Seduce and destroy

“Choso, p-please—”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hangs open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at you, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that—hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out—cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeahhh,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described—plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, t-that’s-, fuck, embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disheveled with a few dark strands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in an attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiny, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache—everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis—making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

☆ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye—why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence has remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing he wants more than to come home to his lovely girlfriend whom he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from, but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to loosen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice—which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has been trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested—telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look—spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole—you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely—hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together—you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins—you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it—good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

☆ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends—or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brain’s at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later—bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down—forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddenly calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck—was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond—telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before—the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy wrapped all pretty around their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving to look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s soooo fuckin’ pretty taking my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray—debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches every time he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

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You've been dating Toji for three months now, and tonight marks a shift you've both been building toward. The age gap between you—him settled into his mid thirties with a seven-year-old son, you still navigating your early twenties—raised eyebrows at first, but there's an undeniable pull between you. Megumi's sleeping over at a friend’s house, which means you have the entire night. No interruptions. No holding back.

The bedroom door clicks shut, and Toji's presence fills the space behind you immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. You can feel every defined muscle, the way his body radiates a quiet, controlled strength.

"Been waiting for this," he says against your ear, voice low and unhurried. His breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."

Your heart hammers as his palms slide up your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts through your thin tank top. The touch is deliberate, mapping you out like he's committing every detail to memory.

"Toji..." you breathe, already feeling heat pool low in your belly.

"Shh." His lips find the curve of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there while his hands continue their exploration. The scar on his lip—a pale line bisecting the left side—drags against your skin, a reminder of how different his world is from yours. "You trust me?"

"Yes." The answer comes without hesitation.

"Good." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you from behind. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel him—thick and already hard, pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. "Told you I'd help you figure out what that body of yours can do. Tonight's the night, doll."

You'd confessed to him weeks ago, during a late-night conversation, that you'd never found your g-spot. Never experienced squirting despite watching enough videos to know it was possible. He'd just given you that dangerous half-smile, the scar on his lip pulling slightly, and promised he'd show you everything you were missing.

Toji spins you around, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's immediately consuming. He doesn't ease into it—his tongue slides against yours with purpose, claiming and demanding. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he finally pulls back, you're breathless and dizzy.

"Get on the bed," he says simply.

You obey, settling onto the mattress while he watches with dark, focused eyes. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the carved planes of his chest and abdomen. Scars mark his skin—some faded, some newer—each one a story he's never fully told you. His body is a weapon honed through years of whatever dangerous work he does, and right now, all that controlled power is focused entirely on you.

He stalks toward the bed, movements unhurried but predatory. When he reaches you, his hands go to the hem of your tank top.

"Arms up."

You raise them, and he pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze rakes over you—your full breasts straining against your bra, the thick muscle of your thighs. His jaw tightens as he takes you in.

"Perfect," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

He pushes you back onto the mattress, following you down. His weight settles over you, and you can feel every hard inch of him pressed against your core. The friction of his sweatpants against your shorts makes you gasp, hips bucking up involuntarily.

Toji grinds down deliberately, the thick ridge of his cock dragging right where you need it. "Feel that?" he asks, doing it again. "That's what you do to me."

"Please," you whimper, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.

"Not yet." His fingers find the button of your shorts, flicking it open with practiced ease. "Lift your hips."

You do, and he slides both your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth pull, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hits your overheated skin, and you instinctively try to close your legs, but Toji's hands on your thighs stop you.

"Don't hide." His voice carries quiet authority as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open. His eