, he added, âItâs only a few blocks. If it wasnât freezing, we couldâve walked.â
You hesitated, and for one terrible, endless moment, Jisung thought you might refuse. Might call an Uber or text another friend or do literally anything other than get in a car alone with him.
His hands clenched in his pockets. The mask pressed against his palm. If you said no, if you walked away right now, he didn't know what he'd do. Didn't know if he could come back from the edge he was already teetering on.
Say yes. Please say yes. PleaseâŚ
Then the wind cut through your thin costume and you shivered, teeth chattering slightly.
âOkay,â you said finally, exhaling white breath into the cold air. âYeah. Thanks, Sungie. I owe you one.â
You actually had no idea what you owed him.
But he just smiled, âDonât worry about it.â
"Don't worry about it," he said quietly, already turning toward where his car was parked.
You fell into step beside him, close enough that he could smell your perfume even over the cold night air. Vanilla and amber, the expensive one you wore for special occasions. You'd worn it tonight because you wanted to feel confident, wanted to look good. Probably hoped Marcus would notice.
Marcus. Fucking Marcus.
Jisung's jaw clenched thinking about him. About the way he'd grabbed you earlier, tried to manipulate you, made you feel small. About all the times he'd made you cry, made you doubt yourself, made you think you were the problem.
Well. Marcus wouldn't be a problem much longer.
They reached his car, a black Honda Civic, parked in the shadows at the far end of the street, away from the porch lights and the other vehicles. He'd parked there specifically. Had planned this, even if he hadn't consciously known he was planning it.
Some part of him had always known tonight would be different.
He unlocked the doors and opened the passenger side for you.Â
"Wow, what a gentleman," you teased, but there was still that uncertain note in your voice. As if you couldn't quite figure out what was different about him tonight, why the familiar felt suddenly strange.
You climbed in, and he closed the door behind you with a soft click. Stood there for just a second, hand on the door handle, breathing.
This was it. Once he got in this car, there was no going back.
He could still stop. Could drive you home like a normal person, could tuck you into Jiwoo's bed and go back to his room and hate himself for being too much of a coward to ever tell you the truth.
He could still be good.
But the thought lasted maybe two seconds before it dissolved. Because he'd been good for four years. Patient and invisible and so fucking careful not to scare you away.
And where had that gotten him?
Nowhere. Still nothing to you. Still just Sungie.
He walked around the front of the car, slid into the driver's seat, and suddenly the car felt too small with you in it. Close enough to touch. Close enough that he could see the subtle rise and fall of your chest, the way you were worrying your bottom lip.
Close enough that if he reached over, he couldâ
Not yet.
âSeatbelt,â he said softly.
You fumbled with it, and he noticed your hands were shaking. From the cold, probably. Or maybeâŚ
Maybe you were finally starting to sense something was off.
Your survival instincts, kicking in too late.
He waited patiently until you were buckled in pulling out of the parking spot. âGood girl,â he said when you were strapped in. He could see the way you shifted at that.Â
The streets were mostly empty at this hour. A few cars here and there, some houses still lit up with people getting home from their own Halloween parties. But mostly it was quiet. Dark. No witnesses.
"Thanks again for this," you said, breaking the silence. Your voice was softer now, smaller. "I really appreciate it. I'm sorry you had to leave the party early because of me."
"I wanted to leave anyway," he said truthfully. He'd only gone to the party to watch you. Mission accomplished.
You leaned your head against the window, breath fogging the glass. "What a fucking disaster. I can't believe I made a scene like that."
"He deserved it."
"You saw the whole thing?"
"Everyone saw it."
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "God, I'm such a mess. I'm literally that girl, you know? The one who causes drama at parties. I swear I'm not usually like this, it's justâŚhe makes me so crazy sometimes."
He makes you cry. He makes you doubt yourself. He makes you feel worthless.
"Your boyfriendâs a fucking asshole" Jisung said, keeping his eyes on the road. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He realized too late that his tone sounded far too personal and filled with hatred to be a casual comment.
"Ex-boyfriend," you corrected automatically, then paused. "Wait, do you know Marcus?"
"I've seen him around," Jisung said vaguely. He didnât want you to know he was stalking you and by extension your boyfriend.
You were quiet for a moment. "Yeah, well. He is an asshole. You're right about that."
"Then why do you keep going back to him?" The question came out, sharply and frustrated, before he could stop it. "To guys like him, I mean. You always... you always pick the same type."
He could feel you staring at him now, actually looking at him for the second time tonight. Was he being too forward?
"Wow, okay," you said, and there was a defensive edge creeping into your voice. "Didn't realize I was getting a therapy session. What are you, my life coach now?"
"I'm just sayingâ"
"What, Jisung? What are you saying?" You'd turned in your seat to face him fully now. "That I have bad taste? That I'm stupid for dating assholes? Trust me, I know. I'm very aware."
"You're not stupid." His hands tightened on the wheel hard enough that his knuckles cracked. "You're just... you're looking for something in the wrong place."
"Oh yeah?" There was a bitter laugh in your throat now. "And where should I be looking, oh wise one?"
At me. Look at me. I'm right fucking here.
"Closer than you think," he said quietly.
The words hung between you, heavy with meaning that you were still too oblivious to catch.
You stared at him for a long moment, and Jisung could feel the weight of your gaze, could feel you trying to puzzle him out. Trying to figure out why Jiwoo's quiet little brother was suddenly acting so strange, saying things that felt too intense for a simple car ride home.
But then you just shook your head and turned back to the window. "You're being weird tonight."Â
He pulled into the driveway, killing the engine. The house was dark except for the porch light. His momâs car gone. His dadâs car gone. Jiwoo definitely not coming home.
Just you and him and the mask in his pocket.
Perfect.
âLooks like everyoneâs asleep,â he said, even though he knew no one was home.Â
âUghâ you groaned, checking your phone again. Still no response from Jiwoo. âIâm gonna kill her tomorrow.â
You both got out of the car, and the cold night air hit so hard that you wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering violently now.
Jisung shrugged off his jacket and held it out to you.
âIâm fine,â you protested.
âTake it.â
It wasnât a request.
Something in his tone made you comply. You took the jacket, pulling it around your shoulders. It was way too big on you, sleeves dangling past your hands, and the sight of you drowning in his clothes made something possessive and dark curl in his chest.
Mine.
âThanks,â you mumbled, and he noticed you pulled it tighter around yourself. Buried your face in the collar for just a second, breathing in.
Did you like how it smelled? Did some part of you, subconsciously, feel safe in his clothes?
The thought made him dizzy.
He unlocked the front door and held it open. You stepped inside, immediately hit by the familiar warmth and smell of the Park house. The vanilla candles, laundry detergent, whatever floral plug-in his mom was obsessed with this month.
This feltlike a second home to you. Youâd spent so many nights here over the years. Knew which floorboards creaked. Which cabinet had the good snacks. Where everything was.Â
You felt safe here.
âYou need anything?â Jisung asked, locking the door behind you.
âIâve only been coming here for like, six years,â you teased, kicking off your heels with a grateful sigh. You immediately lost three inches of height, and Jisung realized he was towering over you now. When had he gotten so much taller than you? âI think I can manage on my own, Ji.â
Six years. Youâd been in his life for six years, and heâd been in love with you for four of them.
And youâd never noticed.
âJiwoo keeps your spare clothes in her bottom drawer,â he said, even though you already knew that. He was hoping you didnât question how he knew that.
âPerfect.â You padded toward the stairs in your bare feet, and he watched the way you moved. Tired. Unguarded. Vulnerable.
You paused at the base of the stairs, looking back at him.
He hadnât moved. Was just standing there in the entryway, watching you.
âYou okay?â you asked.
âYeah.â He blinked, forcing himself to look normal. âYeah, Iâm good. Iâll just⌠Iâll be in my room if you need anything.â
âCool.â You gave him a little wave and headed upstairs.
He waited until he heard Jiwooâs door close. Counted to sixty. Then walked to the kitchen.
He needed another drink. Something to steady the shaking in his hands, the adrenaline flooding his system.
There was a bottle of whiskey in the cabinet his parents thought was hidden. He poured himself two fingers and downed it.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time anxiously. You were probably getting undressed to shower now . Probably texted Jiwoo a few more times telling what a shitty friend she was.
Heâd give you thirty more minutes.
Long enough for you to feel safe. To let your guard down completely.
Then heâd put on the mask and become someone else.
His hand went to his pocket, pulling out the Ghostface mask. It looked almost comical in the moonlight coming through the window. Cheap plastic, probably bought from a Spirit Halloween.
Upstairs, he heard the shower turn on. Heard the pipes groan the way they always did. Youâd be in there for at least twenty minutes. You always took long showers, hot enough to turn your skin pink.
Jisung smiled, taking another sip of whiskey, and stared at the mask in his hand.
After half an hour passed, he decided to head upstairs.
But something made him stop in his tracks.
A sound outside.
He heard a voice, slurred but loud enough to carry through the door: âBabe? Baby, I know youâre in there. Come on, we need to talk.â
Marcus.
Every muscle in Jisungâs body tensed. His hand, still holding the whiskey glass, tightened until his knuckles went white.
He moved to the window, peering through the curtain. Sure enough, there was Marcus clearly wasted, standing in the driveway and staring up at the house. At Jiwooâs window, where the light was on.
âCome on, donât ignore me!â Marcus called out, louder now, slurring his words. âIâm sorry, okay? Letâs justâletâs just talk! I love you!â
The words echoed in Jisungâs head, acidic and wrong.
You love her? You donât even KNOW her.
This fucking asshole. This piece of shit whoâd made you cry multiple times, whoâd humiliated you at a party, whoâd cheated on you, whoâd never deserved a single second of your time was now here at Jisungâs house. Drunk and entitled and about to ruin everything.
No.
Absolutely fucking not.
Marcus pulled out his phone, probably trying to call you. âPick up, baby. Come on, pick upâŚâ
Jisungâs vision tunneled. His heart was racing, but his hands were steady.Â
He looked down at the mask on the counter. Then at the knife block next to the stove.
His momâs kitchen knives. Sheâd spent a fortune on them. They were sharp.
He could stop this. Could go out there as himself, tell Marcus to leave, maybe even threaten to call the cops.
But that wouldnât solve the problem, would it?
Marcus would just come back. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. He always came back. They always came back. And you always let them because you didnât think you deserved better.
But you did deserve better.
You deserved someone who would do anything for you.
Jisungâs hand moved before his brain could catch up. He pulled the largest knife from the block and tested the weight.
He grabbed the mask, pulled it on, and he wasnât Jisung anymore. He was someone that could do what needed to be done.
Someone that could protect you.
He slipped out the back door, knife hidden against his leg, and circled around the side of the house. His footsteps were silent. Years of being invisible had taught him how to move without being noticed.
Marcus was still in the driveway, phone pressed to his ear, getting increasingly agitated.
âCome on, baby, donât do this. Donâtâfuck!â He pulled the phone away, staring at it. You mustâve hung up. âFine! FINE! You want to play games? Iâll just come up thereââ
âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â
Marcus spun around so fast he nearly fell over. His eyes went wide when he saw the figure standing there in a mask, completely still in a way that was deeply, fundamentally creepy.
âJesusâfuck!â Marcus stumbled backward, hand on his chest. âDude, you scared the shit out of me.â He laughed nervously, trying to recover. âNice costume, but the partyâs over, man. You canââ
He stopped talking when he noticed the knife.
âWhoa. Whoa. Okay, thatâs⌠thatâs a real knife. Thatâs a real fucking knife.â His voice pitched higher. âThis isnât funny, man. Stop playing.â
Jisung said nothing. He was enjoying seeing Marcus in such a pathetic state. Made him feel a little better about what he was about to do.
âLook, Iâm just here to see my girlfriendââ
âEx-girlfriend.â The voice that came out was barely recognizable as Jisungâs. âSheâs not yours anymore.â
âThatâsâthatâs none of your fucking business!â Marcusâs fear was turning into anger now, liquid courage making him stupid. âWho the fuck are you? You her new guy or something? Because I swear to godââ
âYou swear to god what?â Jisung took a step forward. âDo you really think you have a right to do anything now?â
Marcusâs face went pale. âWhat the fuck are you talking about. Who are yââ
âYou donât deserve her.â Another step. âYou never did.â
âOkay, this is fucking crazy. Iâm leaving. Iâm just gonnaââ Marcus turned to run.
Jisung moved faster than Marcusâs drunk brain could process.
He grabbed Marcus by the back of his shirt, spun him around, and slammed him against the side of the house. Hard enough that his head cracked against the siding and his eyes went unfocused.
âWaitâfuckââ Marcus gasped, and now there was real fear in his voice. Real understanding that this wasnât a prank. âPleaseââ
âYou came here to hurt her again,â Jisung said softly, pressing the knife against Marcusâs throat. âYou were going to make her feel guilty, make her take you back.â
âNoâno, I wasnâtâI just wanted to talkââ
âLiar.â The word came out like a hiss. âYouâre always lying. Thatâs all you do. Lie and hurt and take.â
âPleaseââ Tears were streaming down Marcusâs face now. âPlease, Iâm sorry, Iâll leave, Iâll never contact her again, I swearââ
âYouâre right. You wonât.â
Jisung looked at Marcus with disgust. This pathetic, drunk, entitled asshole whoâd had the privilege of holding you, kissing you, touching you. Whoâd had everything Jisung wanted and had thrown it away like it meant nothing.
He thought about you upstairs. How safe and peaceful you must feel. Finally free of this piece of shit.
He thought about how youâd never be truly free as long as Marcus was around. Jisung knew heâd keep coming back, keep hurting you, keep making you doubt yourself.
He remembered the journal entry heâd read two weeks ago, where youâd written âI donât know why I keep letting him back in. I think thereâs something wrong with me. Maybe I donât know how to be alone.â
There wasnât anything wrong with you.
There was something wrong with Marcus.
And Jisung could fix that.
âIâm sorry,â Jisung said quietly. And he was. Not sorry for what he was about to do, but sorry that it had come to this. Sorry that this was what it took to protect you.
âNoâNOââ
The knife moved and it was easier than Jisung thought it would be. The blade was sharp, and Marcus was soft. The way it slid between his ribs was almost gentle.
Marcus made a wet and horrible sound as his hands came up, trying to grab at Jisungâs arms and push him away
But Jisung held firm. He watched the light start to fade from Marcusâs eyes slowly.
âSheâs going to be okay now,â Jisung whispered. âSheâs going to be free.â
Marcusâs hands fell as his body went slack.
Jisung held him for a moment longer, making sure. Then he carefully lowered him to the ground behind the bushes, out of sight from the street.
He checked for a pulse and felt nothing.
He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, waiting for the guilt to come. The horror. The realization of what heâd just done.
But it didnât come.
All he felt was⌠relief. Like a weight had been lifted and heâd finally done something right.
Marcus was gone. You were safe. No one would ever hurt you like that again.
Not if Jisung had anything to say about it.
He looked down at the knife in his hand. There was blood on it. On his hands. On the mask.
The sight of it was gruesome and for almost a second he thought heâd be sick. But all he felt was calm. He was clear-headed in a way he hadnât felt in years.
Heâd need to clean this up and the body properly. He had time, his parents wouldnât be home until morning, and Jiwoo wasnât coming home at all.
But firstâŚ
First, he needed to see you.
Jisung looked up at your window. The light was off now. You had no idea what had just happened. No idea that the obstacle between you and happiness had just been permanently removed.
No idea that heâd just killed for you.
Because thatâs what love was, wasnât it? Doing whatever it took to protect someone, even if they never knew. Even if they never thanked you for it.
Heâd take care of Marcusâs body later. Right now, he had more important things to do.
Jisung wiped the knife on Marcusâs shirt, then looked at it thoughtfully. He needed to dispose of it.
He went back inside through the back door, moving quietly. Washed his hands in the kitchen sink, watching Marcusâs blood swirl down the drain. Put the knife in the trash, took the bag and hid it in the laundry room. Heâd deal with it later.
The mask was still on his face, and there was a small spatter of blood on the white plastic. He wiped it clean, checked his reflection in the microwave door making sure there was nothing to suggest what heâd just done.
He was still just Sungie. Harmless Sungie.
Jisung pulled the mask back on properly, let himself sink into this other version of himself, the one who could do what needed to be done, and headed upstairs.
Each step felt heavy with intent. Heâd just crossed a line he could never uncross and didnât regret it for a second.
He paused outside Jiwooâs door, listening. He could hear you moving around inside. Still awake. Phone probably in your hand, maybe wondering why Marcus stopped calling.
Youâd never know why.
Youâd just think heâd finally given up. Moved on.
And eventually, youâd move on too. Hopefully toward someone who actually deserved you.
Jisungâs hand was steady as he reached for the doorknob.
Heâd just killed someone, and all he could think about was seeing you.
I did this for you, he thought. Everything I do is for you.
He turned the knob slowly, quietly, and pushed the door open.
You were lying in Jiwooâs bed, wearing tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top, phone in your hand, completely unaware that your ex-boyfriend was currently bleeding out in the bushes outside.
You looked up when the door opened, and your expression shifted through several emotions in rapid succession.
Confusion. Recognition. Annoyance.
âReally?â you said, sitting up. âYouâre doing this now? Marcus, I swear to godââ
You thought he was Marcus.
Perfect.
Jisung said nothing, just stood there in the doorway watching you.
And for the first time in four years, you were looking right at him.
Truly looking.
Even if you didnât know it was him.
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
âOh my god,â you groaned, sitting up straight. âYouâve got to be kidding me right now.âÂ
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, suddenly acutely aware of just how little your pajamas actually covered. âThis is how you say sorry? Seriously? Sneaking into my best friendâs house dressed like that?â
He still didnât say a word but he stepped further into the room, slowly locking the door behind him, and the sound made your heart race.Â
âOkay, this isâŚ,â you trailed off, biting your lip.Â
You probably shouldâve been more annoyed considering what an asshole he was to you earlier.Â
But⌠there was something about the way he movedâslow, predatory, and confidentâthat sent a rush of heat pooling low in your stomach, despite your better judgment.Â
You could blame the alcohol still buzzing in your veins and the adrenaline from the breakup, but this was starting to get you a little excited.Â
Your breath hitched as he stood at the foot of Jiwoo's bed. Your boyfriend was very dramatic, but breaking into your best friend's place in that slasher costume was a completely different level of theatrics youâd never see from him.Â
It was kind of ridiculous, but the way he looked in that Ghostface mask, how tall and menacing he looked, made your pulse race with a thrilling edge you couldnât quite ignore.
Jisung's blood roared in his ears under the mask. He had replayed this in his mind a thousand nights, slipping into your space to take what he'd stolen glances at for years.
He craved the moment when your fear would morph into surrender, your body yielding to his control. He let the silence stretch, feeding on your uncertainty, before his fingers clamped around your ankle, yanking you forward with a grip that bruised the skin.
You yelped, sliding down the bed a few inches. âBabe, what the fuck?â you snapped, voice sharp but trembling at the edges.Â
âIf this is your way of making me take you back, itâs seriously ridiculousâ
No answer. His hand crawled up your leg, rough leather scraping your thigh, digging into the soft flesh until you hissed. The pressure intensified, his thumb digging in hard enough to leave marks, and you squirmed, a confusing warmth pooling between your legs.
âSay something, jerk. You're scaring me for real now,â you whispered, though your thighs instinctively parted just a bit.Â
Jisung's cock pulsed painfully against the fabric of his jeans, the taste of your fear only intensifying his craving. He wanted to leave his mark, to carve his obsession into your very skin.
With a sudden movement, he climbed onto the bed, his knees framing your hips and pinning you down with his weight. Then his hands gripped your wrists, forcing them above your head.
He pushed your thighs further apart with his own and moved in so close that the only thing separating you was your clothes. Slowly, he began to move, and you could feel the pressure of his bulge pressing against your thin shorts. The headboard rattled as he ground against you in a steady rhythm, mashing the denim into your skin.Â
âWow, youâre really going for it,â you gasped, your chest rising and falling, your nipples hardening against your light shirt.Â
âBut Jiwoo could walk in any second⌠This is her room, you know. What if she sees us?â Your words turned into a breathless gasp as he tore your shirt up, revealing your tits.
Jisung licked his lips under the mask. God, the sight of you was driving him crazy. He couldnât even believe this was reality and not one of those dreams that ended up with him having to change his boxers at night.
He palmed one roughly, squeezing until the flesh spilled between his fingers, then twisted the nipple viciously, pulling a sharp cry from you.Â
âFuckâeasy! That hurts, babe.â You whined, arching towards him despite the sting. âYou're being too rough tonight. What's gotten into you?â
Jisung's thoughts blazed with dark satisfaction. He had craved twisting these tits until you begged, relishing the sight of them reddening under his hands.Â
He wanted to drown in your cries as he claimed every part of you. He didnât relent, switching to the other breast, biting down through the mask's edge. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make you buck.Â
His other hand shoved into your shorts, fingers shoving past the fabric to plunge into your pussy without warning. Two thick digits curled deep, pumping with brutal force that squelched your growing slick.
'Oh godâyes,' you moaned, hips jerking up to meet the invasion, confusion lost in the stretch of his long fingers.The feel of you squeezing his fingers was insane, he could barely breathe.Â
He added a third finger, scissoring wide, thumb mashing your clit in harsh circles that bordered on pain. You clenched around him, walls fluttering, but he pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and throbbing. âNo! Don't stop, I'm getting there,â you pleaded, legs spreading wider on instinct.
He flipped you onto your stomach in one swift motion, yanking your hips up so your ass jutted out and your face was pressed into the pillow. Your shorts teared with a rip, fabric shredding as he exposed you completely. Your ass, your pussy, your tight little asshole spread wide and glistening, all for him.Â
The sight of your holes presented for his ruin made his mouth water. He wanted to fill you until you overflowed with his cum. He spit on your cunt, rubbing it in with his palm before slapping your ass hard, skin blooming red instantly.
âAh-! Fuck!â you yelped, but pushed back against him anyway, pussy clenching visibly.Â
Jisung couldnât help but stare, completely mesmerized by how perfect every inch of your body was. He couldnât let anybody enjoy this sight. Nobody was worthy enough. Not even him.Â
âFuck me already, babe.â You moaned and Jisung rewarded your enthusiasm with another slap, then he freed himself.Â
His thick shaft slapped heavily against your thigh. You wanted to twist and see him but he pushed your head down against the pillow.
He rubbed the head of his cock along your slit, teasing your entrance, then slammed in balls-deep in one vicious thrust. Your scream muffled into the sheets, body jolting forward.
'Fuck!â you gasped, fisting the bedding.Â
Jisung gripped your hips with bruising fingers, and started railing. Slow at first, each drag out pulled your walls taut, then he snapped back in to bruise your cervix. His balls slapped your clit rhythmically, building the burn deliciousy.
His mind reeled with the grip of your cunt, hotter than he couldâve imagined. He had jerked off to this many a times before, imagining your ass rippling with every brutal hit.Â
Minutes stretched into agony, your moans turning desperate as he edged you by thrusting deep but slowing when you tightened.
âPlease... let me cum, baby,â you sobbed, sweaty body trembling under his.
He pulled out, flipping you onto your back again, and took out a blindfold from his back pocket, tying it tight over your eyes. Darkness swallowed you immediately, heightening every touch. The mask came off silently once you couldnât see, and he shoved your thighs apart, burying his face in your pussy.
His tongue speared inside, fucking your hole with wet, sloppy thrusts. Nose grinding your clit.
âGod, oh god!â you cried, hands tangling in his hair.Â
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you didnât even realize the hair you were holding onto was much longer than your boyfriendâs, whose hair was always trimmed and perfectly groomed.
Jisung lapped up your juices, then latched onto your clit, sucking viciously while two fingers plunged back in, curling to hammer your sensitive spot. The pressure built unbearably, and you shattered in a matter of seconds. Squirting so hard, for the first time in your life, that you soaked his chin.
âFuck! T-too much, waitâŚâ you panted.
He wanted to give you a second. But the sight of you squirting on his face unfortunately drove him animalistic.Â
So he rose and hauled you up into a standing carry, impaling you on his cock again. Your legs locked around his waist, back slamming the wall as he bounced you down, gravity forcing every inch deeper.
âHold on, god⌠Youâ You're destroying me,â you moaned, nails clawing his shoulders.Â
Jisung grunted, the feel of being so deep inside you was intoxicating. He couldnât even remember how many times he imagined using your body like this, slamming until you begged for mercy. He wanted to breed you so bad, to flood your womb with his seed.
But he couldnât cum yet. No, he needed to drag this out as long as he could.Â
âFuckâ he grunted, his hands kneading your ass as his cock drilled into you relentlessly. âSo⌠good.âÂ
He lowered you back onto the bed, flipping to reverse cowgirl. You sank down, ass facing him as he thrusted up savagely, hands spreading your cheeks to watch his cock disappear into your stretched pussy. âRide it, bounce on my dick,â he groaned.Â
Your second orgasm ripped through quickly, pussy milking him deliciously. But pulled out, denying his own release. His control was wavering with the sight of your ass bouncing like that. He didnât want this to end, he still wanted to split you open and hear you scream his name.
He yanked the blindfold off, your eyes bleary and unfocused as he positioned you so you were sitting on your heels. He stood up in front of you.Â
âOpen your mouth,â he growled, his timbre rough and low. You were too far gone, floating in post-orgasm haze, to notice it wasnât your boyfriendâs voice at all.Â
You parted your lips obediently, and he shoved his cock down your throat, gagging you instantly. âSuck it clean, taste your pussy on me,â he rasped, hips snapping forward, balls smacking your chin.
âMmmphâyes,â you mumbled around the girth, tears streaming as he face fucked you without mercy.Â
Saliva dripped onto the sheets, your throat bulging with each deep thrust. Jisung's hands fisted your hair, pulling you onto him like a ragdoll. The sight of your lips stretched around his cock enough to make him cum.Â
But even after releasing all down your throat, he was still hard. So he didnât let you catch your breath, pushing you back and flipping you over again.
âYou're mine tonight. Gonna fill every fucking hole,' he muttered, voice husky. You just nodded dazedly, still too wrecked to question the slight difference in tone.Â
âYes... use me, please,â you slurred, third climax crashing as he choked you lightly with a hand around your throat.
He pressed his cock to your ass and spit on your hole again. He eased in, slow for a second, then lost his mind entirely, burying himself deep, the stretch sharp enough to make you gasp and tremble, pain blooming into something you both craved.
You screamed, pain mixing with pleasure.âFuck, it's tooâŚtoo muchâ you begged.Â
He pounded your ass relentlessly watching it jiggle whenever his cock plunged hard into it. His hand started rubbing your clit, forcing another squirting orgasm that soaked the bed.
âGood girl, take it all,â he groaned.
He had never wanted anything more than to ruin you for anyone else, to mark every inch of you as his, to leave something behind that would stay even when he was gone. When he finally came, it was with a guttural sound, hips slamming in deep, cock pulsing, painting you inside with everything he had.
He collapsed over you, breath ragged against your neck. âYouâve never looked at me like that before.â
And even if you didnât understand, even if you never did. Heâd always remember the way you looked back at him, dazed and spent, like maybe youâd finally see him.
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Synopsis . In which your playful jokes about getting fucked by a serial killer during a camping trip to Crystal Lake with your friends quickly manifests into something real.
Pairing . jason voorhees!gojo x slightly bimbo!reader / Content . afab!reader, porn with little plot, dubcon (blackmail), rough sex, filth, fear play, getting chased through the woods, hint of knife/blade play, the ripping of clothing, dirty talk, biting, edging but make it life-threatening (lol), covering of the mouth, finger sucking, machoism, sadism, choking, gojo is insane, implications of character death, implications of stalking, heâs a serial killer and reader does NOT gaf since hes hot, possessiveness, gojo is feral, creampie, etc. / wc 5.4k
A/N: I'm a simple woman, I see Gojo fanart on TikTok (banner art by them, ofc), I get to writing. Hope you enjoy! Barely proof-read, sorry for errors. Also IGNORE how I didn't post this on Friday.... I'll change the date later. (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
"Damn, I really hope a six-foot-tall serial killer with a hockey mask and a machete doesnât come out of that lake, rip all my clothes off, and fuck me⌠that would suck."
You were joking, of course. It was broad daylight outside, and you had your phone held high in your hand, having only said that crazy set of dialogue because of a trend youâd seen on TikTok.
With you were your two friends whoâd dragged you out here, Utahime and Shoko, who laughed as soon as you finished recording that video of yours. You never planned to post it or anything like that, just filmed it to earn some giggles from your two closest friends.
You didnât expect your little joke to turn into something real later that nightâŚ
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Camping with Shoko and Utahime is something you donât care much for. Youâre not the biggest fan of bugs, canât really stand being miles out from your nearest⌠well, anything, and you mostly mull over the fact that thereâs little to no service.
That, and the woods give you the creeps. Especially after theyâd taunted you by telling you thereâs a killer lingering aboutâthough they claim for some reason said killer has never bothered them.
Currently, the three of you are sitting around a crackling fire thatâd been loosely put together by Shokoâwhoâs presently tending to a rather drunk Utahime on a log not too far away from youâand you all had been laughing about how your recently assembled tents for the night look like shit.
Even so, the woods around Crystal Lake are darker than you thought theyâd beenâscarier than even the movies depicted. Every little sound felt like it was ten times louder; a twig snap like a scream from the void of night, the rustling wind through leaves rivaling a howling wolf, and the distant sound of water from the lakeâs shore similar to that of large beach waves.
Of course, most of this was just you and your fears playing tricks on your mind but still. It was creepy as fuck.
And at some point between the alcohol and giggled conversations, the air around you just started to feel heavy. As if you were being watched or something stupid like that.
When Shoko noticed your constant awkward looks off into the dark forest that enveloped your surroundings, she comforted you with that weary smile of hers, âMs. Paranoidâs back at it again,â Sheâd teased, the little nickname something her and Utahime started calling you earlier that day after you expressed your list of worries regarding this weekend trip.
It was only Friday and yet you just wouldnât shut up about the dangers of three women camping out in the forest alone like thisâespecially with a killer on the loose. Now, they both knew you had your points but if you really didnât want to come with them then they know you wouldnât be here right now, hence why theyâve been teasing you.
Utahime lifts her head up from Shokoâs shoulder and lets out a drunken belch before lifting a hand to rub her eyes, âOh my God, for the millionth time, we come out here every other weekend. Everything's gonnaâ be-, hic, f-fineee..â She mumbles over to you.
You were about to give in and finally listen to them but the sound of a twig snapping distantly makes you flinch like youâd just been stabbed.
The dramatics of your jumpiness makes both of them burst out into a fit of laughter, to which you send them a harmless glare, âHey, thatâs not funny, I know you both heard that.â You scoff softly.
Though, you will admit, it was a little humorous how jittery youâd been all day. Even earlier you screamed because a deer had unintentionally jumpscared you.
Shoko shakes her head a bit, lighting the cigarette thatâs prettily perched between her glossed lips, âItâs probably just another animal, babes.â She hums before taking a slow drag and then sighing heavily, plucking the cig from her mouth and pointing at you with it, âWeâre in the middle of the forest, remember?â
You stare pointedly, âOkay, but what if itâs notâŚâ
To which, she deems this a perfect time to mess with you even more. Shoko tosses some of her hair over her shoulder before looking at Utahime to make sure the poor girlâs not about to slump forward due to her current lack of a clear head. After which, she smirks slightly and glances at you again, âYou want me to go check it out for yaâ?â
âNo!â You say quickly enough to incite her desire to spook you, âI-I mean, no, you donât have to go anywhereâŚâ Your voice softens again and you look off into the woods again, âThatâs like, the quickest way people die in horror movies.â
The sound of her standing up could be heard and your head whirls back around to see what the hell sheâs doing now. After making sure Utahime is steady, she turns and makes her way over to you, leaning down to your ear just to whisper, âGood thing this isnât a horror movie then, yeah?â and then brushing past you casually, âIâll be right backâIâve gotta piss anyway.â
âGo piss girl,â Utahime murmurs dazedly, snickering at her own joke afterwards.
Shoko steps over the log youâre sitting at and just before she could avoid it, your fingers come clinging onto the edge of her shirt to tug her back towards you. Peering up at her all pleadingly, you frown, âShoko, please donât leave me. âHimeâs drunk andââ
âYâknow,â She cuts off almost sensually. Her hands come to your wrist and she carefully plucks your hand away from her shirt before crouching down to where youâre seated, brown eyes pouring into yours for a moment. Then you watch that sly smirk of hers spread across her lips before her voice lowers into something teasing again, âFor a girl who watches sooo many horror movies and constantly talks about how she wants the killers in them to fuck her⌠Youâre one big scaredy cat.â
You swallow thickly and almost feel yourself shrinking under the intensity of her eyes on you, âI-Iâm not-â
âRelax, cutie, Iâll only be gone for a secâ,â She purrs sweetly enough to distract you from your own fear for a moment, âAnd Utahime may look like sheâs barely with us right now but I promise if any killer were really out here, I wouldnât leave you like this.â She claims, letting you know the things her and Utahime told you at the start of this trip were just harmless claims to mess with you. âWe know these woods, youâll be fine. Okay?âÂ
You bat your lashes and she mocks you with a pout of her lips, hand lifting as she lightly grabs your face into her palm, squeezing your cheeks together between her fingers and her thumb. Then you watch how her gaze dips down to your mouth and the way they were really trembling lightly.
Snickering, âThough, I must say⌠youâre pretty adorable when youâre scared,â She flirts, to which your face flushes. Shoko leans in and you could smell the taste of cigarettes on her tongue, head tilting, âIf there were a killer, Iâd see why theyâd wanna fuck you instead of killing youâyâknow, just like youâd asked for earlier.â
Faster than you can work a response out, sheâs pulling away and then skipping off into the dark of the night as if she didnât just say what she just said. Leaving you huffing out a loud, âShoko!â and earning a silly wave of her hand.
âIâm just fucking with you!â She shouts back, silhouette slowly disappearing into the night, ââBe right back.â
You groan and then turn around all frustrated and annoyed because of her constant teasing. One second there were rumors of a killer and the next she was âjust jokingâ with you. It was really messing with your head in a way you didnât much care for.Â
Then thereâs Utahime whoâŚÂ
You look up and notice she isnât sitting on the log you last remember seeing her at. Hell, if anything, sheâs gone completely.Â
âOkay, really funny, Utahime.â You say carefully as you shoot up to your feet, hugging your arms to provide yourself with some sense of comfort now that youâre seemingly alone, âI already have to deal with Shokoâs jokes, I donât need you adding to it again.â
The surrounding woodlands suddenly feel as though they were pressing closer to you with both of your friends gone. You watch the fire eat itself away for a couple seconds longer before whining under your breath.
Refusing to let your anxiety fuck you to death, you donât waste much time moving to walk around the small campsite you three have been chilling at for the day.
âUtahime?â You call out again, worry evident in your voice, âPlease tell me your drunk ass just wandered off behind one of these trees âcause this really isnât funny.â
Groaning as your words go unresponsive, your steps become a bit more determined as you walk over to your bag for a second. Youâre cursing both of your friends out under your breath while you fish for your flashlight because part of you knew they were doing this on purpose to scare you.
The fire behind you spits out a low pop of flames and you glance at it for just a second, reconsidering if youâre really about to go out in the woods and look for this girl as if youâre not the main one paranoid about dying out here.
With one soft fuck it, you stand to your feet, step over your log, and finally exit your camping spot to search for Utahime in the woods. The silence around you feels big and invasive, as if each crunch of leaves and muck of wet dirt beneath your shoes were interrupting its brooding stillness.
âYou guys are assholes, yâknow,â You say out loud, praying they can hear you from wherever the hell theyâre hiding. Your light beams through the haunting trees around you and youâre searching for the slightest movement within the shadows. Even spotting a wild animal would be comforting to you right now.
The woods quickly turn out to be one big maze of fogs and grubby bushes, each turn you make mirroring the last. You quickly end up walking farther than you mean to, calling Shoko and Utahimeâs names out into the night. Nothing ever answers you aside from the chilly kiss of wind against trees and leaves.
A brand snaps somewhere above you and you immediately swing your light upwards, flashing at nothing but bare twigs.
That feeling in your chest is tighter now. The air around you smells damp and strangely metallic. If you thought about it too much, youâd dizzy yourself with fear because you swear it smells just like fresh blooâ
You catch a shape in between the trees from your peripherals, your head and eyes moving before your flashlight does. You blink and the figure is still there; tall, brooding, and still.
Your gulp is loud enough to be considered comedic. Slowly, your hand lowers and your light is shaking as it aims into that direction to reveal a dark, distant outline of someone standing some yards away from you. The only things you could make out were broad shoulders and something gleaming down by what appeared to be their legâlike something metal.
âShokoâŚ?â You squeak, though you know damn well it isnât her.
Then the figure moves.
If anyone thought you were about to let said figure motion any closer to you without you bolting on instinct, they mustâve mistook you for one of those cliche girls from those shitty slasher films.Â
You take off so fast into the direction you came from that you accidentally bump into a skinny tree and drop your flashlight, not that you were about to stop and try to pick it up or anything though. Especially not when you swear you hear a scoff somewhere behind you.
Yeah, fuck that.
Luckily for you, with the way the flashlight lands, it aims into the very direction youâre running and gives you enough light to navigate yourself through the woods for a good distance. Branches chip at your arms as you run but you donât look back, not even once.
You could hear heavy stomps following behind you, all slow and calculated like youâre running was futile to whatever was chasing. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that it's consuming the thumping in your ears. You donât even know where the fuck youâre going anymore.
Youâve no idea if youâre heading toward your campsite or getting further from it until you trip over some stupid ass root and go tumbling forwardsâhands bracing yourself in the moist dirt, lungs heaving with panted breaths. You quickly scramble up, brush at your thighs and look forward to see a flicker of oranges and reds through the darkness.
Oh, thank God. The campfire.
You hurriedly break through one last line of trees, relief flooding you so fast you could cry tears of joy. Especially since you see your two friends sitting and giggling exactly where you needed them to be.Â
Breathlessly and way too soft to hear, âShoko! Utahime!â You call out, though it leaves you like a broken whisper more than anything since youâd exhausted your oxygen from all your running.
They donât move or even look over in reaction considering youâre too far to see and spoke too quietly to hear. The firelight illuminates their casual expressionsâmaking you wonder if they even noticed you disappeared at allâand letting you know you were almost safe, almost free from whatevâ
A big, ice-cold gloved hand clamps around your mouth so abruptly you choke before your body is yanked backwards into the dark. Youâre tugged back against something sturdy like a tree-, or better yet, a wall of pure steel.
âScream," A low grumbling voice sears against your ear, "And you die.â The man warns.
Your heart sinks into your feet and you feel as though your very soul took this interaction as its one way ticket to the afterlife with the way it just left your body. Not a single sound leaves you considering the way you notice this stranger from the dark extends a blade out to point at Shoko and Utahime.
Said blade, a machete to be exact, is smothered with crimson red at its edges, the liquid dripping off and onto the soil below. Your eyes widen as you realize exactly what that means. Fresh blood, this man had killed recently and you were likely next if you made any sudden movements or sounds.
Appreciating your quiet and stillness in his grasp, you feel his cold lips quirk up against the skin of your ear before he starts speaking again, tone gravelly, âAttaâ girl," He praises, the words making you melt against him in a mix of fear and subtle excitement. Then, his blade angles a bit as it aims from Shoko to Utahime, "Are those your friends over there?â
You're quick to nod against his hand, feeling his damp yet hulky body press harder against your backside. âM-Mhm!â You chirp in fear.
There's something eerie and disturbing about his voice but, it only makes a wave of heat trickle down your spine as he continues talking into your ear, âYeah? You love âem?â The killer asks, making your thighs clamp together a little. You hated how ridiculously scary yet... arousing this was. Before you can answer with another nod, his hand readjusts from your mouth to your jaw, forcing it up to meet his face, âUh-uh, look at me.â
And shit, your biggest fear just came true.
The guy who wants to kill your best friends is hot!
Eyes a evocative crystalline blue, face grimy with perfectly placed streaks of dirt and heavy bags of no-sleep underneath his lower lashline, and lips glistened with faint drool that twisted up into a crookedly feral grin--oh it was downright unfair how sexy he was.
This was the typa' attraction that got people killed, literally.
He was nothing like those stories or movies you'd heard about the Crystal Lake killer who was quite the foul sight underneath that signature hockey mask, no, this was Gojo Satoru--a guy who was rumored have gone crazy a few years back before an altercation with someone resulted in him literally getting split in half.
âHow much do you love your friends?â Your captor rasps out ravenously, "Hm?" Then his head is cocking to the side in one short motion, mimicking that of something inhumane.
A whimper dances in your throat as you feel yourself diminishing under his piercing gaze, âM-More than anything, please donât kill meâŚâ
His thick white brows bunch up at the center and you notice how the iconic hockey mask is resting at the right side of his head--splatters of blood noticeable across his pale skin and dingy mask. Then his plump pinkened lips push out into a pout, âAww, mânot gonna kill you, sweetheart.â He coos way too softly for the situation he has you in, his voice growing weirdly tender with the words that follow, âI just thought youâd want what you asked for earlier.â
Mind blanking completely, you blink, âWhat I asked forâŚ?â
Gojo smiles wickedly at you, all crooked and sinister like he's never been made aware of how it comes across to people. âDamn, I really hope a six foot tall serial killer with a hockey mask and a machete doesnât come out of that lake, rip all my clothes off, and fuck meâŚâ He quotes throatily, âSound familiar to you?â
There's a lump stuck in your throat now, âI was justââ
âShhh, shhh.â He cuts off, shifting his gloved hand against your face and rubbing the thick pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, âIâve been itchinâ to kill those two girls over there for the past few weeks ân I was finally gonna do it today but then you came alongâŚâ He explains slowly, watching the way fear comes and goes in your pupils. âNow Iâm thinkinâ... Iâll let âem live sâlong as you give me something in return.â
You're whining all over again, âA-Are you gonna kill me to spare my friends?â
To which he cocks a brow that makes you feel dumb where you stand, âWhy the fuck would I do that when you already asked me to do something else to you?" He asks in a demeaning tone.
âWhat?â You mumble.
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes at you, he instead leans his face down to yours and his thumb glides your lips apart so your mouth could open and his words could pour down into them, âGuess whoâs a six foot tall serial killer with a hockey mask and machete, sweetheart.â Gojo points out to you.
Oh.
You've never felt dumber than you did right now. There was no way something you'd said that morning as a joke really came true like this. And the guy behind said manifestation was hotter than you ever could've imagined him to be.
âSo, how about it?â His voice intertwines with a crispy husk of need and you could feel your thighs clenching together again. Then Gojo takes his machete and lodges it in a nearby tree for a second to get both of his freezing hands on you.
When they meet your waist and begin to manhandle your frame, you flinch. The killer so easily spins you around and pushes you back against the same tree his blade is housed deep into. Then he sighs, âWeâve already got the chase out the way," He says, picking his weapon out of the bark and redirecting its sharp edge to your shirt, staining the fabric with the blood on it before droning, "Mâsure you know what comes next.â
Your voice is a bit steadier now as your back hugs the tree behind you, eyes following the movement of his machete whilst it begins to tear at the flimsy fabric of your shirt, âIf⌠If I donât do this youâll...â
âKill your friends, yeah," He finishes for you, gaze boring into your frightened expression again. To which he fights back a groan. Shoko was right about one thing earlier, you damn sure are adorable when you're scared. âToldâ you I was gonna do it anyway but, I like your little idea better.â Gojo tells you.
It takes a while for you to answer since you're too busy watching and letting him rip the front of your shirt open, the garment falling to the ground and all soiled with blood. Then Gojo thumps closer and your spine stiffens as you bring your eyes up to his and finally utter a gentle, âOkay."
It's immediate the way he lunges forward, hand coming up to grab the back of your neck and tugging your body to his again as if the few minutes of distance were killing him. Talking hotly into your lips as he goes in for a kiss with a harsh utterance of, âFuckinâ love dumb girls like you..."
The kiss is nasty and loud, dollops of wet saliva smearing in between both of your lips mere seconds after they connect. The chilly material of his black glove slips against your nape and it's not long before you're letting out needy moans against his sloppy lips.
When ever the two of your faces pry away from one another for room to return a breath to your lungs, it only last for a split second to let the strings of drool drip down both of your chins before you're diving right back in. Filthy and raw with primal want on both ends.
Gojo's tongue is heavy and searing against yours, dragging along the center of your pink muscle and lathering something naturally sweet onto your tastebuds.
And his hands-, fuck, his hands...
They're grabby and desperate, tugging at your hips and then flying up to your breasts to snatch your bra off with one loud teaaarrrr of expensive fabric. âYeahh, letâs get all this shit off yaâ,â He huffs in between kisses, plucking away long enough to look down and moan, âOhhh, sheâs even prettier under all those fabricsâwhat a surprise.â
You're a mess of whines and eager moans, the sound growing increasingly louder as the seconds pass and driving him insane considering your friends weren't too far for how loud you were getting. The killer in front of you is quickly annoyed and stupidly horny, cock swollen forward against his heavy layers of old clothing.
So frustrated that he doesn't even realize how roughly he's snatching your clothes off, quickly leaving them shredded somewhere on the dirt behind him after flinging it all off. And the very second you're bare, thighs soaked with pretty streaks of your own slick, Gojo finds himself moaning at the sight.
Then his whole hunky body, broad shoulders, and haughty torso weighs-, more like slumps, to the side a bit before he's bending down and swooping you up 'n open into his bulky arms faster than you can wrap your mind around.
You barely get to catch your breath as your naked back is pressed against a tree and your legs are left dangling over the arms he had hooked beneath your knees as if you weighed less than anything. His strength alone had your brain in a fuzzy daze and your pussy weeping profoundly around nothing.
Then the bastard grinds his entire frame forward and you moan as if he just pushed inside you. Hell, it damn sure felt like he did with the way that jumping cock of his hauled and then pressed against your syrupy-slicked folds, which merely spread over his bulge as he did so.
Mouth dangling open like some slut, your head thumps back, "Ohmygod..."
Encouraged, the man moves as if possessed and leans back just to glare at you, "Need you to do something, sweetheart." He huffs.
You barely meet eyes with him and raise a brow.
To which he looms forward with drool dangling past his bottom lip, "Pull that fuckin' cock out f'me."
You don't know what jumps first; your body or your cunt in leaky arousal. Either way, you obediently slide a hand in between your bodies and shuffle in between all those clothes he has on, working to free his slobbering length.
It takes a few shuffles and a mix of hot pants before you manage to grab his cock and drag the massive weight free from the restricting confines. Something inside you twitches when you feel how wet it is in your palm before you start angling his bulking tip against your entrance.
He helps you via the movement of his ample hips, nudging the head up against your clit to purposefully draw a loud moan out of you before he quickly sinks past your plush folds, jaw slacking open at the delicate and daubing wetness heâs met with.
The killer was about to toss his head out and allow himself a groan as he smoothly meets the hilt of your warm cavern with only one juicy thrust but, as you cry out all loudly again, heâs easily pissed off.
âShut the fuck up,â Gojo husks after yet another noisy sound exited your body, quickly adjusting himself so that he could shove two stingy fingers into your mouth. With it, he lurches forward and presses his lips against your ear, âIf they catch us like this, mâgonna kill âem.â He warns, earning a sudden squelch and sloshed clamp around his vein trickling girth, âAagh, fuckâŚ" He breathes, flashing an already fucked-out smile, "Did you clench out of real fear or is my dumb slut into that, huh? Yâlike a lilâ fear play?â
Without waiting for an answer, his hips and fingers are moving in tandem with one another. The corpulent head of his cock is mashing against your sweetest spot like heâd known the way to it prior to this and his fingertips are ticking the back of your throat just to feel you choke against his digit.
âAh, who am I kiddinâ, of course you do,â He chuckles, pulling back a bit and sliding his digits out of your mouth just to stuff them into his own. âProbably got this-, fuck⌠wet halfway through our chaseâŚâ He mumbles in between his cleaning of his fingers.
Gojo was a obnoxious fuck, hips mean and pounding against your sprawled out legs whilst he occasionally glided your entire frame forward onto his impaling cock. At some point you remember having to put a hand over your mouth to stop your sounds from echoing throughout the forest.
Yâknow, as if your cunt wasnât loud enough with the way she was moaning and crying around the fat dick stretching you out against some random tree.
Youâre struggling the whole way through, toes curling tightly every time his tip kisses over your g-spot with saccharine grazes. The way your pussy slobbed around him with the most gorgeous squelches had him pussydrunk and delirious in only a mater of minutes.
Once he starts hearing your whines struggling against your throat again, he knew you were getting close. Hence why his weight sandwiches into yours all of a sudden, your nails scraping at his back whilst yours curves into an arch away from the tree. âMmmgh, fuck⌠are you about to cum? So soon?â Gojo taunts, speaking into the taut skin of your neck now as his balls clap heavily against your skin. âNahhh, fuck that. If you cum on me before I say you can, Iâm gonna take that pretty lilâ blade andââ
âO-Okay,â You whisper before he can finish, pussy narrowing around the curvaceous edges he was thrusting into you, âI-I wonât⌠mmnh⌠I wonât c-cum,â You attempt to say in one breath. Though, it definitely takes multiple.
Rubbing his initials over your clit and causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull, Gojo smiles wickedly. âThatâs what I like to hear.â He praises lightly, peppering dribbly kisses into your neck, âPluuus, you wouldnât want your friends to hear how much of a whore you really are, would you?â He asks in a slouchingly deep purr.
You shake your head cutely.
Loving the hold and control heâs got on you, a snicker escapes him, the breath from it slapping and sliding down to your collarbones, âYeah, I didnât think so. Theyâve no idea their best friend likes gettinâ fucked by killers in the woods for real. They thought it was all just jokes, right?â
His pounding is getting faster now, more erratic. And you know heâs doing it on purpose because he wants to see how long you can hold back your orgasm. âM-Mhm-mm..â You stammer out.
âAwww, you poor thing.â Gojo frowns as he lifts his head and looks into your ears, biting his bottom lip at the sight of dainty tears, âCanât even be yourself around them, can you?â
It quickly becomes too much for you as he starts humping his deliciously vivacious cock in and out of your saturated hole. Your eyes flicker and your mouth is wide open, sweet drool lapping its way down your chin and falling down in between your bodies, âS-Sâtoru, please⌠I-I canât hold-, ah.. Iâm gonnaââ
âNot yettt,â He whispers as if to convince you, hips rolling rhythmically now just to drive you to the point of edging shivers, âLook, you really wanna die out here just because you couldnât hold back your own orgasm? Thatâd be embarrassing, donâtcha think?â He asks playfully.
You shudder and then his thrusts return to something rougher-, needier.
âWhat youâre gonna instead is cum with meânot before me like the selfish slut you wanna be so bad,â He suggests as his forehead meets yours with a careful tap, your breath mingling. âOn the count of three, yeah?â You nod anxiously and as soon as his voice comes out all slow, you feel like youâre really gonna lose your life over this.
âOneeeâŚâ He murmurs.
Your cunt is jolting around his cock, âS-SatoruâŚâ
He swallows down a grunt, âT-Twoooo⌠câmon you can do it,â He encourages, though youâre not sure if thatâs for him or you.
When his cockhead slaps up against where your insides are most sensitive and stars suddenly coat your vision you choke, âO-Ohgod, I canât, I canâtââ
âThree,â He breathes out finally.
Your moan echoes out into the air in true pornographic fashion, so loud that both you and Gojo fuzzily sense the way Shoko and Utahime probably looked around a bit. His frosty hand comes slapping over your mouth again before he tugs your body against his once more, moving to groan in your ear, âThoughtâ I told you not to be fucking loud.â
Oh shit.
His hand falls down to your neck and he squeezes tight, putting a halt to your easy breathing. âS-Sa-, hahh⌠Satoru⌠p-please,â You whine softly, cunt hugging his still spurting cock and gushing a mess of white around where you two connect.
He lets out something raspy before letting go of your neck, grabbing your face, and then forcing your eyes onto his. âYouâre sâlucky Iâve taken a liking to youâŚâ He snorts like itâs humorous and then sighs, âThat, ân I like the way you look when you cum.â
Lashes wet from your tears, you bat them at him, your body all breathless and spent. The most important thing about this whole interaction dawns on your mind again and you gulp as your voice hoarsely leaves you, âD-Does this mean-, mh.. we all get to live?â
Gojo smiles at you, just barely before his head tilts and his hockey mask falls off onto the floor with a soft thud, âFor now, sure.â
but also... if anton smiles at you like that one more time, you might actually hold him underwater during the next relay.
"great turn, y/n!" he chirps, shaking water from his head. "you're getting so fast lately!"
you want to hiss at him like a feral cat. but instead, you nod stiffly and shove your goggles up to your forehead, muttering, "whatever."
every. single. practice. he's like this.
offering you fist bumps, grinning when you clock a personal best, even loaning you his swim cap last week when yours snapped. the audacity.
the worst part? he's not fake. everyone likes anton. he's effortlessly friendly, absurdly attractive, and the coaches adore him. meanwhile, you've been grinding out extra sets, analyzing your stroke meticulously, and he still shaves seconds off your best time like it's nothing.
you line up on the blocks, heart pounding, and glance over. he sends you a thumbs-up and a blinding smile.
you lose. by like 0.03 seconds.
again.
and he still has the nerve to pull himself out of the pool, panting and flushed and smiling.
"so close!" he says, jogging over to you with a towel. "you were amazing!" you nearly combust on the spot.
"i'll be in the locker room," you grumble, ripping your cap and storming off.
you think you're safe once everyone else clears out. just you, your duffel bag, and a mountain of unresolved inferiority issues.
so naturally, anton finds you.
he's waiting just outside the hallway, hair still wet and cheeks a little pink, towel slung loose around his neck.
"hey. can we talk for a sec?" he smiles sheepishly.
you groan. "if this is about the pull buoy again, i swear-"
"no, not that," he interrupts. "i just.... i just wanted to ask you something.
you sigh, tired. "what?"
he hesitates. then, "you hate me, right?"
you blink. "what?.."
"it's okay if you do." his voice is soft and careful. "you kinda... glare at me a lot. and you never talk to me unless you're yelling about flip turns or lane violations or... i don't know, it just felt like maybe i did something wrong."
for a moment, you just stare at him. and then, panic.
"i don't hate you," you blurt, too loud, too fast.
he looks confused. "you don't?..."
"no! i just... maybe wanted to beat you. one time. and you kept being nice about it and... it made it worse." you scratch the back of your head, embarrassed.
he tilts his head. "me being nice... made it worse?"
"yes! because you're so good at everything and you still clap for me and tell me i did great like you don't even see me as a rival-"
"i don't.."
you flinch. "wow, okay. rude."
"no, wait!" he steps closer, eyes wide. "i don't see you as a rival because i don't wanna beat you. i wanna.... be around you.. talk to you.. and i've thought about holding hands... more than once."
you short-circuit.
he shrugs, towel slipping. "i like you. a lot. you kinda terrify me, but in a good way?"
your brain is a real life buffering wheel. so naturally, you grab him by his towel and kiss him.
he stumbles a bit in surprise, but catches himself quickly. his hands find your waist, thumbs brushing soft against your sides.
when you pull away, sill breathless, you mutter, "i still wanna beat you. just saying."
"that's fair. i'll still cheer for you." he beams.
"you want some?" anton asks, plopping down next to you on the bleachers before morning practice.
he's holding a protein bar, a banana, and a bottle of your favorite sports drink. the flavor no one else on the team drinks because they swear it tastes like cough syrup.
you squint. "how did you even get that?"
"7-eleven. went at 6:30am. for you, babe." he smiles.
you nearly choke. "did you just.... did you just call me babe?"
he nods cheerfully, already unwrapping the protein bar for you. "yeah. or do you like 'sweetheart' better? ooh, or 'honey badger.' since you're so small and feral."
you stare at him, stunned into silence.
around you, your teammates side-eye the interaction like it's a drama unfolding in real time.
after practice, anton throws his towel around your shoulder. "you looked so cool out there," he says sweetly.
you bury your face in the towel, "you're going to kill me." you groan. he laughs, nudging your side. "is it working?"
"what?"
"making you fall for me."
you look up, flushed and grumpy, but undeniably soft for him. "...maybe."
Summary: You impulsively adopt the cute hybrid that avoids all eye contact, but you end up accidentally spoiling him too much.
Pairing: Hybrid! Jisungx Rich! Female reader
Warnings:Â smut, smut, smut, fluff (he's too cute), mentions of drugs and SA (doesn't happen to ji nor y/n), mentions of hybrid abuse, some miscommunication at first, but it's solved quickly because they talk like adults (sort of). Also no proofreading! Sorry I got a bit lazy.
You examined the papers in front of you meticulously, looking for any abnormality. Every month, you visited the shelter to ensure your generous donations were used to improve the facilities and provide healthy meals for the hybrids that lived there. It had happened before that charity organizations received big sums of money from you, but it all went into the ownerâs pocket. Whenever you discovered that was the case, you stopped your donations to the organization altogether, but this shelter had passed all your tests so far, offering you very detailed documents to prove that your money had been used the way it was intended to. Even if you showed up on a random Tuesday morning, the employees welcomed you calmly and showed you any document or room you asked to see.Â
The corridors were clean, besides the unavoidable remains of fur here and there. The rooms on each side of it were not luxurious, and the furniture was minimal, but they were large enough for 2 or 3 hybrids. When you were walking by the feline area, you stopped in front of the only room that had its door closed. All doors had a small, rounded window that allowed you to look inside, for security reasons, as the volunteer had explained during your first visit about a year ago.Â
Once you peeked inside, you saw a lone figure in the corner of the room.
âWhereâs the other one?â you asked, after double-checking the room number. You remembered clearly that room 16 had an extra inhabitant.Â
The volunteer worker walking next to you stopped as well. âWhat?â
âThe orange cat,â you clarified, remembering the sharp eyes of a cat hybrid glaring at you whenever you came too close to that room. âThe one that hates people.â
âChenle?â The volunteer seemed to know who you were talking about. âHe doesnât hate people! Heâs just picky. Someone adopted him last week, actually,â she said with a sweet smile.
You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, thinking about that one time he tried to scratch a loving family that wanted to approach him.
âI know,â the volunteer laughed at your incredulous expression. âWe were all surprised! There was this woman who came here looking for a hybrid to keep her company, and she made it very clear she wanted to adopt a dog, but Chenle clung onto her and, after a few visits, she ended up taking him home.âÂ
âAhâŚâ you nodded awkwardly and glanced over at the lonely occupant of the room. His fluffy, dark ears were folded down, and his lips almost formed a pout as he sat on the floor, staring at the floor cheerlessly. âIs he sick?â
âJisungie?â the volunteer asked, lowering her voice when she saw his ear twitch at the mention of his name. âHeâs probably just sad,â she whispered. âItâs hard for him to get adopted. Heâs not exactly what people expect of his breedâŚâ
âWell, his ears are not as pointy, but other than that, he seems like a healthy cat hybrid to meâŚâ You said, trying to defend him.
âCat?â the volunteer echoed, surprised. âOh⌠oh, no, Jisungie is a cricetulus barabensis.â
You stared back at her blankly before you finally admitted you had no idea what that was. âA what?â
âHeâs a hamster hybrid,â she explained. âA Chinese striped hamster.â
âThen what is he doing in the feline zone?!â
âA few of our cats took a liking to him as soon as he arrived. They took care of him like he was their baby, so we let him stay here⌠but now that everyone in that group has been adopted, heâs been by himself. We tried to have him move to the rodent zone, but other rodents donât get along with himâŚthey find himâŚdifferent.â
â...Why?â
âThe same reason people donât adopt him. When you think of a hamster, you picture someone small, chubby, and cuddly. Heâs tall, awkward, and skittish. Heâs not what hamster people are looking for, and neither does he match the description of an ideal companion for dog or cat people. Someone who came yesterday said he was not cute-â
âHeâs cute!â you said without thinking. âWas that person blind? Were they even that pretty themselves? Thereâs nothing wrong with him! Heâs adorable!â you ranted angrily. You were a softie inside. The type who watched compilations of people being nice to each other online and cried herself to sleep. Hearing about someone having their feelings hurt just because they didnât fit the standard someone set for them made you want to either fight or sob uncontrollably. Maybe both.Â
âI agree with you,â the volunteer said. âBut we canât change what potential owners wantâŚâ
âThey have to be dumb not to want him! Who in their right mind wouldnât want this cutie?!â
â...Do you want him?â she asked cautiously.
âMe?!âÂ
âWe have known you for a while, so the background check would go smoothly and you could take him home in less than a week,â the excited volunteer explained.Â
âIâm not here to adopt. You know that,â you replied curtly.
âRight,â she hesitated. âI just thought⌠Well, if you change your mindââ
âI wonât. I do my part, donating more than enough for you all to keep this place afloat.â
âHybrids need more than moneyâŚâ she mumbled. âThey need someone to care for them.â
âAnd you are great at it!â you assured her with a pat on her shoulder.
âItâs not the same,â she shook her head sadly. âThey need undivided attention and companionshipââ
âAnd I canât offer that,â you declared. âNot with the lifestyle I have. I donât want an extra responsibility taking up my time.â
The volunteerâs sad eyes looked away from you and at the hybrid. You followed her gaze and saw Jisungâs dark eyes boring into yours, before he quickly looked away. Then, he stood up slowly and dragged his feet towards his bed, where he lay on his side, with his back turned to you.
âI didnât mean to pressure you,â the volunteer said, guiding you away from the feline zone. âI just thought you liked Jisungie.â
âItâs not that I donât like him,â you said quickly. âI just donât want to adopt him.â
âThatâs understandable,â she said, trying not to show her disappointment.Â
 It bothered you. You felt like she was trying to make you feel guilty because you didnât want to adopt. Not wanting to own a hybrid didnât make you a bad person. You were giving them money, werenât you? That already made you better than those people who didnât care at all.Â
Some people called you selfish for not wanting to form a family or have any type of companion. But was it really wrong to be selfish? You werenât hurting anyone. You had worked really as an actress for years to build your current luxurious lifestyle. You wanted to enjoy it, have brunch with the girls, party until dawn with your friends, and take spontaneous trips to the beach. If you had a pet, you wouldnât be able to do all that freely.Â
You cringed at your own thoughts. You tried to train yourself to treat hybrids as equals, but you found yourself, once again, referring to them as pets. Maybe you werenât making donations because you were a good person, but because you wanted to feel better about yourself.
You remembered the hybridâs sad eyes when he looked at you. You wondered how many times he had been rejected. Judging by his behavior, it had been too many to count.Â
You drank shot after shot and laughed at your friends' jokes at the club, but the image of the pitiful hybrid kept haunting you.Â
âIâm not a bad person!â you yelled drunkenly for the fifth time that night.
âShh!â Seungkwan hissed. âDo you want another scandal?â
âThe last one wasnât even my fault!â you huffed.
âWe know, we know,â Seungkwan said dismissively, switching your shot for a glass of water. âThe director from your last movie was an asshole. But you still have to be careful with what you say in public.â
âWhy are you so worked up, by the way?â Vernon asked. âYou never let peopleâs words get to you like this.â
âI donât care about what the volunteer said⌠But why did he look at me like I stabbed him in the heart?!â you insisted.
âThe volunteer?â
âNo. Jisung!â you exclaimed, frustrated at your confused friends.
âWhoâs that?â
âThe hybrid!â
âIf it bothers you that much, go back and adopt him,â Vernon said, drinking your shot.
Seungkwan glared at him. âAre you crazy? Look at her! Do you think she can take care of somebody else?â
Now you glared at Seungkwan. âI totally can.â
There was an awkward silence.
âDrink your water, girl,â Seungkwan said, pressing the glass against your lips.
You gulped the liquid down and turned to Vernon. âI totally can, right?â you repeated.
Vernon shrugged. âI see no reason why not.âÂ
Seungkwan shook his head. âYou know you canât get crazy drunk like this every week if this hybrid depends on you. What are you gonna do, leave him alone at home the entire time?â
âWith food and TV,â you deadpanned, like it was enough.
âYouâre just gonna keep him inside watching TV,â he paraphrased, unamused.Â
âHe could party with us,â Vernon offered.
You nodded and looked at Seungkwan, looking for approval.Â
âYouâll adopt a hybrid and get him drunk so that you can feel better about yourself?â Â
âYouâre making it sound like I would be a terrible owner,â you scoffed. You waited for him to contradict you, but he silently took a sip of his cocktail. âSeungkwan!â
âY/N. A hybrid is a responsibility for life. And you are terrified of commitment.âÂ
âIâm not terrified! I just donât want to commit!â
âThen why are you talking about adopting a whole hybrid?!â
âI just want you to say I can do it!âÂ
âYou canât!
âVernon said I can!â
âVernon!â Seungkwan scolded the handsome man who, once again, shrugged and stole a sip of his cocktail.Â
âIâm adopting him,â you declared, standing up, but the world immediately started spinning. Vernon caught you right before you fell, and with Seungkwanâs help, he carried you out of the club. âGonna⌠gonna adopt JisungieâŚ.,â you babbled.Â
âYou wonât even remember this conversation tomorrow, Y/N,â Seungkwan sighed.
But Seungkwan was so wrong.Â
When you woke up after a few hours, your first thought was Jisung. You got up, wore something comfortable, took an aspirin, and got in your car with a clear destination: the hybrid shelter (with a short but necessary stop to get coffee).Â
Your heart was beating fast by the time you reached the shelter. You took a deep breath in and opened the door, quickly spotting the same volunteer you had talked to the day before.Â
âI want Jisung,â you declared.
The woman almost dropped the box she was carrying when she saw your disheveled appearance. She scanned you before putting the box down and approaching you slowly.
âA-are you okay?â she asked.
âYou said there was no need for a background check, right?â
âUhâŚI said it could be fasterâŚâ
âSo I get to take him home today.â
âToday?!â
âIs he awake?â you asked agitatedly, walking towards the feline zone where you knew he was mistakenly staying.
The volunteer quickly caught up and stood in front of you, making you stop. âWhat are you doing?! You canât just take him!â
Her outraged yelp worsened the sharp pain in your head, so you massaged your temple, irritated. âYou wanted to give him to me yesterday,â you reminded her.
âAnd you refused!â
âI changed my mind,â you said simply, walking past the stressed woman, but you barely took a step before she grabbed your forearm. You turned around, feeling insulted by her behavior. âWHAT?!â
She glared at you defiantly. âIf you take him, you canât change your mind. You must treat Jisung like family, not a trophy to display your altruism.âÂ
That stung. âIâŚI know thatâŚâ
âThen please go home and come back only when youâre absolutely sure you can do this,â she demanded firmly. âAnd make sure youâre sober.â
You sighed with relief when you got back home. Now that you were sobering up, the idea of adopting a hybrid seemed as ridiculous as Seungkwan pointed out. You dodged a bullet thanks to that annoying volunteer.Â
It was better to forget about Jisung.
And his fluffy ears.
âŚAnd his sad eyes.
âŚAnd the way he flinched when you said you didnât want him.
But you just couldnât stop thinking about him. After two weeks, you found yourself filling out the necessary paperwork to register him under your care. The annoying volunteer was being nice to you this time, which led you to think that previously she was being cautious to ensure the safety of the hybrids.Â
When Jisung came to the reception area, carrying only a backpack with his belongings, he had the look of a lost child. He stole glances at you before looking at the floor nervously, and his hands were visibly shaking.
He also kept looking at the volunteer to confirm that this was indeed happening, and when she gave him a thumbs up, his eyes widened a little before squinting to accompany his timid smile. He mentally repeated your name a few times when you officially introduced yourself to him, and then he nodded enthusiastically at everything you said.
You started to get nervous when you noticed he hadnât said a single word while you went on about the room you had prepared for him, the phone you had bought him, and how you hoped you two would get along.
âHeâs just overwhelmed,â the volunteer quickly assured, noticing your concern. âGive him time and heâll be yapping non-stopâŚâ she trailed off when she caught sight of a familiar face entering the shelter. âHaechan, again?!â
A cat hybrid with beautiful caramel skin sighed and dropped his backpack on the floor. âStop acting surprised. You keep giving me away to shitty people and then blame it on me when they send me back.â
âWhereâs your owner? Iâll talk to her and maybeââ the stressed volunteer walked to the door to solve the problem.
âSheâs not my owner anymore. Bitch kicked me out of the car and drove away. Iâm not going back to her.â
She groaned. âHaechan⌠what do I do with you?â
âHow about a welcome hug? Didnât you miss me?â he pouted, opening his arms as an invitation.
âI did not,â she grumbled.
âYeah⌠yeah, you did,â he affirmed with a sultry tone you doubted was appropriate for the workplace, and when his gaze lingered on her body for a little too long, you decided to clear your throat in an attempt to speed up Jisungâs adoption process.
Both the volunteer and Haechan jumped and looked at you. Haechan was the first to speak.
âHi, Iâm Y/N!â you introduced yourself, shaking his hand. âAre you Jisungâs friend?â
âMhmm, you can call me Haechan. Hopefully, you wonât send him back like they did to me.â
âNO!â you exclaimed, scandalized. âI would neverââ
âYeah, youâre rightâŚâ he purred, patting the hamster hybridâs back. âYou wonât want to send him back when you see what heâs packing.â
Jisungâs eyes almost popped out of his head, and he clumsily covered his crotch with his hands despite being fully dressed.
âHAECHAN!â the poor volunteer shrieked, pushing the mischievous cat towards the feline area. âIâm so sorry about him. Just ignore him! Youâre all set! A staff member will visit you after a few weeks for the first evaluation. Good luck!â she said, disappearing into the corridor with Haechan.
Jisung was silent on the ride home, and he remained quiet as you gave him a tour of the penthouse. When you finally heard his voice, it wasnât what you expected.
âMasterâŚâ a deep voice suddenly called when you were leaving him to unpack his stuff in his room.
You turned around, speechless.Â
That was his voice?
âYou havenât told me the rules, master,â he pointed out. This time, you saw his lips move as the words left his mouth, which helped your brain accept that such a soothing voice came from this cute creature.
âT-the rules?â you echoed confusedly.
âYes, master. Please tell me what I can and canât do in your house.â
âJisung, this is your house too. Just make yourself comfortable.â
He visibly malfunctioned. It felt like a trap, but he wouldnât dare question your instructions.
âOkay. Thank you, master.â
âAnd donât call me that,â you requested. âJust call me by my name.â
He nodded. âMaster Y/N.â
âNoâŚI meanâ just call me Y/N.â
His mouth opened and closed, and then he shook his head.
âNo?â you asked. âDoes it make you uncomfortable?â
He bit his lip and looked at you nervously.
âOkay,â you sighed with defeat. âJust call me whatever is easier for you.â
âThank you, master,â he whispered.
It may have been easier for him to call you by that title. But for you, it was mortifying when you took him shopping and he said it out loud in front of other people. Other than that, Jisung was an incredibly well-behaved hybrid. He always did as he was told, obediently accompanied you whenever you took him out to run errands, thankfully accepted every luxurious item you bought for him, and patiently waited for you at home when you went out by yourself.Â
And the best part was that you could continue living your life the way you liked. You still went out to parties until late at night, and Jisung didnât seem to mind. He simply stayed at home, watching TV like you told him he could and asking you about your day as soon as you arrived. What you didnât notice was his growing anxiety, the longer it took you to come back to him.Â
But how would you notice? He never said anything.
One night, you came back very late, taking off your shoes at the entrance and trying to find your way to your room in the darkness.
âMaster,â his deep voice called out of nowhere, causing you to yelp in shock.
âJesusâfuck, Jisung!â you exclaimed when you saw him standing in the corridor. âWhat are you doing awake?â
âIâm sorryâ IâŚI have a questionâŚâ he mumbled.
âA question? This late?âÂ
âUhâŚI can wait until the morningâŚâ
âNo, noâŚâ You sighed. âItâs fine. What is it?â
âI was uhâŚI was wondering if it would be okay for me to eat somethingâŚâ
You stared at him, dumbfounded. âWhat?âÂ
His stomach growled loudly, and he cleared his throat. âI didnât want to grab anything without permission, soâŚâ
Thatâs when you realized that in the couple of weeks Jisung had lived with you, you had always given him clear indications whenever it was time to eat.
âDinnerâs in the microwaveâ, âShall we have pizza?â, âBreakfast ready!â, âYou can heat up some soup if you wantâ, among other verbal confirmations that it was okay for him to eat something, were always there, but he didnât hear anything like that today. You had left early in the morning, spent the day outside, and returned past midnight.Â
âJisung, have you eaten anything at all today?â you asked.
âI wasnât sure what was okayââ
âOh my god,â you groaned, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. âI told you this is your house! You can use everything in it, and you can eat whatever you want!âÂ
He mumbled a weak âSorryâ as you took out a package of instant ramyun from the shelf and started preparing it.Â
âI want you to eat even if Iâm not here. Understood?â you said once you were both at the table, and he started eating. âYou can cook too, if you want. Do you know how to cook?â
He shook his head.
So you decided to buy more frozen meals that he could heat up when youâre not around.
Another week went by uneventfully. A staff member from the shelter showed up to check on Jisung and decided you were doing a good job since he was clean, well-fed, and had his own spacious room. Jisung tried his best not to cause any trouble. Even if that meant he didnât do anything all day. But he felt uneasyâŚ
Each passing day, he saw you less, and he was starting to think that maybe⌠you didnât like him.
He tried waking up earlier in the morning to spend more time with you, but as soon as you got out of bed, you dressed up and left to who knows where. So he tried staying up until very late instead, but as soon as you arrived, you went to bed. He didnât want to be ungrateful; after all, you had given him a home.Â
âŚBut he felt even more lonely than when he was at the shelter.Â
âHow are things with your human?â Chenle asked while videocalling.
âUh⌠sheâs nice,â he mumbled.
âNice or⌠nice?â Chenle stressed the last word with a teasing smile.
Jisungâs face turned red. âItâs not like thatâŚâ
âOhâŚâ Chenleâs smirk dropped. âHaechan said she was your typeâŚâÂ
âWHAâ?â Jisung cried out and then covered his mouth, looking around and then remembering he wasâonce againâ alone. âWhat does he even know about my type?!â
âJisung, we raised you,â Chenle deadpanned.
âWeâre almost the same age!â he refuted, offended.
âBut weâve known you for a long time. He said he saw your ears twitch at the sound of her voice.â
âThatâsâŚ! I was just happy to be adoptedâŚâ he replied.
âOkay, maybe he got the wrong idea,â Chenle conceded. âRelationships between hybrids and humans arenât all the same.â
Thatâs when Jisung got curious. âWhat about your owner?â
âHm? What about her?â Chenle asked nonchalantly.Â
âIs sheâŚnice like that?â he asked, lowering his voice at what he thought was a scandalous question.
But Chenleâs eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled. âSheâs very nice.â
Jisung gasped.Â
âD-do you have that type of relationship with her?!â
âNo, not yet,â Chenle sighed. âIâm working on it, but she acts more like a mouse than you⌠she gets all jumpy and shy when I get too closeâŚâ he added, chuckling.
âYouâre going to scare her,â Jisung warned him.
âNah, she just follows this dumb moral code that makes her think it would be wrong to let me fuck her stupid,â Chenle shrugged.
Jisung blushed, but not only because of his friendâs obscene choice of words. For some reason, his brain decided to create a visual representation of himself fucking you stupid. A tiny, surprised moan escaped his mouth, and Chenle heard it.
âThinking about something naughty?â he teased.
âN-no!â
âAre you thinking about your owner?â
âI⌠our relationship is not like that!â he whined.
âBut do you want it to be?â
âNoâ I just⌠want to be friends...â
âOkayâŚâ Chenle said. âThen whatâs the problem?â
âThere is no problem.â
Chenle raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. âJisung.â
â...Fine, I⌠I think she may not⌠like me very muchâŚâ the hamster hybrid finally admitted.
âWhy would you think that?â
âWe never do anything together⌠Sheâs never home, and when she is, she goes straight to bed⌠I donât know, she may be avoiding meâŚâ
Chenle hummed, processing this information. âI donât think sheâs avoiding you, Jisung. If she didnât like you, she could just return you, like they did to Haechan.â
Jisung gulped. Going back to the shelter was the worst that could happen to an adopted hybrid. He felt bad for Haechan.
âMaybe sheâs actually busy,â Chenle continued. âWhat does she do for a living?âÂ
âHm⌠sheâs an actress⌠Have you heard about Y/N L/N?â
âWHAT? YOU WERE ADOPTED BY Y/N L/N?!â
âUhâŚyeahâŚâ
âFirst of all: wow. But secondly, and more importantly, that means she is busy, Jisung. Celebrities have a lot going on.â
Jisung shrugged. âI guessâŚâ
âAnd I bet sheâs tired when she gets home too. Why donât you do something to help her relax when she gets home? Maybe that would help you two become closer.â
Jisung nodded slowly, but he couldnât hide the confusion on his face. â...Like what?â
The cat hybrid stared back at him, blinking slowly. âThatâs up to you. What would you like to do for her?â
Jisung thought hard about it all day until he eventually came up with something he thought was a good idea.
âŚAnd thatâs how you came home to your kitchen being a mess, with your hybrid looking like he had committed a crime.Â
âY-youâre home earlyâŚâ he stuttered, avoiding your questioning eyes.
âWere you hungry?â you asked with a small laugh. âWhat were you trying to make?â
âLasagnaâŚâ he replied, embarrassed. His sauce-covered clothes confirmed that cooking wasnât one of his talents. âSaw it on tiktok.â
âYou could have just ordered some, or text me to buy some for you on my way back,â you said, shaking your head and starting to clean the kitchen.
âI, uh⌠It was for youâŚâ He said, barely above a whisper.
âHuh?â You looked at him, surprised. âFor me?â
He shrugged, but then you noticed something weird. He kept one of his hands behind his back.
âWhat are you hiding?â you asked, teasingly.
âNothing,â he said, but he took a step back.
âI promise I wonât laugh, Jisungie!â you said, thinking he was hiding the results of his cooking attempt. You took a few steps towards him until he was cornered against the counter. âShow me, come on!â
âItâs nothing!â he insisted, trying to escape, but you reached for his hidden hand, and he winced in pain.
âJisung?â you asked worriedly, finally managing to take a look at his reddened hand. âWhat happened to your hand?â
He bit his lip, still looking anywhere except your eyes.
âDid you burn yourself?!â you insisted.
He shrugged, but his cheeks were red and his eyes were glossy. He wanted you to see he could be dependable, but he ended up making a fool of himself. Could things get any more embarrassing?
âWhy didnât you call me?! I gave you a phone for a reason!âÂ
âIt wasnât an emergency,â he mumbled.
âWhat?!â
âYou said to call you in case of an emergency.â
âBurning your hand is not an emergency to you?!â you asked.
âSorry for the inconvenience,â he said, trying to pull his hand away with a humiliated sigh, but your grip remained strong.
âInconveâWhat are you even talking about?â you asked. âJisungie, Iâm supposed to take care of you!â
âYeah, since Iâm just a useless petâŚâ he spat, breaking free from your grasp and walking away.
âWhat did you say?!â you asked incredulously.
âNothing. Just leave me alone, ok?â
You saw red. This wasnât like him at all. He had never talked like that before.
 So you followed him.
âDonât you walk away from me! Where is this attitude coming from?â
âI donât get it,â he yelled back, ignoring your order and walking towards his room. âIf you donât like me, why did you adopt me?â
You gasped. âWhatâs gotten into you today? Of course I like you!â
He stopped right before his bedroom door, turning around and glaring at you. âYeah? Is that why youâre never home since I started living here?â
âIâve always been like that! Even before you got here! I have things to do!â
âAnd I have nothing to do!â he exclaimed. âI stay home all day, waiting for you like an idiot.â
âYou can do anything you want, Jisung,â you repeated the words you had told him so many times before. âYou donât need me here to have fun.â
âI donât want to be alone!â he finally admitted. âIâ... I hate it,â he added softly.
Despite his quiet voice, the words landed like a dropped plate. Silence followed the unexpected confession.
And then, he sniffed.
It started as a small broken sound, but it soon escalated into sobs that let out the sour feeling he had been repressing for so long.
âOhâŚâ you mumbled, astonished. He always said everything was fine⌠This was the first time you heard him voice his feelings so strongly. âJisung, Iâ Iâm sorryâŚâ You cooed, pulling him into a hesitant hug, praying it didnât make him feel more uneasy. Thankfully, he welcomed your touch, and his arms immediately pulled you closer. You had no idea how much he needed physical touch right now. How much he craved being close to you, the person whom he had hoped would be his new family.
Still clinging to each other, you slowly sank to the floor, as he cried loudly on your shoulder.Â
âI w-wanted to doâŚsomething f-for you,â he managed to say between hiccups. âBut y-you already have⌠you have everything you want and Iâ Iâm j-just here⌠dumb and useless and u-uglyââ
âNO!â you refuted, pulling away and holding his face with your palms. âYou are none of those things, Jisung. You are smart, loving, and beautiful. Do you hear me?
His reddened, sad eyes avoided yours. âYouâre just saying thatâŚâ
âIâm not! Iâm sorry I made you feel like this, Jisung. Iâm just⌠too used to being alone. I⌠donât know how to live with someone. But I like you. I really do.â
He sniffed, and his rounded ears twitched. âReally?â
God, he was adorable.
âReally,â you insisted, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed his forehead softly. âNow, letâs go to the hospital,â you said, smiling and pulling his arm to guide him to the front door.
Jisung thought going to the hospital was a great idea, but not because of his hand. His heart was doing weird flips in his chest, and he felt his face burning after your lips touched his skin. There was surely something wrong with him.Â
Time blurred since that moment. He followed you without hesitation and let you take him to the hospital. Then he heard you explain everything to the doctor before he could say a word. He looked at you in awe as you took care of all the paperwork, paid the bill, and drove him home. He then waited obediently for you to cook a meal for him, shaking his leg excitedly and replaying the memory of the loving kiss in his head again and again. It felt so tender, and he just knew you werenât faking it.
âShe cares,â he thought. âShe likes me at least a little bit.â
âIs it good?â you asked as he devoured the stew.
For the first time, you heard him giggle. The gentle sound escaped his mouth before he cleared his throat. âYes. Thank you,â he said, trying to act normal, but his eyes squinted slightly, the corners crinkling as he fought back a smile.Â
It was contagious. Seeing his efforts to keep a straight face made you break into a wide grin. Â
You reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing at how happy he looked despite his injured hand.
âWhat you said earlierâŚâ You spoke carefully, trying not to ruin the moment. âAbout hating to be aloneâŚâ
His smile instantly dropped. âSorry about thatâŚI was just upsetâŚâ
âDid you mean it?â
âI know you like your independence.â
âBut you donât,â you guessed.
âIâll get used to it,â he assured you quickly.
âBut you donât like it,â you insisted.
He licked his lips nervously and hesitated before nodding. âI donât like itâŚâ
âGood to know,â you sighed, much to his surprise. âI want to know these things. You never tell me what you like or don't like.â
âI didnât want to impose,â he mumbled.
âYouâre not imposing. Itâs normal for two people living together to know things about each other. I have been waiting for you to open up.â
He blinked. âOpen up?â
âYeah, I want you to talk to me.â
His nose wrinkled, and he looked at you, completely lost as to what he could say.
âLetâs start with something simple. What do you do in your free time?â
âMy free time?â he echoed blankly.
âYeah, what do you do all day in this place?â
âIâŚI wait for you?â he replied.
â...And do what?â
âUhâŚI watch TV.â
You resisted the urge to question whether that was really all he did or how he could watch TV all day. âDo you like watching TV?â you asked instead.
âYeah, itâsâŚitâs okayâŚâ
âBut it could get boring,â you tried to reason. âDoing the same thing every day, I meanâŚâ
He bit his lip. He wasnât denying it.
âHow about doing something outside? Do you like sports?â you offered.
â... I like soccer,â he admitted.
âLetâs find you a team to play with, then.â
âReally?â he asked with an unlikely high-pitched tone.
âYeah! Iâll ask some friends if they could recommendââ
âChenleâ!â Jisung exclaimed excitedly, before regulating his voice to a calmer tone. âM-my friend from the shelter⌠heâ he goes to this sports club and he said itâs fun andâ and a lot of his teammates are hybrids andââ he rambled excitedly until a sudden thought crossed his mind and his ears flattened. âBut he pays for a membershipâŚâ
âYeah, all sports clubs require a membership,â you agreed. âIâll pay for it.â
âOh, no Iâ I donât really needââ he stuttered, feeling guilty for suggesting something that would be a waste of your hard-earned money.
âBut you want it.âÂ
His body tensed, and his gaze lowered. âItâs fine.â
But you werenât having any of that. âAsk your friend for the clubâs name. Youâre going next week.â
His jaw dropped, and then he forced it shut, shaking his head. âNo, master, Iâ...â he sighed. âIâmâ... you donât have to spoil me like thatâŚâ
You snorted, finally understanding why he kept choosing the cheapest stuff at the store.
âJisungie,â you called his name gently. âIâm rich. I have money. I want to spoil you,â you clarified.Â
He gulped. You wanted to spoil him? Fuck, that sounded so good coming out of your mouth.
âYeah?â he asked, his voice accidentally sounding deeper, raspier.
Unaware of the sudden shift in the air, you kept talking, thinking you were still talking about money.
âOf course, Jisung! I want to give you the best life you could ever have. Just tell me what you want,â you offered, reaching for his unwounded hand across the table.
âWhat I wantâŚâ he echoed absentmindedly, observing the way your thumb caressed the back of his hand. His brain was picturing exactly what he wanted from you, and Chenle had been so right about it. Seems like he didnât want to be just friends after allâŚ
You nodded. âIâll give you anything you want,â you confirmed.
He exhaled a shaky âOhâŚâ.Â
Now he was hyper-aware of your touch.
Stillness bloomed in the wake of his not-so-pure thoughts.
âWanna try right now?â you asked suddenly.
âWhat?!â he shrieked.Â
âCome on!â you giggled. âTell me one thing that you want.â
He looked from your touching hands to your curious face, mulling it over cautiously. If he told you what he wanted, it would change everything. So he didnât say anything.
âWe can start with something small,â you suggested, sensing his uncertainty.
Small?
For him, everything that came from you was a big deal.
A kissâŚ
One like the one you gave him earlier.
Or maybe he could give you one instead. A loving kiss on your temple, or your cheekâŚ
Would you let him kiss your lips?
He pushed those thoughts away. The last thing he wanted was you sending him back to the shelter because he crossed the line.
âY-you are an actress, right?â he asked instead.
âYeah,â you confirmed. âIâve been acting since I was 7.â
âCan weâŚâ he trailed off nervously. âW-watch one of your movies, or something? I mean⌠a movie youâre inâŚâ
You were expecting him to ask for something you could buy, but this was a good start if you wanted him to be comfortable asking you for things in the future.
âSure!â you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. âDo you wanna watch it right now?â
âYes,â he said quickly, not wanting to say goodnight and part from you just yet.Â
You gently squeezed his hand before telling him to google a list of your movies and choose one while you made popcorn.
When the movie started, he sat in the opposite corner of the sofa, but as the story progressed and you both became more absorbed in the plot, he moved closer. He touched your arm clumsily, keeping the touch light enough to play it as an accident if you didnât like it. Instead of questioning him or pushing him away, you opened your arms as an invitation to come even closer. He held his breath as he hesitantly scooted over, and he melted when one of your hands landed on his fluffy hair and scratched his ear carefully.
âHmmâŚâ he purred, leaning into your touch.
âGood?â you asked sleepily, with your eyes glued to the screen.
âGood,â he whispered, clinging onto you, resting his head on your shoulder, and letting out pleased little sounds.
âShould we do this every week?â you offered.
âMhmmâŚâ
That was the beginning of you and Jisungâs first routine as âroommatesâ, but more were soon to come. Now, having breakfast together was sacred; Jisung learned to make pancakes and other simple recipes, and he woke up excited to make something to eat together. You always found yourself waking up to the smell of coffee and the soothing view of your hybrid preparing breakfast and humming to little tunes.Â
He was also getting more comfortable asking for things⌠and bolder with his words.
âIs it okay if I decorate my room?â
âMay I go with you?â
âWould it be too much if I ask for a laptop?â
âCan some friends come over?â
âI want to take singing lessons.â
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â
âWhat?â you asked while you stood at the doorframe of your bedroom.
âUhâŚI asked if⌠I could sleep w-with youâŚâ stuttered your hybrid, having knocked on your bedroom door late at night.
You looked from him to your king-sized bed, confused. âYou want to sleep here?â
He barely nodded, losing his confidence at your hesitation. âT-the neighbors are having a party and⌠and I hear everything from my window so I c-can-t⌠Itâs kinda hard to sleepâŚuh⌠sorry, I shouldnât have woken you up, I⌠Iâm gonna g-goâŚâ
âCome in,â you murmured.
âWhat?â
Instead of replying, you opened the door wider as a silent invitation. Jisungâs pulse accelerated as he watched you walk towards your bed and lie down.
âYou coming?â you asked when he didnât move.
Your sleepy voice shouldnât have made his heart jump like that. As he lay down on the opposite side of the bed, he began to question whether this had been a good idea. Your pillow smelled like your shampoo and he could feel the warmth emanating from your body. And to make things work, his anxiety decided to act up, making him tremble slightly.
âAre you cold, Jisungie?â you asked with a yawn.
âY-yeah,â he lied. He wasnât going to admit that the real reason he was shaking was that being in the same bed as you was making him spiral.
âHmm⌠come here,â you mumbled, opening your arms just like you did to cuddle when you watched movies together.
Yes, this was no different than watching a movie with you. Just because now you were on a bed, he didnât need to be this nervous, Jisung told himself as he moved closer. As usual, all tension left his body once he was hugging you. He let out something between a sigh and a moan.
âThank youâŚâ he breathed out, pulling you closer and impulsively kissing your cheek.
You froze, and you felt his face heat up through the fabric of your pajamas as he hid his face in your chest.
âG-good night!â he said quickly, wondering how believable it would be if he pretended to be snoring right at that moment.
But instead of being mad, you chuckled and kissed the top of his head. âGood night, Jisungie,â you murmured.
He fought the urge to kick his feet like a happy teenage girl with a crush and replayed the sweet interaction in his head until he fell asleep.
One thing about Jisung was that he was a fast learner, but that also meant that if you permitted him to do something once, he assumed it was okay to do it anytime. So he ended up sleeping in your bed so often it became the norm.
He was also more touchy. He caressed your hands and arms absentmindedly whenever you were hanging out, and he had developed the cute habit of kissing your cheek every night before going to sleep (although you could feel his lips trembling as they touched your skin).
You were so proud of how his timid requests became assertive. Now he sounded confident whenever he wanted something because he just knew you would always say yes.
The first time you regretted teaching him how to feel so empowered happened during one of your weekly movie nights.
âI look so dumb!â you whined, looking at yourself playing the role of a sexy spy.
âYou look good! Stop saying that!â Jisung laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you tighter against his chest, between his sprawled legs. This was a cuddling position you naturally adopted when watching movies lately.
âI hated this movie! I never watched it after I finished filming it last yearâŚâ
âWhy did you hate it so much?â he asked.
âBecause it makes no sense! Why would I wear high heels and a tight dress to run and jump out of buildings?!â
He giggled. âBut you look amazing,â he murmured sleepily.
You felt your skin warm up a little.
âŚAnd this wasnât the first time.
Now that Jisung was more confident, he found it easier to compliment you when you least expected it. Each compliment made you feel a little hot and bothered, especially when he said them with that voice.
He had never done anything remotely sexual in your presenceâŚ
So why were you thinking about Jisung like that?
Was it because of that time he came out of his room shirtless, asking if you had seen his favorite hoodie, and you stared for too long?
Or maybe that one time you scratched his nape and he straight out moaned and asked for more, making you accidentally picture him in a totally different scenario?
Or any other time you kind of perceived him as attractive?
Jisung.
Attractive.
Oh godâŚÂ
You were attracted to your hybrid.
You were still coming to terms with that realization when you heard a moanâyour own moanâcoming from the screen.
Oh, noâŚ
No, no, noâŚ
You completely forgot about that scene.
âShit. Letâs watch something elseââ you quickly suggested, trying to stand up to reach for the remote, but Jisungâs arms kept you in place. You looked back as much as you could with the limited movement he allowed you, and you saw his dark eyes looking past you, glued to the lewd scene on the screen. âJisung, nooo! Donât look!â you begged, trying to cover his eyes with your hands.
âStop,â he replied curtly, grabbing your wrists and holding them against your chest with one big hand, while his other arm kept circling your waist. âYou said we can watch whatever I want. I want to watch this one.â
A shiver ran down your spine.
His agitated breathing was hot next to your ear, while he kept you still with a gentle yet firm grip and watched you fake pleasure for the camera.
âWowâŚâ he whispered when your character stepped out of the ridiculously uncomfortable dress to reveal a set of black lingerie.Â
You had to look away when you saw yourself crawl on top of the middle-aged actor who played the detective. Jisung gulped.
You knew what was coming: An unnecessarily long scene full of close-ups of your tits bouncing with exaggerated screams to appeal to the male audience.
You let out a small whimper. âThis is so embarrassingâŚâ you mumbled, defeated.
âShh. I told you you look good,â Jisung cooed, kissing your shoulder (something he had never done before) to comfort you. âFuckâŚâ
And that was the first time he ever cursed in front of you. He used to mind his actions and words around you, looking for your approval. But now, after months living together and you giving him everything he asked for and praising him all the time⌠he was letting loose.
âOhâŚâ he moaned quietly when you shifted awkwardly and something poked your lower back. He gulped before moving his own hips subtly, but too skillfully to be an accident.
âJ-jisung!â you yelped when you finally snapped out of it and twisted your body around with difficulty to look at him. âWaitâ No!â
â...No?â he repeated, the word sounding foreign coming from your lips. Since he first became part of your life, you had always told him there were no rules he needed to worry about. You never got mad at him when he accidentally broke something or made a mess in the kitchen. Neither did you deny him any of his requests. You had even gone as far as to promise him that you would give him anything he wanted.
Anything.
One time, he did some research on the most ridiculously costly PC equipment to exist and asked you to buy it for him. Hell, he didnât even want it, but he wanted to see if you would follow through. You did. No questions asked. You just handed him your credit card and said âSureâ like it was nothing.
And it wasnât only about money. Whenever he had asked for other things, such as holding hands, cuddling, and napping together, you said yes every time.
Why would you say no to him now? You always let him do whatever he wanted, so what was wrong? He thought you two had a little something going on, even if none of you dared to say it. He had seen your ears turn red whenever he told you you were pretty. He knew you checked him out whenever he walked around with little clothes⌠thatâs why he did it (Haechanâs idea).
He heard your voice crack when you told him to get dressed⌠and there was that time he was so sure you smelled aroused when he let you feel up the lean muscles he had been working out for.
Was he wrong?
Had he crossed the line?
His eyes went from lidded and dreamy to wide and panicked.Â
âI meanââ you tried to calm yourself and him down when you saw his expression. âOkay, hold on. Letâs clarify: what do you want exactly?â
He bit his lip and looked down, just like he did when he had first arrived at your home and didnât trust you enough to speak up.
âI wonât be mad,â you assured him. âYou know you can tell me anything, right? Have I ever been mad at you?â
He shook his head slowly.
âSee? Thereâs nothing to be afraid of. Now tell me, what do you want?â
For a few seconds, he was quiet, letting the lewd sounds of the movie fill the room.
 Then, he moved his hips only a little, just enough to chaff against your ass. Despite the lack of force, the gesture was clear.
âThis,â he mumbled, thrusting again, this time a little harder, to make his point. â... No?â he asked again, like a kid who was being denied a cookie.
You opened your mouth in shock, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say when your cute hybrid, whom you had been secretly checking out, politely asked to hump you while watching a soft porno of you?
âŚTo be fair, it was not his fault that he got hard. The movie was intended for a male audience, and Jisung was, after all, a man. It was your fault for letting him watch it.
If he was turned on because of you⌠It was only logical to help him feel better, right?
You were just taking responsibility for your mistake.
At least thatâs what you told yourself.
It was easier than admitting you were doing it because you finally got some non-platonic physical touch from the man who had been making you feel flustered for weeks.
Instead of replying, you moved, pressing your ass against his hardened shaft and holding in a whimper at how hot it felt.
He gasped, looking down to see the point where thin layers of fabric stopped his cock from entering you.
âS-so⌠yes?â he asked hopefully. âMaster, is that a yes?â
Of course. Your well-behaved hybrid always needed verbal confirmation to be sure.
âYes,â you whispered. âBut only this, ok?â
He sighed, and his hands reached for your hips. He looked back at the screen and kept rutting lazily. âT-thank you⌠Thank you, masterâŚâ
You pressed your thighs together and shut your eyes closed, embarrassed at the entire situation. His tiny gasps were making you so wet you worried you would leave a stain on the sofa. You took a deep breath in. All you had to do was stay still and wait for him to finish⌠by the way his hips stuttered, you knew it wouldnât take him long.
âThereâs one thing I find stupid about this movie,â he suddenly said, making your heart drop. You werenât ready for him to tell you how ridiculous you looked now. Thankfully, he said: âThat guy. He shouldnât be part of the scene⌠he ruins the whole mood.â
You opened your eyes and stared at the still-going sex scene. There it was: a quick cut of your coworker grunting, covered in oil that was supposed to imitate sweat. You couldnât help but laugh a little.
âHow was I supposed to do that scene then?â you asked. âShould I have just bounced on an empty bed?â
He laughed too. It was the first time you two ever spoke about something like sexâŚand it was surprisingly chill, if you ignored his dick still humping your ass.
âHonestly? That would have been better,â he snickered, and then he groaned when the camera panned on the man again. âGross, I donât wanna see the sweaty dude. Can the camera go back to you?â he whined.
âThen donât look?â you offered, suddenly feeling playful. âThe actress is right here with you. You donât have to watch the screen to see me.â
The sudden realization hit him.Â
âYeahâŚâ he sighed, and he finally stopped watching the dumb movie to rest his forehead on your shoulder. âYouâre right hereâŚâ
Your warm body against his, and your shampoo-scented hair tickling his cheek, made him feel at home. You were his home.
If he could feel just a little bit more, it would be perfect, he told himself, pausing his movements.
âJisung?â you asked, trying to control your ragged breathing. You were enjoying yourself a little too much and were disappointed that he stopped⌠but the disappointment was replaced with a surprised yelp when you felt skin against skin, hot, hard, and wet. His member slid under your shirt. âOh my godâŚâ you breathed out. âIs thatâŚ?â
He hummed, nosing your neck and placing a chaste kiss on it before resuming his swift movements, letting you feel his cock on the bare skin of your lower back. âMaster⌠this is okay too, right? It f-feels amazingâŚâ
How could you say no when he asked like that? When he told you it felt that good? When he was spreading precum on your skin? When he was moaning and calling you âmasterâ with that insanely raspy voice?
âItâs...okay,â you panted and a little moan escaped you, which didnât go past him.
âI like that soundâŚâ he admitted, his thrusts still slow but sensual. âCan I hear it again?â
âJisungâŚâ you whined instead, covering your face with your palms, mortified.Â
âPlease, masterâŚâ he begged next to your ear. âPlease,â he repeated, and then he nibbled on your earlobe, successfully making you release something between a gasp and a moan. He couldnât stop himself; he let out a small âAhâŚ!â and spilled on your back, hugging you tightly as his cock twitched.
He sighed and his hands caressed your hips in soothing circles⌠and then wandered to the hem of your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throatâŚ
And your phone rang.
You jumped up and ran to the shelf where you had left it.
âHello?â you answered nervously.
âHey, girl. You busy? Sorry, I just really need your helpâŚâ said Vernonâs tipsy voice.
âUhâŚâ you hesitated, looking back at the disheveled appearance of your hybrid, with rosy cheeks, unfocused eyes, legs spread wide open exposing hisâŚâNope. Not busy at all. Whatâs up?â
âThank god. Hoshiâs wasted, like⌠dancing on top of the table type of wasted and we canât convince him to leave with us. But maybe you could? You know how every time he sees you he goes âIs this famous actress Y/N L/N?â and follows you around like a puppy?â
You snorted. âLet me get my keys and Iâll pick you guys up.â
âOh, no, I was thinking you could just talk to him on the phone. I know youâre having roomie time with Jisung tonightâŚâÂ
âNO! I mean⌠itâs totally fine, really. Iâll pick you up!â you insisted, and then turned to Jisung. âJ-jisungie, I have to go out for a bit. You donât need to wait up for me, okay?â you told him, using your acting skills to mask your awkwardness.Â
âUh⌠okayâŚ?â he replied, like he was just waking up from a dream.
You did not convince Hoshi to go home. You didnât even try. Instead, you joined the party, much to Seungkwanâs frustration, and you tried to make it last as long as you could so that you didnât have to face Jisung.
You felt guilty when you entered your room at 5 A. M. and saw him hugging your pillow.
âMasterâŚ?â He mumbled sleepily when he noticed you, his arms reaching out for you. âYouâre back. Did you have fun?â
âMhm,â you nodded nervously and let him cuddle you, hoping he couldnât hear your heartbeat.
âMissed you,â he whispered.
âMe tooâŚâ You admitted.Â
Thatâs what you said, but then why did you start acting so distant after that? Jisung couldnât understand: you had kissed his cheek, held his hand, cuddled and even let him hump you, but now you had started spending more time outside, coming home late (and sometimes not coming home at all), and sitting as far away from him as possible when you watched your weekly movie.
âŚOh godâŚ
Had he crossed the line that night??
You said it was okay.
You gave him permission.
You moaned.
What did he do wrong?
Was it because you didnât cum or because he didnât clean you up after he finished?
He was planning on taking care of those things, but you had left so fastâ
âJisungie?â your sweet voice made him jump.
âY-yeah?â
âI was asking you what you wanted to eat this weekend. The chef is asking so they can prepare the ingredients in advance.â
âWe⌠have a chef now?â he asked, confused. You had the money for a chef, but you preferred to cook your own food, so this was new.
âUh⌠just for the weekend. Iâm going on a trip, remember? I donât want you eating more frozen foodâŚâ
âAh⌠your tripâŚâ he murmured, looking down at his now cold plate of pasta. âTell them that anything is fine.â
âAre you sure?â you insisted. âYou havenât been eating much latelyâŚâ
Your worried tone made him cringe. You sounded like a pet owner again. Like when you first met and you werenât close. It was almost condescending.
âIâm sure. Have fun,â he said curtly.
It stung. You knew he noticed your absence recently, and it broke your heart to pull away when he hadnât done anything wrong. You were just awkward and didnât know how to address⌠whatever that had been.
âDo you wanna come with me?â you asked before you could think about it.
âWhat?â he asked, looking up with surprised, wide eyes, but there was a tiny sparkle of hope in them.
âYou could come with me. The hotel is fully booked, but my suite is big enough for both of us.â
For a second, he looked excited, but then his ears flattened. âNo, itâs ok. I donât want to bother you.â
No, no, no. You hated this. He was acting like when you first adopted him: nervous and distant.
âWhat, you wanna bring your girlfriends home while Iâm not here? â
His eyes widened. âNO! I donât haveââ he stopped when he saw you smirking.
âItâs fine,â you faked a sigh. âI guess you donât wanna be seen with a smoking hot actress.â
He laughed. He finally laughed.
âI donât know,â he joked, too, catching on. âWhat would my fans think?â
âIâll help you prepare your statement for the press,â you shrugged. âIâve been in all types of scandals.â
He pretended to mull it over. âIs there gonna be a jacuzzi?â
You nodded. âAnd an open bar.â
âThen I'd better start packing.â
Things were starting to go back to normal. You laughed and held hands during the flight, the awkwardness between you long forgotten. He wasnât joking about wanting to use a jacuzzi; jumping in it was the first thing he did when you entered the suite, and, after some convincing (him giving you puppy eyes), you joined him.
There was no denying the closeness (and nakedness) brought your nerves back. You had chosen a one-piece swimsuit that didnât cover as much as you had hoped, and Jisung was staring. You knew because your eyes kept meeting whenever you checked him out too, which was unavoidable when he was shirtless and wet and sitting so close to you. He looked like he belonged to this world, holding a glass of champagne and occasionally munching on some grapes that were on a tray next to the tub.
âSoâŚâ you joked, trying to break the ice. âHow do you like traveling like the rich do?â
He smirked. âItâs alright. This room is decent. And the company is not too bad.â
âNot too bad?â you scoffed. âShould I be feeding you those grapes myself to be a worthy companion?â
He shrugged. âI wouldnât say no to that.â
You laughed. âOkay then,â you said, sitting closer and reaching for a grape. âHere, eat this.â
âAsk nicely,â he said, with a fake arrogant tone.
You let out a gasp, playing along. âJisung!â
He laughed, but the sound got stuck in his throat when you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look your way. You were hovering, almost sitting on his lap, looking into his eyes and pressing a single grape on his lips.
âOpen your mouth,â you commanded.
He parted his lips slowly, allowing the fruit to slip into his mouth. He savored it and licked his lips, looking at you with dilated pupils.
âWant another one, your majesty?â you asked sarcastically, relaxing the hand on his jaw to then brush the wet hair out of his face.
He nodded.
âUse your words.â
âYes, master,â he whispered.
You fed him another one, and he sighed in delight.
âI spoil you too much, Jisungie,â you said, still caressing his hair.
âLove it when you spoil me,â he confessed.
âDo you?â you asked, reaching for another grape.
âHmm⌠yesâŚâ he moaned when you scratched his ear.
âThen why are you being such a brat?â
He shook his head. âNever! Iâm goodâhmph!â he managed to say before another grape was shoved past his lips.
âIs that so? Are you my good boy?â
His eyes almost rolled back at the nickname. âY-yesâŚâ he said after he swallowed.
You chuckled, reaching for another grape, but he stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.
He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his quick pulse where your hand was pressed on his chest.Â
âW-what is it, Jisungie?â you asked, noticing your own pulse had accelerated too.Â
He just gulped and stared at your lips hungrily.
And then you were kissing him. It started with a soft peck, and then you pulled back expectantly to see his reaction. His mouth chased yours unconsciously, and he gave you an equally sweet peck. Then your lips fit together for a kiss that became desperate, between moans and teeth clashing. You caressed his chest, and he whined, hugging your waist to force you onto his lap. He gasps at the weight of your barely covered body on his crotch, and he has to rest his head on the edge of the bathtub because the pleasure mixed with the hot temperature of the water was making him dizzy.
âYou okay, baby?â you asked, kissing his jaw.
âBaby,â he thought to himself, trying to regain some strength.âThatâs me. Sheâs kissing meâ.Â
âHaa⌠f-fuckâŚâ he panted. âIâm⌠okayâŚâÂ
You hesitated. He looked like he was about to pass out. âAre you sureâ?â
Knock knock!
You jumped at the unexpected sound, but Jisung was too preoccupied mouthing your neck between gasps.
âYes?â you yell towards the door.Â
âY/N? Are you guys ready? We were supposed to meet at the lobby 20 minutes ago!â Seungkwan yelled back.
âFuck,â you murmured. âWaitâhmph!âÂ
Jisungâs lips were on yours again, and when you tried to push him away, he bit your lower lip with a groan.
âNo,â he breathed out. âLetâs⌠stay⌠haa⌠hereâŚâ he said.
⌠And then his body went lax.
âJi?â you called. âJisung?â you insisted, slapping his cheek gently. âShit⌠SEUNGKWAN!â you shrieked, stepping out of the jacuzzi clumsily.Â
âWhat?!â he asked from the other side of the door, panic evident in his voice.
You tried to pull Jisung out of the tub, but he was heavy, and he seemed too dazed to cooperate. So you ran to the door and opened it quickly.
âSEUNGKWAN!â
âWHAT. WHATâS WRONG?â he screamed, holding your arms as soon as he could see you, checking your body for any injury.
âJISUNG!â was all you could say, leading your friend to the jacuzzi. âHelp me!!â
You got to the tub right in time to see him sinking in the water. With a shriek, Seungkwan grabbed onto him and, together, you managed to drag him out.
âOh, my god. Jisungie? Iâm here, Jisungie,â you said, holding his hand.
â...Kiss meâŚmore?â he managed to say, with a weak smile.
You blushed and slowly looked up to see your unimpressed friend glaring at you.
âYou know what? I donât wanna know. You have 10 minutes to get ready or Iâm going for dinner without you,â he said with a huff before he stood up and left the room.Â
Jisung was too weak to go out, so you ended up leaving him in bed, with some water and a sports drink. He pouted, but you promised him you wouldnât be back too late.
âFinally!â Vernon said when you showed up at the lobby. âIâm starving!â
âSorry! I had to take care of somethingââ
âSure you did,â Seungkwan murmured.
âIâm starving too!â you exclaimed with fake excitement. âWhat should we eat?â
âThought you ate already,â Seungkwan said sassily.Â
You sighed. It was going to be an awkward dinner.Â
âSo, you and Jisung are official?â Vernon asked while munching on his food after Seungkwan told him everything despite your pleas.
âMaybeâŚ? I donât know⌠We just kissed a little,â you said.
âYou got him so worked up he fainted,â Seungkwan said.
âIt was his first time in a jacuzzi,â you mumbled.
Vernon snorted. âSorry, your boyâs cute, but lowkey a loser.â
You and Seungkwan couldnât help but laugh too.
âHeâs adorable,â Seungkwan admitted with a sigh. âHe was so sweet, asking her for a kiss when he could barely move. I need to get myself a man like that.â
âIâm literally here?â Vernon ( his manager and boyfriend) countered.
âSo youâre not mad at me anymore?â you asked Seungkwan.
âI wasnât mad at you⌠you scared the shit out of me, thatâs allâŚâ Seungkwan took a sip of his margarita and then he added: âAnd, well⌠to be honest, I was afraid you were taking advantage of himâŚâ
The color drained from your face â...What?â you croaked.
âBroâŚâ Vernon stopped eating and glared at his boyfriend, apprehensively. âWhat are you even saying?â
âI know! I know she wouldnât⌠But you know how things are with hybrids in most cases. Too many of our actor coworkers have adopted hybrids to get them high and use them as fuck toys. I overheard this bitch saying she had given a heat-inducing drug to her cat hybrid to get him to fuck her. The hybrid refused to touch her, so she beat him up and sent him back to the shelter.â
You remained silent and Seungkwan quickly tried to fix it.
âI trust you! We know Jisung too, so we know heâs been crazy about you for a while now. Itâs obvious that you both like each other and that your relationship has developed healthilyâ I just⌠got startled when I saw him so lost and weak⌠Iâve seen hybrids looking like that before and itâs always for terrible reasons⌠How was I supposed to know he got overwhelmed by a kiss and being in a jacuzzi?! What I mean is⌠Sorry for doubting you, Y/N.âÂ
You nodded slowly. âI get it. I know bad things happen to hybrids adopted by celebrities all the timeâŚâ
âHey, Y/N,â Vernon said, reaching for your hand. âYou are not like those people. Jisung is very happy with you, okay?â
Seungkwan nodded.
You smiled timidly. You knew what Jisung and you had was consensual. He was happy and he made you happy, so everything was okay.
âWeird question, does Jisung have heats?â Vernon asked casually.
You choked on your drink. âI donât⌠know? I donât think soâŚâ
âOk, cool. Just curious,â he shrugged, calling the waiter to order another round.
You got back to the hotel a little later than expected and Jisung was sleeping comfortably on the bed. You climbed on it quietly, not wanting to wake him up, but as soon as you lay down with your back towards him, he hugged your waist gently.
âMissed you,â he whispered, like he did every time you came back to him too late at night.
âMissed you too,â you replied. â...Hey, Ji⌠Can I ask you something?â
He hummed.
âDo you ever⌠go into heat?â
He tensed behind you.Â
âN-no⌠female hamsters do, though. Us males are sensitive to the femalesâ heatâŚâ
âOhâŚâ you replied. Well, you werenât a female hamster, so you probably had no effectâ
âIn your caseâŚâ he continued, folding under zero pressure. âI g-guess Iâm a little sensitive to your uhâŚovulation?â
âOh,â you repeated dumbly. â...Iâm ovulating nowâŚâ
â...I knowâŚâÂ
âHow does it affect you?â you asked hoarsely.
â...Makes me wanna⌠do thingsâŚâ he murmured.
âW-what things?â
For a few seconds he didnât reply. Just when you were about to tell him to forget you asked and go to sleep, he pulled you closer.
âIf I tell you⌠will you let me do those things?â
â...YeahâŚâ
He gulped before he stuttered. âW-wanna do that thing we didâŚâ
âKissing?â
You felt him shake his head. â That too, but I meanâThe thing we did⌠when we watched your movieâŚâ
âOh⌠Dry humping?â you asked, grazing his crotch with your ass. âLike this?â
âHmm⌠y-yes,â he nodded. âB-but⌠can you turn around?â he asked nervously.
You swallowed a mortified groan. Yes, you were kissing with little clothes in the jacuzzi earlier, but that had been spontaneous. This was slower, which gave you more time to overthink what was happening.
âNo?â he asked softly. âYou donât want toâŚ?â
âI do!â you said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. âIâll⌠Iâll turn aroundâŚâ you mumbled, clumsily turning to face his expectant pretty face. You looked into each otherâs eyes as he carefully placed his palm on the small of your back, moving his hips to meet yours. You gasped when his clothed member grazed your clit.
âLike this it feels good for you too, right?â He asked hopefully.
You nodded, moving your body experimentally to match his movements and he let out the tiniest moan.
âCan I kiss you?â he panted, dangerously close to your mouth, his question a mere fromallity. âYou said⌠haa⌠I c-canâŚâ
You couldnât bring yourself to form a coherent answer so you fulfilled his wish and kissed him. He sighed shakily and kissed you back, snapping his hips against your crotch. Though the stimulation was more than gratifying, the position was a little awkward. At least thatâs what you assumed went through Jisungâs mind when he grabbed your leg and pulled it over his waist, allowing for a better angle.
You let out a surprised moan and he halted his thrusts and kisses.
âS-sorry, I should have askedâŚâ he swallowed and spoke with difficulty. âCan IâŚuh⌠touch your leg?â he asked, but is fingertinps were digging into your thigh, unconsciously refusing to let go. âI uh⌠understand if you wanna stop⌠though I really hope you donât because I really like doing these things with youââ his incoherent explanation was cut short by his shocked gasp when you flipped both of you so he was on his back with you on top.Â
He looked like the perfect pray like that. His glossy eyes widened, his mouth slightly ajar letting out aroused little sounds, disheveled hair and ears perked up expectantly. His hands rested on each side of his head obediently, not daring to touch anything until you explicitly allowed it.
âShh, JiâŚâ you breathed out, trying to regain some composure. âThereâs nothing to be anxious about. Have I ever been mad at you?âÂ
He shook his head quickly.
âGood boy,â you praised sweetly, feeling his clothed cock twitch under you. âJust enjoy this, okay?â you instructed.
He tried to nod, but as soon as you started gyrating your hips slowly he became a babbling mess again. âM-master⌠yes, masterâŚâ
You chuckled. âYou keep calling me that, even in this situation?âÂ
âHuh?â he asked dumbly.
âWhen are you gonna call me by my name?â
The red in his face became darker and he shook his head energetically. âI c-could never⌠disrespect youâ ah! LikeâŚthat⌠haaâŚâ
âUsing me for pleasure is not disrespectful?â you teased.
He gasped, trying to sit up, but you pushed him back, placing your hands on his chest and rutting faster.
âAH! M-mastâ so sorry⌠not usingâŚhaa.. Iâm n-not using y- Oh!â
âArenât you?â
âNo! Haa⌠haa⌠p-please, Iâ I respect you, IâHmm⌠I love you so muâAaah!â
You almost lost your balance at the last sentence. You stopped moving and he whimpered.
âMasterâŚâ he sobbed, having his orgasm stolen from him. âIâll b-be good, please donât stop⌠donâtâŚâ
You could think about his spontaneous confession later. First you really needed to see your beautiful hybrid cum. So you started moving again, this time grinding hard.
He arched his back. âHaa! Haa⌠Thank you⌠Master, thank yâAah! Ah⌠haa⌠ahâŚâÂ
The view was beautiful: His veiny hands held onto the wrinkled sheets, and tears threatened to escape his eyes as he trashed under you, overwhelmed by pleasure. Something seemed to switch in his brain in these circumstances, because the usually timid hybrid, couldnât stop running his mouth.
âS-so good⌠masterâs warmth feels⌠ooh⌠amazingâŚâ he mumbled as he tried to focus his dazed eyes on where your crotches made contact. âOoh⌠yes, yes⌠h-harderâŚâ
âA-are you trying to tell me what to do?â you asked, making a poor atempt of a dominant tone.
âNo! Sorry, sorryâŚâ he yelped, panicking. âI d-didnât mean too⌠Iâm just⌠so closeâŚâ
âYeah?â you gulped, ignoring the constant pulsing feeling on your clit. âWanna cum?â
He nodded. âPlease?â
You kissed him lovingly so he wouldnât see you smiling like an simp, and then you bounced on him harder, like he wanted.
âAh! Ah! Oh⌠Oooh youâre so good to me, m-aah⌠master⌠haaâŚ.â he managed to say in between fervent kisses. âGonna cum⌠f-fuck⌠master, Iâm gonna cumâŚâ
You gasped when at the new wetness in your pajama pants as he came with a silent moan, his cock and whole body spasming with pleasure. You slowed down, riding him slowly to help him come down from his high, caressing his face and kissing the tears away.
âHow are you feeling?â you asked when he calmed down a little.
âDid⌠did you cum?â he croaked, instead of answering your question.
You chuckled. âDonât worry about it, Jisungie,â you said getting up.
âWait!â he said, fighting the dizziness to sit up. âLetâs keep going.â
You looked at his trembling figure and couldnât help but laugh a little. âJisung⌠You canât keep going. Youâre still too weak from what happened in the jacuzzi.âÂ
He whined. âPlease, come back here.â
You ignored his request to go get him a wet towel and change of clothes. When you came back, he kissed your neck to get you in the mood again, but you pushed him away gently. âJi.â
âI just wanna make you cum,â he pouted. âI can use my fingers. You like my fingers, right? You always stare at my hands.âÂ
You cleared your throat. âYou have nice hands,â you conceded. âBut they are shaking. Itâs not that I donât want you Jisung, but you need to rest. We can try another time.â
âTomorrow,â he suggested quickly.
âI have a busy day tomorrow,â you reminded him.
âThen when?â
âI⌠I donât know. Next time.â
His pouty face was adorable, so you giggled and kissed his cheek. âLetâs get you cleaned up, ok?â
âI can do it myself,â he mumbled, grabbing the towel. âYouâve already done way more than I deserve tonight.â
âDonât be dramatic, Ji,â you laughed, walking to the restroom to shower. âIf it makes you feel better, I was really close.â you said before getting in and closing the door.
Jisung stared at the restroom door blankly and then he groaned. That actually had made him feel worse. So that night he went to bed with a plan: giving you the most mindblowing orgasm as soon as you woke up. Exept that next morning you woke up before he did, leaving him alone with a note and a tray with breakfast on the nightstand.
Immediately he reached for his phone and called you.
âMorning, Ji!â you answered cheerfully.
âM-morning. Where are you?âÂ
âI had to meet with the director this morning.â you explained. âNow Iâm having brunch with Vernon, waiting for Seungkwan to finish with his hair appointment.â
âCan I join?â he asked, starting to get out of bed.
âOh, Jisungie⌠We have more meetings scheduled today. You know my new movie is coming up.â
âOh⌠Yeah, I get it,â he murmured. âThen when can I see you?âÂ
âIâll drop by before the the event at night to change clothes! Iâm so sorry I didnât take you anywhere funâŚâ
âNo,â he said quickly. âItâs ok. Youâre here for work. Iâm grateful enough you brought me along⌠and I got to try a jacuzzi, though it didnât go as planned,â he joked. âIâll see you later, then,â he added before he hung up.
He munched on his breakfast unenthusiastically as he came to terms with the fact that he wouldnât get to spend time with you on this trip. He didnât lie when he said he was grateful, but in the back of his brain there was a distant voice saying that maybe being a hybrid sucked. He huffed, pushing that thought away. He had no excuse to be bitter: last night you had literally made him cum so hard his fingertips kept tingling in the morning. So he would take what he could, and if that meant he had to stay in the room and watch a boring TV show while you were at some fancy event with handsome actors, then so be it.
But much to his surprise, there was a change of plans.
âGet up! You need to get ready,â you said energetically as soon as you walked in that evening.
âHuh? Ready for what?â he asked, turning the TV off.
âYouâre coming to the event with me!â you exclaimed, showing him an expensive looking black suit.
He just looked at the suit, speechless.
âYou donât like it? I bought the black one because I wasnât sure you would feel comfortable with other colorsâŚâ
âN-no! I mean, yes, itâs niceâŚâ he said.
âBut?â you asked apprehensively.
âIs it really okay for me to go? I thought it was only for actorsâŚâ
âWellâŚyes, but I asked the host and they said you could come⌠But if you feel uncomfortable, you donât have to come. I just felt bad I didnât get to spend much time with you, and weâre leaving tomorrowâŚâ
âIt doesnât make me uncomfortable!â he assured you, though his voice cracked. The idea of attending such an event made him a little anxious, but that meant he would be with you. âI want to go with you.â
âYaay!â you jumped a little and kissed his cheek, giving him his new clothes and rushing him into the restroom. âIâll change clothes too. We need ot be ready by 8, okay?â
âOkay!â he yelled back from the restroom, trying to match your cheerful tone, but god was he getting nervous, but god was he getting nervous at the thought of spending the night surrounded by rich and successful men who could steal you away. Actually, now that he thought about it, that was a good reason to go with you: to ensure your safety and that no other man than him (and Seungkwan and Vernon, because he knew them. And maybe that Hoshi guy, because he saw the video of him drunk and he seemed like a decent guy) would approach you. That would be his missionâŚ
Which he forgot all about when he stepped out to see you wearing a a long backless dress.
âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ he blurted out.
âJi⌠Wow⌠You⌠Do you know how hot you look right now?â you replied.
âI⌠look hot?!â he asked, astonished. You had called him cute a thousand times, but never hot. Holy shit.
âYeah⌠I donât think I want other actresses to see you now,â you teased.
âThen we could stay here,â he suggested.
âNice try,â you laughed. âLetâs go. The guys are waiting.â
âYou brought Jisung?!â Seungkwan hissed when he saw you two at the lobby. âAre you insane?!â
âIt was my idea,â Vernon said.
Seungkwan couldnât believe his ears. âAnd you thought this idea of yours was⌠good?â
Jisungâs ears flattened. âSorry, I can go back to my roomâŚâ
âNo!â Seungkwan said quickly. âNothing against you, Jisung. You look fantastic by the way. I just worry about your safety.â
âMy safety?â
âHeâll be fine,â Vernon said, rolling his eyes. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
âBaby,â in spite of the nickname, there was no sweetness in Seungkwanâs voice. âThis is like introducing a girl to a forum of incel gamers, or a child TO THE VATICAN CHURCH!â
âIâll keep him safe!â you said quickly, hushing your friend. âAnd weâll stay for an hour at most.â
Jisung liked that plan. He could do an hour at a boring event. If he was lucky, you wouldnât be too sleepy and you two could continue what you had started the night before. But one hour felt like an eternity when everybody was looking at him. Jisung kind of understood⌠he was after all the only one with fluffy ears. It hadnât crossed his mind that he would be the only hybrid, and even if it had, he wouldnât have thought it was an issue, because you had never treated him differently for it. Everything was so natural with you, he forgot that not everyone saw him⌠as a person.
âJisung?â you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
âHm?â
âI asked if you would be okay if I left you alone for a minute. The director wants to introduce me to someone.â
âOh, yeah. Sure. Iâm fine,â he said, fighting the need to cling onto your arm and beg you not to leave him alone. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden while you were working.
You squeezed his hand and bit your lip. You knew him well enough to know he was not okay. âWait here. Iâll go get one of the guys to stay with you, okay? Donât move,â you instructed, walking away quickly to find your friends.
Jisung nodded and mentally thanked you. At least he would be with someone he knew. All he had to do was avoid strangers for 1 minuteâ
âWhat a cute little thing,âa sultry voice said behind him.
He jumped and turned around nervously. âPardon me?â
âYour ears are adorable,â a woman in a red dress said, smiling at him.
He tensed. He wasnât sure if she was complimenting him or laughing at him. But he had to behave.
âThank you,â he said, hoping the conversation would end there.
âWhat are you?â the woman asked casually, taking a sip of his cocktail.
â...What?â
âWhat type of hybrid are you?â she clarified, scanning him, looking at his behind to look for, what he thought, was the small tail he was hiding under his clothes.
Jisung was sure what she was doing was considered rude. But again, he chose to be civile. âA cricetulus barabensis,â he said. âA hamster,â he paraphrased at the womanâs confused face.
âOh! Delectable!â he exclaimed. âIâve never tried one of those!â
âUhâŚâ Jisung looked around, looking for you or the guys, or anyone that wasnât this lady really.
âAre you here with someone? Or did the host hire you?â she continued.
âHire me?â
âOh, you know,â she laughed. âFor the after party,â she whispered into his ear. She either didnât notice how uncomfortable he was or she didnât care.
âNo one hired me,â he said, taking a step back and trying to keep calm. âIâm here with my master.â
âMaster? Oh, my!â she gasped and placed a hand on her chest. âI never got that bastard to call me that. Youâre very well-behaved.â
Jisung didnât know what to reply to that, so he gave her a short nod.
âIâm sure you keep your owner very satisfied,â she continued.
That got Jisungâs attention. He wasnât loving the conversation, but he still felt bad about not making you cum the night before. âIâŚtry toâŚâ he said.
âOh, sweetheart,â she cooed. âItâs hard to know how to please someone at first, isnât it?â
Jisung wasnât sure they were talking about the same topic. And if they did, then he wasnât sure it was okay to discuss it in public so casually. Still, he nodded.
âIf they return you, you could always come home with me,â she offered.
âReturn meâŚ?â he asked, barely above a whisper.
âDonât feel too bad about it, sweetheart,â she said, grazing over his arm. âSome hybrids are not compatible with their owners. We acquire you because you have needs, and if those needs arenât satisfied, then itâs for the best to end the agreement,â she explained.
Needs. Satisfied.
You had given Jisung everything for months, and he hadnât made you cum once. He wanted to throw up.
âOh, dear, you donât look too well. Let me get you a drinkââ
âBack off, Camilla. Heâs taken,â Vernonâs voice said, standing between the two.
She laughed. âYou and Boo got a new toy?â
Instead of engaging, Vernon grabbed Jisung and walked away. âYou okay?â he asked.
Jisung shook his head, so Vernon took him outside to get some air.
âDid she do something to you?â he asked once the hybrids cheek recovered their natural color.
âNoâŚâ
âDid she say something, then?â
Jisung shook his head. âShe was justâŚweird, I guessâŚâ
âSheâs batshit crazy, that one,â Vernon agreed. âShe returned her last hybrid.â
Jisung gulped. Returned.
âGuys!â you called. Jisungâs ears perked up immediately and he almost smiled, but then he saw you accompanied by a muscular guy who was too close to his liking. The annoying voice in Jisungâs head told him that such a man could surely satisfy you and wouldnât be returned⌠because humans donât get returned. The man told you something and hugged you before going back inside, and you made your way to your friend and your hybrid.
âJisungie, are you okay? Vernon texted meââ
âI wanna leave,â Jisung said curtly. âPlease,â he added, because he didnât mean to snap at you.
You stared at him in shock, and then looked at Vernon, who gave you a sympathetic smile.
âIâll call us a taxi,â you said, dialing on your phone.
âThank you,â Jisung said in spite of the rage he was feeling. Because he was your good hybrid. He was well-behaved.
The ride to the hotel was uncomfortably quiet. You could tell Jisung wansnât ready to talk about it yet, so you didnât ask him anything, giving him space to cool down. You sighed, relieved when he grabbed your hand once you got off the vehicle, but his touch wasnât the usual gentle one. He was holding your hand firmly, almost posessively, as he dragged you to the suite.
What was even more out of character was that once you both were in the suite he was all over you, not in a sweet cuddly way, but in a feral way. He had you pinned on the door, kissing you, devouring you like he owned you.
âJiâŚhaa⌠w-whatâŚ?â you stuttered, bewildered at the sudden change.
âGonna make you cum,â he declared, nibbling on your neck.
âHold onâŚâ you hesitated. Where was this coming from?
âShhâŚâ
âJ-jisung⌠Are you drunk?â you whisper-shouted, trying to put some distance between you.
He scoffed. âI wish. If I was drunk I wouldnât be so pissed.â
âWhy are you angry with me?â you asked, nervously.
He took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding himself that you hadnât done anything wrong. âIâm not angry with you. Okay?â he waited until you nodded to continue caressing your body, sucking on your collarbones like he was starving. But right when he slid his hand under your dress, you stopped him.
âW-wait. Let me take care of you,â you offered. You had good intentions. Something was clearly bothering him, so you thought he needed some relief. Naturally, you would be happy to help him get that relief, but you didnât get the reaction you were expecting.
The hybrid who would normally fold and beg for your touch looked furious. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand, while the other continued its way into your panties, immediately getting his fingers soaked.
âJisung!â you moaned.
âFeels good?â he asked, collecting your wetness to rub on your clit.
Your legs shook and you bit your lip.
âTell me, master. I need to know how to please you,â he commanded.
You nodded urgently.
âUse your words,â he spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly inserting his middle finger inside, while still caressing your clit with his thumb.
âF-fuhâŚfuck!â you sobbed. âFeels goodâŚahâŚJisungieâŚâ
âSee? You could have been using me all this time.â
âWhaâ AH!â You screamed when he slid two fingers inside of you.
âTurns out everyoneâs been banging their hybrids like blow-up dolls except you, huh?â he muttered more to himself than to you, fingering you at a pace that was bringing you close to your climax embarrassingly fast. âFirst you let me cum on your back and then you treat me like a baby. What the fuck are we even doing?â
âI wanted⌠oh⌠wanted t-to take care of y-youâŚâ
âCanât I take care of you too?â he asked, rhetorically. More like a challenge. Not like you could reply when you could taste your orgasm.
âJisungieâŚâ you breathed out.
âShit, thatâs it⌠gonna cum?â
You moaned the most erotic âyeahâ he had ever heard, so he had to remind himself that he was trying to make you cum so that he wouldnât release a load in his new pants.
âLet go,â he commanded, though he sounded out of breath. âCum nice and hard on my fingers, yeah?âÂ
You did. You even hit the back of your head with the door when you threw your head back because of the intensity of your orgasm. You kicked your legs and moaned pathetically as Jisung kept playing with your clit. He was dazzled feeling you squeeze his fingers like you couldnât get enough. You really came while he was fingering you. He made you cum.
He let out a long, relieved breath, took his hand out of your panties carefully and let go of your wrists so he could hug you delicately.
â...Are you okay?â he asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
âIâm⌠okayâŚâ you breathed out, hugging him back. âAre you okay?â
He shrugged. âSorry I was meanâŚâ
âYou werenât mean,â you assured him. âJust⌠different. But I need to know what happened.â
He didnât want to talk about it, but he knew you deserved to know why he had gone full beast mode on you. âHeard someone saying hybrids got adopted forâŚsex⌠got a little nervous that I wansât being really useful⌠and you would send me backâŚ.â
âWHAT?â you shrieked, pushing his shoulders just enough to see his face. âI did not adopt you to be my fuck toy.â
âI know,â he said simply. âI just needed some reassurance.â
âOh, Ji,â you cooed, kissing him with utter devotion. âI would never send you back.â
âPromise me.â
âI promise,â you said, bringing him close again for a hug. After a minute of silence and you scratching his nape, he spoke again:
âDid you actually cum?â
You bursted out laughing. âYes. I did. Thank you for that.â
He raised his head and looked at you with a barely contained smile.
âCan I see?â he asked.
â...See what?â
âWhat I did,â he replied naturally, letting his hands find the hem of your dress to lift it again.
âNO!â you yelled as a reflex.
He halted, looking at you in surprise. â...No?â
âI meanâŚâ you laughed nervously. âJisungie⌠Why do you wanna see that?â
He tilted his head. âCanât I?â
âItâs just embarrassingâŚâ
âWhy? Didnât I do that?â
âWellâŚyes, butââ
âDid you lie?â he asked. âYou didnât cum?â
âIâve never lied to you, Ji. But even if you looked, you wouldnât know if I came or not,â you pointed out, laughing at his ridiculous request. But he wasnât laughing.
âSo⌠no?â he asked, barely above a whisper.Â
Great, now you made him sad. He was happy just a second ago and you took that away because of your shyness.
âFine,â you said. âJust a quick look, and donât say anything embarrassing.â
He nodded and quickly dropped to his knees.
âHold this, please,â he said, handing you the wrinkled fabric of your dress. You wanted to hide under a rock, but he looked so excited you obeyed.
âDonât push them together, master,â he whined, pushing your thighs open. âHow am I going to see?â
âJust hurry up,â you urged him.
âWowâŚâ he breathed out, tracing your panties with his fingertip. âThese are ruinedâŚâ
âWhat did I say about saying embarrassing stuffâ AH!âÂ
Your legs almost gave out when he licked you over the thin wet fabric with a soft âMmmâ.
âJ-jisungie⌠haaâŚâ he seemed to be ignoring you, because he suddenly sucked on your clit through your panties. âJISUNG!â you shrieked, letting go of the dress to pull his hair and get him off you.
He looked at you innocently. âWhat?â
âYou said you would only look,â you reminded him.
âSo I canât taste you?â
âIâm not saying you canât⌠Iâm saying now is not the timeââ
âI told you I loved you last night,â he said out of the blue.
Your jaw dropped open. âUhâŚthatâŚâ so he meant it? He wasnât just pussy drunk?
âYou didnât say it back,â he added.
âI⌠I do love you, Jisung. I just didnât find the right moment to say it.â
âYouâre just saying that because you donât want to hurt my feelings.
âNo, of course not! I love you, Ji,â you insisted.
âOkayâŚâ he murmured, though he didnât sound convinced. âSo⌠you wonât let me taste you?â he asked dejectedly.
It always broke you when he gave you those eyes. Hesitantly, you let go of his hair, and pulled your dress up again. âJust a little, okay?â
âOkay,â he said more enthusiastically, but when he was grazing your crotch he chuckled. Then he looked up at you with a smile. It was his usual sweet smile, but there was something else there. His eyes had a tiny spark ofâŚmischief? âYouâre right, master,â he said. âYou spoil me too much,â he said before pulling your panties to the side and attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping greedily.
âFUCK! Ji⌠aaah!â you gasp. He chuckled, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Did he just⌠manipulate you?? He had never done that beâ Oh⌠or had he? Come to think of it, the interaction seemed familiar. Whenever you were about to deny him something, he looked incredibly hurt and worded your denial in a way that made you sound like a monster. He started with small, insignificant things, and made use of your promise to give him anything he wanted, until he had you like this. Not that you didnât want him like this, but⌠fuck, you really had turned him into a spoiled brat.
âWait, Jisungieâ Ngh! Iâm still sensiâŚhaa⌠sensitive⌠it hurts⌠gently, b-baby, please.â
He listened, licking around your clit instead of on it to give you the chance to catch your breath.
âOh! Thatâs it, baby. Thatâs a good boy.â
He hummed and nodded, accidentally stimulating you too much again. You hissed.
âGently,â you reminded him with a gasp and he whined, but obeyed, once again circling your clit slowly. And then he had an idea: he opened his mouth wide and his tongue lolled out lazily, then he grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed you forward, bumping your clit on his hot tongue.
âJisungie,â you moan and he looks into your eyes, mouth still hanging open. He gave your thighs another push, giving you another wave of pleasure.
âDo you want me to move, Ji?â you asked breathlessly.Â
He nodded, tongue lolled out like a thirsty puppy, waiting patiently for you to fuck yourself on his mouth.
You moved carefully, and god did it feel good. You could apply the right amount of pressure to make it pleasurable and not painful. You sighed, moving your hips slowly and enjoying his soft tongue caressing your bundle of nerves.
âFuck⌠aâ ah!â
You felt it again. A new orgasm was approaching. Jisung must have known it too, because he grabbed onto your ass cheeks and pressed you firmly against his face, groaning and sucking, forgetting all previous instructions.Â
âJiâ Oh! AH! Slowâ slowly, g-gently haa.. Haaa. JISUNG!â you tried to reason, ultimately letting go of the ruined dress to grab onto his hair.
That only spurred him on more, making him moan and move his head up and down. Eventually, you switched from hair pulling, to pushing his head closer, renouncing to all dignity as you humped his face desperately.
Your legs trembled and your body almost folded over him when you reached your climax. He moaned like he had been the one cumming, drinking up your release desperately until you had to gently push him away, sliding down the door and landing on the floor in front of him.
He looked absolutely sinful, with his face covered with your cum as he giggled. You slapped his arm weakly.
âWhat the fuck was that?â you croaked.
âYou didnât like it?â he asked, giving you his best puppy eyes. But it was hard to unsee what he was doing once you discovered the trick.
âYouâre a menace,â you simply replied.
âBut you love me,â he smiled, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself. âAnd my fingers,â he added between pecks. âAnd especially my tongue.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âCanât wait to try your dick.â
âOn it,â he said, standing up and helping you stand up too, too then picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. It was crazy how strong hybrids were. They could take over the world if they wanted⌠No, letâs not imagine revolutionary apocalyptic scenarios right now⌠More importantly:
âI was joking!â you yelped when you landed on the mattress. âI didnât mean now!â
He climbed on top of you. âSo⌠No?â
âStop that!â you slapped his arm again. âYou know I canât say no to you!â
He laughed, undoing his belt. âYou can,â he said, pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal a long, veiny, beautiful cock. âBut you donât want to.â
âAnd youâve been using that to your advantage,â you teased.
âYeah,â he smiles shamelessly. âI guess I haveâNgh!â
He tensed when your hand grabbed his cock.
âMy pretty boy,â you cooed, giving him a few strokes. âCan I lick it?â
âS-shit, wait, masterâ No!â he exclaimed, quickly pushing your hand away.
You blinked.Â
âHa! So now you are saying no to me?â you laughed.Â
âIâm sorry, master,â he whined. âIâm too close alreadyâŚâÂ
âI donât mindâŚâ you said, trying to touch him again, but he gently grabbed your hand again and intertwined your fingers.
âI do,â he murmured. âI was kinda thinking⌠I could uh⌠be inside youâŚâ
You clenched around nothing. Just thinking about it was enough to have you ready to go again.
âW-would that be okay?â he asked, mistaking your silence for hesitation.
âI would love that, Jisungie,â you smiled at him, pecking his lips gently. âLie down and let me take care of you, yeah?â
â...No.â
You scoffed.
âJisung, howâ?â
âI wanna be on top,â he said. It was supposed to sound assertive, but his voice trembled.
âOhâŚâ you gulped. âAre you sure?â
He nodded.
âOkay,â you breathed out, caressing his arms reassuringly. âBut if you get tiredâŚâ
âI wonât,â he whined like a kid being embarrassed in front of his friends. âI can do this.â
You chuckled. âOkay then,â you said, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. âWhenever youâre ready.â
âIâm ready,â he said, holding his cock and placing it on your entrance.Â
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself, but it never went in.
âJi?â you asked after what could have been an entire minute.
âY-yeah?â
âAre you gonna put it in orâŚ?â
âI⌠donât think it will⌠fitâŚâ he trailed off.
You burst out laughing, and he looked at you offendedly.
âOk, you are big,â you admitted. âBut youâre not that big.â
âBut you look⌠small down thereâŚâ he said.
âIt stretches,â you deadpanned.
âI know that!â he defended himself. âBut what if I hurt you?â
âJisung,â you sighed. âIf you donât put it in yourself, Iâll flip us over and fuck myself on it.â
He groaned, squeezing the base of his cock. âThat would be so hot,â he said.
âThen let me do it?!â you suggested, running out of patience.
âNo! I get to be on top!â
âThen fuck meâAh!â you yelped when Jisung pushed in.
He hissed. âM-master⌠you need to relax. It hurtsâŚâÂ
âEasy f-for you to say,â you whined. âNo one shoved a monster inside of youâŚâ
He whined too. âYou said I wasnât that big!â
âNo big deal⌠haaa⌠I c-can take youâŚâ you insisted.Â
â... You sure?â
âY-yeahâŚâ you sighed, almost fully used to the girth.
âCan I push the rest in, then?â he asked with a pained voice.
â... The what?â you asked dumbly.
âThe⌠rest?â
âThe rest of what?â
âOf⌠meâŚ?â
âYouâre kidding,â you half sobbed, half laughed. âThatâs not all of you?â
He gulped. â... NoâŚâ
âHoly shitâŚâ
âIâ Iâll pull out,â he said quickly.
âNo! Donât you dare, Jisung!â you warned him, circling his hips with your legs. âFinish what you started.â
He gasped when the sudden movement accidentally made him shove himself fully inside of you. His forearms landed on each side of your face, caging you under him and he peppered your face with loving pecks as you sobbed.
âS-sorry, master⌠AaahâŚâ he tried his best to apologize, but it was hard to feel truly sorry when your walls squeezed him so deliciously. âFuuuck, youâah⌠You feel so goodâ please⌠haa⌠c-can I move?â
You took a deep breath in and exhaled as you calmed down. Finally, you nodded.
âG-go slowlyâŚâ
You sighed, relieved, and nodded, but contrary to what he had agreed on, he started fucking you at a brutal pace from the start.
A choked moan left your mouth. Your nails scratched his arms and back in an attempt to ground yourself as he fucked your brains out.Â
âJiâ Ah! Haa.. Jisung!â you gasped out when you finally found your voice. âSlowly. B-baby⌠go slowâ Stop!â
He halted, breathless, his arms flexed as he held his weight while hovering over you. His wild eyes seemed to regain some of their original spark. He blinked and stared at you innocently.Â
âO-oh⌠yes, slowâŚâ he nodded. âSorry, I donât know whyââ
âItâs okay,â you said, quickly. âLetâs try again?â
He nodded, leaning in for a tender kiss. You kissed him back with a satisfied sigh, but it turned into a shocked gasp when he once again started to jackrabbit into you like his life depended on it.
âHaah! Ah! Ah! Ooh! Ji! Jisungie, s-stop!â you exclaimed.
He once again obeyed. He sat up and looked into your eyes with the same feral glint he had a moment ago. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion at his own actions.
âI⌠I think I canât?â he breathed out, sounding unsure.
âYou canât what?â you asked, out of breath too.
âGo slow⌠I canât f-fuck you slow, masterâŚâ he said, fighting his hips' urge to snap into you again.
â...What do you mean you canât?â you asked, astonished.
âI think itâsâŚâ he gulped. â... A hybrid thing?â
You tilted your head. âI've never heard of hybrids having that problemâŚâ
âIt may be my breedâŚâ he said, blushing. âActually, I donât know what it is⌠but even though Iâm thinking about doing it slowly⌠my body just⌠doesnât do it?â
âSoâŚâ you said, trying to process this information. âYouâre saying⌠that you can only fuck me like a madman?âÂ
He was as red as a tomato. âIâm sorry,â he whimpered. âYou wonât make me stop, right?â he asked, like the idea was terrifying for him. âMaster, please,â he begged, making you shiver as his hands went up and down your still-dressed torso, landing on your breasts and playing with them obsessively. âDonât make me stop, hmm? Iâll be good,â he promised, toying with your hardening nipples. âYeah? Youâll let me do this?â he asked, thrusting once, twice, and then quickly gaining a harsh pace again. âP-please, mastâaah!â he kept begging like he wasnât already doing whatever he wanted. Like he didnât know he could get away with anything.
âF-fuck, ah! Youâre sâaaah! So spoiled,â you spoke through gritted teeth, biting back the moans he elicited from you.
He nodded with a dumb smile. He took it as a compliment, because he was this way because of you. âMmyeah⌠haaa, ah, ahâŚâ
âF-feels good,â he moans, pushing you into the bed with each thrust. âYou feel s-ooh!! So good, so good, so good,â he repeated like a mantra, welcoming the pleasurable feeling.
âIs t-that haa⌠why youâre using⌠mmm⌠me like a⌠toy?â you teased.
He shook his head with a gasp. âN-nooo,â he sobbed. âNot using youâŚNgh! Wanna make y-you⌠cum too, please masterâŚâ
âWant m-me to cum?â
He nodded, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you in place to take him. âPlease?â
You were so close he didnât have to beg like that. Still, you decided to put on a little show for him, sucking onto two of your fingers to then slowly lower them until you reached your clit, rubbing it slowly under his hungry gaze.
With how good he was pressing all the right spots inside of you, and the added stimulation from your fingers, you came instantly. Your back arched, and you were sure you were crosseyed, but you felt too good to be embarrassed about it.
âYes!â he gasped, crazed by desire. âYes, yes, yes, yes, fuckâAah!â he let out a weak moan. His entire body trembled when his orgasm hit him. All strength left his body, and he lay on top of you, hugging you and kissing your sweaty skin with a sob. âI love you so muchâŚâ
âIâŚhaa⌠love you tooâŚâ you said. Your entire body was still tingling.
âThat felt so goodâŚâ he whispered to himself in awe.
âYeahâŚâ you admitted. âWowâŚâ
â...Can you be on top now?â he suddenly asked.
âNow?!â you shrieked. âYou wanna go again?â
âYou⌠donât want to?â he asked pitifully, looking at you with sad eyes. There it was again. He was going to be the death of you.
âI canât feel my legs, Jisung,â you replied. âNext time.â
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đđă ¤â strictly NO under 18s, smut, virginity loss, plot, fucking the babysitter trope, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms/creampies, cunnilingus, aftercare đŤś, age gap (Gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), solo masturbation, pet names (good girl, slut, etc.), breast play, subtle breeding kink, daddy kink, big d!ck Gojo, he um... fucks a pillow while you give him an innocent massage
"I've always liked older men. Boys my age just don't get me, you know? Neither do they know how to fuck me."
That was one of the first things you said to Gojo Satoru.
And he nearly had a heart attack. Choked on his drink so hard that he had to spit half of it back into the glass.
How could you say something like that with such an angelic voice? It didn't match up, your words were nasty but your face was innocent.
Wiping his mouth, Satoru tried to recompose himself.
"Is that so...?" is all that he could manage to reply with.
He tugged at his baby blue shirt's collar, unbuttoned one button 'cause he couldn't breathe. His blood was pumping. His heart was thumping.
"How old did you say you were again?" you asked softly.
"Thirty-two." he replied. "And way too old for you."
"Perfect." you smiled.
"Huh?"
Mmm... now what did his best friend say about you? "Oh Satoru, I know a babysitter that you and the kids will just adore. She's a real sweetheart."
A sweetheart... uh, yeah, well Suguru didn't warn him about the fact you had a thing for dads. Didn't warn him that you might be crazy. Touch-starved. A way too horny and provocative twenty-something year old virgin.
Maybe Suguru didn't even see this side of you... maybe it was just Satoru that you were throwing yourself at. Surely Suguru would have told him all about a heated affair that he had with a babysitter... right? Or was he the only daddy that you fantasized about fucking your pretty brains out?
Just the thought of that being true made his ego swell and his blood rush down to his heavy cock. He loved thinking about the obvious fact that you laid in bed touching your pussy to the thought of him.
He endured your flirting. Held his hands behind his back. Bit his tongue. Told himself that he can't make out with his hot babysitter on a random Sunday afternoon, as much as he wanted to, because that was diabolical.
You were sitting on the couch alone some nights, ensuring his kids were entertained and fed and happy, while he was at work. You watched their favorite cartoons until they felt drowsy and then you had to tuck 'em into bed and read three separate bed time stories for each of them because Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara all liked different stories.
It was exhausting, but such a joy to babysit such sweethearts.
After they fell asleep, you'd wander a lonely path back downstairs and look at the time â 8:45 PM â then yawn big and snuggle up on the couch and... wait. And wait. Anddd... wait.
Satoru would always come home late from work.
You'd hear the click of the front door and have an almost Pavlovian reaction. Oh, daddy's home.
You'd strain your ears to hear his footsteps as he walked down the hall, hear the satin hiss of his loosening tie, the sound sparking your over-active imagination. And, pushing a stressed-out sigh past his lips, Satoru would walk into the living room to see you looking drowsy and messy after a long day of taking care of his three kids.
And it's that messy sight of you which made something click in Satoru's mind. That's what really sold him on you. Sure, you were a crazy hot mess... but you had this undeniable motherly quality about you that just made him wonder.
What if he gave you his babies?
Shit. Sorry. Random Friday night thoughts. Forgive him. He's been working at a desk all day and now he's feelin' a bit woozy.
He looked at you, mumbled a sweet but gruff "Hey." and then took a seat right next to you on the TV-lit couch. He sat a respectable distance away from you at first... but then, uh, the next second you had already scooched over to his side until you two were almost pressing thigh against thigh.
Exhausted. Apprehensive at how close his flirty babysitter liked to sit next to him, while at the same time getting half-hard at the thought of tearing off your tiny clothes and showing you just how frustrated a tease like you makes him. Satoru sat and endured.
Underneath all that teenage-like sexual tension, he was feeling welcomed home by you. He almost forgot how nice it felt to have someone waiting up for him.
"So, how was work?" you asked.
He grumbled. He sighed. He was half-hard and full-frustrated. No one had asked him that question in a long time in such a caring voice that it actually tugged at his heartstrings a bit. Just a bit.
"It was... um, yeah... like any other day. Long and hard."
"Long and hard..." you nodded, trailing off and letting the innuendo fill the air.
He gave you a look.
"Exactly how long and hard?" you asked.
He couldn't believe that your stupid jokes like that made him chuckle. And what a sight his smile was; his dimples, the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, making the slightest age lines appear on his pale face.
"Ah, finally I got a smile out of you."
"And that's the only one you're getting." he shook his head.
Satoru brought his big hand to massage his shoulder, letting out a tense groan from his thought.
Oh, the pitiful look that you gave him made him wanna crawl onto your lap and weep. He'd worked so hard all week with scarce breaks, and all he wanted was a sweet, soft woman to lay upon, to be loved by, to fuck stupid, to use like a good stress-relieving fleshlight â ya know? Just a nice way to wrap up a hard week.
"You..." you began, pressing one long decorated nail into his firm pecs, "... look like you're in desperate need of a massage."
"Ahah... no, no..."
He stuttered, smiled a big toothy smile that made you wanna bite him. God, he really looked like that old photo of himself right then â that one you stole, remember? His graduation photo. He just looked too hot and you had to have a memento of him for your memory box.
Shit. You were crazy.
Satoru had no fucking idea whether you were making a dirty suggestion or just genuinely offering him a massage.
Either way, the thought of your hands on him got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
Though the rational side of his brain was telling him to refuse your offer, the ghost of the crazed fuckboy that he used to be forced him to accept â like, fuck, what kind of idiot would you be if you refused a pretty girl to work her hands on you, Satoru? Don't put your past self to shame, he thought, you're only gonna get older one day and then that thing ain't even gonna sit up like a good boy without some treats... yeah... that's right... you're gonna be real fucking old one day, Satoru... think about it...
"You know what, actually...? Yeah, I'd love one... but you better be good." he said in a low rasp.
"Oh, don't worry â I'm the best." you grinned like a sweet little devil.
I'll fucking bet you are, cheeky slut, he thought.
He looked like he was holding back all his raw lust. Like if you said just one more thing like that then he would tear your clothes right off your slutty little body and fuck you until every thought flew out of your head except for thoughts of him.
****
Yeah, that martial artist discipline of his really came in handy once you started massaging his shoulders and back. If he hadn't been so strict on himself, he would have...
"Gosh, you're sooo tense, Mr. Gojo... relax."
... I need to fuck her brains out. That's the first thought that he had to push out of his head.
"... let me take the weight of your shoulders..." you nearly whispered, working your hands into his meaty muscle.
Ooh he slipped, he totally gave in.
"Mmm..." he let out a purring moan, feeling the pressure of your fingertips sink into his sore muscles. "That feels good... keep going."
You were trying to keep it cool and professional... er, as professional as you could with your hands exploring Gojo Satoru's muscular back.
Having the lights down low didn't help much. Everything was turning you on. Your clit was already buzzing and begging for attention from behind your thin panties.
This was babymaking atmosphere.
You were going insane, soaking your panties and twitching 'cause you've got a hot dad groaning under your touch.
"Y' can go a little harder..." he muttered in a rough voice.
"M'kay..."
"Mmm..." he let out that purring moan again, this time stretching it out.
Something was so erotic about giving him a massage, even though it wasn't supposed to be â uh, it really wasn't supposed to be, right? Right? It's not like you planned this out all night, not like you were scheming while watching cartoons and waiting for Gojo Satoru to come home.
Ah c'mon... he's an overworked man in need of a massage. Just listen to him, he's moaning like he's â oh, he's closing his eyes, too? He must be really feeling it. His breath is becoming choppy, too.
"Just a bit more..."
"Like this?"
"Yeahhh... just like that."
His mouth hung open in bliss. He squirmed a little. Shit... he could feel himself throbbing. Even slightest friction of his pants shifting along his painfully hard cock was already intense enough to make him clench his jaw.
You smirked, catching a delicious glimpse of the prominent outline of his bulging cock right before he instinctively covered it up with a pillow.
Damn, how does he keep such a monster hidden under such thin dress pants?
Sticking your tongue out in focus as you deliberately massage a spot on his back that makes him moan out the most, Satoru rolls his eyes back and dies a little orgasmic death.
"Yeah... th-that's it... right there... right there... you can go harder."
"Like this?"
"Yeahhh... good g- uhhh, th-that's good." he purred, holding back his tongue just in time because oops, he almost called you a good girl without even thinking.
Oh, that pillow coverage sure helped to keep his boner out of sight but then he had a new problem... the pleasurable friction of the pillow and the fact his stubborn hips liked to move on their own.
Without trying to make it obvious, he was getting off with the pillow, shifting it as inconspicuously as he could but he just couldn't get enough friction â shit, when was the last time that he was so horny he could even enjoy fucking a pillow? It was insane how hard he was, how much his cock oozed sticky precum, how every inch stood at attention asking politely to stretch out some good babysitter pussy.
He shut his pretty blue eyes when started feeling reaaally good. Like, god, he needed this more than he needed air. It was such a shit day at work, but now all the stress that he had built up throughout the day just melted away with each subtle thrust of his bulge into the pillow, and your soft hands digging into his muscular back.
I wanna fuck her so bad.
"Uhhh, fuckkkkkkk...!" he let out a broken moan.
You stopped massaging his back, eyes blown wide open, trying to hold back your shock and snickering. He had worked up a subtle sweat. His muscles were twitching. He was gasping. It was so obvious to you what had just happened.
"Mister?"
"Huh?" he blinked the stars out of his eyes, coming-to as if his orgasm knocked him out for a second.
"Are you okay...?"
He opened his eyes and... oh, there was a wet patch on his dress pants where he just came. Oops. A little massaging and pillow-fucking and he came all over his thigh? Well, that had never happened before. Guess his cock was just super sensitive after not having sex for so long â but you didn't hear that from me...
Satoru gulped. He abruptly stood up, acting as nervous as a bird, "Um, uh... it's late, isn't it? I've gotta drive you home..."
"Aw, okay." you frowned at him, wiggling your hips like you were expecting more.
And he looked at your wiggling hips, your slightly spread apart legs, and then he let a nasty thought pass his mind, and nearly caved and asked you if you wanted to...
****
God, you had your legs apart and he could smell your ovulation. No no, don't call him crazy. He could smell it.
And as he went upstairs to wipe the cum off his inner thighs and change into new pants, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you must have been soaked. You must have had the prettiest pussy ever.
Oh, he threw his head back and groaned when he met you back downstairs because while he tried acting professional, now you were all worked up and in an outrageously flirty mood.
You were about to say something outrageous again but he stopped you dead on your tracks.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear it. Let's go." he said, grabbing his keys.
You saluted him playfully, "Yes, daddy."
He did a double take. "What?"
"Nothing." you smiled innocently.
His eyes caught yours, then he rubbed his cheek like he was stressed out.
It was really obvious why he liked you, but Satoru was aching to ask why on earth you like him so much.
Didn't you think he was an egotistical asshole? That's how his ex-wife described him, anyways.
*****
"So you're a Sagittarius, huh?" you ask, little voice dripping in sultriness and setting off alarm bells in the fuckboy side of his mind. "That's hot."
"Uh-huh."
He's driving you home. 60 mph. Switching lanes. Bright blue eyes blind-spotting to the left. Next they're side-eyeing you. Catching on your pretty baby angel face. Trying to keep it together, but his cock is starting to make a bulge in his pants again. Something you've discovered is that the poor man doesn't even change out of his suit most days; when he comes home he just faceplants into bed and falls asleep.
"A december baby?"
"Yup. December seventh." he replies curtly.
Relax, Satoru. It's just conversation. Just innocent, professional conversation with the babysitter who just witnessed you fucking a pillow and cumming in your pants.
After a steadying inhale, he politely returns the question, "What about you? When's your birthday?"
Satoru pays you a brief glance before bringing his gaze back to the speedometer. 50 mph.
Just that one question turns into a deep exploration of your psyche.
"... I just don't like guys my age... like, god, they don't even turn me on anymore."
You give a dramatic pause before looking at him with a nympho fire in your eyes.
"Hey, you're an old man â got any sage advice for me?"
"Hey, who you callin' an old man?"
"Sorryyy, I'm just being cheeky."
"I can tell."
"Sooo... what's your advice?"
Satoru furrows his brows. "For what?"
"For getting older guys to pay one small glance to a sweet girl like me?"
He tenses up and doesn't reply.
You're insane. Worse, you're even more insane than he was when he was your age.
His cock is throbbing against his inner thigh. Again. Precum. Everywhere. How dare you? He's in-between throttling you and stopping off on the side of the highway to bend you over his car's hood to show you he ain't no old man. What a cheek...
"This is your turnoff, isn't it?"
"... yeah."
You watch him flick on the turn signal. You catch his eyes just before he blind-spots again.
As he's pulling off the highway, you pull a dumb joke out of your brain, eager to get a response from him.
"It's my turnoff. But ya wanna know my turn-on?"
"..." he doesn't reply, just gives you a look, then tears his eyes off you and rubs his fingers over his mouth.
"C'mon." you encourage, "You're so uptight; let me humor you a little."
"I'm pretty sure I can guess your turn-on."
You tilt your head at him expectantly. He purses his lips. Drives down your street. Pulls into your driveway. Parks. Unbuckles his seatbelt with a tantalizing slowness that sparks your imagination â d'you wonder if he unbuckles his belt that slowly, too?
Satoru offers one lazy guess. "Older men?"
"Bingo!"
He stifles a smile, shakes his head, thinks you're crazy, and then opens his car door and steps out, leaving you to giggle and unbuckle your seatbelt alone.
He swerves 'round the hood of the car over to your side, and reappears at your window to open your door for you.
"Wow. Handsome and chivalrous? Why'd your wife let a gem like you go?"
"... that's not really any of your business."
"Aw, c'mon... I'm just dripping with curiosity."
He doesn't reply again, just walks you silently to your front door. His heart is beating faster as he eyes out the curve of your ass. That tight sundress shows just the faintest hint of a thong underneath.
Just a thin sundress? A tiny thong underneath? God you're so fuckable, he thinks. So, so fuckable. And the worst part is that you're one of the girls who knows you're hot. That's why you bounce around in front of men like him like you're a reckless bunny.
He's trying so hard to block out wild fantasies of ripping the fabric off your tight body and fucking you into a dumb, slutty mess.
Block it out, Satoru, block it out.
Finally, he replies to the question you posed earlier.
"I'm full of myself, apparently." he says bitterly.
"You're full of yourself?" you tilt your head, a light confusion glossing over your features.
He's so patient and fatherly to his kids; a jovial and wholesome man. I mean, he takes his kids to every place they wanna go, makes gingerbread houses with them in the festive season, plays pretend with them, sets up outdoor adventures in his backyard, gets dressed up in a ridiculous costume for Halloween and takes them out trick-or-treating every year without fail. For god's sake, he bought a hot pink set of baking cookware just because Nobara fancied herself a chef.
He gives his all to his kids, how could anyone think he's full of himself?
"... seems like your wife was wrong about you." you reply.
"Ex-wife. And nah, you'll probably agree with her if ya stick around me long enough â " he speaks self-deprecatingly of himself, but then you interrupt him.
"â mmm, if I stick around ya for to long... y'think I'll end up being full of you, too?"
He stutters. Blood rushes to his cock.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Satoru blinks at you in total disbelief. Again, an innocent face like you saying such outrageous shit is just insane to him.
"You've got a nasty conscience, you know that?"
"N'aw, don't mind me. I'm just having fun, being a little silly." you giggle, eyes all over him and his pretty, rideable face.
"Well, I wouldn't call flirting with older men being 'silly'..."
"And I wouldn't call pillow-fucking being 'professional'..."
Oh god. Oh my fucking god. He's breaking in two like a kitkat.
Satoru is rendered fucking silent. He's stunned. He's red.
"Goodnight." is all he replies with. And then he leaves. What the hell else is he supposed to say to that? You're crazy.
Now you got him all worked up and he doesn't know what to do. If younger Satoru knew that one day in his thirties he'd meet a slutty babysitter... oh, god. Younger Satoru would be pumping his fist in the air.
But he's gotta keep playing it cool, 'cause there's no way he can fuck his babysitter... there's NO way...
... so there he is that very night tucked in his black satin sheets, leaky cock in his fist and jaw slacked, face sweaty, fucking himself to supposedly real "I fucked my babysitter" erotica stories. No, he's not one for porn videos. He just wants to lay back and picture your pretty face with no disturbances. He just wants to lay wayyy back on his king-sized bed, fisting his cock with soft fwupfwupfwups while picturing his babysitter's pussy sitting pretty on him.
He groans at his dirty little fantasies as he slides his hand up and down his shaft, getting so lost in the idea of taking your virginity that he forgets all about the erotica story he's reading and jus' closes his eyes, head thunking back against the headboard in bliss and cock dripping like a leaky faucet, practically drooling all over his lower abdomen.
"Good girl; take it all, just like that..." he mutters.
He slides his thumb over his leaky tip and holds it over the hole, smearing precum everywhere as it oozes out, getting his cock wetter before going back to stroking it at a steady speed. His breath gets ragged as he lures his orgasm out.
He's never met a virgin as slutty as you before, that's for sure.
Shit, he really shouldn't be thinking about fucking his babysitter. He really shouldn't tease his cock to thoughts of taking your virginity. It shouldn't bring on his orgasm to picture you trapped underneath his heavy muscles, cumming all over his mature cock.
"... ugh!" he moans out, shifting down the headboard and curling his toes. "Fuck! Fuck... oh, shit, baby..."
Just like that, his jaw slacks in pleasure 'n his cock shoots out thick ribbons of cum and he's creaming all inside you â oh, sorry. That was just in his fantasies.
In reality, he's just cum all over his abs and chest. It shot up so high that it almost reached his neck.
He pants and looks down at the wasted seed that he coulda pumped inside you.
Groaning as he comes down from his high, Satoru lays with his long legs spread out on his bed for a while and curses himself for thinking of fucking his babysitter.
And then he starts weighing the pros and cons of actually doing it.
Yeah, he stares up at the ceiling after jerking off for like thirty minutes, cum splattered on his abs, thinking about how bad of an idea it would be to actually fuck his slutty babysitter.
No, Satoru. You can't. Absolutely no â no fucking the babysitter. Satoru? Bad boy. Don't do it. I know she's fuckable but you cannot fuck your â
****
â so like a week later, he's spreading your legs and crawling inbetween them.
He's placing rough kisses against your lips like he's almost angry about being this horny.
"Nn!" you whine, feeling his fingertips press against your clothed pussy, pushing against your entrance.
"Aw, you're soakin' your panties just from a little bit of kissing? Aren't you cute." he murmurs on your skin.
"Sh-shut up and fuck me... I can't take this teasing." you spit back, pulling him back into a rough kiss.
He chuckles into your mouth, tongue slithering over yours and tangling up with it for a few seconds before he pipes up;
"I'm just getting back at you for all the teasing I endured from your slutty ass."
Biting your lip. Pulling away. Letting out a purely erotic noise. Sliding his big hands down your sides and gripping you like you're his woman.
Oh now your breath gets caught in your throat.
"Let's get you nice and ready for me, hm?" he husks, lips dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
Oh now your heart rate spikes to an alarming rate. Fuck. You're actually doing it. You're actually gonna fuck an older guy.
He plants a rough kiss on top of your pussy, chin pressing against your buzzy clit.
"Mm...!" you press your lips together, trying to keep some sort of composure but you can't 'cause you've got Gojo Satoru between your legs â who the hell would be able to stay composed in your position?
Damn, it drives him crazy when your inner thighs graze the sides of his cheeks. You're ruffling up his hair. He's going down on you.
A moment later, he's pushing your panties aside and lapping at your pussy. Another moment later, he's curling his tongue up inside you.
"Oh my god th-that feels good..." you gasp, feeling his slippery tongue writhe inside.
"Mmm, I know it does."
He feels smug hearing this, pressing an open-mouthed smile against your pussy lips as he sticks his tongue as deep into you as he can possibly go, eyeing your blissed-out expressions. Sliding his tongue out, spitting on your pussy, rubbing sloppy frantic circles on your clit, Satoru's acting like a total show off.
It makes you hide your face between your palms.
"Ah-ah-ah... I want you to watch." he growls, "Don't you dare take your eyes off me, m'kay? That's a good girl."
Tip of his nose nudging your clit as he tongue-fucks you into hazy bliss, you're moaning like you never knew you could.
And he's just in heaven, 'cause he's got your juices dribbling down his chin and glossing his lips better than his favorite lip gloss â uh-huh.
"Mister! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck â nnn! G-gojooo!" you start mewling his name and he goes faster, trying to chase your orgasm out with full intent to leave you hanging.
Your breath is staggering, pussy pulsing with that edge of pleasure and oh, suddenly he's retracting his tongue from your weeping, spasming hole before you can cum all over his face.
Yep. He leaves you hanging.
"Wait â ! Nn, I was gonna câ"
"â y'know, princess" he interrupts, wiping your slick off his cheek with his fingers and licking it off right before your wide eyes, "I really think we're past the formalities; call me Satoru."
Half-dazed and ditzy on the pleasure of a missed orgasm, you watch as Satoru pulls away from you, his knees digging into the mattress and weighing it down.
Veiny hands find his belt and smoothly undo it, whipping off with a loud crack.
"O-oh?" you breathe excitedly.
He smirks, seeing how your eyes are glued to his bulge, "Aw, ya gonna perv on me while I strip for ya?" he teases, then clicks his tongue in regret when you reply with a lamb-like look, "Hahaha, don't get shy on me now. I'm just teasing."
Absolutely drooling over his physique as he strips his clothes off tantalizingly slowly, Satoru's been so composed up until now; as he unbuttons and unzips his long zipper, you notice how ragged his breathing actually is. Like he needs it bad. Like his cock is getting strangled by his clothes.
After hastily taking his pants off, Satoru quickly frees his eager cock from his boxer briefs.
And your eyes go wiiide.
"Oh."
Pale. Pink. Stiff. Leaky. Bit of an upper curve. Thick veins. What's that, like maybe a nine? No, no, there's no way. Actually, on second look, maybe?
"C'mere, let me have you." he rasps, one hand gripping his dummy big cock.
"That is not gonna fit inside me."
His ego swells. Ah, how many girls have said that to him in his life? And it never gets old.
"Nah, it'll fit."
You twitch excitedly, breath catching in your throat as Satoru comes closer to you and snuggles his slim waist between your legs which you just keep spreading wider and wider, so ready to take him even though you're nervous as hell.
"Ready to get ya cherry popped, cutie?" he asks.
He taps his cock against your entrance, coats it in your slippery juices, teases that hot tip in 'n out.
"Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhfuck! Holy shit! Um! Uh!"
"What is it?" he throws a smug smile your way.
He watches intently as your pouty lips move, "'Big, 's really fucking big...! Ooh, god! Nn! Nnn!"
"You're so cute." he arches over you, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
His head starts to spin as he slides inside you.
Fuck. He's actually doing it. Sure, he fucked that flight attendant once. Yeah, he had a couple flings. He was a nasty, sex-crazed fuckboy in his youth. And yet... nothing felt as nasty as this.
This is everything he ever fucking needed. This is the sweet and nasty girl that he's craved for all his life. The rest were too nasty, some too sweet, but you? A perfect slut.
Satoru's curving up into you and teasing your sweet spots with his tip like he's letting 'em know that soon they're gonna get bullied with his hard-hitting strokes.
And your pussy's happily getting stretched out, walls clinging to every inch he pushes in like she's so thankful that you finally gave her something besides your fingers or toys to clench around.
"Ah, fuck, that's tight."
"I'm sorry!"
"No, no, it's a good thing... just relax a little more, 'm gonna push it deeper, is that okay?"
"Yes, please... oh please, fuck, yes give me everything!"
He grins, "No need to ask twice." he murmurs, right before he's sinking another few of his inches into your struggling pussy.
Satoru just comes undone at the feeling of being inside you.
His big hands come to squeeze your breasts, jiggling them around with a playful tongue poking out his mouth like he's just tempted to put his mouth on them.
So he does, y'know he's already lost enough self-restraint to the point where he's fucking his babysitter, so of course he's gonna give into his urge to suck on your breasts.
His hot, wet mouth envelopes your sensitive nipple, tongue flicking against it 'till he draws out cute whimpers from you.
He's pulling his mouth off, kissing the curve of your cleavage, groping a handful of your breasts, looking down at you like he knows damn well no boys your age are gonna fuck you as good as him â shit, scratch that, ain't fuckin' nobody in your whole life gonna fuck you as good as he will.
When your walls permit him to go deeper, Satoru stutters out like he's the virgin here, "F-f-fuck, there you go, baby, jus' take my cock like you're meant to, yeah?"
He moves his hips, relishing that sloppy sound of your pussy gushing around him â oh god you're bucking your hips to meet his hips 'n you're driving him crazy makin' him think for a split second about remarrying.
Hardly ten minutes later and he's fucking you into your first orgasm, loving how you can't even control how hard you cum on his cock. He's ruthlessly rubbing your clit throughout your orgasm, eager to make your eyes roll back completely. And it's making you freak the fuck out, 'cuz no one else has done this to you. No one has brought you to a real orgasm before.
And he can tell.
It makes him twitch and dive deeper into your sopping hole, eager to lure out as much juice as he can 'cause there's nothing he loves more than a creamy mess on his cock.
He's bending and pushing you into the positions he loves, thrusting at a steady pace that you can keep up with at first but sometimes he'll go harder, harder, harder until you're sobbing and wailing out so loudly that he needs to clamp a hand over your mouth.
He chuckles, "Quiet down, princess. You're gonna wake up my kids at this rate."
" 'm shorry!" you mumble into the palm of his hand, feeling his cock drill into your sweet spots and pressure your walls like crazy.
"No, no. Don't be sorry. It's cute. You're taking me so well," he praises, "Doing so so well for me, princess."
Those soft coos don't match his nasty strokes. He's railing you like he's trying to fuck every last bit of virginity out of your pussy, 'till it remembers the shape of his cock, 'till it clings to him, 'till it knows who's ya daddy.
Especially while prone-boning you. Damn, who forgot to give this guy the handbook on How to Fuck a Virgin? He's pounding into you and grunting like he's gone psycho... ohhhhehasn'thaddpussyinlikeayear. Okay. Makes sense.
"Ah, fuck â fuckin' look at me while I fuck you," he commands, sweaty cheek pressing against yours. Satoru grabs your jaw and makes you look at him, loving your lewd expressions. "Haha, such a fucked-out face... cute."
He thrusts faster into you, not even letting much of his cock in 'cause he knows form experience that virgin pussy just can't handle all of that. So he's easing out each time he accidentally dives in too deep.
And when he pounds up into you like that, it makes sense why the phrase "fucking your brains out" came about. His cock has got you in a crazy back arch, got you seeing stars. No thoughts. Just pussy spasms.
"Harder!! 'want it harder! Please! Fuck me harderrr!!" you plead, totally cockdrunk on Gojo Satoru.
"Are you sure 'bout that, sweetheart? 'Cause I don't think you can handle it..."
"Please!!" you beg.
"Aw... 'can't say no to that fuckable face, can i?" he throws your leg over his shoulder, repositioning himself, grinning, "Take a deep breath. You tell me if it's too much, m'kay? Y'can tap out at any time."
"Yeah, yeah! I know!!" you respond so eagerly it makes him giggle.
As instructed, you take a deep breath. But honestly, did it really prepare you for getting fucked this hard? Um, no.
"Fuck, fuck!! Nnn... god, fuck me! Yesyesyes, just like that please!!"
"Ah, shit, baby..."
"God, you're gonna â you're gonna break the bed, 'Toruuu!"
"I'm gonna break you first." he moans, pounding every last inch of his cock into your happy little pussy, gives your g-spot a beating that has your whole body on the brink of insanity.
"Ughhh... fuck!" you choke up, you hiccup, you sob and wail â and he has to kiss you quiet.
My god did you need this. You needed to indulge in this nastiness, 'cuz who the hell else is ever gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime? Uh, yeah, that's right...
"Yeah, keep enjoying my fucking cock. You know nobody else is gonna fuck you as good as this, little slut." he whispers into your ear, cheek sticky with sweat 'n pressing against yours.
What kind of man did his ex-wife think he was? Full of himself? Nah... he wasn't that full of himself. C'mon now...
"... fuck you look so good cumming on my cock like that. Aw, you shaking? Can't handle it? Am I just too good at fucking you, huh? Wanna cum again? Come on, use your words, you're a big girl. You wanna cum again, don't you? I know you want it. I know you love my cock, 'course you do... 'm fucking perfect, baby. 'N you're gonna take every perfect fucking inch of me."
Oh. Okay. Maybe he is full of himself.
Well, he's full of himself and now you're full of him, too.
Satoru isn't shy about pumping a thick, gooey cumload inside you. He isn't shy about frothing up his creampie during round two, either. And he isn't shy about flipping you into missionary and pushing your trembling legs back and sliding his cock in again.
"Can ya do one more for me, baby?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Aw, but you look exhausted..." he grins. "I wouldn't wanna break my favorite babysitter on accident."
"I'm okay, I swear! I can take it!" you start babbling.
Sweat is dripping off your bodies and soaking the bed. The room smells like sex. His muscles are pressing into you. He's diving into you like a swimmer and grunting and making a dent in the wall 'cause that headboard is banging into the wall just as hard as he's banging into you. Neither of you even notice the dent in the wall. You're just stuck together, connected in that one place, fucking like bunnies.
You palm at his abs, pressing flat against them and melting at the feeling of his mmmaturemusclestwitchingohgodbless, you're so gone after feeling his sweat gather on your hand and catching a glimpse of the bulge his cock makes inside you.
Satoru blanks when your small hand feels up his muscles. Now his thrusts got your lower tummy shuddering and you just wonder what he's thinking when his brows furrow together in such serious focus at your fertile pussy.
"Ohmygodohmygodyou'regonnafuckingbreakme!!" you squeal, fisting the pillow and nearly crying into it.
He giggles, slowing his thrusts to a pace your poor, abused pussy can handle better, "Sorry, doll, you jus' got me too excited when you touched me like that."
"Nn!!" you fist the sheets in your hand, realizing just how far he fucked you to the edge of the bed â the two of you were nearly falling off the bed until uh, oops, you were on the floor?
"Ahh-ahhh! Ah! AH! Wh-what kinda... wrestling move is this, Satoru! Fuck, go easy on me!! 'M gonna cum again!!"
He's too into it to bother getting the two of you back on the bed. Now he's just pinning you down on the plush carpeted floor, railing your tight cunt from behind like he owns it. He may as well, honestly.
"Oh yeah?" he grunts, "Cum again on my cock. Lemme see you work it out on my cock. C'mon, isn't this the cock you wanted so badly? Put on a show for me, baby."
"Ahh!!" you sluttily cry out, bouncing your hips up and down and working your pussy on just six of his nine inches.
"Fuuuck... look at that back arch... haha, you already runnin' outta stamina? Yeah, tell me about it. It's hard work fuckin' a big cock, isn't it? Okay, okay, spoiled princess..." he mutters, hearing your exhausted pleas, "Perk that ass up, lemme show you how it's done."
"But this position is so â AH!" you kick your legs as he slides deeper with each quick stroke.
His tip's prodding at a spot you don't even recognize; a sweet gummy spot that's like your off button. You can't keep your mouth shut and now you're getting so loud that he's gotta clamp a hand on your mouth again, pushing you into the carpeted floor and not stopping his hard-hitting thrusts for a looong few seconds, driving it deep.
He picks up his pace, balls slapping into your clit so loudly that he can't even complain about the loudness of your moans. That skin-slapping 'n squelching could wake up the neighborhood.
"Fuck," he grunts, "Ah, ah... stay right there, 'gonna make you a mama..."
You thrash your legs around, "Nn! Please!" you squeal, feeling his warm seed pour into you again without warning. Just that feeling makes you cum. Hard. Satoru's cock freaks out at the feeling of your pussy's milking contractions along his length, making his tender tip spurt out a little bit more cum against your cervix.
It's so bad. You really shouldn't love getting creampied by an older man this much, let alone your... uh, boss?
Worse. He shouldn't have such a big fucking smile on his sweaty face. He shouldn't be rolling his eyes back in satisfaction like that, like he finds it so funny that he actually did it.
"God, you sure loved milking me, huh?" he smiles wide, bangs soaked and sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"Nnn..." you nod, totally exhausted.
He watches you trying to catch your breath, gulping and gasping. He slides his softening cock out of your over-creampied pussy, earning a small whimper from you. Oh, you feel so empty now, it's crazy. Just how did he pack all of that cock inside you? He can't figure it out, either.
"You okay, sugarplum?" he asks sensitively, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
"Yahhh..." you weakly whimper back, wiggling your foot cutely, "Need t' cleanup... need help w-walking..."
All his creampies bubble out your pussy.
He stifles a laugh, feeling a bit guilty. Satoru presses a kiss to your back, peeling you off the floor and practically carrying you to the bathroom â floor and walls black tiles, every corner spelling 'rich boy' in bold letters.
Carefully and slowly, Satoru helps to clean you up, massaging your sore parts with his big hands, peppering your neck in the sweetest little kisses as if he didn't just rearrange your guts and ruin your pussy for other men.
"So... how's it feel, not being a virgin anymore?" he asks with a dirty big bad fuckboy smile.
You simply blush and smile shyly in response. It makes him laugh.
"Aw, are you all shy now, pookums? Shit, I think I fucked tha nasty outta you..."
You nuzzle him, looking about ready to sleep, and it just melts his heart.
"Mm, y'know... Suguru was right about you; you're a real sweetheart. I think I might just have 'ta keep you around for a long time."
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.áwarnings/tags: nerd/weeb!anton, dom!anton, shy!anton, he is a nervous mess, fluff, praising, dirty talk, making out, anton is a bit subby at first but turns into a dom, size kink?, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, p in v, bulge kink, squirting, cum eating, aftercare
đ¸â đ you fall for anton, the quiet nerd who looks at you like youâre his whole worldâand shows you exactly what that means behind closed doors.
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You werenât proud of it. The way your eyes always found him the second you walked into class, the way your heart sped up at the mere sight of those glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, how you kept catching yourself doodling his name in your notes like some middle school girl with a first crush. Lee Anton.
He was handsome, almost unfairly so. Tall and broad-shouldered, with soft brown eyes that flicked nervously around the room when someone tried to talk to him, and the most angelic face. His dark hair always looked a little too perfect, like heâd just rolled out of bed and still managed to look better than everyone else. And then there was the way he dressed, plain hoodies, oversized sweaters, jeans that hung low on his hips like he didnât even care, like he had no idea what he looked like. Which made it worse.
Because Anton was alsoâŚa nerd. A real, honest-to-god, anime watching, figurine collecting, jerking off to hentai nerd. You knew this because youâd seen the way he decorated his laptop with holographic stickers of anime girls, the kind with thigh-highs and jiggly boobs and sparkly eyes. His phone lock screen? Ahri from League of Legends. His bag? Covered in pins of little anime mascots and game logos. Youâd heard the rumors too, that his dorm was basically a shrine to 2D girls. Shelves of figures, walls lined with posters, LED lights glowing purple like a teenage boyâs wet dream. And yet none of it made you like him less. If anything, it made your crush worse.
Maybe it was because he was so quiet. Always sitting in the back, earbuds in, sketching something in his notebook or scrolling on his phone, head ducked down behind the collar of his hoodie like he didnât want to be perceived. And yet you always perceived him. You noticed him. The way he adjusted his glasses when he was concentrating. The way his fingers tapped against his thigh when he was bored. The way he blushed when the professor called on him, even though he always gave the smartest answers in the room. Youâd never spoken to him. Not once. But that didnât stop you from wondering what his voice would sound like if he said your name.
It wasnât just a little crush anymore. It was a full-blown obsession. The kind that made your stomach flip whenever you spotted him walking down the hallway, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, headphones around his neck, backpack hanging low on those broad ass shoulders. God. He was so tall. Every time he stood up, you felt like the air shifted around him. Like he didnât even realize how dreamy he looked, towering over everyone, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose while he blinked all soft and sleepy. It was so unfair. He looked like he belonged in an anime himselfâtall, quiet, hot nerd that girls fight over. Except no one else seemed to be crushing on him. At least not the way you were. And that made it worse.
Because you were crushing hard. Pathetically hard. You thought about him too much, not just during class, but when you were alone in your bed at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what kind of porn he watched. You probably knew the answer was anime girls with squeaky voices and thigh socks, and honestly? That only made him hotter. You loved that he was a nerd. You loved that he probably spent his Friday nights watching One Piece recaps or arguing on valorant with noobs. You loved that his fingers looked big and awkward when he fidgeted with the pins on his bag, those same fingers you thought about every time your thoughts drifted somewhere a little too dirty.
He was just so fucking cute. Too hot. And maybe it was bad, maybe you were going to hell or something, but there were moments where you looked at him and just thought âI want to bounce on your dick so bad itâs embarrassingâ. And then youâd get flustered all over again. Heart pounding, thighs pressing together, face buried in your sleeve so no one could see how red youâd gotten. Heâd just be sitting there, minding his business, adjusting his glasses with the tip of his finger, and youâd be staring at him like he was some kind of god. He had no idea. Absolutely no clue that you were slowly losing your mind over him from across the room.
You barely register what the professor is saying until you hear the words: âPartner project. Two people per group. If you donât pick someone, Iâll assign you.â Your stomach sinks. You didnât know anyone in this class, not well enough to pair up without looking like a weirdo, anyway. You shift nervously in your seat, clutching your pen like itâll save you. You can already feel your cheeks heating up just from the pressure. âAlright, you andâŚAnton,â the professor says, glancing briefly between the two of you before moving on. âYouâll work together. Should be a good match.â You freeze. Your eyes flick behind you, and sure enough, there he is. Anton.
Heâs blinking at you with wide eyes, clearly just as surprised as you are. His glasses are slightly crooked, lips parted like he wants to say something but canât quite get there. You feel your heart stutter in your chest. This is real. Youâre going to talk to him. Work with him. Be around him. Alone. You turn in your seat slowly, like any sudden movement might shatter the moment. âH-Hi,â you manage, voice soft and squeaky. âI guess weâre partners.â Anton sits up a little straighter, and you swear you see his fingers twitch on the edge of his desk. âOh. Uh. Yeah. I guess we are.â He rubs the back of his neck, then smiles, small, nervous. âHi.â
Up close, heâs even more handsome. Long lashes, flushed cheeks, that faint scent of clean laundry and something warm and boyish. Heâs wearing a plain gray hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, and you have to fight the urge to stare at the veins in his hands. âIâm, umâŚâ You tuck your hair behind your ear, trying not to melt. âIâm Y/N.ââI know,â he says quickly, too quickly. Then he winces. âI meanânot in, like, a creepy way. Iâve justâŚheard you answer a few questions in class before. Youâre smart.â Your mouth goes dry. He knows who you are? You blink. âOh. Wow. Thanks. Thatâs⌠really sweet.â You shift in your seat, fingers nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve. âYouâre smart too. Like, really smart. Your notes are insane.â
He laughs under his breath and ducks his head, and you can barely hear him murmur,âThatâs âcause I donât talk to anyone. I have to overcompensate somehowâŚâ You giggle quietly, shyly. He glances up at you again. And thatâs when it happens. That flicker. That look. His eyes settle on your face, your lips, your eyes, just a little longer than normal. He swallows hard. âSorry, I justâŚdidnât expect to be partnered with someone likeâŚyou.â You tilt your head. âLike me?â He hesitates. âYouâre justâŚyouâre really pretty.â Oh. Your brain short circuits.
âIââ You practically squeak. âYou think Iâm pretty?â He immediately looks away, ears turning red. âWas that weird? That was weird. Iâm sorry.â âNo!â you blurt, too fast, clutching your notebook to your chest. âNo, it wasnât. IâŚI think youâreâŚreally cute too.â He stares. You stare. Thereâs a beat of silence where neither of you knows what to do. Youâre both blushing, both shy, both clearly freaking out a little on the inside. âSo,â he finally says, voice a little higher than before, âuhâŚwhereâd you wanna meet?â
You show up to the little cafĂŠ fifteen minutes early, heart racing and dress just a little shorter than it probably should be for a study session. But youâd spent so long picking it out. It hugged your waist and flared out right at your thighs, showing just enough skin to make you feel cute without trying too hard. When Anton walks in, you swear he almost drops his phone. He freezes in the doorway for half a second, blinking like heâs not sure heâs in the right place. Then his eyes land on you, and you see him double take. His gaze flicks down your body and then quickly jerks away, like heâs trying not to look. He shuffles over, clutching his backpack in front of him like a shield, and offers you a shy little smile as he sits down across from you. âH-Hey. You lookâŚreally nice.â
You blush instantly. âThanks. You too.â You both stare at the table for a second. Itâs a cozy cafĂŠ, low lighting, indie music playing softly, warm smells of coffee and pastries filling the air. You open your laptop with trembling fingers, trying to seem normal, like this is just a regular study session and not the hottest guy youâve ever seen sitting right across from you. You pull up the project doc and smile nervously. âOkay, soâŚI was thinking we could start with the outline first? Just, like, divide the sections and go from there.â You glance up to see if heâs following, but heâs not.
Antonâs eyes are very much not on the screen. Theyâre a little lower. Right at your chest. You freeze. So does he. And then, like a switch flipped, his entire face erupts in red. âIââ He stammers, scrambling to sit up straighter and look anywhere else. âSorry! I wasnâtâI didnât mean toâI just zoned outââYour cheeks burn. You look down at your dress and then quickly cross your arms over your chest, suddenly very aware of how low-cut it actually is when youâre leaning forward. You clear your throat, voice tiny. ââŚItâs okay.â He still looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and die.
His hand comes up to adjust his glasses, but heâs shaking so hard he nearly knocks them off his face. You try to pretend youâre not just as flustered. You tuck your hair behind your ear and murmur softly, âSoâŚshould I repeat the question?â His eyes flick up to yours, hesitant. Then he gives the smallest, most adorable nod. You swallow, voice even softer now. âI saidâŚshould we start with the outline?â He nods again, still flushed, but smiling this time, a shy, crooked smile that makes your heart flutter. âYeah. Letâs do that.â You try to focus. You really do. But his hand is brushing against his notebook, and his knees are so long they almost bump yours under the table. And every few minutes, you catch him sneaking glances at you like he canât help it. And you donât blame him. You kind of want him to.
Youâre halfway through outlining the second section of the project when Anton suddenly stands up. âIâm, uhâIâm gonna get something. Do you want anything?âYou glance up, smiling sweetly. âMmâŚmaybe a milkshake? If they have one?â He nods, âMilkshake. Got it.â He hurries off like he needs the walk to breathe, and honestly, he probably does. You watch him go with a soft little smile, noticing the way his hoodie sways as he moves, the curve of his back, the way he ducks his head at the counter, shy even with the barista. When he returns, heâs carrying a milkshake in one hand and a warm latte in the other, balancing it all carefully on a tray. He sets it down gently in front of you, then passes you the cold drink with a soft, slightly nervous look. âHere you go.â Your smile widens. âThank you, Anton.â
You donât notice the way his throat bobs when you wrap your lips around the straw. He freezes, barely blinking as he watches you take that first long sip, lips pursed around the plastic, cheeks hollowing slightly. You let out a soft little hum of approval at the taste, eyes fluttering shut for a second in pure satisfaction. And AntonâŚAnton is dying. His brain short-circuits. All he can see is your lips, pink, wet, soft, wrapped around something that isnât a straw. And for a second, heâs imagining you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with that same innocent expression as you suck him off like you donât even realize what youâre doing to him.
You pull the straw from your mouth and swipe your tongue across the tip to catch the foam. A tiny bit of it clings to the corner of your lips. You giggle quietly. âOops.â And then, as if you donât already have him on the brink of death, you lick it off with a slow, casual flick of your tongue. He nearly chokes on his own spit. âIs everything okay?â Your voice is gentle, head tilted with that same soft concern youâve had since class. You blink at him sweetly, sipping again like nothing happened. Heâs flushed deep red. His hands are gripping his cup like it might ground him to reality. He forces a smile, eyes flicking up to meet yours. âUh. Y-Yeah. All good.â Then, quieter, with a softer smile. âJust⌠distracted.â You giggle again, eyes sparkling. âYou sure?â He swallows hard. âVery sure.â But he canât stop looking at your lips.
You take another slow sip of the milkshake, eyes flicking back to the laptop screen. Antonâs leaned in now, typing something into the shared document, brows furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of what heâs doing to you just by existing. Your gaze drifts. It always does. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up, revealing his forearms, all lean muscle and light veins, the skin pale and soft looking. Your eyes trail downward, to his hands on the keyboard, long fingers flying over the keys quickly. His hands are big. You hadnât noticed it before. Or maybe you had, and your brain had just stored it away for later.
Now it was all you could think about. Those fingers. Those veins. The way his knuckles flex with every tap. You imagine them wrapped around your throat, firm but careful, his breath stuttering while he watches your eyes roll back. Or worseâbetterâyou picture them inside you, slow and deep, your thighs trembling as he curls them just right, testing what makes you whimper. The idea makes you shift in your seat, thighs instinctively pressing together beneath the table. You blink and glance up at his face. God.
Even his profile is hot. His jaw is sharp, lips a little parted, the tip of his tongue just barely peeking out as he concentrates. His Adamâs apple bobs slightly when he swallows, and it makes something tighten in your gut. His hair is messy and soft, curling a little behind his ears, and all you can think about is how it would feel to tug on it while heâs between your legs. You press your thighs together again, harder this time. And he has no idea.
Heâs just typing, all innocent and focused, while your mind is playing out filthy scenes in 4K. You look back down at his hands again, biting your lip without realizing it. His fingers twitch slightly as he types a number into the doc, the tendons in his hand flexing.
You whisper to yourself inside your head, âI want those fingers in me so badâ. And just like that, you realize youâre no better than him. Maybe you look sweet, sipping your milkshake in your little dress and smiling all shyly, but deep down? Youâre starving for him.
You want him to ruin you with those hands, want to ride his thigh, want to hear what he sounds like when he moans. You glance up again. Heâs blushing faintly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You wonder if heâs thinking something dirty too, if maybe both of you are pretending to be normal while your thoughts are a mess. God, you hope so.
The project was technically done. Or at least, enough of it was done to call it a night. You both packed up slowly, lingering over every click of the laptop, every sip of your drinks, drawing it out like neither of you wanted to leave. The cafĂŠ was dimmer now, a few tables empty, the music quieter. When you finally stepped outside, the air was warm and gentle, the sky a dusky blue stretching wide. You walked side by side down the path toward the dorm buildings, your shoulder bag bouncing lightly against your hip, Antonâs long strides matching yours.
And yet neither of you spoke. There were little things, small glances, quiet smiles, an occasional âmmâ when one of you pointed out something with a nod. But for the most part, the silence between you was soft. Comfortable. Tense in all the right ways. And then your hands almost touched. You both noticed it at the same time, that inch of space between his knuckles and yours. He was walking close, so close, his fingers slightly curled inward, yours swinging just a little too far to the left. When your pinkies brushed, you felt it like static. He flinched. So did you.
And when you both glanced at each other, eyes wide and startled, it was like being caught doing something scandalous. His cheeks were red. He laughed nervously under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he didnât know what to do with himself. You ducked your head, smiling softly. By the time you reached your building, your heart was fluttering like crazy. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning to face him.
He looked even taller under the glow of the porch light. His hoodie was a little rumpled, hair tousled, glasses slipping down just slightly. He looked so effortlessly handsome and completely flustered, like he couldnât believe heâd just spent two hours alone with you and somehow survived it. You swallowed, clutching your bag a little tighter. ââŚThank you,â you said softly. His brows furrowed, confused but gentle. âFor what?â You smiled shyly. âThe milkshake.â Anton blinked. And then smiled, this soft, melted kind of smile, like youâd just said the sweetest thing in the world. âOh. Yeah. Anytime.â
You hesitated for a second. And then, before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. His body froze. Completely still. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his arms hung awkwardly at his sides like he didnât know what to do. But then, after a second, he slowly brought them up and wrapped them around your waist gently, almost nervously, like he was scared heâd hurt you if he squeezed too tight.
His face was buried half in your hair, half in your shoulder, and you felt the shaky breath he let out. You pulled back just a little, just enough to meet his eyes. Both of you were red. Both of you smiling, small, breathless, bashful smiles. ââŚGoodnight, Anton.â He blinked like he was waking up from a dream.âG-Goodnight.â You turned and walked into the dorm building, heart pounding, fingers still tingling from the ghost of his touch. And behind you, Anton stood frozen in place for a good thirty seconds, like his brain had fully shut down.
You spot him as soon as you walk into the lecture hall. Anton, sitting alone near the middle, headphones on, bobbing his head faintly to whatever song heâs listening to. His laptop is open in front of him, but from the way his fingers tap lightly against the keyboard, you doubt heâs doing anything academic. Your stomach does that little nervous flip again. You stand there for a moment, working up the courage, then step forward and gently tap his shoulder.
He turns, pulling one side of his headphones down, and when he sees you, thereâs this flicker of surprise followed by a quick flush of pink across his cheeks. âH-HeyâŚâ he says, voice softer than you expected. You smile shyly. âHey, Anton.â Thereâs a beat of silence where you just look at each other, and you swear you catch him glancing at your lips before quickly looking away. You shift your bag strap on your shoulder and try to sound casual, even though your voice comes out a little too nervous. âMy friend didnât come today, soâŚdo you wannaâŚsit with me? Maybe?â
His eyes widen a fraction, and he blinks like you just asked him to solve a math problem in front of the whole class. âUhây-yeah, sure! Of course!â The words come out in a rush, and the pink in his cheeks deepens. You grin, and when he stands to follow you, he fumbles a little with unplugging his headphones and gathering his stuff, as if heâs suddenly hyperaware of every move heâs making. By the time you both settle into seats together, thereâs a faint awkwardness in the air, not bad awkward, but the kind that makes your pulse race and your knees bounce under the desk.
The professor starts droning on at the front of the room, the scratch of pens and the faint clicking of laptop keys filling the air. You sneak a sideways glance at Anton, the way his hoodie sleeves are pushed up, his hair slightly messy, his glasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose. You lean in just a bit, lowering your voice to a whisper. âYou look good today, Anton.â He freezes mid-typing, fingers hovering over the keys. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, eyes wide behind his lenses. The blush is instant, creeping up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
âOhâuh⌠thanks,â he murmurs, voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat. Then, after a pause, he adds quietly, âYou⌠you look good too.â The corners of your mouth lift into a shy smile, and for a moment, neither of you look at the professor, just each other. You both face forward again, but a minute later, you notice him stealing a quick glance at you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, leaning closer again. âWhat?â you ask softly, smiling.
He shakes his head quickly, the blush still there. âNothing⌠justâyouâre distracting.â You blink, startled, before letting out a soft laugh. âDistracting how?â His jaw tenses like he instantly regrets saying it. âJustâŚdistracting.â he says again, almost shyly pouting, and turns back to his screen, though you can see the tips of his ears still red.
The lecture finally wraps up, chairs scraping against the floor as students start to file out. Anton closes his laptop with a quiet click, slipping it into his bag. You tuck your pen into your notebook, fingers fidgeting a little before you work up the courage to speak. âYou heading out?â you ask softly, glancing at him through your lashes, heat blooming in your cheeks.
âUhâyeah,â he says, voice low, almost unsure, like he wasnât expecting you to talk to him first. You stand, swinging your bag over your shoulder. âCool,â you say with a small, shy smile. âWe can walk togetherâŚif you want.â For a second, he just looks at you, like the words took a moment to process. Then he nods quickly, lips twitching into a faint smile. âY-yeah, yeah, sure.â
The two of you fall into step as you leave the classroom, the low hum of voices around you fading the moment you step outside into the crisp air. You walk side by side, the afternoon sun spilling gold across the pavement. Your shoulder nearly brushes his, and you catch yourself smiling before you even realize it. âSoâŚâ you say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, âdistracting, huh?â
Antonâs head snaps toward you, eyes widening. âWhaâIââ He stumbles over his words, his ears already turning pink. âI didnât meanâI mean, I wasnâtââ You bite back a grin, pretending to look ahead. âRelax, Iâm teasing.â He huffs a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. âYouâreâŚuhâŚgood at that.â Your smile softens. âTeasing you?â His gaze flickers to yours for half a second before dropping to the ground. âYeahâŚthat.â
You walk a few steps in silence, the kind that feels warm rather than awkward. âSoâŚâ you murmur, glancing up at him with a playful smile, âdo you always get that flustered, or is it just when Iâm around?â Antonâs blush deepens instantly. âUhâŚmaybe just when youâre around.â You bite your lip to hide a grin. âThatâs cute.â He looks away, shoving one hand into his pocket. âNot sure thatâs the word Iâd use.â
âWhat word would you use, then?â you ask, tilting your head. His lips twitch like heâs fighting a smile. âDangerous.â You blink at him, surprised. âDangerous?â He shrugs, finally daring to meet your eyes again. âYou make it hard to think straight.â Your stomach flips, and you quickly glance away before he can see just how much that got to you.
By the time you reach the dorm building, your pulse has settled into a strange mix of calm and nervous excitement. The late afternoon light makes the air feel softer somehow. Anton stops with you in front of the entrance. âSoâŚIâll see you tomorrow?â he asks, his voice a little uncertain, like heâs not ready for this to end. âYeah,â you say with a smile. âThanks for walking me.â
Before you can overthink it, you shift up onto your tippy toes, your hand lightly brushing his arm for balance, and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You hear his breath catch, feel him go still for just a heartbeat before you pull away. When you step back, his cheeks are flushed a deep pink, his gaze flicking down to yours like heâs still processing what happened. Youâre blushing just as hard. âUmâŚbye, Anton.â âB-bye,â he says, his voice low and almost dazed, watching you slip inside.
Anton stood there for a moment, staring at the glass doors youâd just walked through. His cheek still tingled faintly, the ghost of your lips lingering like it was branded there. He exhaled, running a hand over the spot, almost like he needed to confirm it actually happened. 'She kissed me'.
The thought looped in his head, each time making his stomach twist in the best way. Heâd been kissed beforeâwell⌠sort of, but never like that. Never so soft and sweet and completely unexpected. He caught himself smiling, then quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and started back toward his own dorm. His heart was still racing, but he didnât care. He couldnât stop thinking about how small your hand felt against his arm and how close your lips had been to his own.
The lecture was dragging, the professorâs voice a low drone in the background. You were scribbling down notes, leaning just slightly closer to Anton so you could peek at his laptop screen. He shifted in his seat, leaning toward you to point out a line in the slide youâd missed. As he did, his shoulder brushed yours, and he froze for half a second before murmuring, almost to himself, âYou smell nice.â
Your pen paused mid-word. Heat rushed straight to your cheeks, and you turned your head to look at him. He was already back to staring at his screen, ears tinted pink like he hadnât even realized what heâd said until it was too late. â...Thanks,â you whispered, smiling down at your notebook. You didnât get much else written for the rest of the lecture.
Over the next couple of weeks, it became a quiet routineâfinding each other before lectures, walking side by side to the cafĂŠ between classes, sharing fries at the food place near the uni while pretending not to notice how often your knees brushed under the table.
Sometimes it was a lingering glance over the rim of a coffee cup, sometimes a shy compliment slipped into the conversation when you thought the other wasnât listening. Each time, it left you both smiling to yourselves for hours after.
One afternoon, as everyone was packing up after a lecture, you let out a small groan. âI forgot to write half the stuff from today,â you mumbled, shoving your notebook into your bag. Anton looked over from where he was closing his laptop. âDonât worry. Gimme your number, Iâll send you my notes.â
You perked up instantly. âReally? Thank you so much, Toni!â The nickname rolled off your tongue so naturally that you didnât even think about it until his ears flushed pink. Before he could react, you rocked up and ruffled his soft hair playfully.
âSee you later!â you chirped, turning to leave.He stayed rooted in place, blinking after you like his brain had shut off. His cheeks were burning, half from the nickname, half from the unexpected warmth of your hand in his hair. And, god help him, he swore his jeans felt just a little tighter than they had a moment ago.
Anton
here are the notes :)
You
thanks so much toni! youâre a lifesaver
Anton
no problem :) i didnât do much
You
you always do more than you think :3
Anton
hahaâŚmaybe :)
You
wanna grab a coffee after class tomorrow?
Anton
sure :) that sounds good
You
yay! iâll see you then
Anton
looking forward to it :)
You slide into the chair across from Anton at the cafĂŠ, the smell of coffee and pastries wrapping around you. He sets his keys on the table as he takes out his wallet, and your eyes catch something dangling from the keyring. A tiny, metal Calcifer keychain. âOh my god!â you exclaim softly, leaning a little closer. âIs thatâŚCalcifer from Howlâs Moving Castle?â He freezes mid-motion, eyebrows shooting up. âUhâŚyeah. YouâŚyou know that movie?â
You grin, trying not to squeal. âLove it! Itâs one of my favorites!â He blinks at you, clearly surprised, adjusting his glasses. ââŚWait. I didnât know you liked anime.â You tilt your head, smirking slightly. âYou never asked.â He chuckles softly, still a little flustered, and the conversation drifts naturally into talking about favorite scenes, characters, and little movie details. You laugh together, the atmosphere cozy and easy.
As the hangout winds down and you both finish your drinks, he fidgets slightly, looking down at the table, then up at you with a soft, shy smile. âUhâŚsoâŚyouâif you wantâŚmaybeâŚyou could come over sometime? Watch itâŚwith me?â You freeze for a second, cheeks warming, before letting out a small, happy laugh. âIâd love that.â His relief is obvious, he lets out a quiet breath, smiling sheepishly. The flutter of excitement between you both feels electric.
âUhâŚyou canâŚcome over tonight, if you want.â he says softly, voice barely above a murmur. Your heart skips a beat and warmth floods your cheeks. You bite your lip for a second, trying to play it cool, before smiling brightly. âMhm! Tonight it is, then.â you say, the words coming out a little breathless, but cheerful. He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by how naturally you accepted, and his ears tint pink. A small, shy smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
Anton told you to meet at 8pm. You glance down at your outfit one last timeâshorts and a cozy sweater, nothing fancy, just casual. Your stomach twists with nerves. Taking a deep breath, you knock on Antonâs door. The second it opens, your breath catches. HeâsâŚstunning. Damp hair clings slightly to his forehead from a recent shower, his pyjama pants hanging low on his hips, the white shirt stretched perfectly over broad shoulders.
He looks effortlessly perfect, and you realize youâve been staring before you even noticed. Anton clears his throat, probably aware of the way your eyes linger. He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks already pink, like heâs caught in some awkward but very sexy moment. âUhâŚhey.â he mutters, voice low and rougher than usual.
âHey.â you manage, trying to force a casual smile, though your heart is racing and your palms feel hot. You canât stop yourself from stealing another glance at him, and he seems to notice, quickly looking away with a small, flustered laugh. The room smells faintly of his shampoo, warm and inviting, and your nerves are suddenly tingling in a very different way.
You step into Antonâs room, eyes widening as you take it all in. Posters of anime and game characters cover the wallsâsome cute, some daring, and many of the girls featured have big tits and barely any clothes. Shelves lined with figurines catch the soft glow from the warm lights he has set up around the room, and a few of the figurines are equally risquĂŠ. A few plants sit on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the space.
Despite all the decorations, the room is surprisingly tidy. Everything has its place, and it feelsâŚcomfortable, inviting. âWowâŚI like your room,â you say softly, cheeks heating as you glance around. Anton shifts slightly, scratching the back of his neck, a shy smile tugging at his lips. âThanksâŚI, uhâŚlike to keep it cozy, I guess.â
You nod, still looking around, letting your gaze linger on the little detailsâthe way some posters are slightly angled, the neat lineup of figurines, the LED light spilling across the floor. The room feels like him. Nerdy, thoughtful, and warm all at once. He watches you quietly, clearly noticing how absorbed you are, and feels a little thrill at how easily your eyes wander over his space.
You curl up on Antonâs bed, leaning against the wall as he sits cross-legged a little distance from you. It feels like youâre in a little world of your own. As the opening scenes of Howlâs Moving Castle play, you find yourself inching slightly closer to him. He glances at you, those soft brown eyes catching yours, and his cheeks pink. You notice how easily your knee brushes his, and your heart flutters.
At one point, the remote slides off the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. âOops! I got it.â you say, bending over to pick it up. Antonâs breath catches. Your shorts ride up just enough that your ass is completely in his view, and he instantly curses under his breath, voice low and rough, fuckâŚ
When you sit back up, you hold the remote triumphantly and smile up at him. âGot it!â you chirp, eyes sparkling. He forces a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to look anywhere but your face, even though his gaze keeps flickering down in spite of himself. âYeahâŚnice save,â he mutters, voice tight, cheeks burning. The tension between you both hums in the quiet of the room, the movie forgotten for just a few seconds as your proximity and the way you move sets his heart racing.
The movieâs been playing for a while now, the both of you leaning back against the headboard. Youâre trying to keep your eyes on the screen, but Antonâs quiet presence beside you is almost louder than the sound coming from the TV. Halfway through, he lets out a soft sigh and stretches, lifting his arms above his head.
The hem of his loose white shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of skinâsmooth and pale, with a faint trail of hair dipping below the waistband of his pyjama pants. The faint outline of toned muscle is enough to make your breath hitch.
You donât even realize youâre staring until you bite your lip without thinking. Anton freezes mid-stretch, his arms lowering quickly. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the way youâre looking at him. His face turns pink instantly. âUhââ he starts, voice awkward and a little high, âcomfortable?â
âMhm.â you hum, looking back at the screen as if you hadnât just been caught shamelessly staring. But then you notice something. Out of the corner of your eye, his gaze drifts downward⌠to your thighs. Youâre sitting with them pressed together, the fabric of your shorts hugging your skin in a way that leaves very little to the imagination. His eyes linger for a few seconds too long before darting back up.
You catch it. You definitely catch it. But you donât say anything. The air between you feels warmer now, charged with something unspoken. You try to focus on the film, but your heartbeat is loud in your ears. Somewhere around the hour mark, the coziness of his room and the warmth of his body next to yours start to lull you to sleep. Your head dips before you even realize it, landing softly against his chest.
Anton stiffens instantly. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like heâs trying to compute what just happened. His heartbeat spikes, and heâs sure you can feel it under your cheek. You mumble something incoherent in your sleep and shift, curling slightly toward him until your arm almost wraps around his. His face turns a deeper shade of red. He doesnât know where to put his hands.
He tells himself not to move. Not to touch you. If you woke up, you might think he was taking advantage of the situation. But thenâŚhe canât help it. Slowly, carefully, his hand lifts to your hair. His fingers brush against it tentatively, then slide through the strands with the lightest touch. He pets your head so gently, as though afraid you might shatter if he pressed any harder.
The smell of your shampoo drifts up to him, and it makes his chest feel tight in a way he canât quite explain. Heâs so wrapped up in the moment that when your voice suddenly breaks the silence, his heart nearly jumps out of his chest. âWill you ever ask me on a date,â you murmur, voice groggy but teasing, âor do I have to do it?â
Anton freezes, every muscle going rigid. âYouâreâŚawake?â he says softly, almost as if heâs in disbelief. You still donât open your eyes, your cheek warm against him. âI have been for a while.â you admit with a faint smile.
His hand stills in your hair, and he swallows hard. âOhâŚuhâŚI meanâŚif you want to go on a date with meâŚâ Finally, you tilt your head up just enough to look at him, your smile small but certain. âI do.â He swears his chest has never felt so light and tight at the same time.
Antonâs lips twitch into the smallest smile, and he nods. âOkay then.â His voice is soft, almost shy. Slowly, reluctantly, he begins to lift his hand from your hair. âNo.â you murmur, catching his wrist before he can pull away. His brows lift slightly, startled. You guide his hand right back onto your head, fingers threading gently through yours for a second before you let go. âKeep doing itâŚI like it.â
The tips of his ears turn pink, his throat bobbing as he swallows. âO-okayâŚâ he says quietly, the faintest smile curling on his lips. And so, he keeps going, his fingertips brushing through your hair in slow, absent strokes while your attention drifts back to the TV. His heart is still racing, but thereâs a strange calm in the rhythm of touching you like this.
By the time the movie ends, youâre wide awake again. You slip on your shoes while he stands by the door, watching you with that same gentle, slightly awkward expression. When you step into the doorway, you tilt your chin up at him, hands clasped behind your back, eyes wide and soft. âSoâŚIâll see you tomorrow?â He nods quickly, his Adamâs apple shifting as he swallows. âY-yeahâŚâ The corners of his mouth lift into a quiet smile. âItâs a date then! Goodnight, Toni.â You stand on your toes, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
The warmth of your lips lingers there, and Anton freezes, eyes widening before color floods his face. He blinks, flustered, clearly at a loss for words. âGoodnight.â he finally manages, giving you a small wave as you head down the hall. The door closes softly, and he leans back against it, pressing his palm over the spot you kissed, his heart hammering like itâs trying to escape.
When you stepped out to meet Anton, you didnât miss the way his eyes widened before darting away, a flush creeping up his neck. White thigh-high socks, a short skirt, and a soft fitted sweaterâit was exactly the kind of outfit youâd seen on some of the girls in his posters and figurines, and you knew it.
âHey!â you greeted with an innocent smile, pretending you didnât notice how his gaze kept flickering to your legs before he forced himself to focus on your face. âHi,â he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou, uhâŚready?â
The arcade was loud and bright, neon lights reflecting off his glasses. You started at the air hockey table, where you made an exaggerated show of celebrating each point you scored, and he just shook his head with that quiet, amused smile he always wore around you now. Then it was racing gamesâhe won, of course, but the little spark of pride in his eyes told you he liked seeing you try to beat him.
âOkay, okay,â you said, catching your breath, âone more thing.â You tugged on his sleeve, leading him toward the claw machines. Your eyes landed on a soft, pastel plush near the center of one, and you pointed. âThat one.â He stepped forward, feeding coins into the machine, and muttered under his breath each time the claw slipped. âThis is rigged.â He scoffed.
âYou just have to believe in yourself.â you teased, resting your elbow lightly on his arm. By the fourth try, the claw finally lifted the plush all the way to the chute. You squealed, grabbing it and hugging it to your chest. âMy hero!â His ears turned pink immediately, especially when you added, âThanks, Toni!â
âIâuhâyeah⌠youâre welcome,â he stammered, trying to hide a smile. When you hooked your hand around his arm in excitement, he went stock-still, like every muscle in his body froze at once. You felt the warmth under his sweater sleeve, and his heartbeat felt a little faster than normal, but he didnât pull away.
As you stepped out of the arcade, still clutching the plush to your chest, your eyes caught a small ice cream shop glowing warmly on the corner. âOh my god! Letâs go!â you gasped, pointing, not waiting for his answer before your fingers slipped into his hand. You tugged him toward it, the warmth of his palm making his steps a little hesitant, like he wasnât sure if he should hold back or just let you lead.
Inside, the place smelled like sugar and fresh waffle cones. You picked vanilla without hesitation, grinning as the server handed it to you. Anton shook his head when they asked him, mumbling, âIâm fine.â but when you reached for your wallet, he was already pulling out his own cash. âAntonââ âNope,â he said, eyes dropping to the counter, âIâve got it.â You beamed, leaning up on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. âThank you, Toni.â The heat in his ears spread to his neck instantly, and he muttered something under his breath you couldnât quite catch.
You both sat outside on the shopâs little chairs, the evening air cool against your skin. You took slow licks of your ice cream, savoring it, completely unaware (or maybe not) of the way his gaze kept flicking to your mouth. Every time you let your tongue glide over the melting vanilla, he shifted in his seat, red creeping over his cheeks again. When you wrapped your lips around the tip of the cone, sucking lightly to keep it from dripping, he swallowed hard, his thoughts skittering somewhere very far from ice cream.
By the time you finished, you licked your lips, smiling at him like nothing was out of the ordinary. âOkay, we can go now!â He stood up a little too quickly, adjusting his pajama pants in a subtle, desperate motion. âY-yeahâŚletâs go.â
The walk back started off quiet, the night air soft and cool against your skin. You were still clutching the plushie in one arm, your other hand swinging loosely at your side. Anton walked next to you, hands shoved deep into his hoodie, every now and then glancing at you like he wanted to say something but couldnât quite bring himself to.
Halfway down the block, you slowed your steps and then stopped entirely, turning to face him. Your lips curved into a small pout, eyes glimmering with something a little sad. âI donât want this date to end yet.â you said softly, toeing the pavement. He froze, caught off guard, his breath visible in the cool air. The tips of his ears flushed pink. âWeâŚcould go to my place again,â he offered shyly, then, with a small smile, âWatch something?â
Your pout melted instantly into a grin. âMhm! Yes, please.â You stepped forward and slipped your hand into his without warning, your fingers curling through his. Anton stiffened in surprise, eyes widening for just a second before his gaze darted away. He didnât pull back though. If anything, his hand tightened slightly around yours.
You began swinging your joined hands back and forth in an exaggerated, playful rhythm, and his mouth twitched into a smile despite himself. Neither of you said much more, but the silence was comfortable now, each step bringing you closer to the dormsâŚand whatever would happen next.
By the time you reached his building, Anton still hadnât let go of your hand. You didnât point it out, you just smiled to yourself and followed him inside. His dorm room was exactly how you remembered it from last timeâtidy, cozy, softly lit, with the faint scent of his shampoo still lingering from earlier. You kicked off your shoes and, without hesitation, plopped down onto the edge of his bed, hugging your plush to your chest.
He closed the door behind him, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at you. âUhâŚwhat do you wanna watch?â You leaned back onto your hands, swinging your legs slightly. âAnything you want, Toni.â You said it cheerfully, the nickname rolling off your tongue in that way you knew made him blush.
And blush he did. He turned to his desk, pretending to scroll through his streaming options just to give himself a second to recover. âOkayâŚum how about A Silent Voice?â You nodded instantly. âPerfect.â He climbed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.
At first, there was a polite little space between youâbut as the opening scenes played, your legs brushed once, then twice. Neither of you pulled away. The warmth of him was right there, just inches from you, and you could already feel the air between you shifting, thickening, the same way it had last time.
The movie played softly in the background, the purple glow from the LEDs making the whole room feel hotter. You were sitting closer and cloer, each touch sending a little spark up your spine. At one point, Anton shifted, his arm resting on the bed behind you, and you leaned slightly into him without thinking. A quiet moment in the movie made you glance at him, and you caught him already looking at you. Neither of you moved.
His hair was sticking up a little in the front, and without thinking, you reached up to smooth it down. Your fingers lingered, brushing his forehead. You felt his breath hitch. When your hand dropped back to your lap, the space between you felt electric. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. âAnton.â you said softly. He hummed, almost nervously, âHm?â
âKiss me.â For a second, he frozeâhis wide eyes searching your face like he was making sure you meant it. And then, slowly, he leaned in. The first brush of his lips was hesitant, testing, but you pressed closer, kissing him back, and that tiny hesitation melted away. His hand came up to cup your cheek, warm and careful, as the kiss deepened. You shifted, closing the space entirely, and before you knew it you were in his lap, your knees on either side of him.
His breath caught against your mouth, and he gripped your waist like he was scared youâd pull away. But you didnât. You rolled your hips experimentally, and his quiet, shaky whimper made you smile against his lips. Anton kissed you like he was afraid to mess it up, but the moment you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave a gentle tug, something inside him faltered. His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his grip on your waist tighten.
You deepened the kiss, your mouth moving against his with a slow hunger. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed you now was firmer, almost desperate. You tugged on his hair again, a little harder this time, and he let out the smallest, most breathless sound into your mouth. It made heat pool low in your stomach.
You whimperedânot loud, just enough for it to slip past your lips, and that sound seemed to wreck him. He shifted under you, his thighs tensing, and you felt the hardness pressing against you through his sweatpants. His breathing got heavier, more uneven, as you rolled your hips just enough to test him.
âY-youâreâŚâ he broke off, swallowing hard, his cheeks flushed deep red. He didnât finish the sentence, just leaned forward to kiss you harder, like he couldnât stop himself anymore. His hands slid up your sides, hesitant but needy, bunching the hem of your sweater as his thumbs brushed the bare skin of your waist.
Every little whimper from you made him twitch under you, his self-control fraying by the second. He didnât even notice how tightly he was holding you until you pulled back slightly, both of you catching your breath, foreheads touching, his chest rising and falling quickly.
His hands, still trembling slightly, slid down from your waist to your thighs, caressing slowly as if he couldnât believe he was allowed to touch you. The soft fabric of your thigh-high socks under his palms made his breath hitc, every inch of exposed skin between them and your skirt had him swallowing hard.
You could feel the way he was hesitating, his fingertips barely grazing, almost shy. So you reached down, took one of his hands gently, and guided it under the hem of your skirt until it rested against the warm fabric of your panties. His eyes widened, his entire body freezing for a second. âPleaseâŚtouch me.â you pouted, your voice soft but desperate, looking up at him through your lashes.
Antonâs jaw clenched, his cheeks burning crimson. âIâIâŚâ he stammered, clearly overwhelmed, but his fingers flexed ever so slightly against you, already feeling the dampness there. He swallowed, gaze flicking from your pleading expression to where his hand was between your legs, like he couldnât believe this was really happening.
Slowly, hesitantly, he started to stroke you through the thin fabric, his breathing quickening with every tiny sound you made. The warmth and wetness beneath his touch sent a shiver through him, and when you whimpered again, he bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to just tear the panties aside and fuck you right there and there.
Antonâs breath was coming faster now, his fingers rubbing gentle, nervous circles over your clothed clit. The friction had you rolling your hips down against his touch, but every movement also pressed you into the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. You couldnât help it, you shifted closer, grinding lightly against him as his breath hitched, his other hand gripping the bed sheets like he didnât know where else to put it.
You reached for that hand, guiding it up to your chest. His eyes flicked to yours in surprise, but when you placed it over your breast, his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing through your sweater and bra. The combination of his touches had you letting out a soft, shaky whimper against his lips, which made him groan quietly into the kiss. It wasnât enough. You wanted to feel him, really feel him.
You broke the kiss for just a moment, your lips wet and swollen, and slid your panties down your thighs, kicking them aside on the bed. Without giving him time to process, you took his hand again, the one that had been rubbing you through the thin fabric, and guided it between your legs until his fingers met your bare, slick pussy.
Anton froze, a sharp breath escaping him, his pupils blown wide. His fingertips twitched slightly against you before he swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. âYouâreâŚs-so warm.â he whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.
His thumb kept rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit, and you couldnât stop yourself from rocking against his hand, chasing that sharp, sweet pleasure. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, your skirt bunched up around your hips, his eyes glued to the way you moved for him.
Then, without warning, you felt the gentle press of his finger slipping inside you. Your back arched instantly, a gasp spilling from your lips that quickly melted into a needy moan. âAhâAnton!â you whined, your thighs trembling slightly as he moved that finger in and out of you in slow, careful motions.
His gaze flicked up to your face, flushed and focused. âIs thatâŚokay?â he asked softly, almost like he was scared to break the moment. You nodded fast, your voice urgent. âMore.â His lips parted, chest rising quickly, he didnât hesitate. He slid another finger inside you. The stretch had you letting out a broken whimper, and his breath stuttered at the sound. He kept his pace gentle, curling them just enough to make your hips jerk.
His fingers moved inside you faster now, curling expertly as he matched the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. Every wet, slippery sound of your arousal seemed to drive him further, and he couldnât help the small, shaky moans that escaped his lips.
You tugged at his hair, hard enough to make him gasp, and he let out a sharp, breathy whine, eyes closing for a split second. His pace didnât falte. If anything, it quickened, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right to hit all the right spots. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of your pleasure and the occasional whimper or gasp that slipped past your lips.
Every noise you made made him harder beneath you, his own need pressing against your clothed heat. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours for a second, watching your expression contort with pleasure, and whispered, almost desperately, âYou feel so goodâŚâ
As he kept fingering you, his other hand wandered nervously over his lap. You felt the hard outline of him through his sweatpants and palmed him gently. A small, shaky whimper escaped his lips, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. âWant you inside...â you breathed, voice soft and desperate. The sight of you like thatâlips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, chest rising and fallingâmade him stiffen even more.
You slowly peeled off your sweater and bra, tossing them aside, and he couldnât stop staring. His hands trembled slightly, but finally he pulled his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest and abs. Your breath hitched, and heat pooled low in your belly, you were already dripping just from looking at him.
You took him in your hand, drooling at how big and hard and pretty he was, slick with precum. A soft whine escaped him at your touch. Slowly, carefully, you began sliding down onto him, lips parted and breathing uneven. His length hit you and made you gasp, it was more than you expected, and you struggled a little to take him in fully.
âYouâre so big, ToniâŚâ you whimpered, the words shaking as your hips pressed down. He let out a deep moan at your words, fingers gripping your hips lightly, trying to help guide you, while his eyes stayed locked on your face, full of need and disbelief. You finally bottomed out with a sharp, breathy moan, and he immediately groaned, gripping your hips tightly. âF-fuckâŚâ he stammered, voice low and shaky, eyes wide as he tried to take it all in.
Clinging to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, you started moving slowly, rocking up and down against him. Every little thrust made him whimper softly, his lips parting in short gasps. His hands pressed against your waist, thumbs brushing over your sides as you moved, both of you making quiet, desperate sounds. The tension and pleasure wrapped tightly around you, leaving no space for anything else.
âToniâŚâ you whispered between breaths, voice trembling, chest rising and falling. âS-sâbigâŚâ you added, eyes fluttering shut, heat pooling between your thighs as you slowly rode him, both of you lost in the new, intense sensations. You cupped his cheeks, leaning in close, and kissed him hard, teeth and lips mingling, tongues brushing. The feel of him beneath you, soft and firm at the same time, made your body tremble.
You started moving faster, bouncing and whispering in between shallow, desperate kisses, âWant youâŚfeels so goodâŚâ Anton was a blushing mess, sitting there stunned, barely able to process how breathtaking you looked taking him like this. He let out a quiet, shaky whimper, unable to resist just watching you, the way your hips rolled and your chest pressed to his, the scent and sight of you overwhelming him.
Then, you pulled your lips back from his briefly, gasping, and as you continued bouncing, you pressed a hand flat against your belly. âCan feel you up here, Toni,â you whined, eyes half-lidded and desperate. That was it. Something snapped in him. Heat surged, his pupils blown wide, and he moaned deeply, leaning forward to grab your waist tightly. His hands dug into your hips as he started bouncing you hard on him, quick, punishing thrusts that made you gasp and whimper.
The switch had flippedâthe shy, hesitant boy from earlier was gone. Every motion was confident, dominant, controlled. His eyes locked on yours as he guided your movements, his mouth open in low, needy moans, taking over completely as he rode you through the pleasure heâd been holding back.
The sudden shift in Antonâs behavior made your eyes go wide. The man under you, replaced with someone fierce, commanding, and hungry for you. Every hard, quick thrust made you gasp, moan, and shiver, high-pitched, desperate sounds spilled uncontrollably from your lips as he drove into you. He leaned down, pressing a hand to your chest, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. âYouâre so fucking tight.â he groaned, voice low and serious.
You immediately clenched around him at that, your body responding to every word. âFuckâŚyouâre so wet.â he continued, sliding his hand a little, teasing and grinding as he kept his pace relentless. Your moans grew louder, each one feeding him, making him fuck into you harder, faster. Every time he hit that spot just right, a whimper escaped you, and you tugged at his hair desperately, needing to feel him closer.
His eyes rolled back at the sight of you writhing beneath him, every flicker of your expression only spurring him on. âYou feel so goodâŚso fucking good for me,â he whispered, low and dirty, each word a promise and a command. âSuch a good girlâŚgonna make you scream for me.â
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as the pleasure built unbearably high. His fingers dug into your hips and your chest, his dirty words and praise mixing with the way he pounded in you, making your vision blur and your body shiver uncontrollably under him.
His hand slid down from your breast, fingers circling your clit with a firm, insistent rhythm. Every motion made your hips buck uncontrollably, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. âToniâŚmâso closeâŚâ you whimpered, voice high and trembling, moans spilling past your lips as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach.
âFuckâcum for me, baby,â he groaned, voice low and ragged, heat radiating off him. âYouâre so fucking hot.â The pet name, him calling you baby for the first time, had an immediate effect. Your walls clenched around him, your toes curling, and a high-pitched, broken moan tore from your throat as you came hard, shivering against him.
He didnât hesitate. He captured your lips in a hard, hungry kiss, pressing you flush against him as his hand moved to cradle the side of your throat, gentle pressure just enough to make your breath hitch. You whimpered into the kiss, muffled, overwhelmed by the combination of sensationsâthe taste of him, the feel of him, and how your walls pulsate around him.
Before you could even process it, Antonâs hands were under your hips, flipping you over onto your back. Your breath hitched, heart racing, but before you could protest, he gently urged you onto all fours, the curve of your ass pressing invitingly toward him. âAnton, Iââ you started, breath trembling.
âOne more, baby,â he cut in, voice low and commanding, pupils dilated with need. âI know you can do it for me, hm?â You swallowed, cheeks burning, and nodded eagerly. âYes! Anything for you, Toni!â He smiled, a dangerous, possessive grin spreading across his face. âGood girl.â he murmured, voice rough.
With that, he positioned himself behind you, pressing against your slick pussy before sliding inside you again. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your hands digging into the bed for balance, and he didnât hesitate to start thrusting, hard and fast, his hands gripping your waist firmly. He slammed into you again, hips snapping hard, hands gripping your waist as he drove in and out with relentless force. âKeep your ass up for me.â he commanded, voice low and rough.
You obeyed instantly, arching into him, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as he hit that sensitive spot perfectly. The aftershocks of your previous orgasm made every motion even more intense, every touch unbearable in the best way. âYou like it, baby? Me fucking you like this?â he asked, voice thick with lust, leaning close so his breath ghosted over your back.
âMhm!!â you moaned, barely coherent, your nails digging into the bedsheets. âFuckâsay my name, baby.â he demanded, thrusts rougher, faster, more insistent. âToniâŚ!â you whimpered, voice shaky and desperate, clinging to the bed as he pounded into you, each stroke hitting harder and harder, making your back arch and your chest press to the mattress.
A sharp, hard smack landed on your ass, leaving a red handprint. You gasped loudly, the sting sending shivers of pleasure through you, your hips jerking involuntarily. âFuck, babyâŚlook at you,â he groaned, eyes dark and hungry. âTaking me so wellâŚso perfect for me.â
Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you whimpered, pressing back into him. He grinned, low and possessive, tugging roughly at a handful of your hair to tilt your head just right. âSuch a good girlâŚyou like it when I spank you like this, hm?â he whispered, voice thick and rough, each word dripping with lust. You moaned, voice shaky, âY-yes!âŚplease, ToniâŚâ
He responded with another hard smack, this time letting his hand linger, fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he pressed your ass against him. âSo fucking wet, baby. Youâre mine.â His other hand twisted through your hair again, tugging gently to make you arch back, giving him better access, and he leaned closer to your ear. âTell me how good it feels⌠say it for me, baby.â
âSo good, Toni!âNghh!â you moaned, your hips practically slamming into him from your own desperation. His hand moved from your waist to your belly, pressing down just enough to make you moan loudly, hips jerking against him. âYou feel me here, baby? So deep in you, yeah?â he groaned, voice low and rough.
You nodded uncontrollably, eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure. He pressed down harder on your stomach, leaning back slightly to take in the sight of youâskirt bunched at your waist, thigh-high socks stretching over your legs, body pressed perfectly against him. âYouâre so fucking cuteâŚwith your cute socks,â he murmured, voice thick with lust, his hand moving to squeeze your ass firmly. âFuck, babyâŚso pretty. You know what youâre doing to me, hm?â
You nodded again and he smirked, a low chuckle escaping him. Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging slap that made you yelp and moan at the same time. âYouâre mine, baby,â he breathed, voice rough, eyes dark and intense. âEvery inch of youâŚall mine.â
He kept slamming into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot, his hand sliding down to circle your clit in tight, fast motions. âMâso closeâah!â you whimpered, voice trembling, your legs starting to shake. âFuck, babyâŚme too.â he groaned, hips moving faster, almost desperate. That strange, overwhelming pressure built deep in your abdomen, making you gasp. âToni! Sâtoo mâmuch!â
âBut you take it so well, baby,â he growled, his voice rough and filthy in your ear, âyouâre such a good girl for me.â You cried, âFuck! Anton!â, body tightening before the release hit you all at onceâhot, messy, unstoppable. Your thighs trembled as you squirted around him, the sound of it mixing with his moan as he pounded you through it.
âShitâŚyou just squirted all over meâŚfuck, youâre perfect.â Anton groaned, his voice low and wrecked. You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from release. Before you could catch your breath, he pulled out abruptly, flipping you onto your back with surprising strength. His messy hair fell over his forehead, his flushed face twisted in pleasure as his hand pumped his cock fast.
The sight of youâskirt messy, socks on, your stomach rising and falling with every shaky breath, it pushed him over the edge. With a loud, broken whimper, he came hard, spilling hot ropes across your belly and chest, his shoulders tensing as his hips jerked. Anton stayed kneeling between your legs, chest heaving, hair a total mess. His wide eyes followed every rise and fall of your stomach as he tried to catch his breath.
You dragged your fingers through the warm mess on your belly, scooping some up without breaking eye contact. His gaze locked on you, pupils blown, as you slowly brought your fingers to your lips and licked them clean. He let out a strangled sound, half groan, half whimper, before whispering, âHolyâŚfuckingâŚshit.â
You barely had time to smile before he leaned forward, kissing you hard, his hands cradling your face like he couldnât get enough. âYouâre the best girl, baby.â he murmured against your mouth, voice still wrecked. You tugged on his hair gently, and he sighed into the kiss, finally collapsing beside you.
A few moments later, you were lying flat on the bed, his head resting against your chest while your fingers played lazily with his hair, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat slowly calm. Youâre lying there, feeling his warmth against you, your fingers lazily combing through his messy hair. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the AC. âAnton?â you say suddenly, voice quiet and soft.
He hums against your chest, âMm?â You swallow, heart thumping. âWill you be my boyfriend?â His head lifts immediately, eyes wide and cheeks flushing a deep pink. âA-are you for real?â You pout a little, glancing away before looking back at him. âAntonâŚyou just made me squirt, Iâve never done that beforeâŚand besidesââ you bite your lip, âI really like you. A lot.â
His mouth parts slightly, like heâs lost for words. Then, with a shaky little laugh, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. âI like you tooâŚlike really fucking like you. And yeahâyeah, Iâll be your boyfriend.â You grin, cheeks warm, and pull him back down against your chest, feeling him smile into your skin.
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â¤ď¸ sum. your ex-fiancĂŠ needs a favor from you â just one more, he swears! apparently, heâs got some weird âparasiteâ that for some reason is very attracted to your sweet, sweet scent..
wc. 9.2k
warnings. fem! reader, venom! toji, modern au, pre-established relationship, pining, some spoilers + movie references, reader's a doctor (allegedly), unprotected, venom's dialogue is in bold, venom's tendrils, long tongues, brief bj's, manhandling, getting pounded silly in venomâs suit, choking, size kinks, L bombs, cunnÄŤlingus, twice the stamina, marathons, fÄŤngering, riding toji âtill he cries, venom's kinda unserious, dÄŤck slipping, cÄrvix mentions, spitting on it, brÄeding, squÄŤrting, tummy bulges.
an. iâm ovulating and rewatched all three venom movies hear me OUT-
âpussy.â
âvenom, man- please.â
âwhat.â
furrowing your brows, you stared at toji, the man who you were originally supposed to marry just six months ago. in the flesh, he stands tall behind the door of your office with a sheepish expression. he looks tired, ruffled hair buried underneath a sideways baseball cap while wearing some dingy sweats. âare you talking to yourself?â
âeheh- well,â toji gruffs, darting lime eyes toward your teal scrubs. heâs missed you. to think if he hadnât been stupid enough to snoop through your life foundation files to expose confidential information regarding their private business practices. his silly little mistake ended up getting you both fired, but fate loved playing in your face because you almost forgot that you were still tojiâs doctor at your other job. clearing his scratchy throat, toji sighs. âiâm dyinâ here, doc. need a checkup.â
âshe smells good.â
âyeah, she does smell good.â
âwhat?â you eyed toji, wondering just who the hell he was even talking to.
toji looks at you, scratching behind his neck. âah- sorry,â and you notice how heâs a lot veinier than usual. toji did a quick scan around the spacious, empty doctorâs office before he slightly tilted his head down. âlong story short, sugar, i got a ⌠parasite.â
âPARASITE!?â
âparasite?â you repeated with a deadpan, grabbing your clipboard near your desk.
oh for the love of . .
you thought youâd never see toji again. letting off a sigh of your own, you pat the cerulean-blue hospital bed. âsit.â
hoarsely scoffing, toji makes his way toward the bed before flopping on it with a loud âoof.â scratching his head, he turns toward you as he sees you writing something downâprobably information regarding his chart. âso⌠how ya been?â
âtoji, letâs just make sure youâre alright.â
âfine, fine,â he grumbles, getting smacked face first with the thick tension swarming the air that could be cut with a knife.
there was obvious tension between the two of you, and toji was still head over heels in love with you. in factâheâs never stopped, and he regrets every day choosing his career over his relationship.
if he could start over, hell - he would.
the two of you had plans and everything after getting married. settle down, maybe move out of san francisco, maybe even live near the countryside. you both even had a brief small talk about children too, but seeing you again just reminded him of how much he screwed up.
âwhatâs . . the problem, exactly? you said you have a what- parasite?â
your sweet tone snaps him out of his thoughts and his droopy, grassy eyes flick down to meet your gaze. âoh- uh, yeah. youâre the only person i thought of cominâ to. last doctor, i went to called me crazy and uh ⌠called a swat teamâŚ. ha.â
âooookayâŚâ you curl a brow inward, hoping the last part was just another one of his unfunny jokes. âand does this âparasiteâ make you talk to yourself or is that just toji being toji?â
âsheâs sassy.â
toji rolls his eyes, disregarding venomâs instigating comments in his head before shrugging. âsometimes. heâs annoying.â
âhe?â
âmy uh- parasite. he hates being called âit.â goes by venom ân everything,â toji explains, his hands still buried deep into the pockets of his cottony sweats. as you glance up to get a good look at him, heâs sweating bulletsâall from the sides of his forehead too. âoh, âm fine. âs just a bit hot in here.â
âthe a/câs on.â
âoh..â toji murmurs, slouching a bit on the bed. to say heâs feeling hot is an understatement. itâs like the more he stared at you, the more he started to feel the unsteady beats of his heart pick up.
ba-dump after ba-dump after ba-dump! and he could even start to hear each pulse through his ears, traveling through his veins.
toji clenches his tense jaw as he tries to listen to you. youâre rambling a bunch of medical terminology about checking his vitals and blood pressure and heâs replying with uninterested head nods.
oh fuck.
venomâs getting excited.
itâs probably been about five months since the little âincidentâ occurred where he ended up getting venom.
long story shortâtoji was snooping around the headquarters of the life foundation where he found actual test subjects. not animals, not insects but people. live, living, and breathing people, and before he could even think of pulling out his phone to record the things he saw - bam!
one of the test subjectsâa girl, sneaks up from behind and attacks toji.
little did he know that a âparasiteâ that was once inside her ended up slipping inside of him. the parasite is known as âvenom.â to sum it all up toji was a perfect match, the perfect host.
âtoji, are you even listening to me?â
âyeah, toji. our wifeâs talking to us.â
âshut up.â he grumbles, shaking his head.
âexcuse me?â
ânot you- ah, fuck,â toji takes off his ball cap, running a hand through his greasy darkened strands.
heâs been so kept in his thoughts that he didnât feel you checking his vitals and blood pressure which was oddly higher than a usual human.
toji sits on the sheet-covered bed, the blood pressure cuff still wrapped âround his beefy bicep before he sighs deeply again. âi donât.. wanna waste yer time. i doubt youâll find whatâs wrong, er- medically. itâs ⌠hah- hard to explain.â
as you switched the sphygmomanometer off, you concluded with tojiâs chart for now before thinking for a moment. âwell, if itâs internal and is causing you to behave strangely, maybe an MRI will help-â
âNO.â
toji grows sheepish again. âheh- no, no.. MRI.â
âand why not?â
âsound⌠uh- sound hurts him. him and me.â
dropping your shoulders with impatience, you tap your foot with a grumble. âlook, toji, iâm really trying here but iâm not sure how else i can help you. i donât even know what this âparasiteâ thing even is.â
âitâs.. better if i show ya.â
right at his words, your brows raised. show you?
at that momentâquestion marks were popping up all through your brain, and you were the epitome of confusion. toji sighed, sitting up straight before glancing down at you. âdonât get scared, alright? i wonât hurtâcha, promise.â
âum, okay..â you murmur, crossing your arms as your wrist bristles against your doctor identification badge. the anticipationâs nearly killing you, and you remain quiet as you try to study tojiâs next move.
âalright-â toji inhales deeply, and right before your very eyes - heâs changing forms.
heâs still wearing sweats, but within seconds, his bodyâs starting to get covered with black. it looks like some sort of dark villain suit. heâs waaaay bigger now, and his faceâs just halfway covered. as you raise your head, youâre met with the face. the slit, blinking eyes. thereâs large, curving eyes that longly curl further up near the back of his head and the teeth-
half of tojiâs mouth was now replaced with probably dozens of sharp, honed teeth and an obnoxiously long tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth.
what âŚ.
the âŚ.
fuck.
âpretty little girl.â
the voice sounded far different than tojiâs. itâs more pitchy and low, it's screaming with smoky bass and it nearly makes you shudder. toji - or whoever that was, did a quick walk around you and youâre silently gulping.
itâs venom now, and the more heâs in your presence, the more heâs getting a louder smell of your signature sweet scent.
so this is the girl tojiâs been whining about non-stop. interesting.
âi- um.. take it youâre the parasite?â
you heard an annoyed growl leave from his mouth before he replies, cocking its head.
âwatch it, now. itâs venom, sweet thing.â
âvenom, poison, toxin- whatever.â you rolled your eyes, your slight fear subsiding. toji told venom how you were sassy but you, you were intriguing. you didnât seem the least bit scared and he liked that.
as you took in his massive appearance though, he was just so big, towering over toji entirely even with his head tilted down. venomâs very burly, and you could just see him drooling from his lips from your peripherals. in a tiny frail voice, you murmured. âwhereâs toji? is he-â
âstill here, unfortunately. heâs my shitty host-â
right on cue, they swap back and tojiâs back in his body. he rubs behind his neck, looking down at your cute appalled expression. âheh- see?â
âtoji, what the hell did i just see.â
âi donât know- but look, heâs a part of me now and heâs hell-bent on makinâ my life a livinâ hell for as long as iâm alive,â toji let off an exhale. âi didnât . . just come here for a checkup though.â
your eyes meet his and tojiâs demeanor turns more serious now - heâs starting to sweat again, and raven bangs that slit down his forehead nearly shield his eyes. âi- i missed you, sugar. seriously.â
âtoji-â
âno, listen,â he grumbles, slowly closing the awkward distance between the two of you. the room grew dead quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were from the outside of the hospital.
endless chatter and machines along with occasional beeps from the staticky hospitalâs intercom. intently, you stare deep into his eyes and his hand softly goes on your cheek. tojiâs patiently waiting - waiting for the moment for you to push his hand away, but you donât.
instead, your bodyâs first response was to lean into his touch and you could see his eyes slowly widening as he continued to caress your cheek. he didnât expect that.
âgod, i- iâm so⌠horny-â
âŚ..
ânice one. no wonder why you struggle to get laid.â
you blink thrice, staring at toji and oh- heâs starting to sweat even more. his eye seems to be twitching from venomâs insult and youâre wondering whatâs going on through his brain - or who.
heâs not sitting on the bed anymore, heâs standing now, and again, toji towers over you completely.
if you squinted just enough, youâd see the dark bags indenting underneath his eyes. âyou look .. really pretty today.â
âiâm wearing scrubs, toji.â
âidiot.â
toji grumbles, trying to disregard venomâs snarky side comments. âi know- i know, i just-â he pauses, his eyes trailing up and down your body. âwait- i think i know how you can help with my parasite.â
âhow?â
âheh- do you uh- mind if we go back to your place? âm kinda starved-â
⥠⥠âĄ
âo- oh my.. god!â youâd squeal, yet another pretty primal ripping its way out of your throat. one minute, youâre having a heart-to-heart with your ex-fiancĂŠ and the next, his tongueâs swirlinâ left and right in between the cracks and crevices of your open thighs. youâd be lying through your teeth if you didnât miss his tongue.
but fuck it.
youâre whimpering, swollen-glossed lips trembling as youâre hunched over your damn sofa. youâre bent over the arm of the couch as tojiâs positioned behind you, using one hand to roughly grip the right cheek of your ass.
like always - heâs just nasty, sliding his tongue in and out of your syrupy cunt, savoring the candy-sweet taste. tojiâs all in thereâpuckering his plump glossy lips as your hips refused to stay still on his tongue.
âhngh- sweeter than ever for me, pretty hah- mama,â toji groans, feeling you writhe again at the shuddering response your body gives him.
leisurely, his scarred lips tickle their way against the outer part of your pussy and youâre already fighting back fat tears. tears of straight pleasure, and he could hear those sweet âlil sobs getting caught in the back of your throat every time.
âfuck- dreamt âbout tastinâ you again for so long,â and as youâre continuing to fill the room with your repeated, wailing whimpers, toji brings a sticky, wet kiss to your labia thatâs just constantly twitching. âmhm, i missed you too, wet girl.â
ângh- toji,â a soft, gasping moan snatches away from your lungs as your thighs gradually grow shaky. youâre unstableâstruggling desperately to cling onto the armrest of the sofa. tojiâs tongue was just brutal - its pace was simply relentless, barely giving you any time to get out a single breath.
âfuck- fuuuuck,â and your chest dips inward, hearing that familiar slosh sound sob from between your legs. your tummy nearly does flips, cartwheels, and somersaults, feeling that thick, big stretch of one of tojiâs fingers trying to insert its way inside you.
immediately, youâre clamping around him, presenting his stocky fat middle finger with your dripping, slick warmth. you heard a cooing, husky âoooohâ rumble away from tojiâs throat as he stared in awe.
âyour fingers are sooo- fuck-â youâre cut off by his tongue thatâs wetly slurping against your pussy. itâs so loud too, a carnal sound youâd probably never get used to.
tojiâs a sloppy man - proud ân entirely unashamed, especially when it came to you.
his long, ravened lashes were closed the entire time whilst he was trying to barrel thick fingers inside of your drooling core. youâre just so wet, dampening his fingers within each overwhelming inch that sinks inside your pussy. âbaby-â he breathily rasps, hearing the hurried huffs depart from your throat once he starts scissoring his digits inside of you. his fingertips were even bigger, and your toes were just pathetically curling up.
âtoji, i want a taste too.â
toji grumbles, nearly forgetting about venomâs presence. already - you had a good portion of his chin dripping with your essence. as tojiâs starting to create a decent, sloppy thrusting pace of his fingers, he spits on your clit.
âdonât be greedy. besides my tongueâs longer.â
âfine.â toji rolls his eyes, glancing at the glittery glob of spit thatâs straightly cascading down the slit of your cunt.
venom did have a point though -
he could stretch it out to be several feet long. tojiâs fingers continued to loudly thrust in and out of your sobbing, wet cunt before he nibbles against your nub. âmmch- sugar, can i try somethinâ with my tongue?â
âo.. okaay-â your voice cutely cracks, and youâre already starting to feel the irregular beats of your heart pick up at a much more frantic speed.
âhah- iâll have âta take my fingers out for it. might stretch you a bit,â and right as he says that you hear the drenched âpopâ sound splash away from between your trembly legs.
youâre damn near hysterical - temporarily pouting once youâre clenching around nothing but air once he pulls his fingers out.
down to his rounded, pointy knuckles â both fat fingers were glossed from top to bottom with streams of your gluey slick.
you heard a âwhooshâ from behind you, and your eyes slightly bulged once you felt a bit of drool splatter onto your back. youâre completely bare, and the only thing you currently had on was panties that toji lazily shoved to the side with his teeth earlier.
âbend.â
itâs venomâs voice this time, and the bass gruffly screaming in his tone had you already arching up. you whined, still feeling him shamelessly drooling on your bare backside.
you could hear him snarling quietly, hearing the slopping sound of his tongue rolling straight out of his hanging maw. curled, white eyes stare at your pretty pussy just on display, and venomâs tongue stretched out even farther.
âeyes⌠lungs⌠pancreasâŚâ his venomous, deep voice bellows after each word that leaves his dropping, wet lips. the chiseled, sharp teeth that decorated the inside of venomâs mouth were just so shiny.
you felt yourself throbbing at every second he spent widely staring at your body, admiring your nude physique.
large, blinking eyes finally flicker down between your thighs and you moan once he hungrily licks his long tongue across his salivating lips. once he teasingly brings the tip of his tongue to lick between the wet crevice of your leg, you whimpered as he finished his sentence. ââpussy.â
âo- oh.. my goood-â youâd croak, eyes instantly rolling back once the slimy tip of his tongue slaps its way against your hole.
slooowly, it slithers its way down until it reaches your opening. it was so long, the tip already reaching near your navel within half a second. itâs just huuuge, longer than tojiâs tongue by a mile. heâs just as ruthless too, dipping his way inside of your inviting cunt without muttering a single word.
youâre holding onto the edge of the couch for dear life, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as his tongue sloppily flops its way in and out of your throbbing pussy. venomâs a tease too, and every few seconds heâd purposely stretch the tip of his tongue even longer just to hear those pretty cries of yours pitch higher.
âuuugh.. s- so long, fuck-â youâd whine, gasping once you felt his flicking tongue occasionally slap against the sprawled arc of your thighs. unapologetically, venom creates a slimy, wet trail and heâs just straight-up licking you everywhere.
heâs not only licking your pussy, heâs gliding his tongue down your legs, around your legs, and of course -
he tends attention to his new favorite spot, your hole.
every time heâd lave the reddened, curly tip of his tongue at that particular spot - youâd let off the prettiest squeal. your eyes nearly popped out of their poor sockets as youâre left a stammering, babbling mess. messily, he swirls his extended tongue around your puckering hole before slithering it back down between the puffed folds of your pussy.
â âm not.. hah- not gonna last, toji-â
venom scoffs, but he could feel toji trying to take over. as you remained awkwardly hunched over the fluffy armrest of your sofa, you just couldnât get over how long venomâs tongue was.
just thinking about how many feet it was had you fluttering, and not just the kind of fluttering that occurs inside your stomach.
itâs wet, dripping everywhere down your legs as it continues to glissade up, down, ân around. you were impatiently spasming on his tongue the entire time as you were still arched over, chasing each incoming breath until your release decided to present itself.
venomâs tongue was widely thick too, and it just couldnât help but roll its way against the bare left cheek of your ass. youâre practically gasping for air at this point, on the verge of collapsing from the length of his tongue before he delves it in wholly.
âfuck- fuuuuck-â youâd squeak, drool moistly seeping from each corner of your lips.
steamy, hot breath tickles against your thigh as his tongue continued to drag its way through your sloppy cunt. every smacking slosh that you heard from between your yelping legs only grew louder, and youâre just gnawing on the bars of your fuckinâ enclosure.
youâre starting to cutely crawl forward, at least youâre trying to, but you gaspâfeeling one of venomâs long black tendrils curl its way around your torso.
âstay, girl.â
youâre moaning, eyes bulging wider once the tip of his tongue occasionally reaches near your pulsating g-spot. heâs so sloppy with it too, purposely diving his tongue at that same spot to make you cross-eyed.
your sweet melodic âoooohâ âs only pitched higher, and as his tongue continued to thrust in and out of your throbbing cunt, you felt his tendril delicately caressing down your skin. â âm gonna cummm-â youâd whine out, feeling the pathetic surrendering quake of your legs.
his tongue was just sooo vast ân wide - thickly stretching inside of your cunt before flicking the tip of his flat tongue all against your drenched, wet thighs.
within a blink of an eye, you hear a âswoofâ sound and toji ends up switching back to his original form. your kaleidoscope-like vision had you seeing bleary white splotches of pleasure. as each lively vein and axon located in your body gets harshly interrupted with a euphoric wave of elation, your highâs finally making its longly awaited appearance.
venomâs tongue which is now tojiâs tongue shrinks a bit, and the entire timeâyou feel it all inside of you. pulse after pulse after pulse . .
the scar that slit down the right side of his lip smeared against your pussy as he takes one big sluuuuurp.
toji groans, grabbing ahold of your rickety thighs before snickering lowly. âcâmon, pretty girl. give it t âme. hah- âm so thirsty,â he murmurs against your folds, his lips wetly gluing together with the help of your slick cascading down his stubbled chin.
youâre just shaking - your jaw dropped with your toes cutely curled together. toji softly slides another finger inside you and this time, it's his index finger.
your lips spread wide - parting into a cute, surprised âoâ once you feel a brief cold band of what feels like a ring. itâs his engagement ring, and after all this time he still wore it.
âf- fuck, tojiiiii-â youâd sob out, furrowed brows contorting as heâs trying to slide in each thick inch of his digit.
youâre drooling, and not just from your mouth.
ânever .. hngh- stopped lovinâ you, sweetheart,â toji grumbles, a smoky groan ripping out of his throat once he feels his dick twitching in his sweats.
tojiâs hard too, and you could even hear him let off a soft raspy whine once he started to roll his hips against the cushioned couch. âfuuuck- gonna make me cum too, ugh-â
the wet silver band of his engagement ring tickles against the inside of your core, and as he repeatedly pistons his thick digit in and out of your pussy, he kept flicking his tongue at the same time.
youâre shivering, feeling your hips dramatically stutter before the coil buried deep in your fluttering tummy finally snaps.
âfu- fuck!â youâd squall out a pretty near battle cry, purring off little shaky âahâ âs once you hear his final, repeating slurps.
tojiâs free hand already snuck underneath his sweats, and he was angrily pumping his veiny cock that hid underneath his boxers.
the white stripes of his underwear had âlethal protectorâ decorated around the upper strip of his boxers in bold white and purple â (venomâs idea of course)
as tojiâs kiss-stung lips practically glued against your pulsating clit, he drinks all of your slick juices. the top row of his teeth playfully snags against your nub as his long, dark lashes flutter shut.
but as youâre creaming on his tongue, toji grunts loudly.
his bare shaft thatâs hugged around his palm ends up releasing too from the tip, and he grumbles, feeling the inside of his stomach frantically tighten.
toji ends up cumming merely nanoseconds after you, and white splotches end up spraying over his stomach and on the burgundy cushion below you both.
âhah- fuck,â toji growls through honed, gritted teeth. heâs drenched with sweat, and heâs letting off guttural moans against your sweet cunt as his animalistic hips humped against the sofa. âmade a fuckinâ mess outta me, pretty girl. just like . . ya always do-â
as youâre still getting over your own teeth-shatter release, you end up sitting up. toji brings his slick-covered ring finger towards his scarred lips, giving it a teasing âlil suck before humming in content. âmy wifeâs always had the sweetest taste.â
âex-fiancĂŠe.â you corrected him, still feeling your thighs quake.
âoh, boo. same thing, sweetheart,â toji pants, and he saw how your eyes immediately dropped further down.
it starts near his chest. tojiâs chest was puffed out, and fuck was he buff. his arms were oh-so swole, and your gaze was entirely stuck to his body as he started to take off his sweater.
after that - came his tank top.
itâs dingy, a dirty color of white and you could even see a few curly black strands of chest hair poke near the center part.
as you were openly gawking - you didnât even realize you were crawling closer and closer toward him..
this probably wasnât a good idea.
youâd probably regret this tomorrow.
but, again - fuck it.
one more last time with your ex-fiance couldnât hurt that bad, right . . ?
âheh- come closer,â toji sits manspread, sprawling his beefy vein-covered arms over the edge of your sofa. âi donât bite but venom might.â
âshut up-â you mumbled, and toji inhaled a sharp breath at the familiar feeling of your touch.
as always - youâre just so gentle, tenderly tender with one of your palms wrapping over his sensitive erect length. itâs like he grew the last time you saw him, and from all the tannish-pink sides, it was overwhelmed with veins.
prodding, lightning-shaped veins.
tojiâs rounded tip was a pretty color of pink with splotches of glittery white where a few remnants of cum remained.
gruntingâtojiâs eyes briefly flap shut and you could see the core muscles in his stomach tightly flexing. a single vein throbs down the left side of his shaft as he feels your tongue flick against his frenulum.
speaking of - his poor, rosy-colored cockheadâs just tearing with glossy globules of pre-cum. you swirl your tongue around, hearing each low growling âo- oh fuck,â leave from tojiâs scarred lips.
if it was anything he missed more than you, it was your mouth. you always knew how to wrap your lips around his cock. ardently, toji bites his lip before he sees you reaching between your legs.
humming, he raises a brow as your hot throat starts to finally lower itself against his weighty cock. âmngh- poor baby. need a hand?â
â âm fine,â you grumbled through full lips, almost remembering just how big tojiâs dick really was.
seconds later and your lips were feeling tender just from the subtle gaping stretching it created. youâre letting off a symphony of muffled moans left and right as youâre trying to get his mushroomy tip to hit the roof of your mouth. as toji ogles at your bobbling head, he playfully pinches your nose.
âfuck- thaaatâs it, breathe.â he released the grip from your nostrils, hearing a faint noise of a gag.
he was just so thick, and your fingers werenât helping your impatient fervor at all. you werenât just throbbing anymore from between your legs you were twitching too.
a lustrous strand of saliva dribbles from the corner of your lips as you moan again - pretty, bleary eyes glancing back up at toji before you huff. with a sloppy, wet âpop!â noise, your drooling lips left his veiny cock.
âhm?â toji lets out a smoky exhale, a wide palm still softly placed on top of your head. he sees the needy little pout gradually spreading against your face before he smears his fat tip against your lips. âimpatient, wifey?â
âtoji-â you grumbled, not even caring anymore. your body knew all too well what it wanted. âjust fuck me.â
you wanted him - maybe even needed him.
toji knew what you wanted too, and god- you just wanted to wipe the smirk right off his face.
itâs like he could read you like a book. after saying just his name thoughâyou let off another gasp once he suddenly lifts you.
âhah- well then. upsieâ fuckin daisey, girl. i gotcha.â
strenuous, hefty arms carry you as heâs stomping down your hallway. emerald-green eyes occasionally leer at the few hung paintings and wall decorations that are displayed on your wall.
of course, toji knew where your bedroom was because thatâs exactly where he was taking you.
never before had your jaw dropped wider.
once tojiâs aligning his blushing, plump tip against your already sobbing pussy you knew it was game over. toji had you in one of his favorite positions - prone bone.
almost like before, your face was down with your pretty, wriggling ass raised. a long, rectangular mirror was propped up in front of you and toji was just silently drinking in every lewd expression that contorted against your face.
his sweats - his boxers, everything seemed to disappear and all he wore was that same black suit with a carved âspiderâ looking symbol on his chest.
âmhm- look at how wet she is for me, fuck-â toji grumbles, carnally admiring how your clit was just fluttering with a jumble of aroused pulses.
âyou mean us.â
âus, right.â toji rolls his eyes at venomâs remark, forgetting how you couldnât hear him at all.
you were just drenched, and as he ran a swollen thumb down your slivering slit, he hummed.
if he squinted just enough, your pussy wouldâve easily resembled a flower - so so pretty.
toji groans, and you hear a bit of a faint whoosh sound.
right before your eyes as youâre arched over, you watched how he was now wearing all black. like from before â it was the suit, the suit whenever he transformed into venom but toji was still there.
ruffled, black strands nearly blocked both of his eyes before he damply smacks his mushroomy tip against your weeping cunt.
ângh- toji, donât tease me-â
âpatience, sweetheart-â he grumbles through gritted teeth, and your lips part into an even wider âoâ once heâs sliding the head of his cock back and forth against your puffed folds.
your thighs were eagerly trembling - direly waiting for him to just go inside.
tojiâs cock was so ridiculously fat - each slap against your pussy with just his tip alone had you dizzy. the minuscule, sizzling buds in your mouth made the entirety of your tongue water as you were just babbling those same whimpers.
âdunno whoâs louder.â he licks his lips, still tasting remnants of your cloyingly sweet juices on his tongue. as heâs still toying with you, you moaned once you heard that familiar welcoming squeeelch.
tojiâs starting to ease his way inside - already creating a huge, gaping stretch with just his tip alone.
the sweet âo- oh shitâ that pours from your syrupy lips was mere music to his ears. tenderly, a hand wraps around your throat from behind, making you look at yourself through the mirror.
his shadow alone, you saw it - venomâs eerily presence, his silhouette shadowing behind toji, and he was even bigger. you gulped, feeling your tummy take a few resists and turns as heâs still trying to make his way inside.
âmake her arch more.â
toji brings a hand toward your back, gently pressing down to make you sit upright. heâs just so big, and your brows were already compressing and curling all from his thick size.
he was barely even a few inches in and yet it felt like he was stuffing you to the brim. unsteady, wobbly arms remained pierced into the cushioned mattress as you could just feel tojiâs cunning grin from behind you.
âfuck- so fuckinâ big, tojiii-â
ânice ân big just for you, wifey,â he purrs, and youâre whimpering once he rubs the frigid band of his wedding ring against your pussy again. the sloshes started to grow more wet after each barreling stretch, and youâre just gasping for air at this point. âcâmon big girl, let's make it fit like old times. gimme that pretty biiiig stretch- fuck.â
tojiâs halfway in when he groans, feeling your heart-shaped insides instinctively clench around him. itâs almost cute, and heâs leaning against your ass to where his weightâs just hovering on top of you. the same hand that was holding onto your throat softens its grip, and he gives you a teasing kiss on the side of your mouth.
as your neck raised a little, you tried to wiggle your hips. fuck, you tried something, anything so he could just move.
toji lowly chortles at your cute agitation before gifting the right cheek of your ass with a rude spank.
âohhh, whatâs all this? want me to move, yeah?â
âpleaseplease-â
your words were a soft-spoken mumble, and tojiâs just about all the way in now. after heâs bottomed out, his cock stiffens inside of you as you tried to writhe against his hips.
your dripping cunt was still as loud as ever, squelching with numerous pretty sloshing sounds. kissing near the back of your neck, toji whispers hoarsely, âheh- shame, yâer pussyâs speakinâ up for you, pretty mama. but i need âta hear you,â and you moaned, eyes nearly rolling back at the sheer warmth of tojiâs chiseled frame laid flat against your flesh. âplease what?â
âf- fuuuck me, toji. please- just fuck me.â
within every swallowing inchâyou felt tojiâs thick, heavy cock trying to squeeze itself in. youâre whimpering, staring ahead with bleary, lust-like eyes as heâs taking you from behind.
heâs so obnoxiously big, but from the inside, he was even bigger.
his sharpened pelvis presents one thrust to you - just a single, vigorous thrust and you feel like you are gonna break.
fall over like you were just some fragile, porcelain doll on the verge of shattering into smithereens. all because of his damn hips. âugh-â toji grumbles, a small hiss leaving his lips at the sticky contact your sharply slapping ass makes against his lower half.
âi wanna taste her more.â
âknock yâerself out, pal.â toji huffs at another one of venomâs whines, sucking his teeth at how your insides just clamped around him.
your half-open eyes were just wandering everywhere with white flickering through your sockets as your mouth remained agape. the crown of his cock reaches a deep, deep, deep area, and the thing that made you whine was feeling venomâs long tongue.
again.
itâs slick ân sticky, slithering out of his dropped jaw as the wet tip licks down the path of your arched spine. he feels you shiver, and toji groans as heâs still ruthlessly pounding you into the creeping mattress. your mind still couldnât wrap around how abnormally loooong venomâs tongue was, it was so long that he could curl it around your waist if he wanted.
âgood .. girl.â
you couldnât hear himâbut you felt his presence, his eerie presence behind you as tojiâs heavy weight leans riiiight up against your ass.
your slick was dripping down his cock as he was sloppily sliding his way in and out, each papping sound of thighs causing your ears to ring like bells. fuzzed cotton stuffs your ears as youâre even starting to drool yourself, clawing at the sheets as tojiâs fucking you senseless.
âhah- such a pretty girl, thatâs it- fuck-â he groans, biting his tongue once heâs met with the sticky sensation of your cunt noisily slapping back against his sharpened pelvis.
hit after hit after hit - and you could just about taste every beat of your heart. his hips were mean, just slamming into you after each filth of a millisecond.
delicately - tojiâs thumb caresses the middle part of your throat before he makes you meet his dirty gaze in the mirror. âlook,â he huskily purrs, slowing his thrusts down purposely to match your delayed, drawn-out pants.
you shuddered underneath himâmoaning once you felt the tip of venomâs tongue snake its way around your trembling thighs. though bleary, droopy eyes and a tongue fully lolled out of your spit-glittery lips, you glanced at yourself in the mirror.
the image of yourself being rammed from behind by toji in his jet-black âvenomâ whatever you'd call it suit would now constantly be etched in your brain.
as tojiâs behind you, his other hand brings your waist up for a better angle. you whined, feeling a bit of his chest hair softly tickle against your spine as he grinds against your ass. heâs thick inside, molding your clammy insides after every primal, eye-rolling thrust.
âthere she is, heyy sweetheart,â and his voice drops. itâs a low, guttural low with the right amount of breath that makes you shamefully throb. leaning in, toji playfully licks the side of your cheek before whispering airily. âwhat happened to all that attitude earlier, hm?â
ângh, fuck you-â you moaned, gasping once you felt venomâs tendril crawl its way between your legs. itâs so slimy, creating glossy trails of wetness against your already wet thighs before it wraps around one of your legs.
âno, fuck you.â toji grumbles, creating an invisible trail of kisses down your neck.
âmake me c- cum then.â you tried to talk back but youâre instantly silenced by the feeling of tojiâs heavy, fat cock dipping near your g-spot.
the ridges of his cock thatâs got more of a lean curve were enough to have you collapse right there. heâs hitting you good from the inside, massaging through your clingy walls as the two of you both grunt in carnal unison. âoh! fuuuck- fuck, right there, hngh-â
toji brings a hand over your mouthâa palm that muffles your reoccurring whines ân whimpers before he hits that same spot again..
he treats your cute âlil g-spot like a target, his accuracy is precise every single time. your legs quavered as he felt you twitching - so so close that your orgasm was just like the edge of your strawberry-colored tongue.
âyeah, right - fuuuckinâ, there?â and even tojiâs voice was starting to tremble.
heâs just about there too - the more heâs whacking his achingly, swollen tip against your tender spot the more heâs feeling his base start to grow more and more full.
youâre whimpering, the syrupy taste of your saliva pouring past the cracks of your lips whilst gluing against his palm. venomâs ravened tendrils remained curled around your thighs too, a tight enough grip to where the hold wouldn't loosen so easily.
âthere, toji- pleaaaase,â youâre damn near begging now, sweet pretty pleads of mercy sliding from your lips as the bed groans in the background. heâs deep, massaging your walls as your pussy relaxed squelch after sobbing squelch.
tojiâs tip was a blushing, hot red - and each time he pistons his hips, he delves his way even further against your pretty g-spot.
stringently, it prods prods prods until it just canât anymore and youâre left with your jaw goofily hung open, agape and all as youâre staring at the cross-eyed expression thatâs mirrored right in front of you.
your reflection was practically mocking you it seemed, and once you came on his cock again, you let out the most harmonic squeal.
âmhn- there we go, sugar. sloooow, hah- nice ân slow, fuck-â his voice pitches hoarsely as heâs gripping both of your swerving hips. as your backâs still laid flat against the plump sheets of your mattressâtoji flops right against you.
heâs just close - so so close that you felt the smooth, latex-like material of his suit grind against your skin.
his abs - so naturally sharped and carved, every single row of his chiseled pecs rubbed against your sweat-glossed back and youâre just whimpering out those same pretty babbles for more more more..
with a black quirked brow, toji grunts in your ear whilst venomâs tendrils mindlessly wrap around your waist.
tenderly, his scarred, callused lift your hips just a bit more to get a deeper angle - and fuck, thatâs when tojiâs just about at his inevitable peak too.
âhngh- cum . . cum insiiide-â you whined, sheeny pouty lips of yours curving into a disappointed frown once you hear and feel the wet, sloppy pop. heavy, ragged breaths collided down your spine as you felt tojiâs rough chest lay flat against your back.
his shaft slipped out of you, and you couldnât help the small âlil moan that pried its way from your raw chords. youâre clenching around nothing now, and you even tried to sneak a hand down between your legs.
with a soft whack - you pull your hand back, feeling the brief millisecond feeling of venomâs tendril giving your impatient hand a tiny spank.
âsilly little woman.â
âour wifeâs always been impatient,â toji snickers lowly, wrapping his palm around his veiny, thick cock. he takes two deep breaths before plap after plap, and heâs just smacking his mushroomy tip against your slobbering cunt.
again.
âtoji, tojiiiii-â youâd moan at the occasional tender stings from each playful hit. his tipâs so perfectly round ân plump, just gifting your pretty pussy with various hits. âbreed me, fuuuck- donât miss, pleaseplease-â
in his head, heâs counting each sloppy slap of his creamy tip tapping against your folds. he could just hear the sheer neediness in your voice, and thatâs when toji starts to align himself again.
youâre throbbing ridiculously - muttering out faint, inaudible whimpers of âpleaseâ and âfuckâ âs as heâs sliding his ruby-red crownhead up and down the drooling slope of your pussy.
âmhm, needy âlil thing. canât go a second without throbbing,â toji groans, watching as your right thigh starts to twitch. as his ripped abdomen presses further into yours, he brings a wet kiss toward your left shoulder blade. â âs that what you really want, sweetheart? for me to finish ins- oh, fuck.â
with a sharp, three-second hiss - toji feels his hips shudder. itâs a warning, a warning that he was about to erupt and fuck, you felt every prominent vein on his ramming cock pulse through your core.
vehemently, his rhythm turns from sprightly to sloppy within seconds and heâs raising your leg slightly. â âm cumming, sugar. better.. hah- pussy better swallow it all like a good girl, ugh-â
with your squished chin resting on top of your arm, you stared at the lewd reflected image of yourself and toji through the mirror that hung across the two of you.
like a madman - heâs drilling into your very being with venomâs dark silhouette hovering over you both.
heâs reaching such deep, tender areas and youâre whimpering after each slapping thrust.
âtoji- uuuh- toji, mgh-â youâd whimper, his hits against your ass with his pelvis being so vicious that you could almost taste it.
itâs so powerful - each direct hit that he flawlessly slams into with his cock has your cute, dilated pupils spiraling into permanent cartoony circles. with the help of venom, toji ends up stretching his dick just a few more inches inside of you, and your mouth drops.
his tip swirls its way around your gripping pussy before itâs finally coming to its risquĂŠ end.
youâre laid flat on your mattress as nothing but a tiny, inaudible gasp-like âfuckâ drags its way from your lips. tojiâs cock that stretch stretch stretched just a little bit more ended up gifting the lower part of your tummy with a protruding bump.
he finishes in the rawest, lecherous manner, flooding every corner ân crevice of your gripping walls with syrupy, white cum. your thighs that glued together perfectly were greeted with a few welcoming dewdrops of tojiâs slick mess. rough, callused fingertips ran ahold of your waist and you could feel him writhing behind you.
hooded, olive eyes zero down your body, and the natural sheet of sweat that decorated a path down your arched back.
god.
âheh- thatâs my gi-â
âwe arenât finished,â you uttered, grabbing tojiâs bulky shoulders and lightly shoving him on his back. with a surprised yet amused âuufâ he lands as his half-opened eyes stare at the dripping, creamy mess streaming from between your legs. âlie back.â
venom, being tojiâs conscious once more, snickers at your audacity as he watches the scene of you straddling his host.
âtojo buddy, if you wonât re-marry her, i will.â
âdude, i told you, itâs toji, and shut the hell u- fuuuck.â
⥠⥠âĄ
position after position after position and you gave toji an absolute run for his money. he didnât expect at all for you to have as much stamina competing with him and venom combined. you even lost count of how many mind-boggling, eye-rolling, tear-jerking orgasms youâve got snatched out of you. itâs probably been hours, and you and toji were merely both at your inevitable limits.
heâs stuffed you full with sooo many seconds and thirds and fourths and even fifths of sweltering cum that you felt like you were about to burst.
tojiâs entirely milked out - or at least, he thinks he is, and now, youâre straddling him.
youâre straddling him, but from behind.
with lazy, droopy eyes, toji slides the tip of his tongue across the seam of his scarred lips as he watches you move. âmhm, gonna go reverse on me, yeah pretty girl?â he huffs, already feeling the slickly torrid mess stick against his thighs.
youâre reaaaal slow - a torturous type of slow that nearly does tojiâs head in. heâs peering at your ass moving, but youâre not bouncing.
youâre not bouncing because he and you both knew that not only were you close again but he was too.
tojiâs entire body felt hot, preparing lava. the humid, scorching temperature sizzles and arises after each bestial-like slam of your hips and he grunts. âgod, yâer a⌠hah- little brat, arentcha.â
âaw, do you need a break, toji?â
âyes he does-â venom tried to chime in.
âno- no, i donât,â toji breathes gruffly, beads and beads of sweat tearing down each side of his face. his hairâs all ruffled and unkempt, black strands nearly blocking his vision as his thick neck tosses itself back. âatta girl, ride it then. ride it like itâs fuckinâ yours, baby.â
slap one - and you moaned, hearing and feeling tojiâs harsh palm swat against your right left ass cheek.
slap two - and you gasped, his hand smacking against the right.
and the third and final slap - itâs from venom, and one of his tendrils that sloppily slides from between your thighs noisily slaps against your already full, cum-dripping pussy.
tojiâs jaw significantly tightens as he just watches in awe, silently gawking at the familiar sight heâs always loved seeing â his pretty âlil wife straddling him, heâs missed it, heâs missed you.
âfuck-â you held in a whine by giving the flat of your tongue a soft nibbles.
his cock from all girthy sides was just so fat, and the curve that stretches through your core every time you spring back down against his lap drives you both up the first street of insanity.
this reversing angleâitâs so intimate, and itâs always been one of tojiâs weaknesses.
as youâre winding your hips âround in a hypnotic, perfect figure eight, venomâs just nagging all in tojiâs ear.
the symbioteâs bored, and by the second heâs only getting more and more aroused. with a low grumble, toji told him to just wait then heâd get his turn. hopefully.
you almost did forget about the whole âparasiteâ thing, but who were you to complain, let alone ask questions?
your legs sprawled nice and wide, and youâre nearly squatting as your cunt continued to swallow every inch of his cock. itâs so wide too, deeply prodding inside âtill it reaches that pretty cervix of yours.
the curly, black hairs that stuck beneath tojiâs slick-covered shaft tickled you, and youâre just panting continuously like a greyhound.
âsugar, fuck- bring those hips back to me like that, mhm. right there, right fuckinâ there . . please-â
please.
oh, heâs begging.
as you maintained a secure grip on his shaky knees with your hands, you heard the wanton tremor in tojiâs voice.
by now, heâs reclined allll the way back against your plush pillows with his legs feeling like complete mush. fuck, youâve probably rode him to death, because he could barely hold onto your hips anymore.
âtoji⌠hah- cum with me, baby-â you mumbled, feeling his clammy fingertips slither down the sides of your waist.
like a wooden chairâyouâre just rocking and rocking, not even minding the constant grunts and bellowing groans of your outdated boxspring that sits beneath your mattress.
itâs just so slick - your pussy, itâs sliding up ân down tojiâs cock and he heard every clamoring, wet splat. heâs just almost mesmerized at how well you knew how to take him every time. his mouthâs as dry as itâs ever been, and youâre starting to feel that oh-so-familiar fluttering pool of butterflies stir in the lower pits of your tummy.
âheh, you called me baby-â
âshut up.â
âmake m- ngh-â
blinking thrice, toji grunts once he feels your hand wrap around his neck. youâre still facing forwardâriding him in reverse with your arm extended from behind you.
his neck was just so thick that you could barely bring all five fingers to squeeze his neck. âcute-â toji slyly titters, but his brattiness fatally comes to an end once heâs starting to feel his dick twitch.
his body - itâs rumbling, and your cuntâs pulsing increases after each slapping thrust. the stimulation always knew how to make your head spin, and for a second, it just felt like time indefinitely paused.
torrid, cloud breaths draw away straight from tojiâs puffed-out chest and he groans. heâs riiight there, heâs right there and he could feel his creamy tip thatâs messily poking around your insides trying to cling around your warmth.
as youâre just vigorously slapping your ass against his lap now, heâs left speechless.
âo- oh, oh sugar- your fuckinâ hips, yeahyeaaah-â and heâs whimpering now, long black lashes sticking together with what appears to be tears.
tojiâs holding onto your rotating waist tightly, breathing through his nose as he hears each popping slosh of your cunt preparing to wring him dry for the nth time.
âtoji, somethingâs about to-â youâd blurt, pausing mid-sentence, keeping both hands on his knees. tojiâs tearing up at the sloppy, vicious strings of cum that threatens to depart from both pairs of slapping thighs that slap louder after each violent pound.
his dickâs all red ân swollen, from top to bottom as itâs covered with veins that paint the shriveling sides. your legs were about to give out at any second and so was his.
tojiâs tip which was oh-so round ends up massaging your tightening walls perfectly, smothering your sensitive g-spot with a plethora of sweet french kisses.
âah-â you squeal, your eyes widening as youâre coming to your end again. your throat - it feels so hot, so parched and youâre just gradually being led to your release. the adequate force of your brutal, tossing hips makes tojiâs leafy irises reel further back.
glittery, wet lashes stick together piercing both pads of thumbprints into your ridden flesh â and oh, heâs cumming for whatâs probably the umpteenth time now.
you both succumb to pleasure and youâre each hit with rippling waves and waves of swelling pleasure. finally, your legs end up collapsing and your jawâs left goofily hanging.
you end up gushing, clenching internally as your labored breaths get tangled in your full lungs. itâs so wet, and as tojiâs cock remained buried idly past the taut ring of your entrance, heâs pouring yet another milky wad of cum inside of you. itâs thick and smooth like honey, stickily melting inside of you like butter.
âmhm, f.. fuck-â you kissed your teeth, hearing tojiâs heavy, defeated breaths exhale from behind you.
the air in the room felt so intoxicating - cloudy. as you sat still on his lap with his leaking cock still lodged inside of you, that same aroma of pure filth and intimacy smacks your nostrils right in the face.
its citrusy with a hint of sweetness, and your thighs couldnât help but shudder above his.
âgood girl, heh- think ya cured me just f- fine.â toji hoarsely murmurs, taking every few seconds to breathe.
two rough hands gingerly raise your hips, widely peering at the frothy, white ring that coats around his tan base. pearly, clear slick of your own mess stuck against your thighs as you let off muffled moans.
everything felt so tender - and in every millisecond that passed, you felt all ropes of tojiâs cum plug you to the very fullest. âcâmere, girl-â he groggily murmured, and you gasped, feeling one of venomâs tendrils wrap around your waist.
with a swift movement â youâre pulled closer, breaking the distance between the two of you. toji smashes his scarred lips against yours, slipping off occasional husky whimpers in your mouth as he felt your fingers wrap around his flaccid cock. his whines pitch higher, and your thumb runs down a prodding vein that twitches from your touch.
itâs an intense, breath-snatching kiss that leaves you both gasping for air after each smack of departure from lips. as you moaned in his mouth, you could still taste remnants of your treacly arousal on his tongue.
âi love-â he whispers between kisses, and you slide out a whine once you feel venomâs tendrils swirl around your waist.
heartbeats pulsed rapidly, matching tempos of each other as your tongue disappeared inside tojiâs mouth.he grunts, bringing his crimson kiss-bitten lips toward the crack of your jaw as your mouth remains agape.
â-you. s âmuch, f- fuck, you sure know how to milk me, sugar. reminds me of our . . hah- honeymoon.â
âjust . . stop talking,â you roll your eyesâstill feeling the after-effects of your bodyâs sensitive convulsions. you still felt so stuffed, still feeling the gooey remnants of cum trickle out of your dewy pussy. as tojiâs eyes remained hooded and drooped, he flashes you that same smug grin. âi still- love you too-â
âthereâs my girl,â toji huskily whispers against your lips, circling a thumb over the line that curves above the top of your mouth. you moaned, watching as he brought your hand up to his before kissing it -
repeatedly, before he brought your empty ring finger up toward his lips and kissed it. âmwah,â and you felt your pulse pick up before feeling tojiâs broad arms pick you up. âup and at âem, wifey.â
but once youâre positioned to lay flat on your back, thatâs when venom switches with toji again. youâre met with the same overly tall, massive âparasiteâ with a dozen rows of whetted, white teeth.
venom slowly opens his jaw â showcasing his long, dripping pink tongue that dampens even more once he sees your filled pussy twitching solely at the sound of his venomous, deep voice.
all over his body, heâs covered with veins, and as your eyes trail ân trail way down, you land at his abs and stop just below his waistline.
your eyes widened as you felt hands softly grab your hips, and he brought one of his tendrils to make you face the other way.
a sultry-sounding moan escapes out of your raw throat as your face plants against your pillow.
âmmgh-â and you let off a surprised breathy gasp, feeling not one but a pair of two rockhard things slapping against the entrance of your bare cunt.
[ SUM ] - toji agreeing to be a parent chaperone just so he can be with his sonâs hot sixth grade teacher for three whole days.
[ PAIRING ] - mma!toji fushiguro x teacher!reader
[ CONTENT ] - nsfw, dilf toji, unprotected, pet names, toji cums a lot, obsessed, age gap (37 + 24), fantasizing, spit play, biting, hickies, breeding kink, teasing, perverted toji, morally ambiguous toji, creampies, squirting, slight dub-con (both drunk), spanking, cute toji dad moments,
[ WORD COUNT ] - ?? def over 10k (Iâll fix this later)
[ A/N ] - just a head ups half way through spelling and grammar have not been checkedâŚ.anyways hereâs a long ass fic â lets just say in honor of the s3 trailer!!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
âaha!â donât tap out on me, teach,â tojiâs laugh was deep and husky as he pounded his throbbing hard cock into the squishy velvety walls of his sonâs sixth grade teacher.
your eyes were crossed, senses focused on nothing but the lewd stretch that had drool running down your cheek. âyâr such a fuckinâ nghâ mess.â you try to sputter a reply, but only a moan comes out. desperate and slutty. âis this the same mouth youâre usinâ to talk to my son?â
toji is lifting you up, arm wrapping over your chest, and his cock sliding even deeper inside, your walls stretch as your eyes bulge. your back arches from his chest, nails sliding down his forearm and bicep as you feel him so deep in your tummy. âtojiâŚangh!â your sweet moans turn even dirtier as you cry on his lap, trying to turn your head.
âaww you wanna stop?â he grunts driving his hips rougher, your tears looked like gems as they fall from your eyes. âthought ngh i said weââ
ânoâŚno,â youâre gasping, head turned to glance at the sweaty fighter, his cheeks flushed, sweat clinging to his skin. âkiss meâŚ.please.â
his eyes widen.
âfuck.â
his hard abs clench and you cry as you feel his cock somehow grow inside you, his veins throbbing as he drops his head to your shoulder. his hips stutter as he feels your mixed arousal that rims his base, the lewd mixed juices slide down his balls and coat his thighs creating a sticky mess that only makes his arms flex. âyouâre fuckinâ killing me.â
your mind isnât even fully registering anything, but toji was on the verge of breaking. his head roughly turns, crashing his lips with yours.
how did he end up fucking his sonâs sixth grade teacher on a school field trip?
toji didnât know how mean it was, but he started paying attention to his sonâs rants just recently, only because nine times out of ten, heâll mention his homeroom teacher. the one that called him in earlier in this year after megumi got into a fight.
it was bothersome. kids fight. for heavens sake, thatâs his job, however, when megumi came back with a note insisting that his parents come speak to her, and not an assistant or nanny, is when toji dragged his ass from the gym to his sons little middle school. toji never really bothered with megumiâs school life, occasionally asking if his grades were up and listening when the boy rants a couple times about his idiot friends.
toji wasnât negligent, he obviously cares deeply about his son, hell, his son is the only thing he cares about. so of course as his only provider, he needs to take care of him, give him the best life he could ask for, especially knowing how toji grew up, he only ever wants the very best for his only child. in other words, he doesnât have much time to visit his sonâs school all that much because of his very demanding career.
anyways, megumi was waiting by the front of the school, as toji walked up. sitting beside him was the same pink-haired kid that was always over at his house. his eyes brightened when he saw the fighter.
âhi mr. toji!â yuuji was definitely tojiâs biggest fan.
âkid.â the acknowledgment was enough for yuuji to smile even brighter. âwhere am i supposed to go?â tojiâs hands were deep in his pockets. he didnât even bother changing out of his sweaty gym clothes, and he still had some bandaids wrapped around his knuckles.
megumi glanced up, eyes narrow. âdid you even shower?â
âyou said 3:30.â
âitâs 4 now.â
toji stared blankly. âshow me the way or Iâm leaving.â megumi stood up, yuuji bouncing up to follow too.
âhey mr. toji, you shouldâve showered,â yuuji says walking backwards, his hands behind his head. toji raises a brow at his smug attitude. yuuji shrugs, continuing on. âms. l/n likes things that smell good,â he says raising a finger. âlike flowers, and chocolates and candy and maybe the ocean, and sheâs really pretty, so if you smell sweaty then sheâll probably be upset.â
idiots, toji rolls his eyes. âwell itâs too late now.â yuuji shrugs, looking at megumi who shrugs as well. this peaks tojiâs sudden suspicion. since when was megumi aware of things like that?
toji watches as megumi and yuuji skip up to the door labeled 6C. they peak through the door window before swinging it open.
âhi ms. l/n!â yuuji shouts.
thereâs a distant laugh, as toji follows the kids inside. âwhatâre you still doing here?â
oh shit.
toji felt like time stopped, and a wave of pink and fuzzy flowers hit him.
you were sitting cross legged at the desk as yuuji leaned over the table, and megumi leaned against the board beside you. both boys so naturally in their element it almost felt like you knew them better than he did. which might be true.
his eyes rack up, not really knowing what to say. heâd met megumiâs teachers in elementary school, but none of them looked like this. he didnât say anything for a moment, until your eyes perk up catching him standing by the door.
âoh, you must be megumiâs dad,â you quickly stand up, your dress naturally falling perfectly, as you extend a hand out for him. âitâs great to finally meet you.â
your eyes were as bright as your voice, looking directly into his dark emerald eyes, it threw him for a loop. he glanced down at your hand before gently grasping it, his hand easily dwarfing yours.
when he touched your hand, there were noticeable callouses on his palm and fingers. you knew who he was, but you also knew that it was your job to take care of these kids. he studied your skin for a moment, noticing how smooth it was. he tried to keep his touch light somehow hyper aware now of how clammy his hands are, and that he probably stinks.
âlikewise.â he replies, his voice deep and a bit raspy, matching his appearance.
you turn to look at megumi and yuuji by your desk, it gave you a momentary chance to catch your breath as you feel how warm your cheeks are. âokay boys, go wait outside, I need to talk to your dad alone.â
yuuji sighs dramatically, but the two hum walking away, but megumi briefly stops beside you, his eyes saying just enough for you to understand. toji raises a brow, but megumi ignores him, disappearing outside. brat.
you motion toji to sit at one of the desks in front which he obliges. the material of his black sweats stretch over his thighs as he sits. why the hell are you even taking note of that! this is harder than you expected.
you sit at your chair, your dress rests right above your knees, it wasnât the kind of dress he sees on the women at his matches. it was an adorable little sun dress that fit a middle school teacher, yet it was still tight around the waist and breasts, hugging you so well he so desperately wanted to press a hand right on your tummy to see how big his palm was compared to you and yet he found himself getting irked that he definitely smells bad. fucking brats were right, he shouldâve showered.
âmegumi is a sweet boy. heâs very smart and soft-spoken,â you praise, âhowever, he also doesnât seem to understand that we should keep our hands to ourselves. especially at school.â toji nods along, thankful he can keep his mind distracted from his sonâs surprisingly attractive school teacher, âI think I wrote on the note, but he got into a fight with the upperclassman boys during lunch and he gave them both black eyes. weâre lucky he didnât break their noses.â
his arms are crossed over his chest, his black compression shirt stretching around his large biceps, your mind blanking for a moment as you see the thick veins. you should have dress codes for these meeting because his arms were so beautifully structured, definitely for fighting and forâ
toji nods at your comment. he knew megumi had a habit of getting into fights with older kids, but maybe having him as a father was rubbing off on him in the wrong way.
âI can imagine gumi was defending himself. he usually gets into fights when theyâre messing with him.â
âI understand defending yourself, but causing these upperclassmen to bleed from their mouths and noses and sending them to the hospital is highly unacceptable,â your brows pinch as you speak. youâve heard comments from the other teachers about megumiâs father. his whole life is about fighting, but you had to get through to him about his eleven year old son. âI understand things may be different at home, but megumi should learn that this isnât the right way to solve problems.â
your eyes were so big and adorable. he leans back in his seat slightly, he had a hard time thinking anything else other than the adorable expression on your face. you were determined to get your point across, and the way your brows scrunched slightly had him reeling.
âIâll talk to him about it,â he hums, voice low. He didnât like being told what to do, especially when it came to megumi, but heâll concede. just this once.
your eyes seem to light up immediately. you definitely expected that to be much harder than it was. his other teachers have said theyâve tried tooth and nail to get meetings with megumiâs dad but failed.
âthatâs great!â you laugh lightly. âI was expecting a little more of a fight.â you confess.
he raised a brow, tilting his head slightly â fuck that was hot. âand why would you think that?â
âmost parents get defensive,â you stand up, fixing your dress again, his eyes glance over your figure again.
âwell Iâm glad Iâm not like most parents,â he leans forward. heâs seen his fair share of women, but this time it felt wrong. ogling at your figure and seeing your slightly low neckline felt like it was forbidden territory. who was he kidding, you were his sonâs teacher and you definitely look much younger than the other teachers around here. âhow do you like teaching?â
you tilt your head in surprise, gaze slowly wandering around the classroom walls. âitâs nice.â you smile to yourself. âi never took myself seriously, and wouldâve never thought Iâd be teaching middle schoolers, but now that i am itâs nice.â your eyes find his again, blushing slightly when you realize he never took his eyes off you.
âI wouldnât have expected a pretty young girl teaching a bunch of bratty middle schoolers though.â
your cheeks flush at the compliment, laughing lightly. âmost of them are not so bad.â
âmost of them,â he raises a brow, making you laugh a little louder. his heart souring at the sound.
âthey can be pretty mean sometimes,â you confess with a laugh, almost like youâre talking to a friend now. he lets out a low chuckle, leaning back in the chair, stretching out his muscular legs as he relaxed. normally he hated parent-teacher meetings, but this was much more comfortable than he expected, especially since it was you in front of him and not some old lady nagging him about his sonâs behavior.
âI donât doubt that.â he said with a slight nod, âIâve gotten my fair share of glares and insults from gumi.â
your eyes widen. âmegumi? really?â
he quirks a brow, âis it that shocking?â
âyes!â youâre pressed against the front of the desk, leaning forward as you hold the edge of your desk now, shocked. âi mean he gets into fights with some of the kids, but heâs always so respectful to the teachers.â
he raises his brow, âhe might be respectful, but that could just be because itâs you.â his eyes follow the way your expression softens, fixing yourself on the desk. every little move you make catches his attention. it was addicting just watching you be you. no wonder those two brats were all over you. it should be criminal for a woman like you to be stuck as a teacher. âI canât imagine anyone being mean to you.â
it was so easy pulling a smile from you, and yet he felt like he was the only one that should see the way your eyes dart away from his, pretending like you werenât affected by his compliments. you were trying to stay professional, which made the idea of getting you flustered more appealing.
âyouâd think,â you manage to respond. âmiddle schoolers are moody kids. theyâve definitely made some other teachers cry.â
he chuckled again, making you flush a little hotter just by the sound. it was so low, and you hate to sound like a stupid girl, but it was manly. youâve seen your fair share of attractive parents, but there was just something about this man in particular that set your heart racing, but heâs also a very well known athlete, even though you havenât seen any of his matches. everyone probably reacts the same considering heâs basically a celebrity.
âand have they made you cry?â
his dark green eyes were intense, and you met them with a light hearted smile, resisting the urge to absolutely melt. âno.â
he let out an amused sound at your answer. ânot even once?â he teased, his smirk widening slightly. ânot a single kid has ever been able to make you cry?â
you lean back on the desk, absolutely letting every single guard down as your dress rises a couple inches up your thigh. it felt so natural speaking to him. maybe subconsciously knowing exactly how heâs looking at you right now gave you more confidence.
âmaybe Iâm lucky, or Iâm just not sensitive.â you glance up at the ceiling for a moment. his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes taking in the fat of your thighs just imagining the thought of pushing his body between your legs, hands grabbing at the flesh as you lay flat on your desk. do school teachers wear shorts or only panties underneathâŚ
your eyes suddenly light up. âone kid a couple weeks ago got mad at me for giving him detention and he said i only did that because Iâm not married so I have no reason to go home. that hurt my pride a bit.â you laugh.
âdamnn, thatâs pretty cruel.â but he doesnât miss a second to add. ânot married, really?â he hums. âno husband waiting at home for you?â
you laugh shaking your head. âno, definitely not. Iâm just a baby.â
and he couldnât help but feel relieved hearing you say that, the idea of someone else coming home to you didnât sit right with him. âboyfriend then?â he asked, eyes burning into you. he wanted to know that no one else was there. he honestly didnât know why he needed to know so badly, it wouldâve been better if you did have someone, that way he could control himself. and yet just the thought of that made him nauseous. if there was someone else hearing your laughs in private, making you smile, kissing your lips, touching your soft skinâ
ânope, just me.â
thank god!
âthatâs hard to believe.â
you roll your eyes at the flattery. âno seriously. maybe thatâs why Iâm okay with this job taking up all my time.â you laugh, trying to mask the slight embarrassment, because you donât exactly know if youâre being judged right now. youâre still in your early twenties, itâs not that hard to believe that youâre singleâ
âif it was up to me, I wouldnât let you teach all these kids if you were single,â heâs looking at you intently.
your cheeks feel warm as you watch him sit straight, but you egg him on. âwhy?â
he looks at you as if youâd just asked a stupid question. ânothing,â he stood up. you were beautiful, sweet, and speaking to you right now, heâd be an idiot if he didnât think other students dads were thinking the same lewd thoughts he was having right now. the teacher their students love is an absolute catch and she doesnât seem to like being a teacher that much anyways.
so many taboo lines could be crossed. âso your dream is to teach kids?â
your lips part in shock. you hesitate. âno. but itâs not bad.â you feel slightly offended, almost getting defensive right now. does it show that youâd rather have a different occupation? you love these kids butâŚ
he raises a brow, stepping in front of the desk, hands deep in his pockets. even though you were leaning against the desk, having him standing in front of you just made the height difference even more obvious. âthen what is your dream, sweetheart.â
you bite your cheek, heart beating a little quicker, not even fully processing what he called you. he smirked when you accepted it, too focused on his questionâ
âhow much longer!?â the loud yell startled you both. you stand up straight as you look over at megumi and yuuji by the open door. toji nearly forgot they were waiting. almost wishing the brats were kidnapped. his eyes dart away from you, a scowl forming on his face.
âwe have practice, dadâ.
he let out a light huff, his eyes darting back over to you for a moment before focusing his gaze on the two kids.
âgo wait in the hallway,â he huffs, he wanted to hear what you had to say.
âitâs fine. weâre finished.â you hop off the desk, smiling gently at toji as you resume your role as his sonâs teacher. he resisted the urge to push back because the way you were looking at him immediately had him submitting. âit was great finally meeting you, and thank you for coming in today, mr. fushiguro.â
he gave a slight nod, the eye contact overwhelming, so much so that you had to look away.
ânow i already spoke to you megumi, and youâre gonna listen, right?â your sweet voice was absolutely mouth watering.
megumi grimaced, biting his cheek as he avoided your gaze until a rough hand landed on his head. âhe better, Iâll make sure of it, teach.â
tojiâs wink sent a flustered swarm breaking inside you. your cheeks stinging as your eyes go wide. a glint sparked in his gaze at your reaction.
yuuji lunged as well, wrapping his arm around megumiâs shoulder. âdonât worry ms. l/n, Iâll keep megumi in check!â his loud boisterous laugh made you laugh, especially when megumi elbowed him, grumbling about how he always needs to take care of yuuji, not the other way around.
toji let out a scoff as the two boys playfully argued with each other, megumi always seemed annoyed by yuuji, but they both knew how much they cared about each other. so instead, toji grabbed them both by the collar, dragging them to the door. the two boys were kicking each other, but the weight of the two twelve year old boys was nothing to toji, and you couldnât help but laugh as a small heat spread across your cheeks as his large form retreated away from you.
âtill next time. and ya better have an answer then,â his eyes bore into yours, the sounds of the boys looking up and asking what answer repeatedly didnât stop you from humming, a little more energetic than you should be. he somehow had a way of breaking past your walls in a single conversation. hopefully that doesnât make you seem easyâŚ
âthatâs if I ever you come again,â the small tease had a smirk pulling at his lips. somehow the idea of not seeing you again actually bothered him more than he realized.
âweâll see about that.â
and with that he left. dragging the two boys who continued bickering and grabbing at the man, asking what that whole exchange meant. especially megumi who was wondering if he was in trouble or not.
however the second he left your sight, you were covering your face. your face beyond hot as your mind spun. never before had a parent had this sort of affect on you.
the way he looked at you.
the way he spoke.
he was so attractive, he was so big, his biceps were the size of your face. so beyond different from every other parent you ever spoke to. he could probably pick you up with one arm.
his presence alone was enough to have you feeling dizzy. and when he shook your hand, the way his wrapped effortlessly around yours, the calloused palm rubbing against you, his scent invading your nose.
and if that wasnât as bad as it already was, the way he called you sweetheart had you absolutely melting between your legs!
but you have to get over it. you do.
however, unlike you, toji sits on the bench on the soccer field, only thinking about how heâll see you again. when is parent teacher conferences, do they still have parents night in middle school? is there a talent show megumi has that he can force him to do so he can come and see you??
â
the following week, megumi stands frozen by the door. âwhatâre you doing?â
toji looks up, shoes tied. âdropping you off.â
âwhy?â
âbecause.â
âbecause why?â
âbecauseâbecauseââ tojiâs stuttering was ticking him off as he meets megumiâs very skeptical expression. âyouâre a kid, you donât ask questions.â
âI only ask questions,â megumi grabs his bag, watching his father intently as he looks over his surprisingly clean dress pants, along with the casual lose buttons on his dress shirt and rolled up sleeves. âi thought you were gonna be at the gym all day?â
âi am.â toji pauses, megumiâs brow is raised high. âI have a meeting before.â
âsince when?â
tojiâs nerve throbs, grabbing megumiâs bag and pulling him out of the house. âyou ask too many fucking questions.â
the moment toji pulls up in front of the school, his eyes scan the entire lot in seconds. his hands immediately turning.
âwhat? whatâre you doing?! Im gonna be late,â megumi shouts as toji drives around the entire school again.
âzip it kid, i had an arm spasm.â megumi glares at his dad, slouching in the passenger seat. the loop around takes another five minutes until they pull up again.
and toji will definitely lie and say itâs fate and not him purposely driving slow, because walking up the pavement is the only person heâs been thinking about for the entire week.
âfinally,â megumi grumbles as he yanks the door handle swinging it open. toji being the fein he is barks a loud.
âno fights alright!â
megumi flinches.
why did he yell that?! and why now?! all the kids around start snickering and staring as they walk past them, getting a look at his dad as well, which gets a few more murmurs out.
megumi slams the door shut, pissed as he glares at his father. but thatâs when a certain young teacher comes along, tojiâs eyes lighting up.
âgood morning, megumi,â your sweet delicate voice had megumi flushing with embarrassment. you definitely came over because you heard his dad shouting like a crazy person, and not because all those little middle school girls were ogling at megumiâs fatherâŚ
âgood mornin, teach.â
the low rumble of his voice had you glancing up. there was no harm in coming to say good morning. you just met with him last week, it would be impolite if you ignored that.
âmr. fushiguro,â you acknowledge, and that definitely made the manâs entire day. megumi licks his teeth in annoyance. âit looks like you both talked.â you glance at megumi with a gentle smile causing the boy to smile up at you. toji snickers. practically leaning over the passenger seat to speak to you. he knew that he was being ridiculous, but he could care less.
his smile widened as you looked up at him, his eyes staring intently, fuck he missed those eyes. âwe did. gave him a good talking to, he wonât get into any fights â unless they start them.â
he leaned over the wheel, his arms resting against it, causing his shirt to tighten around his biceps. he looked good, you felt your face heat up. you should leave, and yet you find yourself staying a little longer.
fantasizing about him was one thing, but seeing him again here was making your heart race.
âi hope you guys werenât late to megumiâs practice the other week.â
megumi is about to answer until toji cuts him off, ignoring megumiâs annoyed glare. âwe werenât, donât worry. megumi and the other kidââ
âyuuji.â megumi mutters.
âtheyâre always late on their own.â
you laugh under your breath, your hand falling gently on top of megumiâs head. âare you sure itâs not because youâre taking them there?â
he huffed leaning back, âpositive, besides the meeting we had was importantâ.
you hum, âit was.â toji smiles, eyes lighting up as he draws you closer to the passenger window as you both continue speaking not even realizing megumi has slipped away and into the school.
toji loved the way you easily spoke, the way your sweet voice filled his ears. he somehow managed to have you walk around the car to his side, so he can show you something on his phone.
your smile lights up when he shows you a picture of a three year old megumi sitting on his shoulders after he won his first title in light-heavyweight.
âoh my god, is that megumi, heâs so cute.â
toji snickers. âya it was before he turned into an annoying brat.â
âdonât say that,â you laugh. tojiâs arm was propped on the windowsill, your scent flooding his senses as you leaned close, looking at the picture. he could practically feel your soft skin touch his arm, the heat radiating off your body. if he only knew his sonâs teacher was a seductress. âyou look so young too.â
he chuckled again, âthis was probably around 10 years ago. do i look that old now?â
you shake your head, turning to look at him. âno, you donât. I donât see any grey hairs.â
âis that the only indicator?â he tilts his head, staring at you so intently that you canât break eye contact either. the green eyes were so deep and overwhelming, you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. you feel the heat crawling up your neck because you can see that he looks older and more mature here than in the picture. but he still has a youth about him that makes your skin hot.
his eyes are still as beautiful as they are in the picture.
âyou think my eyes are beautiful?â
your eyes go wide. âwhaââ you feel like a schoolgirl now, your face feeling so unbelievably hot especially when he leans a little closer, still leaning his arm on the window. now staring right up at you with his face so close to yours.
âi justâŚâ never before have you been so tongue tied. your eyes so big as they glance everywhere in the car, heat flooding your ears.
his laugh fills your ear as he leans back into his seat, his palm gently coming up to fix your hair, thumb brushing your cheekbone only to get your attention back to him. âdonât worry, sweetheart. I wonât tease you too much.â
whaaaat?!
you were dumbstruck. did he just say that?
your skin feels so hot as you fiddle with your necklace trying to cool down. âhow kind of you.â you sarcastically remark, trying to save some face as you feel his hand continue caressing your cheek.
if any parent or teacher saw what was happening you have no idea how you would explain yourself, but you didnât even have time to think about it because tojiâs phone suddenly went off.
you notice his jaw clenching, making you somehow swell with pride, but also relief because he turns his attention away from you to his phone, answering.
he stares up at you, hand not leaving your cheek as he listens to the shouting on the other end.
where the fuck are you! you were supposed to be here at six! youâre not on a bender rightâ
âI was dropping megumi at schoolââ
doesnât he take the bus?!!!
âhe asked. Iâll be there ââ
NOW!!
âalright!â toji hangs up aggressively, and notices that youâve stepped back, a smile pulling at your lips.
he tsks, upset heâs no longer feeling your warm skin. âour conversations are always interrupted.â
you donât know why him looking dejected makes you dance inside. youâre definitely reading too much into it.
you hum, âthey are.â you laugh lightly, which somehow makes him want to descend into the heavens. âI should also head inside, the bells about to ring.â toji is left speechless as you fix your bag on your shoulder, offering him the most precious smile ever. âIâll see you later.â
he just sat there and nodded, watching you walk into the school. he let out a long breath when you disappeared through the doors. his heart was hammering in his chest and his ears were hot.
this woman was going to be the death of him.
what followed after was no surprise. toji was dropping megumi off and picking him up every. single. day.
megumi definitely grew to despise it because all anyone would talk about in school now was how they saw his dad this morning, or how he came an hour early to pick him up. what made things worse is that they told their parents, and some would drop their kids off just to catch a glimpse of the famous A-list athlete. some even having the gall to ask for a photo or autograph.
what toji didnât realize though is that heâs not going to see you every time. sometimes heâd wait a little longer in the car line to see if you were coming up, but most of the time heâd get yelled at by another teacher to keep the line moving. megumi would often rush him after school to get him and yuuji to practice. it was frustrating. especially when toji was also getting an ear full when heâd come to the gym late.
but when he would see you, heâd flirt talk to you. and just learning more about you like these were little dates to him so that you occupied his mind every single second of every hour. he finally learned your age after pushing you to answer when you graduated high school. and then some more about your favorite food. but all these conversations would last less than five minutes because youâd have to run back inside and heâs have to head back to the gym to train.
that was all before his golden ticket came in with his son.
âa field trip?â
megumi hums sitting on the bench at the gym. âya, just sign it for me. yuuji wants to find some turtles at the beach near there.â
âya its gonna be so much fun!â yuuji jumps beside him. both kids not bothering to talk about the history behind the location of their school trip or any of the important stuffâ
tojiâs eyes widen. âit says they need chaperones for the boys.â
megumi looks up, brow raised. âya so?â
âis your dad chaperoning yuuji?â
megumi feels a weird energy surround his dad, his eyes almost look manic as yuuji shakes his head still playing on megumiâs Nintendo. ânah heâs taking choso to look at colleges.â
toji feels jittery, and nothing is stopping him now.
â
your hand was struggling in your bag as you looked around for your keys. it was getting a little late and you didnât like staying at the school after sundown. you push the doors open. a large figure comes at you making you scream.
âItâs just me!â toji laughs, you hit him with your bag. hard. âow!â he laughs harder.
âwhat the fuck, that scared me to death.â you gasp, catching your breath. toji whistles, making you glance up, annoyed.
he has to hold in a laugh. âaw come on, it was an accident.â a smirk slowly forms on his lips as you huff out a sigh, reluctantly easing up. you were so damn cute right now.
âyou should know not to sneak up on women at night,â you huff feeling how hot your cheeks are, slightly embarrassed about your reaction, but still annoyed.
he smirked, watching the way you tried to fix your hair.
âsorry sweetheart,â he said in a low mumble. he could see your flushed cheeks, it made you look just so adorable right now and he almost wanted to make you more flustered.
your body tensed as he knelt down in front of you. his shoulder brushed against your leg making your cheeks flood pink. his hair looked damp, and unkept, he probably took a shower before coming here. you got a whiff as he passed down. fuck he smelled so good, but you almost missed his raw scent the first time you met.
toji could practically feel the heat radiating off your body as he picked up your keys. you mustâve dropped them when he came outta nowhere. he stood back up, towering over you, his eyes never leaving your face. he felt his smirk widen, he leaned down, your faces now a few inches apart. he felt your hands shake as he placed it back into your small palm.
âthanks,â you mutter. It was like he was stealing each breath out of you. you werenât even registering the questions you should be asking, because you couldnât stop looking at his face. his deep green eyes, the hypnotizing scar on his lip. he was so addicting to look at. you wanted to know what it feels like to kiss him.
he liked the way you mumbled, your voice sounding so incredibly soft. he felt his body grow hot. something slowly building up inside him, because damnit you were so unbelievably cute right now. he had to resist the urge to pull you closer, to press your body against his, he wanted toâ
the door suddenly clicked behind you, making you both jump back for a second. it was just one of the janitors, you smile politely bidding him goodnight as you turn back to toji.
âsorry umââ
cursing inwardly at the disruption, he took out the paper from his pocket and handed it to you.
âmegumiâs field trip.â
âoh,â you take the paper, âyou couldâve waited until tomorrow and megumi couldâve brought it in.â
he shrugged, his eyes practically burning into yours right now. âmaybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you.â
you freeze momentarily, well that was blunt. you rub your cheek, laughing lightly. thatâs when you notice the additional document attached to the note.
âwait this is just forâŚâ
âchaperoneâs.â
you look up.
oh fuck me.
the days following were absolute chaos. well only for you. every night you went to sleep all you thought about was the fact that toji fushiguro was coming on a school trip with you. when you were in the shower you thought about him, when you walked to the grocery store you thought about him. when you were packing your bag, you thought about him!
then it finally came.
DAY 1
the entire seventh grade was going on the trip. it was also your first time chaperoning on an overnight trip so you did your best to follow your superiors leads. every teacher was assigned one parent chaperone to help on the 4 hour bus ride and thenâŚ
âIâll go with ms. l/n,â toji didnât even wait for himself to be assigned. your eyes go wide. you donât notice some of the other teachers were looking at you. one of the older teacherâs who was about to read the assigned list pausesâŚ
âoh mr. fushiguro, we had you assigned withââ
âIâd rather stay with my sonâs bus. is that a problem?â
you bite your cheek. it definitely would be a problem since the contract he signed stated that heâll be assigned the group given to him, but that is also if youâre not a celebrity as big as him.
he knew damn well that he was breaking a rule, but he couldnât have cared less. he wanted to sit with you, he wanted to be near you, he needed to be near you. and if that meant he had to be a bit of a dick, then thatâs what he had to do. he sat down on the bus, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched you place your bag on the seat beside him across the aisle.
you stood at the front of the bus as you clapped your hands twice and the students mimicked you, well not all, but most.
âokay guys, Iâm just gonna say one more time. Weâre gonna have 4 stops for bathrooms, so please use them when you have the chance so we donât have a delay. okay?â
he watched you intently as you spoke to the students, his eyes not once leaving your face. you looked beautiful and he had to force himself to stop staring at you. but he couldnât, not when you were so close to him, he could also smell your flowery fragrance that made him slightly dizzy.
âIâm going to do roll call one more time, raise your hand and answer when I call you,â you start reading your list. once all the students respond, the bus starts up and you take your seat. you couldnât ignore him either, so you turned to toji. âIâm sure you read the email, mr. fushiguro, but Iâll just go over some really quick things with you since we have the timeââ
âtoji.â he blurts. you pause for a moment but then nod. you begin going over procedures for the students in case of an emergency, also how he should keep his ringer on in case a student needs to get in contact.
however the more you speak the less and less he cares about these formalities and just wants to know more about you.
âso weâll be together for most of the time?â he asks.
you pause, your lips part for a moment. before you hum, âyes, but thatâs if the students have all successfully made an itinerary with their group, since the purpose of this trip is to give them responsibility and just complete the assignments throughout these 3 days.â
âthen shouldnât we make our own itinerary?â
you laugh shaking your head, âno I donât think so. weâll tag along with groups here and there.â
he pouts slightly, his smirk slowly disappearing from his face when you chuckle at his idea. and you find it slightly flustering to see him upset at your response. did he seriously come on this trip to be around you? thereâs no way?
he hums, shifting in his seat once more. âbut the students will be all broken up into groups, isnât that right? Iâll find something to do.â
you didnât know what he meant by that, but the bus ride continued. it was quite enjoyable, minus the screaming that you had to continuously go back to silence. megumi came up a couple times asking for chips from his dad, and Yuuji would always come up to the front, until they just decided to sit up with you and some of the other kids came and joined as you all laughed and played. it was funny playing mafia with a bunch of middle schoolers. toji never played it before so it was amusing hearing nobara, one of the other girls, and megumi explain it to him.
âletâs just start playing!â yuuji whines, growing impatient.
toji raises a confused brow in your direction and you stifle a laugh, shrugging.
it was funny hearing nobara narrate the story, and it was even more funny when toji and you opened your eyes. he gave you a confused look.
âwe are the killersâ you mouth trying not to make a sound to not give yourself away.
and still he managed to give himself away since the first person he killed in the game wasnât his son and it was common knowledge among the students that you either make megumi a killer, or doctor, if not you kill him right away because he always manages to end the game in two rounds because he guesses who everyone is. which was exactly what happened. toji was voted off easily and you in the next. it was impressive.
the students continued playing, they had a lot of energy, toji was even more impressed how fast you were keeping up with all of them. you also were getting some work done of your own. answering texts from other teachers.
âOkay guys, last bathroom break!â the students all file out, pushing past you as they run to the bathrooms, some heading to the little convenience store. âcalmly guys!â you shout after them. you put your hands on your hips, your eyes scanning the desolate rest stop.
toji comes up behind you, âare we first or last?â
you look over your shoulder, âlast, mrs. tanaka said they were able to miss the traffic we hit.â you frown scrolling through your phone as you check the messages that most of the buses already arrived at the hotel.
toji leans down, his presence overwhelming as you feel him reading your messages.
âare you worried?â
âwhat? no,â you close your phone, forcing out a smile as you pat his arm. woah! your cheeks flush feeling his large biceps. your hand retracts when you realize your hand actually stayed on his arm.
his tongue pokes his cheek, trying hard not to smile, because he can already feel how hot his cheeks are. âyou can keep your hands on me, I donât mind.â
your face burns. âiâIâm gonna use the bathroom.â you quickly scurry off, glancing back watching toji lean back on his heels stuffing his big hands into his pocket as he smiles back at you. fuck!
the students bring you back to reality as they fool around in the rest stop. you call the ones in the store as they load up the bus. âtoji?â
he looks up at you, his green eyes so attentive you wanted to pat his head. you flush at the thought, patting a grown manâs head, as if he isnât older than you and has a child. âcan you check the boys bathroom? weâre missing two.â
toji hums, his hands come out of his pockets as he walks to the bathroom. your eyes track his large figure as he walks away. the expanse of his shoulders made your cheeks flush, imagining what heâd look like shirtless, muscles moving under your palm as he rails into you.
ahh stop it! you cover your face.
âms. l/n, are you okay?â nobara is staring at you with a weird look.
âwha-yea im fine, hope on the bus,â you gently push her towards the bus which she immediately skips onto. you follow suite doing another head count before two other boys run onto the bus followed by toji.
he sighs, âone of them was throwing up.â your eyes grow wide, âheâs fine, i think heâs just sick of the long ride.â
you immediately move to the back of the bus to speak to the student, he allows you to bring him to the front of the bus so the motion sickness isnât as bad. eventually the bus continues, the students fall silent. the traffic horrendous, most of you end of falling asleep, and that includes you.
only a few students were awake, but as for the rest they were dead silent. the seats were slightly uncomfortable, but toji turned to look at you.
he notices the way your head bangs against the bus window, his eyes squinting as he grows more and more concerned youâll get a concussion, thatâs a little dramatic, but still, how could you blame him, you looked so delicate. he gently moves the bag in the seat beside you and sits down. he carefully lifts the arm rest and moves his hand to cup your head. heâs careful not to disturb your sleep when he puts his coat between the window and you.
well that is until you shift your body to rest your head on his shoulder.
toji feels your body relax, sleeping peacefully on his strong shoulder. your soft breaths like music to his ears, as he rests his head back. sleep not coming easy for him he stays awake, and watches over the bus in your stead.
another hour passes until the bus comes to halt. the day now night as the kids start to wake up. youâre still fast asleep, and toji couldnât help the swell in his chest seeing how heavy of a sleeper you are. but he should probably wake you up, but he couldnât bring himself to, not when heâs seeing your calm features resting so adorably.
âweâre here!â yuujiâs loud yell like a morning alarm.
toji flinched, suppressing an angry bark when you stirred awake from the call. you sigh softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you wake up.
a low whistle has you blinking. the first thing you see is toji looking down at you with an expression you canât quite read, and then standing around is some kids as they simultaneously ooo and laugh.
âteach was sleeping on mr. fushiguro!â
âteach and mister sitting on a treeee K I Sââ
the taunting kids make you roll your eyes as you sit up.
âeveryone back to your seats!â you huff, shooing them as you stand up, only to see the large coat slip down. he catches it, eyes boring up at you.
âsleep well?â he smiles, and it absolutely breaks your heart, this man!! you internally scream, his green eyes and the twitch of his scar, the dark black hair over his eyes had you meltinggg. and the way heâs looking up at you, an immediate blush takes over your entire body.
âmhm,â you reply softly, and his eyes glint with something you have to turn away from.
you do another roll call before getting off the bus. the kids flood into the hotel and luckily some other teachers waited for you and helped with rooms for the kids. everyone was sent on their way and you felt a relief once you unlocked the key to your room, closing it behind youâ
âteach.â
you whip around to see toji standing at the doorway, holding the door open with his strong hand.
âyes?â
tojiâs eyes fell to your lips, back to your eyes, pretending like you didnât see that, but you did. âyou left this on the table,â he says, extending your packet of the schedule. you really must be tired.
âoh! thank you, oh my god, that wouldâve been sooo bad if I lost that,â you laugh, taking the packet. but he doesnât let go. your brows crease adorably as you look up at him. and heâs looking at you with that look again. âmr. fusââ
âif you need anything else, let me know. okay?â his firm request sent flutters breaking inside you. you nod, and he lets go. âgood night, sweetheart.â
âg-good night.â
you watch the door close, until you feel your hand reaching out and then your body is coming out as you call him. he barely took a few steps as he turns at your voice. âi uhâŚâ whatâre you doing? why did you even call him? but youâre hypnotized by his presence, you almost didnât want him to go. whatâre you talking about? youâll see him in the morningâ
âgonna finish your sentence, honey?â
you mentally slap yourself. âit slipped my mind. nevermind. goodnight.â you disappear back to your room, missing the smirk that splits the fighters face. fucking adorable. it was on the tip of your tongue.
the next morning was packed, the students came down for breakfast, they were placed in their groups and the entire class went to mandatory orientation, then to a museum as they filled out packets, before lunch came and it was finally free time. the students all splitting into their groups and exploring the small historical town. yuuji led megumi, nobara, and junpei to the beach heâs been waiting to see.
âhowâre you holding up?â toji appears beside you. you slump, sighing heavily.
âI didnât know school trips were this exhausting when I was in school,â you complain just a little. toji chuckles, his hand coming up, carefully fixing the hair from your cheek. his eyes glance down at your lips again, then back into your eyes. âitâs just day one,â he teases.
âyay,â you fake enthusiasm, as he laughs with you, still brushing your cheek with his thumb. âwe should check with some of the kids.â
âshouldnât they be figuring out that shit themselves?â toji doesnât let you escape. âya, but what elseââ tojiâs hand slips down to yours and takes it as he leads you in a direction. âwhere are we going?â
âI donât know, letâs explore,â he pulls you closer to him and if anyone looked over they would think you were a couple, and to be honest, you loved that thought. your hand didnât even try to break away from his, embracing how he basically engulfs your small palm in his. you mindlessly follow him around until something catches your eye and you go there then there, pointing and explaining random facts.
âhow do you know that?â
âoh i studied architecture and art history,â you explain as youâre standing at a shrine. toji has a hand on your lower back as he leans over looking at the statue youâre pointing at. youâve gotten used to smelling his cologne, but with the long day his natural musk is mixed in making you dizzy. heâs gently stroking a thumb on your lower back, almost like he always wants you to be conscious of his touch.
ding ding ding
you check your phone. on the chat, yuuji sent multiple photos of his group by the water on the beach, along with the turtles they found. your eyes widen, âyuuji actually found them.â
âweâre close by them,â toji looks over, and he immediately takes your hand and you both head to the beach. when you arrive most of the groups came, everyone having the same idea. it wouldnât be bad for toji, that is until you retract your hand. your eyes flicker over his, a silent apology.
you donât necessarily know what youâre apologizing about, but still. the rest of the day was spent with the kids playing with the turtles. you and a few teachers explaining the wild life here, along with the turtles. then you conclude with a circle on the beach with each group presenting what they learned today and so on.
dinner came at a perfect time. the kids all filing into the hotel restaurant, taking their seats and of course toji sitting with you and a few other teachers.
honestly, looking at himself, toji thought he was a good sport. entertaining these other teachers and chaperons even after the kids went back to their rooms to sleep and you all stayed for a few light drinks. they asked him questions he definitely hated answering, but when your sole attention was on him, he made due with it.
âare ya thinkin of retiring anytime?â one of the other dads asked, fully invested in toji.
toji licked his teeth, clearly annoyed as the questions got a little more intrusive. âweâll see,â his clipped reply almost only seemed to clock in on your part as you sensed his mood shift. especially as the questions got more intimidate asking if megumi takes after him, or if heâll allow him to start fighting early.
thatâs when you decided to stand up, covering your mouth with a fake yawn. âItâs getting pretty late. Iâm gonna knock out.â you speak to the table, but give toji a brief glance, inviting him to take the out, which he immediately does.
âIâm knocking in too then,â he stands up, easily leading you both out of the restaurant, unbothered by the looks the adults give him.
âfuck, theyâre nosy as shit,â he mutters to you as you both step out and into the elevators.
âyea, sorry,â you cringe, but he shakes it off.
âno need for you to apologize,â he shrugs, rubbing his nose. you glance over at him, smiling as you rest a hand on his forearm.
âthank you again for volunteering. honestly, itâs premature since we still have two more days, but youâve been a big help so far,â you say, and toji canât help cracking a smile.
âitâs my pleasure. spending time with you doesnât feel like work,â he coolly replies, allowing you to look him over with your adorable eyes.
âof course thatâs not what I meant,â you mutter, he can see you trying not to smile.
âdonât tell me the best part of the day wasnât walking with me?â he leans closer to you. âdo you hold hands with every studentâs dad?â
âno.â
âso am I special?â he pushes, hand gently playing with your hand.
the elevator stops on your floor. you sigh as you bring a hand up to his chest.
âour floor.â
âour room?â
âno,â you brush him as he follows you with a smirk. hands deep in his pockets as he looks at you from behind.
âyou can have the extra key to my room,â he waves it to you as he walks you to your room.
âand why would I take it?â your smirk widens, glancing up at him.
âof course for safety. in case you feel like you need a strong man to protect the model teacher whoâs all alone at night in an unknown town,â he smiles, hand against your door caging you in.
âyeah?â your tone was low and breathy, only luring him down to your eye level, humming deep in his chest. âbut then I wonât be comfortable sleepinâ,â you pull him in with your words.
his voice drops, taking the bait, âand whyâs that?â
âwell because I sleep with a t-shirt,â you pause, âonly.â
Tojiâs smile cracks, heat flooding his ears as he drops his gaze to your lips. âthatâs not a problem for me.â
you canât believe youâre actually flirting with a studentâs dad. you didnât feel like a teacher, no, you really felt like a girl in her twenties (which you well are) easily teasing a man into bed.
âhaving a stranger so close to me in bed?â you whisper, smiling when his lips hovers so close to you. âthatâs scary.â
ânah, itâs for safety,â he leans in, breath fanning against your face.
unfortunately, when his lips hovered over yours, the booming footsteps and shouting immediately pulled you apart. toji pulled away as you both looked over to your right seeing four boys racing through the hotel floor.
âhey, boys!â you whisper shout, sliding by toji as you speed walk to the boys. all but leaving the six foot-five fighter pressing his face into the door.
after sending the boys back to their rooms with a heavy lecture, you walk back to your room slightly disappointed when toji wasnât there. it was a long day, you didnât blame him for going to bed early. but when you saw his room card in front of your door when you stepped inside you couldnât contain you the heat that spread across your cheeks.
⌠DAY 2 âŚ
most women found toji attractive. hell even men were jealous of his physique and face card. but does any of that excuse the slight annoyance you felt going through the aquarium and seeing the workers near the starfish flirt with toji as the kids in your group stuck their hands in the tank to pet the starfish and other aquatic creatures. probably not, but fuck it.
the small disgusting twist in your gut that came up when you saw toji smile and let out a laugh almost had you rolling your eyes. so being the pity twenty-four year old, you decided to open your mouth.
âtoji,â you call his name before you can think twice about it. you force a smile when he turns to look at you. âcan you come help me over here,â you call out from across the tank.
âoh, I can help you miss,â another worker at aquarium pops next to you making you jump from the surprise.
toji continues looking at you and he notices the way you shake your head. âoh sorry, itâs has to do with the studentsâŚpaperworkâŚI mean,â you clear your throat nodding your head as the worker gives you an odd look that you can immediately note was a âsheâs weirdâ. but at least you donât catch the way toji is biting back a smirk as you call him again.
he easily struts over, his black t-shirt and black cargos, hugging his frame so when he stood beside you you were almost thankful that he blocked your view from the workers.
âyes, teach?â you can hear the smug smile in his voice before you even look at him.
âwell,â you start, subtly glancing around for some lie you can make up, but toji crossing his big muscular arms showing off his veins and giving you a look you donât even want to begin to decipher, wasnât fucking helping. âjust stay here. I forgot what I needed, but if I need somethingâŚjust be near me,â you clear your throat looking up at him with confidence. âthatâs your jobâŚas a parent chaperon, okay?â
âokay,â he says with the biggest smile.
maybe you shouldâve just let him talk to the workers, but youâd never admit that it made you jealous that this thirty-something year old man was focused on something that isnât you. even when you both were walking behind the students on a hike to some shrines in the mountains, you were glad as fuck that he stayed right beside you and not upfront with the guides.
âyou couldâve just said you didnât want me talking to other girls and I wouldâve listened,â Tojiâs voice slips on the air as he walks beside you.
you scoff, âwell thatâd be ridiculous to say, especially because that wasnât why I said it. if you remember, it said on the parent slip it that chaperons are the teachers assistants, basically.â you glance confidently at toji and heâs kissing his teeth as he holds back a smirk. you were a fucking brat. he definitely wouldâve lost that bet. âso just stay near me.â
âI was near you at the aquarium,â he pushes, because shit, heâll always tease the bait.
âyou were distracted, thatâs not being present, and itâs against the rules,â you roll your eyes, moving to tie your hair up the longer up the mountain youâre going. you loved a good hike, but the heat was a death sentence, so was this windbreaker.
âi was just asking the sweet worker about the starfishâŚto educate the kids of course,â his choice of words was definitely on purpose.
the group makes it to the shrine as they all scramble to look around.
you turn on your heel looking up at toji. âit didnât look like that.â you try to hold back your criticism, not realizing that heâs trying to get a rise out of you because this revelation heâs discovered is definitely not something heâs gonna let go of.
âwhat did it look like then, hm?â he leans in, crossing his arms as he pushes his hair back, the sweat from the heat making his hair shine and his muscles constrict in his tight shirt. âdid it look like i was flirting with her?â
you deadpan, âyeah, it did.â
âis that an issue?â he pushes.
âif itâs when youâre working, then yes it is,â your words are clipped, he was almost getting a hard-on with your attitude.
âso if itâs not in front of you or the kids?â he muses.
âyes.â
âbecause youâll get jealous then,â his words once again make a vein unironically bulge from your forehead. you cup your cheeks.
âthatâs not whyâI just said why,â you exhale, and he finds it hilarious how well you control your emotions with your students but when itâs with him, you have to take some deep breaths. âIâm not jealous.â you state. âitâs professionalism.â
âso us holding hands is?ââ
your eyes narrow.
âIâm not complaining, I just donât know if I should also be holding Mrs. Takadaâs hand too?â he doesnât loose eye contact as you stare into his soul. âtell me what I can and canât do, teach, Iâm a good listener, I just need to be told what do to.â you were frustrated because you couldnât tell if his choice of words were purposely submissive, especially with that smug look on his face as you tried hard to read him.
âyou canât hold anyone elseâs hand,â you finally mutter, not before rubbing your cheek as you turn to look at the other students circling the guide as the other teachers tell them to quiet up and listen. âyouâre my assistant, so thatâs the reason.â
âunderstood,â his reply is punctuated by a step towards you, his lips ghosting you ear as his other hand sneaks around your waist. âIâll keep my hands on you, so I donât get you all mad at me again.â his cool voice went straight into your core as you felt your face burn red.
âI wasnât mad,â you push his hand off you; finally distancing yourself from the shameless man.
however, toji listened. he was polite with the other teachers, curt and short with the female guide that tried to talk to him more when the students were roaming around the shrine, but it was pretty easy for him to side-step her and follow megumi and his friends as the huddled around a lizard they found.
âwoahh is he gonna shapeshift?â Yuuji reaches out for the lizard only for it to run away. toji stays around the kids especially when they continue their hike up to another shrine at the top of the mountain. of course, it was fun hanging out with his son and his friends. but it also made your attitude more obvious the longer the hike went on.
especially when there was a broken step and toji was helping the kids up, only for your turn to come and you telling him you can go up yourself.
he had to bite back a scoff, he almost forgot you were basically straight out of college, and definitely stubborn as shit. but still his hand hovered behind you as you climbed up and you didnât look back once. it was almost making him want to rub himself because of how fucking bratty youâre being. but still he continued to flirt with you, because why else did he come on this trip.
âdad?â
toji looks behind him to see megumi and yuuji still by the shrine while the rest of the group is already heading back down the mountain.
âyeah?â tojj raises a brow for megumi to continue. thatâs when yuuji interrupts with your name.
âshe went looking for nobara, but theyâre not back yet,â yuuji shakes his head like a dramatic eleven year old. âI told nobara thereâs no bathrooms behind the shrine, but she just went anyways.â
toji concerned now glances behind him to see the group now fully gone and the sun setting. now that he thinks back, he hasnât seen you since they entered the shrine for a tour. âwhen did the girl leave?â
âlike awhile ago,â yuuji sighs again dramatically, not fully grasping that thatâs not a very helpful answer.
toji looks at megumi.
âit was around twenty minutes ago, when teacher followed after her,â megumi answers.
âyouâre just repeating what I said,â yuuji narrows his eyes at megumi who brushes him off as he looks up at his dad whoâs glancing around the empty shrine. the stand was already closed and it was getting dark.
âstay with me, kay, hold my hand,â toji extends his left hand for megumi to take, while yuuji held onto megumiâs hand. toji quickly pulled out his phone to text the WhatsApp chat with the other chaperons and teachers letting them know he was with two other students and will be down. right after he called you. with one ring it immediately went to voicemail. âare you fuckinâ with me right now?â
he walks around the shrine with megumi and yuuji in tow as he called again and same thing. your phone was definitely dead because you always answered your phone. that orâ
now with the sun completely set, toji pulled out the flashlight from megumiâs bag as he went deeper into the woods behind the shrine. yuuji was clutching megumiâs arm as megumi held on his dadâs shirt. toji called your name, a little louder the deeper they went in.
âdad?â megumi glances up to, but toji ignores his worries as he continues shouting your name and yuuji easily mimics tojiâs concern as he shouts for nobara.
ânobara!!â
after another fifteen minutes in the woods, toji receives a call from one of the teachers and immediately answers.
âhello, just checking if you guys are still up there?â she asks, and includes if you and nobara are with him because your phone had died the moment you arrived at the shrine.
âI have megumi and yuuji, but weâre looking for the other two,â tojiâs voice was strained. he really shouldâve listened to you and stayed by your side then this wouldnât have happened. it makes it worse when the teacher on the line starts panicking. toji can overhear the tour guide speaking to the teacher saying theyâll send someone back up, but itâll take them thirty minutes to walk back up.
âmr. fushiguro you should come back down the mountain so you and the boys donât get lost-â
toji hangs up.
âmr. tojj i heard something,â yuuji yelps, suddenly clutching tojiâs other arm and going on a rant from the nerves. âmegumi was talking about the spirits and how theyâre hiding in places where no one lives anymore and-and we passed by those broken shacks on the way up.â
tojiâs jaw clenches, eye shutting as he exhales. âI told you not to watch that shit horror movie âgumi.â
megumi cringes, âI didnâtââ
âwe did last nightâAH!â the sudden crack behind them sends yuuji flying ten feet in the air and megumi clutching his dad even tighter almost pissing his pants.
toji turns abruptly at the noise, holding onto yuuji whoâs basically on top of his shoulders and megumi wrapped under his arm, face smushed into his side clutching his shirt.
âtoji?â
the familiar voice sends a flood of relief rushing through toji as he immediately moves forward as two black blobs turn into you and megumiâs friend. yuuji and megumiâs are still holding onto toji like they might die, but heâs still able to make it over to you, his hand coming up to cheek as he shines his flashlight on your face making you hiss pushing it away.
âshut up, Iâm seeinâ if youâre hurt,â he grunts pushing your hand away.
âIâm fine, just forgot my phone died when I went after nobara,â you say, but still letting toji examine your face before he kneels down to check on the girl.
âyou still donât fucking go off by yourself,â he grunts brushing the girls cheek as she crosses her arms.
âwhy can megumiâs dad say fuck, but I get in trouble, miss?â nobara snaps, making you frown down at her,
âbecause Iâm not a little girl that ran off into the woods by herself and almost got lost,â toji clips back, having a harsh stare off with the girl who frowns even more, but eventually averts her gaze.
âI had to use the bathroom,â she mutters.
âI told you there was no bathroom!â yuuji points at nobara suddenly interrupting as he still holds on toji,
âyouâve never been here, how the heck would you know??â nobara scoffs.
âbecause I know everything, I told you that,â yuuji tsks.
âyouâre an idiot,â nobara frowns, annoyed and already embarrassed about getting lost.
you sigh stepping in, âokay, enough guys. we donât call each other names, weâre not in elementary school.â you gently tap tojiâs shoulder and he stands up. the flashlight was pointed at the ground, but the shadows that contrasted his face made him look even more handsome. âletâs head down,â you look away, âyou remember the way?â
âcourse.â
maybe toji shouldâve called the teachers the second he found you and nobara, but it slipped his mind since he had to lead you and the three kids back down the mountain. especially with how scared yuuji and megumi were after watching that horror movie in the hotel room last night. nobara on the other hand was picking on them to make herself feel better about causing this whole mess. and you, you did your best to keep them close to toji, because even you were holding onto him to keep yourself from tripping on the unbalanced steps made over six centuries ago. but at least all that masked the underlying tension between you and your students father, especially when you held onto his arm a little longer after his arm wrapped around your waist before you tripped on a large tree root.
âthanks,â you sigh, catching your breath.
âI can pick you up if youâre tired,â he leans close, and you would say heâs teasing, but the way heâs looking at you even in the dark, you knew it wasnât a joke.
âfunny,â you say, but still hold his arm as you continue walking. the three kids right in front of you both.
âoh I see the gate!â yuuji jumps, grasping onto both nobara and megumi.
easy to say, once you arrived back at the hotel and the kids all filed into the hotel restaurant for dinner, you received an ear full privately from two of the teachers. you couldnât really pinpoint what youâd done wrong, you went after Nobara the second you counted your kids again to see she wasnât there then to hear from yuuji and megumi that she went off alone. maybe you shouldâve told another teacher, hell toji first, and had a charged phone before going, that wouldâve been smart.
okay, you deserved the lecture.
afterwards, you decided to head to your room. you werenât that hungry anymore, and the other teachers would send the kids off to bed.
the second day was brutal. the early morning walk, then the aquarium, and then the shrine visits, then getting lost in the woodsâ
âfuck,â you groan, growing exhausted from just thinking about the day as you crawl into the covers after a much needed shower. unfortunately for you a loud knock hits your hotel door.
you want to ignore it, give an excuse in the morning that youâd already fallen asleep, but thereâs another knock and itâs followed by a deep voice calling your name. it almost sent shivers down your spine as you stood up and walked to open the door.
âyou didnât eat?â his eyes fixate on your cute face, eyes half blinking with exhaustion, but then he lets his eyes roam further down. shamelessly checking you out.
âI wasnât hungry,â you answer, leaning against the door as you hold it partially open, aware of any other teacher or parent that could pass by and see you in your old university shirt and skims boy shorts. âis everyone else heading back up?â
âmost of the kids finished eating and went to bed. gonna check on megs and yuu to make sure theyâre not watching another r rated movie,â toji says, still looking at you like youâre made of sin, though itâs not far off from the truth. âyou normally let parents see ya like this?â
you try not to let the heat in your core take over, especially with the way that heâs eyeing your lips and leaning against the doorframe. his hand reaches out, holding the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. he says the name of your university. âwhen did you graduate?â
youâre desperately trying not to show how flustered his casual demeanor is making you, but feeling his knuckles skim over your exposed skin. he was towering over you, still in his cargo and tshirt from earlier. his shoulders were even more sculpted and because you showered, you can smell his musk even clearer. youâve always had a sensitive nose, but something about how manly he smelled, the mix of his worn cologne and natural woody smell made you blush.
âyouâre exhausted,â he interrupts, making you blink up at him. he chuckles lightly, and youâre beyond thankful that he didnât realize you were thinking about something completely different. especially when his hand lets go of your shirt to take a step back. youâre almost surprised heâs the one putting space between you both, and you almost feel like youâre being rejected right now. you didnât even stop to think if he was bothered with your attitude today. were you crossing a line? âgoodnight, sweetheart.â he gives you one last smile, turning around.
âtoji?â you stop him.
âhmm?â he turns. his undivided attention on you.
âthank you for today. with me and Nobara in the woods, we definitely wouldâve been lost if you didnât come looking for us,â your voice was light, and soft. he almost found it amusing how youâre a sweet girl one second and the other youâre giving him attitude. but still he lets a smile take over his face and you almost have to look away because the dimples that appear on his cheeks was too hypnotizing you could feel your face catch on fire.
âstop thanking me. plus I shouldâve stayed by you like you said, then you wouldnât have gotten lost.â
you frown, âit was my fault.â
toji smiles, âgoodnight, ma.â
you flush at the new nickname. fuck, why are you so easy to please. especially when heâs walking away and waves his room key over his shoulder.
âRoom 322, no need to knock.â
Unfortunately for you. you immediately crashed into bed once you closed your door. the exhausting day easily luring you into a deep sleep.
âŚDAY 3âŚ
the multiple meetings you had with the teachers this month leading up to the trip all warned about day 3. it was going to be the longest day. not only were you guys going to an interactive zoo, you also had another hike near the lake with kayaking, and a final nighttime hike from a short astronomy lesson.
âeveryone head down for breakfast,â you knock on all the hotel doors. some kids luckily already awake as they immediately popped out and started heading down with their backpacks.
you hesitated, but eventually knocked on tojiâs door. no reply. biting your lip, you knock again, and thatâs when the door wings open, and youâre met with a bare naked tojiâ
well he had a towel wrapped very loosely around his waist, he was basically naked. especially with your reaction that you had no way of controlling. your eyes couldnât not follow the multiple water droplets that ran down his huge pecs, down to his very sculpted and ripped torso, and even further down his pelvis. his happy trail glistened from the water as the hairs grew thicker the lowerâ
a low whistle suddenly had your eyes snapping up. staring back at you was the very handsome man with the most shit eating smirk as his looked down at you.
âyou wanna come in?â he teases, but his own ears turn red when you just stare into his eyes like you were actually considering what heâd just said.
ây-â you clear your throat, coming back to your senses as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still scanning down his body, especially with the way his body filled the entire door frame. his huge veiny hand lazily holding the front of the towel so it doesnât fallâŚit was so loose, he hurried out of the shower when he heard the door. âwere you on a run again?â you couldâve easily ended this heated interaction by getting straight to the point, but the dumb twenty four year old part of your brain couldnât help, but talk to the hot parent thatâs basically been flirting with you non-stop for the last few months. especially when he looked like this right now.
âya, canât loose myself on this trip or my team will have my fuckinâ head,â toji thinks about how much arguing and convincing he had to do with his best friend/coach sukuna to let him chaperone this trip.
âpretty strict, do you not get any vacations?â your curious, and you lean against the doorframe, pretending like you donât notice the way toji is holding back a smile.
âno I get vacations, but if thereâs a match in a few months then itâs training 24/7. even during trips,â he answers, âyou ever been to a match?â
your lips part, âno. Iâve watched some on tv. mainly in high school since my dad is a huge fan.â
âand youâre not a fan?â his teasing is intrusive, maybe because he wants you to admit to liking him, even if itâs just his image firstâ
âIâd have to see a match first before saying anything,â the light shrugged you had only made him even more attracted to you.
he raises a brow, âyou can just tell me you want to come to my game. no need to tip toe around it.â
your cheeks flush, âthatâs notââ your cheeks blow up as toji breaks out laughing, leaning forward to meet you at the level. his huge body towering over you, his eyes scanning over your face.
âIâll get you vip seats, but I haveâta get somethinâ in return.â
your chin tips out just a little so you can lock eyes, raising a brow, telling him to go on then.
you were killing him, without even realizing it, his fist clenched around his towel, feeling his blood filling up his dick, he had to refrain from making it show.
âa date.â
oh.
your lips part. you didnât know why you were shocked. maybe because heâs been flirting with you for months, you probably thought deep down inside he wasnât the type to take women out on dates. maybe it was just a bar and a fuck, not that you were complaining if that was the case. but still, his answer seemed to make your face even hotter than before, and you felt little stupid.
âi donât know if thatâs appropriateâŚâ you mutter, almost defeated, his eyes glanced over yours as you looked away.
âyouâre not gonna be megumiâs teacher forever. just another two months until schoolâs out,â his voice was deep, you hadnât realized heâd been bending closer. your back pressed against the doorframe as his hand came up, firmly caressing your waist. âone date when we get back. let me treat you, youâd like that?â
you bite your cheek, back arched against the doorframe as you glance back at him. his hooded eyes and deep face, his handsome features practically seducing you.
âone date,â you repeat.
âand more if you like me so much,â he smirks, face inches from yours.
your voice is breathy, heart racing because he smells so good, so clean, âf-fine,â your cheeks flush at the stutter but he only smiles. his hand travels up to cup your cheek.
âyou flustered?â his canines are hard to hide when heâs smiling like that.
âno-â you push his hand away, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. âg-get changed or you wonât have time for breakfast,â you huff, stepping away and speed walking away from him.
toji licks his teeth, shutting the door once you disappear. heâll just grab an apple before leaving, because now he has to handle this mess. he clenches his jaw as he drops his towel, firm hand grabbing the base of his hard cock. âfuck.â
â
similar to the aquarium, at the zoo you had to keep an eye on your students while the zoo workers gave the lessons to the groups. they lead you to different sections, giving brief lessons on the different species so the kids can fill out their packets.
on the other hand, you were enjoying how close toji was. always an arms length away. the only time you separated is when one of the zookeepers asked if you wanted to feed the giraffe to give a demonstration to the students before it was their turn.
your face lit up as you stepped up.
âUp here, sweeetheart,â the zookeeper easily flirts as he helps you up on the platform, a hand resting on your lower back as he places your palm over his putting some food in it. âNow youâre just gonna extend it out, and heâll come right to you,â he smiles as you hum.
little did you know that toji was practically seething. his jaw set tight, muscles tensing at the way this shitkeeper was drooling over you. anyone would fucking drool over a hot school teacher, especially if they looked like you.
âhere he comes,â the zookeeper points, all the students ooo as the giraffe leans down, then eats from your hand. you gasp at the odd feeling, backing into the zookeeper on accident, pressing yourself against him.
âsorryââ you chirp, still afraid of the giraffe as he tries to lean in for more.
the zookeeper laughs, âitâs alright,â his arm holds your waist, and toji is rolling his eyes so hard.
âgive me a break,â he mutters.
megumi standing in front of him looks up. âwhat?â
toji doesnât spare him a glance, his eyes zeroed in on you feeding the giraffe again, totally fine with the zookeeper all over you, literally.
âwhat the fuck,â his nails dig into his bicep, the expression on his face was not subtle at all that even yuuji is cackling.
âmr. toji are you jealous? do you wanna feed the giraffe too?â yuuji blurts, making nobara beside him turn and cackle too, pointing at megumiâs dad. a few of the other students in your group laugh at toji.
toji glares down at the children, not catching the subtle way youâre shifting on the platform. you place a hand over the zookeepers wrist as you step away. âokay, I think thatâs it,â you say, the hairs on your body standing up the second the zookeeper kept himself pressed against you when you bumped into him.
âyou can feed him so more-â-
âno Iâm goodâToji!â you blurt, cutting the conversation off quick because tojiâs head snaps back up to you. âi need some help getting down.â
any command that slips past your lips is so easily executed. toji was standing in front of you in seconds as you kneel down on the platform. toji easily grabs your waist as you place yours on his shoulders and he carries you. his brow quirks up at you.
âfucking keeper is a freak,â you mutter to him as he places you on the ground. and though internally toji is ecstatic about that, another part is seething at the fact that the keeper puts his hands all over you and made you very uncomfortable that you had to call toji to pick you up even though the latter was right beside you.
you stood beside toji, arms crossed as two students went up the platform, one at a time to feed the giraffes.
âI can have a word with him,â toji leans down, his hand on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.
you barely give a laugh, âIâd rather not cause a scene.â
âit would be a word.â
you shake your head, âitâs fine.â toji licks his teeth nodding.
but when you went to the next section. and the zookeeper wasnât following you or toji, you already knew what mustâve happened when another keeper came to your group.
âI said it was fine,â you tell him.
âwell I wasnât fine,â he shrugs easily, his eyes glancing down at you, ready to brush your cheek before realizing where the fuck he is.
the rest of the day was hell.
pure hell.
the zoo was long, lunch only energized the kids for the two hour hike. it was a great view, but there was another bathroom problem and the kids had to take turns going in the woods. then the last thing before lunch was kayaking.
everyone was excited, a few kids sat out with another teacher since they were too scared even if they were given a life vest. but everyone else was way to excited to head into the water. maybe thatâs why most, if not all the kids ended up tipping into the water.
âeveryone grab onto your kayaks,â the tour guide exclamined, but the kids were laughing and splashing. some bopping up and down in their life vests.
you were almost thankful for yours not tipping until it did. the students were laughing their asses off even more.
âmiss.l/n fell into the water!!â they all laugh.
everyone but toji, because when everyone makes it back to shore. theyâre drenched head to toe. including toji who jumped in after a student who said they knew how to swim but didnât.
but what wasnât funny was seeing your t-shirt stuck to your chest, showcasing your figure for all the parent chaperones to see. specifically some other dads on this trip. fuck.
âI hate wet jeans,â you grumble, as you squeeze the ends of your baggy jeans as the water pools down. you clip your wet hair up as you hold onto tojiâs arm. âthanks for getting tyler, he shouldâve taken a life vest.â
toji hums.
âis everything okay?â you stand up straight now. and thatâs when you notice toji eyeing your chest. you flush, but also scoff.
âthereâs other people looking,â he huffs.
âjusâ you.â
ânot jusâ me, others,â he eyes the other parents helping the kids dry off before loading back on the bus to get dinner then go on the night hike back at the hotel.
âyeah yeah,â you wave him off, walking away. but toji remains close, guarding you. he didnât calm down until you got changed before dinner. your modest skirt, tight cleavage covering top, and cardigan. it was adorable.
âmrs. jackson and mr. white said theyâre getting us drinks after the hike,â one of the other teachers, ally, cheers to you as youâre on the night hike. Mrs. jackson and mr. white are the oldest of the teachers and usually offer up drinks to celebrate a successful hard working field trip.
âoh really?â your eyes are wide.
Ally nods enthusiastic, âthis was such a fun field trip, but Iâve been dying for a drink.â sheâs practically buzzing, even though sheâs very happily married and in her mid thirties, you donât fully regret what youâre about to say until you do.
âI think Iâll pass,â you say.
âwhat?â
âIâve never been a fan of drinking,â you admit, toji overhearing a few paces behind you with another parent chaperon.
âwhat?! youâre the youngest here, though!â Ally is unbelievably put off by your response that you have to salvage it, until she adds. âwell at least have one drink with us. it was your first field trip as one of the teachers here, and we just want to celebrate. you donât even need to get another drink. okay? Okay.â
you bite your cheek nodding.
âyay!!â
and thatâs how you ended up here. sitting at the center of the ten seat table with all the young teachers and parent chaperons. completely fucking wasted.
âthis w-was such a fuuun trip,â you hiccup as the table is laughing and drinking. you were all laughing. âIâm like so happyââ
the table is cackling and toji seated beside you is realizing in seconds. âyouâre a fuckinâ light weight,â he clocks. the other teachers laugh noting that as well.
ânuh-uh, I-i can drink another,â you hiccup again, taking his drink and gulping another few sips until heâs clicking his tongue.
âChrist,â he slides a water to you, âdrink.â
and the night went on with you tipsy and the others getting unbelievably drunk into the night. even toji was getting tipsy. he had too, with all the parents asking too many fucking questions about his life that he needed something to take the edge off before his fist collided with one of their faces. but when you went to grab the drinks from the bar for the table, and tripping on your way back, toji realized maybe it was time to call it night.
âwhat? but weâre still having fun,â you whine as toji lifts you up, arm wrapped around your waist, your cardigan slipping off your shoulder.
âfun until youâre puking all over yourself, if ya drink more,â toji stumbles himself. not realizing heâs just as drunk until heâs tapping your key into door, easily dragging you to your bed. âget some rest,â he sighs, lips coming to plant a kiss on your forehead. your eyes are bright, almost too bright as you watch him trudge out.
fuck heâs glad he can at least walk back to his room.
which left you peeling your clothes off and pressing your face into the bed as you rolled around in your pajamas. you werenât tired. not at all. today was long and exhausting, you were completely exhausted during dinner, but now. now youâre feeling aloneâŚ
you turned your head on the pillow, when you caught something on your nightstand.
tojiâs room key.
he laid back on his bed, hand pressed to his face, he felt good, but he knew in the morning the headache will come and his moves will be lazy. fuck, he really shouldâve cut it after his third drink, but the only reason he kept going was because you were still there.
even though heâd got what he wanted. you agreed on a date. he still couldnât bare to rip himself away from you. especially when he saw how adorable and talkative you get when youâre drunk. you already had the sweet teacher thing going, plus the bratty attitude underneath, but you drunk was all of that plus a little more unfiltered shit that he just couldnât miss. and he couldnât leave you alone with those creeps gawking at you again.
and when you leaned against him because you were laughing. fuck he almost flipped a table when one of the parents kept eyeing your chest. even though you couldnât see any skin on the shirt, it was so tight hugging your breastsâ
thatâs when he heard his hotel door click.
his brow rose, leaning up.
the light poured in from the hallway, but the wall still covered who was at the door.
the door slowly creaked shut, and toji was about to sit up even more whenâ
âtoji?â
shit.
âteach?â toji responds.
thatâs when your face peaks out as you step further into the room so the wall couldnât hide you. tojiâs eyes immediately scan your figure, eyes locking in on your bare thighs in those skims boyshorts and university tee.
âI thought you were crashing for the night?â toji rubs his face because heâs unsure now. unsure if you or him are sober enough for this. even when you slowly kneel at the foot of the bed.
you hum, âwasnât tired. and I got lonely andâŚscared,â you exhale crawling up, until you stopped right at his bent feet, his back reclined against the stack of pillow, arm behind his head as he watched you. âI used your key.â
âI can see that,â toji stretched out his legs only dressed in loose black sweats, he pats his lap. âcomeâere.â
and you fucking do.
you slowly crawl up his lap, until youâre straddling him and pressing your hands on his stomach, cautious at first.
âscared?â he starts, hand hesitating, before easing it onto your bare thigh. and just that contact with your smooth skin, made his cock start to ache. âi thought you said you donât get scared sleeping alone.â
you shrug, cute soft hands still feeling the ridges of his abs, your cheeks flush as you hum. âdoes it matter why i came?â
ânot really. Iâd just like to know, would you mind telling me?â
your lips purse as you glance at him and his cheeky smile, âi was lonelyâŚand i saw your key and i thought of you so I came to see you. there, full truth.â
he raised a brow, hand easing up under your shirt to hold your waist, thumb caressing absentmindedly. âthereâs something else.â
you lean down shaking your head. breath hot against his face.
âwe canât,â toji speaks lowly, your faces so close he has to stop his hips from adjusting underneath you.
âwhy not?â
âyouâre drunk, sweetheart,â he continues to feel your body. definitely not listening to himself especially when your arching your back to press your chest against his, hands all over his shoulders.
you shake your head, âIâm not.â
âyou are, because if you werenât, you definitely wouldnât be here,â he gives your side a squeeze, desperately holding back. âcrawlinâ on one of your studentsâ parentsâ lap, in thin shorts and a teeâŚâ
âtheyâre my pajamas,â you sigh flawlessly with a delicate tilt to your head and your lashes half lidded as you gazed at him.
his sonâs teacher was a natural slut.
you were definitely acting like your age now. the back talk, the way youâre trying to seduce him, it all came like second nature to you, even if you didnât fully notice it, toji definitely does. heâs been the victim to many women batting their lashes and flaunting themselves, but you stood out. easily.
toji bites back a groan.
âyouâre drunk too, toji,â you lean in, eyes heavy.
he hums, struggling to conceal his smile as your lips hover over his.
âdo you not wanna kiss me anymore?â you whisper, feigning rejection.
he exhales laughing, âanymore?â
you hum, sliding just a little further up his lap, so your face was hovering over his. your hair slides gently to one side, concealing this taboo interaction with a private curtain so the only thing toji was seeing was you.
his skin was hot, and his big hands holding your torso wasnât stabilizing him at all when you were looking at him like that.
âyouâve been wanting to kiss me every nightâŚand this morning,â you reveal, because of course you caught his hints. you were playing with him. âit was inappropriate.â
âand this isnât?â he cautiously puts one hand back on your thigh, massaging the bare flesh. your skin was so smooth, so soft, heâd been craving you, thinking about you in the most inappropriate ways, so to have you so easily throwing yourself onto him.
you shake your head. â it isâŚbutâŚâ your lips skim over his again, breathing heavily. âtonightâŚI canât go to sleep without a reward.â
toji snorts, âreward?â
you nod, letting a small whine escape before swallowing it. âIâve been holding myself back, taking the high road, being responsible, n-nowâŚnow I want a kiss, thatâs it.â fuck, this is exactly why toji was a fucking whore when he was younger. the age group youâre in right now switched from bratty attitude to spoiled brat in seconds. never choosing between dominant or submissive and itâs so fucking hot.
âyou want me to praise you?â toji leans up, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh electing the softest whine from the back of your throat. you nod, desperate. âwant me to tell you how much of a good girl youâve been not caving in?â he smiles, you nod again.
âplease.â
fuck.
âyouâre so spoiled,â he licks his scar, and you feel his tongue skim yours briefly, youâre so close.
âmmm!â toji grunts as you finally crash your lips against his.
he holds back a vicious laugh, because youâre so unbelievably desperate with this kiss he has to hold the back of your head to guide you. your whine came automatic, feeling his tongue push your lips open, allowing it to slip in your mouth.
he dominated the kiss, his grip on the back of your head tightened ever so slightly. in this moment, he had you completely at his mercy. and you let him.
he almost couldn't believe that this was the same woman who taught his son. the one who kept avoiding his very obvious advances and would get flustered whenever he insinuated something vulgar. but now here she was, sitting on his lap and whimpering for more. it almost made his head spin.
you pull away briefly, catching your breath, your spit collects on your lip as toji glances over your flushed face.
this is wrong. youâre drunk.
but your arms lazily wrap around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again. this time longer, messier. your back arches, hips grinding down against his bulge, electing a moan from you. your tongue was selfish as you fought with his, the alcohol on his breath mixed with yours. finger tangling in his dark locks as you scratch his nape making him shiver.
âtaste good,â you sigh with a lazy smile, and he canât help but chuckle. low and deep, chest shaking making you flush. heâs so hot. his scent overflows and overwhelms. you kiss his scar, tongue running over it. âhowâd you get this?â you kiss it again and again, moaning so gently, sending shivers down his spine.
âitâll ruin the mood,â he says, hands grounding your hips down, grunting just a bit when you really start rocking on his fat bulge. his fingers digging into your flesh, sighing once your lips continue to trail down his neck, hands exploring his chest again.
âiâs okay,â you mutter, sucking gentle kisses on his nape, moving to his Adamâs apple, as he snorts.
thereâs a beat beforeâ âmy old man did it.â
your eyes flick up. you pull away. your eyes suddenly less hazy and he can tell, because his lip curls into a smirk. âtold ya itâd ruin the moodââ
his breath hitched.
your thumb gently touching his scar, eyes swimming with something he canât recognize.
âhow old were you?â
his grip on your hips tighten, subconsciously grounding himself.
âtwelve,â he answers. eyes falling to your lips then back up to your doe eyes and the way your brows gently knit together was something heâll never forget. âit was a long time ago.â he tries to ease your concerns because he was not passing up on this opportunity because the mood was ruined by his shitty childhood.
âiâm sorry,â your words are soft, not an apology heâs heard before, or at least when it came from you, it felt genuine. even if it was a long time ago and heâs long put that behind, he canât help the sudden flutter deep in his chest.
you lean down, pecking his scar. not like before more gentle, âi thought it was because of a fight or training or somethinâ,â you admit.
toji cracks a smile, âya, thatâs what everyone thinks,â he easily strokes your hips. âhow âbout I get another kiss from yaâ. make me feel better.â
unlike his previous flirtatious remarks that earn him a flustered look on your face. you embrace it, gently holding his jaw, maintaining eye contact that he doesnât break from, his deep green orbs syncing with yours as you control the kiss. tilting his head and meeting his lips with yours meet. tongues colliding, back arching as you dominate and lead the kiss.
the room fills with sounds of your lips smacking. your spit connecting with his as your tongue runs across his bottom lip. you tongue his scar again, making his grip tighten on your waist, heat crawling up his neck. this was a much more passionate kiss than before. your heart was pounding as you continued with the deep sensual make-out.
you started rocking back against his bulge feeling it grow bigger between your legs. your heart was pounding as you pressed down, not fully grasping the consequences of said action because toji pulled away briefly as a deep husky groan escaped his lips.
you werenât wearing any panties. the shorts clung to your wet folds like thin cloth.
âyouâre killinâ me,â he grunts, hands sliding down from your waist to your full ass. his touch once cautious, easily turns desperate as he grabs a handful of your ass, grunting even more when the pads of his fingers spreads your cheeks up, feeling your folds spread behind your shorts, his hips bucking to grind you back down.
you whine, eyes fluttering as you grip his shoulder, nails digging in, rocking against him.
âI should stopâŚ,â your voice was slightly hoarse from the kissing and toji had to contain the sudden urge to lose every ounce of self-control heâs been holding. your concern was mixed with your own hazy and needy twenties side. your lips hover over his, and he can feel the heat coming from you, because he also doesnât want to lose this proximity to you.
âyour call, sweetheart,â toji licks his lips, large hands grounded on your ass permanently. your eyes flick over his face, landing on his swollen lip-bitten lips, and you know you couldnât stop. you didnât want to.
your tongues clashed once again, and that bratty side of you came out again, but slightly more dominating as you pressed your fingers into his jaw, so your lips can trail down his neck.
âshitââ toji grunts, hips bucking in surprise when you palm his bulge.
âmore,â you whisper against his lips, the need just itching out.
toji slides his hand up to grab your face. a deep husky chuckle escapes him as he glances your flushed features. you were far from a respectable adorable middle school teacher. your lust filled expression was everything and more.
âyou want a parentâs cock in yâr pussy?â his vulgar question sent a unknown heat break deep in your chest.
you glance away, embarrassed.
âdonât put it like that.â
âam i wrong?â his loud boisterous chuckle has you flushing beyond belief.
âshut up! IâmâI just,â you break into a whine, burying your face in his shoulder.
âam i embarrassing you?â he teases further.
you grunt in response.
âis this the brattiude again? arenâtâchu a teacher, use your big girl words, or did we forget how?â his teasing was infinite.
âbrattiude? I donât have whatever that is,â you scoff.
âyou do, it comes out when you get like this,â he eyes you up and down, and finds it even more amusing when you quirk a questioning, albeit annoyed, look. so he elaborates. âwhen you donât get what you wantâŚyou get all snappy, and self-centeredâŚjust like a spoiled little brat.â
âIâve never caught an attitude,â you gasp, staring incredulously at him.
he hums, sarcastically, âsure.â
you frown, but he could tell easily that it was just your brattiude, because you were still all up on his lap, squirming even more because even he could feel the puddle youâre making on his lap.
his hand finds your jaw again, turning your face back to him. his pupils dilate at the flushed look on your face. would you cry if he teases you further? what if he bullies his fat cock in over and overâ
âdid i hurt your feelings, teach?â he coos so softly it was obvious he was teasing but you tsk, like an annoyed brat. âwould you feel better if i touch you down here?â
the gasp was enough of a reaction for him to see just how much you wanted him. the simple touch of his hand cupping you over your shorts and pressing his palm against your clit had your eyes fluttering.
toji curses under his breath, letting another exhale, as he continues rubbing you, âthese shorts are all ruined, and you looked so fuckinâ cute in âem,â he chuckles when you bite a whimper back.
but your patience for your students isnât something that extends beyond that, because now your pawing his waistband eager for more, and impatience making you shaky.
he tsks, grabbing your wrist and pulling it up to his face.
âwhatâre ya thinking?â
âi want itâŚâ the frown plus the whine isnât a sight for any man that would easily buckle and fuck you stupid could handle.
his jaw clenches, holding back. âlet me take a look first.â
your brows pinch, âwhat do you meanâwha!â you squeak, your world tipping over in seconds, now laying on your back with your legs pushed up. toji swiftly and skillfully pulls your shorts off in one go. your heart is racing, preparing yourself, until toji pushes your thighs up and apart, kneeling his face close to your heated puckering core, eyes staring like saucers.
âwhatâre you doing?!â you immediately cover yourself, face bright and hot.
âtaking a look,â he pushes your hand out of the way, his thumbs slipping into your folds before pulling them apart, âyouâre soaked.â his pupils dilate at the sight of your sticky arousal, slipping out.
âtojiââ you push his shoulder, trying to get his face away, but he only leans his face closer, like your pussy was some hypnosis, and his tongue falls right on the mess, licking a bold wet strip up. your juices collect on his tongue as you flood his taste buds. âanghââ you whine out, head tipping back and back arching, because fuck, you really did miss getting your pussy eaten.
âfuck, youâre so sweet,â toji groans, lapping the mess you made before tonguing the source. your eyes were on him the entire time, his back muscles moving as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, dipping his head again to suck and clean all your juices, before sucking your little bundle of nerves.
your eyes bulge once he starts giving your clit some attention, hand curling in his raven hair as your thighs twitching as he sucks.
his own body reacting to every mewl and whimper you let out, eyes flicking up to see the way you were gasping. his free hand came up, pushing your university tee up, hand flat on your stomach before your tits came into view, and he nearly came.
your eyelids flutter as you stare at him, chest heaving, you can feel how hot youâre body is getting as he feels your stomach.
âfuck me,â his body sits ups slowly, hovering over you, your legs slip around his torso as he dips his head to your tits. you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating when his tongue lulls out and takes a wet lap of your nipple. his rough palm gropes your boob, squeezing the flesh making you react just the way heâd imagine.
your back arching and a stifled moan coming out.
âi donât think teachers should be this slutty,â he licks his lips, tonguing your nipple again before he admittedly starts sucking.
âtoji,â you moan, hand pressing into his nape as he hums around you. his fingers pinch and twist your other nipple making you gasp, letting out a higher pitched moan. you can feel his smirk, but you donât have time to comment because he presses a finger against your hole.
âletâs see how much i needa stretch yâout,â his face is flushed, your reactions were enough to get him off.
your eyes glance down as he slips two thick veiny fingers into your core.
âshit,â toji exhales.
you whine, gasping when he pumps his fingers in to get them deep.
âyouâre unbelievable,â his comment leaves you feeling bright pink. âwhen was the last time you had sex, baby?â
his question was confusing to you until he adds on.
âor are you still a virgin?â
âIâm not a virgin!â you gasp, offended, even though it wouldnât have been embarrassing if it was a true. but still. you were flustered, especially when he leans his face close to yours.
âyou sure?â he snarks, âbecause this pussyââ he puts emphasis with a sharp thrust of his fingers making your head fall back. âis too fuckinâ tight,â he groans as you squeeze around him.
âIâve had sex, likeâfive months ago,â you confess.
âfive months,â he repeats, eyes narrowing when you glance away, and thatâs when the light bulb goes off and he has to hold back a snort, because it was sweet. âand why five months?â he teases.
you hold back, too stubborn to expose your reasons, but he doesnât make it easy when he starts sucking your neck, taking his time learning your body, until he finds the spot that makes you moan just a bit more uncontrolled and his fingers pick up speed. âdoes it have to do with me?â
his fingers piston into you and an unrelenting pace that he slips in another finger, groaning at the squelching that fills the air, your face pressing into his arm that rests beside your head. âcmon,â he slows his pace, electing a cute whine from you. âyouâre really actinâ spoiled. expecting me to please you without anything in return.â
the guilt trip had your dumb brain glancing widely at him.
âIâm notâweâre gonna have sex now,â your face is bright with heat, eyes just a bit glassy from the pleasure.
âyou think an old man like me gets off on just pussy?â though that was a big chunk of it, it still elected a cute reaction from you. âyou needa to talk to me.â
your eyes are wide, almost like this was inconceivable to you, but nonetheless your lips part. âyouâre not that old,â you comment with a slight snark.
he snorts, âyou being cute?â
you shrug, squirming when he rubs his palm against your clit. âjust a little,â you maintain eye contact. and he has to hold back a snort. his lips hover over yours, his hot breath fanning against your face, you instinctively lean up to kiss him but he easily dodges it, tucking his face into your side, lips ghosting over your ear.
âjust tell me you didnât let anyone near this pussy after our meeting,â his words sent a shiver running down your spine. âadmit it.â
âit was coincidental,â you admit, whining when he curls his fingers inside, your legs closing around his hand but he only pushes both legs up, you squeal when he starts fingering you at an unrelenting pace, your face pressed to the side, gasping as you feel your orgasm taking over your body.
âcoincident my fuckinâ ass,â he tsks, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he slips them out and puts them up to his mouth sucking them dry. your chest is uneven as you stare up at him. he moves to pull your shirt off, leaving you completely naked while heâs still in his sweats. âyouâre gonna haveâta make it up to me.â
âwhy?â you snap back. his brows rise, it was intimidating. the look of an annoyed adult, but it had your core clenching around nothing.
âyouâve got a fuckinâ mouth on ya,â he chides, his palm cups your pussy, making you shiver. âI should shut you up for good,â he palms himself.
you nod, the blush and smile giving yourself away.
he canât help but snort, âyou wanna be punished?â
you flush, âI didnât say that,â you mutter.
he leans over you again, hand caressing your face, it was slightly rough, thumb playing with your lips, eyes honed in on how wet and kiss bitten they are. âyou said you wanted your mouth to be shut,â he smirks. âthis little pussy would make you pass out if I put my dick in it .â
your brows furrow as you frown, âyou donât know that,â you argue.
âyou could barely take three fingers,â he coos, but that only seems to make your dumb cock filled head more upset.
âbut I did, you donât know anything,â you scoff, âyou donât know what I can handle.â
âyou telling me you a slut?â
âthatâs not what I said,â you flush, âI can take you, thatâs what Iâm telling you,â you huff, but it turns into a pout, one that has him chuckling. especially when he moves off the bed. you watch him standing beside the bed as you sit up.
his fingers hook around his sweats and easily slips them down, letting them pool on the floor before kicking it aside.
to say you felt your heart drop to your ass was an understatement. your entire body burned red and goosebumps broke out everywhere.
the dark happy trail that led down to his base was not enough of a warning for the sight of his large and thick cock, hanging between his legs. the tip was already shiny from the pre that spread everywhere. his hand came down, squeezing the base, groaning lowly at the sight of you sitting up on the bed staring wide-eyed. he could fuck your pretty face and have no complaints. your lips were parted in frozen terror.
toji put a knee on the mattress, biting his lip in calculated self-control. he couldnât react yet, not when his sonâs poor little teacher was still grappling with the fact that she said she could take his fat cock not knowing what she got herself into.
âIââ your voice cracks, lips parting at the sight of his weighty length in his palm. he lazily grips the base. the veins looked like they would pop if he squeezed any more.
âyouâre acting real fuckinâ cute,â toji groans, leaning down and kissing your lips. not realizing that that comment sent you spiraling. he was still standing, so you were leaning slightly up. your head tilted, eyes fluttering up. âitâs okay, I wonât tease yaâ about your comments earlier,â he chuckles, taking your hand in his gently. âjust be a good girl, and Iâll be gentle,â he sighs, guiding your hand to wrap around his cock. âfuck.â
his head tipped to rest on your shoulder, his hand rubbed your thigh. your grip on his cock grew tighter as you continued jerking him off, you couldnât believe how big it was in your palm. your mind was overheating just thinking about how this thing could fit in you. thatâs until you felt your back hit the mattress, again. your body immediately pulled to the edge of the bed as he hoisted your legs around his waist.
âcanât wait any longer,â he grunts, laying his fat cock on your stomach. his eyes dilating at the sight of how far heâd reach you.
âw-waitââ you press a hand to his sweaty pec, eyes slightly wide as you swallow thickly. âI donât thinkâI know what I saidââ
however, toji breaks out into a loud laugh. one that has your skin heating up again, and your lips parting in shock. ât-toji!â you scold.
âsorry, sorry,â he laughs, leaning over as he kisses a cute gentle kiss to your cheek that once again leaves you speechless. you wouldâve never expected him to be so gentle in the bedroom. âI can teach you how to take a big dick like this,â he starts moving his hips, sliding his length through your folds, a low grunt escaping as your juices squelch around and coat him.
âyouâre getting cocky,â you mutter, the confidence you once had, just hanging by a thread now.
he snorts, âjust a little. haveta make sure Iâm just as good of a teacher as you are,â he angles his tip to press against your clit, smiling when your body jolts. your fingers lazily digging into his biceps. âplus, itâs not everyday i get to take a teachers virginity.â
you flush, âIâm not a virgin!â
toji smirks, âyou are when it comes to me,â he rubs his cock head against your puckering hole, âgonna stretch you out real good, every other dick thatâs been in âere will be gone from your memory.â
you tense up as you feel the first push in. your eyes flying open as your jaw goes slack. the stretch was filthy, delicious, your chest felt hotâ
âeasy, baby,â he coos, all cocky, and it only seems to make you even more turned on as you clench around him. âshit.â
his grip on the sheets tighten, jaw clenched. âdonât squeeze me like that.â
ânot my fault,â you whimper, his hand pushing your thigh higher as he sinks himself deeper. your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulder. âtoo muchâangh!â
your whining and moaning, fails to deter toji from the task at hand. his cheeks are flushed, muscles tense as he controls his strength. unlike you, he really hasnât had sex with anyone in awhile. it seemed to only be a yearly ritual for him. so having someone heâs been chasing for months now, someone he definitely developed a strong attraction for squeezing him to absolute heaven definitely wasnât making it any easier for him.
âyouâre soâfuckinâ tight,â he grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in. your back arched, hips rising off the bed as he places a knee on the bed , groaning as he pushes more of himself in. your eyes bulge even more, tears squeezing at the corner of your eyes. âstill got more.â
âwhat?!â you shriek, eyes bulging as he snaps more of his chubby girth inside your gummy walls. your pussy weeping, gasping for air as he starts picking up the pace.
âdonât be so dumb,â toji coos, âyou saw how much i was gonna shove in,â he emphasis it with a hand pressed to your belly button. âyouâll know youâre full when you feel it right here.â
to say you get dumb on dick is an understatement.
by the time heâs fucking his full length inside you, youâre a completely different person.
âangh, youâre so fuckinâ good,â toji grunts, his hips snapping, he has one foot planted on the mattress, drilling his cock inside you hitting your cervix until your crying out. âgood fuckinâ pussy,â his hand comes down your ass.
âtojiâgunâ gunna comeâahh-!â
âagain?â he snorts, but his own composure breaks when youâre drooling, his thumb collecting it and putting it back in your mouth as you suck. your back arches as his cock slides against your gummy walls pressing against your sweet spot making you see stars. his veins bulge from his arms, watching your eyes rolls back and moan around his thumb.
fuck, he wasnât gonna cum just yet.
once youâd come undone, you pressed a hand to his chest.
âtapping out.â
you shake your head. âIâm on top.â
you sit up, pushing him back until heâs slipping out a shiver runs down your spine at the emptiness. but you immediately flush when you glance at toji. it was a sight.
his chest covered in a layer of sweat, your juices coated his heavy hanging cock and dark hair at his base. toji chuckled darkly as you grabbed his wrist pulling him back on the bed, laying him against the headboard. his hand lifted up, you easily took it as you stood up and slowly lowered yourself on his abs. pussy easily settling on the hard ridges making him groan.
âgonna teach me a lesson?â he bites his lip, watching you closely.
you laugh lightly, almost like he couldnât feel the way your pussy clenched when he said that. your lips hovering over his. âteasing me every second and now you wanna learn something,â you kiss his jaw, a low hum escaping his lips. finding himself back in the same position you both started in, but this time you definitely werenât holding back. his hands easily came to your ass, until you sat up. âno touching.â
his brow raised.
âI thought you wanted a lesson,â you test, his eyes boring into yours.
with an amused exhale, he raises both his hands in defeat, easily tucking them behind his head, muscles flexing casually. you ignore the flush that runs through you at the sight of his biceps flexing and the layer of sweat on his slightly hairy chest.
ânow,â you start, turning around so your ass was on full display facing him, a low whistle slips past his lips. your feet press over his pelvis while one hand was positioned on the mattress for balance, your hair sliding to one side, you look over your shoulder and it was fucking beautiful.
toji flushed as he saw the arch of your spine, his eyes traveling down your deep line of you back until he noticed it. toji swears under his breath.
âbecause you called me a virgin,â you raise your hips, your free hand coming to press his wet cock against your twitching hole, slapping it over your clit a few times making you both hum and groan. âIâll give you a little show,â you slide back down on his dick. his breath hitching as you take him in one go, no whining or crying like the rounds before. even though you clenched around him when he bottomed out, his jaw ticking, you still persevered.
you lean forward, arching your back as you raise your hips, only his tip still inside as you slam down again. the bulging ridges of his fat cock sliding against your walls had you drooling.
âchrist,â he grunts. abs clenching, staring at the sticky cum from earlier start to create little wet cobwebs that attach to his pelvis and your ass.
âangh fuck, toji,â your moans are breathier and needier. It was the fact that you werenât facing a him that made it easier for you to let go and enjoy the sex all the more, especially when youâre putting on a show for him with the way youâre riding his dick.
âshitângh, i take back what i said,â he grunts, biting another groan because he was desperately trying to see how this plays out by keeping his hands behind him. but you were really riding him like a cock drunken slut. âwanted to shake yâr ass for meâmmm this whole time.â
he subtly slides his muscular thighs apart, angling his hips just a bit knowing that this angle was much better for you. and of course your dumb little brain didnât even notice but your eyes flutter back as does your pussy. âangh tojiââ it was quite endearing the way your actions and voice didnât line up, the sluttiest thing heâs received and yet heâs hearing the sweetest voice chanting his name over and over.
âtaking me so well, ya like riding this cock, hmm?â he bites his cheek, preventing a pathetic noise from slipping out when he watches the way your pussy stretches around him. he was so close.
âMmm, shit just like that, dirty fuckinâ pussy,â the messy squelching and breathy moans you were letting out was messing with his head.
and he couldnât help it when you leaned forward even more, grasping the sheets and getting more air to bounce faster. picking up the pace which immediately had him exhaling loudly and reaching out a hand, unable to stop himself, because you definitely would make him cum. âshouldâve told me how desperate this pussy was for a big cock to stuff her,â he groans as you let out a loud whine. a snort escaping, âfuck.â
his palm slid across your ass, all the way to the fucking tramp stamp he hadnât noticed until youâd turned around for him. his cock twitched when your back arched on instinct when he pressed a finger against the tattoo.
âfuck fuhâangh i said no touchinââ you whine, it felt so good bouncing on such a big cock. youâd never had something so big inside you, and you couldnât hold back.
âwanted to tell ya how much Iâm lovinâ this fuckinâ lesson from you teach,â he groans, the low rumble from his chest has you angling your hips so you were only taking his tip. âshiitââ his jaw went slack.
âitâs ahâa punishment,â you pant as you bounce only on the few inches of his tip, letting your juices drizzle down his creamy messy base. his eyes were like saucers seeing your hole take him and he could feel himself getting closer, his grip tightening on your waist.
âcmon baby,â he lets out a noise that you could only think was a whine, if it wasnât for your own moans and loud squelching.
god why did it feel good being tortured like this. his cock was going to burst, but you were edging him like crazy like this.
âd-donât baby meââ you bite your lip, but he clearly hears your whimper. your shoulders shaking. you were close. âIâmâIâm in charge.â
his neck rolled back, lashes fluttering. your pussy felt so good, riding his cock until he bursts inside you, and yet, âis that usually how it is?â he slides both hands to hold your torso.
âwhat do you mâangh!! toji!â
his hands grasp your waist, and with no hesitation, he plants both feet on the mattress and thrusts up. your eyes bulge, finding yourself laying against his chest, head thrown back against his shoulder as he bites at your neck, thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.
âIâm not gonna let a pretty girl like you do all the work,â he grunts, hand falling to your clit, rubbing tight circles, making your legs shake as tears form immediately. âthere we goângh squeeze my dick like a good girl.â
you were definitely going to loose consciousness, the pleasure overwhelming. âtoji,â your moans were getting loud.
âare ya only gonna moan my name?â he teased, mimicking your gasps as if he wasnât desperately controlling the pace fighting your own bucks to pick up the pace because he refused to cum right now. âshiitâbaby,â he presses his face to your side, his instincts couldnât stop him from absolutely wrecking you.
maybe thatâs why when he had you back on your hands and knees, shaking and whining that he didnât stop thrusting until he felt you cum again, but this time with a messier gush.
âshitââ he groans, being forced out as you squirt on his cock. âyouâre full of surprises, princess.â
you were absolutely delirious, tilting your head, arms stretching out grasping the sheets. âcu-cum in me.â
his jaw clenches, his brain frying as you look at him with those big glassy eyes. all pleading and fucked out.
âdonât,â he thrusts into you, it was getting sloppy, your hand was stretching back for him.
âwant y-you toâah haâcum in meâplease ngh pleaseââ you desperately match him, thrusting back against him, making him groan.
âdonât say that,â he brings a hand down on your ass, it was as hard, but enough to make you whine even more.
âwant you to make me feel full, toji,â you plead, hand rubbing your tummy feeling the bulge he was creating. his cock threatening to burst with the way youâre acting. he leans forward, hands planted beside your head, as he drives his cock harder and faster.
âfuck, shouldâve known youâd be a fuckinâ slut,â he grunts with each thrust, you were whining, face pressed against the mattress as you reached back to hold his head, his face coming close to yours.
âwant itâIâmâIâm good,â you slur, the gasps and moans coming out. his muscles flexing as he felt his legs begin to shake and your own body squeezing him, clearly on the edge yourself.
âwant me to breed this pussy on our first fuck,â he clearly already made his choice as his thrusts grew sloppier. his breathing getting uneven and louder as he drilled his pulsing cock into your warm gooey walls.
âyes-want it allââ you gasp, his lips crash onto yours. and the deep rumble of him moaning into your mouth immediately sent you over the edge again and him following after.
he hissed, his balls clenching as he shot ropes of warm cum into your walls. you were clenching him nails digging into his nape, as he continued thrusting deep and holding as more cum shot into his sonâs hot middle school teacher.
you were whining, especially when his hand wouldnât leave your clit, making you squirt more. he pulled out, biting his lip as he saw the mess he created, and selfishly, he pulled you back on your knees, spreading your pussy apart to get a better look. and you were too fucked out to feel embarrassed.
âshouldâve gotten a warning that you were this dirty,â he teases, slipping a middle finger into the mess and his cum oozing out of your puffy overstimulated pussy hole. he slowly thrusts his fingers in, and your hips reluctantly try to move away. âLook atâcha,â he sighs, mesmerized when you start crying and shaking as you squirt some more, his cock aching at the sight.
he didnât stop, until you were rolling to your side, pushing his hands away. âc-angh toji,â your cheek is pressed against the mattress, eyes glossy and pleading.
âhad enough, pretty girl?â he coos.
you nod, completely exhausted.
âyou sure you donât wanna give me more,â he gently soothes a hand across your ass as he leans down to press a kiss to your lower back. âis that enough for my bratty girl?â
you nod again. eyes doting up at him as if that wasnât both the cutest and filthiest sight heâs ever seen. he trails soft kissed up your spine, gently rolling you to your back, brushing the messy hair from your beautiful face.
your body weak, but still responsive, brushes a hand across his jaw. eyeing his scarred lips, he leans forward, hovering over yours as you sigh blissfully.
âmy dreamâŚâ you whisper. âis dumb.â
his emerald eyes widen slightly before settling. hand caressing the top of your head, thumb rubbing your forehead as he remains close, the intimacy was unlike anything youâd ever felt. fucks absolutely stupid that this closeness has dropped all your walls.
especially when this man whoâs been following you for three days and stopped to talk to you almost every morning after dropping off his son. you felt it was okay to be a little insecure.
âIâm definitely not someone to judge if somethingâs dumb or not, pretty,â his voice was just above a whisper, matching your tone. a gentle smirk pulling at his lips as he reassures you.
and for once, you donât look away. you maintain eye contact, voicing your dumb dreams to the man that asked you a few months ago.
âI wanted to writeâŚfor awhile,â you hesitate for a moment. âstill doâŚbut Iâdonât tell people.â
âlike books?â
you shake your head. finger lazily stroking his jaw tracing his features mindlessly. âno,â you whisper, âshowsâŚI went to school for thatâŚfilm and tv, graduated with a BFA,â you glance at his lips, touching his scar again.
toji remains silent, but his caresses donât stop. gently reassuring you to continue talking, it was similar to the way he talks to megumi, giving him gentle reminders thatâs itâs safe space. it took him awhile to understand what it means to sit and listen, but he likes to think heâs gotten better, especially when you sigh gently.
âbut itâs been two years since I graduatedâŚand writing jobs are difficult,â your thumb trails back to his neck, âlike really hard,â you mutter.
âyou still apply to things?â his tone was identical to yours, not wanting to think heâs pushing. and you nod, licking your glossy bitten lips.
âya, applied for a few writing programs a few weeks ago for the summerâŚâ you trail off. ââŚitâsâŚjust embarrassing,â your voice is much lower. you take a deep breath, your exhale is slightly shaky and your little smile was almost heartbreaking as his brows furrow.
âteaching isnât badâŚstill gives me time to write, and make my portfolio more appealing,â you confess. you sigh, glancing back into his inviting eyes. a small smile appears on your face. âthatâs it.â
toji couldnât describe the way his chest tightened up. It made him feel like he couldnât say the right thing but his lips parted.
âwhen I had megumi,â he starts, speaking just as soft. âi wasnât in a good place. i was young,â he clears his throat. âi canât even remember his momâŚi was pretty sleazy back then,â he confesses, making you crack an amused smile. âbut i had no goals or a job or money, so when megumi was thrown at my doorstep I couldnât throw him out.â he itches his jaw, you could tell it was difficult for him to speak about this. but he quickly gets to the point. âit took me awhile to get my shit together, and I made a fuck ton of mistakes, but eventually thing began to work. I forced myself to believe theyâll work out because of gumi.â
toji exhales as he brushes your forehead again. it felt like he could see through you.
âyouâre a baby,â he whispers. âtwo years isnât a long time, you have a goal, and you havenât given up, right?â
you nod which he makes him crack a wider smirk.
âdonât be embarrassed,â he soothes, âmost people would be jealous, I certainly am.â you scoff, and he raises a brow. âyou think Iâm lyinâ?â
âno,â you mutter. âbut likeââ
âbut nothing,â he grabs your jaw, angling your head up, eyes meeting. âitâll happen. thatâs it, okay?â
you bite your cheek, and his heart clenched even more when your eyes filled with tears. your bottom lip pouting just a bit, trying to hold them back from slipping.
âokay?â his voice more gentle.
and your response is just as sweet as you are, with a gentle tilt forward, your lips pressing against his. eyes closing with exhaustion and some slight ounce of comfort for your worries you hum against his lips. âokay.â
toji caresses your jaw as your worries slip into the night, letting this man kiss you to sleep.
â
the nights events afterwards was a blur, all you could feel when you woke the next morning was the full body ache and slight weight off your chest. you had almost thought it was all a dream, because your body that was covered in the post-sex mess was completely clean, and as were the sheets. but the bruises and bite marks that littered your body was a tell sign and the fact that you, along with the large man sleeping peacefully beside you were still fully naked.
his back rose and fell evenly, he looked peaceful as he slept beside you. the early morning sunrise casting a gentle orange glow across his features, softening him.
you were in awe.
he was so beautiful, it was hard to believe heâs a total sadist in bed, but even that mind blowing sex couldnât make you forget how gentle he was afterwards. his teasing was something you doubt youâve ever come across, and maybe it was because he was older, but his words made you feel more reassured.
your eyes followed the deep scratches that littered his biceps, nape and shoulders that your own face began to burn slightly. âow,â you mutter.
âtaking in the view?â his rasp voice had your eyes snapping back to his face. his eyes now half lidded gazing tiredly at you.
âI didnât mean too,â you gently rub over the scratches on his shoulder, your own voice slightly hoarse from the crying and moaning from last night. toji glances at his biceps not even reacting to the marks, a smirk tugging on his lips.
âI doubt that,â he scoffs.
your eyes widen, âhonest! I donâtâleave marks like this,â you flush, glancing at him with pleading eyes.
he chuckles, rolling to his side inviting you to come closer, but he doesnât give you a chance as he pulls you with his strong arm. pressing his face into your shoulder as he exhales. âitâs hot, so shut up.â
âthey look like they hurt though,â you mutter into his shoulder.
âthey do sting.â
you pull away with even wider eyes full of concern now that he canât help but break out into a boisterous full body laugh. his chest shaking making you roll your eyes. âyouâre joking.â
ânope, they do sting.â
âtoji,â your cute brows are pinched together making him laugh even more.
âdo you always scrunch that face when yâr worried,â he squishes your cheek. âitâs cute, feels like ya do it on purpose.â
âIâm literally just upset,â you pout because he was squishing your cheeks where it was slightly hard to talk. âdoes it actually stingâlike a lot?â your eyes have a little mischief.
âMmm, makes me hard thinkinâ bout how they got there,â he cracks a smirk as you stutter, hand coming to his face.
âshut up,â you roll your eyes.
âdoes anyone else know about this slutty tattoo?â he puts emphasis with his hand splayed on your lower back, rubbing the spot. âthat their teacher actually rides cock like a certified slut.â
âyou canât say that,â you huff, more embarrassed than youâd like to admit because he was pulling your closer to him as his hand grabbed a handful of your ass.
âjust didâam i gonna get punished again,â he throws your words back at, and it only helped to get you even more speechless. âi confess, i would love to get punished again,â he spreads your ass making you arch into his chest. his lips hovering over your ear. âyou were moaning like a little slut.â his lips part as he mimics your moans, âtoji anghââ you slap his chest, making him laugh.
you sit up holding the blanket to your chest as you glare down at him. clearly getting embarrassed, which serves to entertain the older man. he smirks up at you, hand caressing your smaller wrist.
âstop talking about last night,â you deadpan.
âhow can i not, you surprised me,â he confesses making you glare at him.
âwhat did you expect?â you raise a skeptical brow. that attitude of yours was definitely something that had him holding back a whimper. god, your immaturity coming out around him made him hard.
âexpected you to be a little vanilla. not that I wouldâve minded, Iâd get you to do other stuff, but the way you wanted to take me yourself, just to show me your pussy stretching nice a bigââ toji had no shame being vulgar with his words. Especially when you pressed a hand to his mouth, flushed beyond belief.
âstop talking!â you press your face to his shoulder. he doesnât though, instead he pulls your hand away easily and looks up.
âand your messy pussy gushing everywhere, were yaâ always a squirter?â he chuckles because heâd successfully fried your brain where your jaw was slack. your hands came to yours cheeks because you needed to cool down. the blanket slipping to reveal your breasts just a bit.
âyou canât ask me that,â you whine softly, head down.
he leans up, hand pressed on the mattress beside your thigh, his face popping up in front of you, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. âshow me some confidence, pretty girl,â he teases, and earns a hand on his face pushing him away.
âyouâre making fun of me!â you huff, face burning.
âIâm complimenting you,â he laughs.
âwell stop laughing, then,â you snap.
he snorts, laughing still, âcanât help it. just like you canât help spraying on my dick.â
âtoji!â
he laughs again, as you shove his shoulder back making him fall back on the mattress. he pulls your wrist so youâre falling over him. his hand holding your nape. it took less than five seconds for you both to start making out. his gruff voice coming into small grunts as you hum in pleasure.
âI haveta get back to my room before everyone wakes up,â you say between kisses.
âMmm,â toji continues kissing, âin a few.â heâs seating against the headboard, holding your face as you continue making out. it was messy and sloppy, but thatâs all you would do, your hand holding his wrist that attempted to sneak into your pussy from behind. âa pretty girl should cum every morning.â
ânot when sheâs working,â you mutter, licking his tongue, salvia mixing with his as he groans. his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
his hands continued to wander, allowing him to grope your boobs, twisting your nipple as you sigh in pleasureâ
THUMP THUMP THUMP
the loud thumping at the door has you jolting,
âwhoâs that?â you whisper, glancing at the clock. it was still two hours before everyone needed to wake up.
toji shrugs, unsure too as he pulls you back to his lips. âkeep kissing me, pretty.â you follow his pull, lips coming together again until the knocks get louder followed byâ
âdad! are you awake?!â megumiâs little voice yells on the other side. now both you and toji are frozen, you more panicky than him, as he keeps you on his lap when you try to get off. âdad!â
âmr. toji!â yuujiâs voice chimes in only adding to your confusion and slight corner youâre stuck in now.
but thatâs when the light bulb goes off in tojiâs head, âoh.â
âwhat?â you whisper.
âpromised them Iâd take them on my run in the morning,â he glances at the clock, âdidnât think gumi would actually get up though.â
you get a little more panicky, but toji easily chuckles. âget in the bathroom, Iâll tell them I just needa change first.â
you nod, sliding off his lap. he slips his sweats on fixing himself in his boxers as you slip on his tshirt and rush into the bathroom earning a gentle tap on the ass by toji as he tries to squeeze it when he walks past you to the door. âstop,â you squeal, running away and finally closing the bathroom shut.
he licks his lips, biting a groan before swinging the door open, mind you the knocking didnât stop.
âwhat took you so long?â megumi frowns up at him. both boys wearing their shorts, megumi opting for a navy t shirt and yuuji with his bright red tank top.
âit took forever to wake megumi up! but you were the one that woke up late so we get the ten dollars, you promised, you promised!â Yuuji blurts.
toji scratches his hair. âyeah yeah, let me change quickly and Iâll meet you boys in your roomââ
âweâll just wait with you,â megumi easily slips inside his dadâs room followed by yuuji who skips to the large windows.
âwoahhh your view is better than ours,â he presses his face to the glass. âand itâs ten dollars each, not together!â
toji licks his teeth, glancing at the bathroom.
âokay stay put, im gonna take piss and come out,â toji subtly picks up your clothes from the floor along with his own change of clothes before slipping into the bathroom.
his brows raise when he sees an empty room. he quietly whispers your name, walking up the shower and pulling the curtains back to see you sitting. âtheyâre still here?â you mouth. he chuckles, nodding.
âIâll leave with them and then you can slip back to your room after,â he pets your head all cocky, making you slap his hand away with a huff, to which he laughs and walks to the toilet.
you patiently wait in the bathroom until he finishes changing and grabs your jaw, planting a wet kiss against your lips. you hum in shock, whining when he skillfully plays with your tongue groaning. âweâre still going on that date when we get back,â he says licking his lips and you can just nod.
he gives you one last wink before slipping out.
fuck.
unfortunately for you, sleeping with a studentâs parent is exactly how youâd picture it going. him teasing you every chance he gets under his breath. subtle touches when no one is looking, and of course, gentle reminders of last nights events when youâre sitting on the buses back to the school.
âyou need to behave yourself,â you scold him, getting up and sitting on the other side of the aisle. he frowns rolling his eyes.
however things werenât fully realized until you got to the last rest stop. and all the kids flooded out all needing to use the bathroom. toji and you being the first to finish, when toji decided to corner you against the bus.
his hand gently caressing your waist over your top, while the other tilted your chin to the side.
âyou did a good job covering this up,â he rubs the spot where he remembers leaving a pretty dark hickey. âI can leave another one down here,â he drops his hand to the front of your top, pulling the fabric down just a bit.
âtoji,â you say sternly, as if you arenât beyond flustered.
he cracks a smile, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to you, âkiddingâŚso give me a kiss,â he whispers against your lips. âbefore the kids comes.â
you flush. heâs so needy. it was a pleasant surprise, but also messed with your head.
âjust a kiss,â he softly coos, eyes half lidded, hands caressing you like you were all he needed to continue another two hours on this god forsaken bus with a bunch of middle schoolers. so you grant him it.
the kiss was soft, innocent, his hand pulling you flush against his body, âso sweet,â he sighs, slipping his tongue in, as he does, youâve come to realizeâ
âWHAT!â a loud shout has you and toji flinching and whipping to look at the source and of course itâs the mischievous little nobara. âyou were kissing Miss. L/N!!â she shouts so loudly as more of the kids flooded out of the bathrooms.
yuuji who was standing behind her the whole time has his jaw permanently nailed to the ground.
ânobara,â you laugh nervously, trying to defuse the situation, but sheâs already chanting you and mr.toji sitting in a tree K.Iâ. and the other kids follow suite.
yuuji is still sat on the bus with his jaw slack, megumi in a similar state but more of a glare as they surround you both on the seats. toji raises a brow at his kid, almost testing his glare. âhave somethinâ to sayââ
but yuuji immediately stands up, pointing at you. âwhy would mr. toji kiss you! you donât like stinky things and mr. toji is SO STINKY!â yuujiâs cry has you flushing eyes wide.
âyuuji,â you start, but nobara is laughing.
âtheyâre in loveeee so it doesnât matter,â she chuckles and this leaves you and toji stunned.
âin love?!â Megumi now shouts. âmiss is super super sweet and my dad isââ he looks back at his dad frowning. toji puzzled raises a brow.
âyour dad is what?â he tests him.
your sweating, laughing, âokay guys, this isnât the timeââ
âmy dad is grumpy and not sweet,â megumi frowns, not scared at standing up to his dad.
the sixth graders all listening and enjoying the show, ooo at the same time. some were on nobaraâs side of gushing over their sweet lovely teacher with a strong man like toji who theyâve spent most of the trip with. and the other side was on yuuji and megumiâs who are in disbelief that their sweet lovely teacher like you could be with a grumpy fighter like toji.
âIâm not sweet?â toji cocks his head.
megumi hums and yuuji agrees along with a few other boys.
âso when I drive you to school? or take care of ya when yâr sick and whining, or drive you both to practice, or go on runs with you slow-pokes, or buy ya sweets, or take care of youâwhatâs all that then?â toji has the entire bus silent.
megumi and yuuji frown, embarrassed.
âya thatâs what I thought,â toji rubs more salt on the wound and your chest clenches as you look at the boys.
âtoji was a big help with all of you guys, and heâs very sweet for volunteering to come along,â you try to reason with your class who all pout while others gush. âand uhââ you look at the boys who are all upset. âyou kids are obviously the sweetest,â a few of them blink up at you. kids love praise. âyou all made this year amazing and toji agrees with me too. you all brought us all together and definitely were better than the other classes,â you put a finger to your lips. âbut donât tell them I said that.â
the kids all laugh together nodding.
âI told you we were the better class,â yuuji cheers, stunning his tongue out. âitâs because of your class president,â he slaps his chest. megumi laughs, especially when Nobara starts arguing with him.
âno itâs because Iâm CO-President!â she huffs and the two go back n forth immediately changing the subject for the rest of the bus ride.
and once you settle back into your seat toji gives you smirk. you raise a brow.
he shrugs.
you tilt your head. weird.
but all toji was doing was admiring you. simple.
a/n: this was longer than I intended, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it. I definitely spent months coming in and out of this story, havenât written smut in a few months so I had to find my style again lol!
I may write a much shorter pt2 of this, not sure yet,âbut anywaysss I hope you all liked it and Iâm sorry this wasnât very mma centered đ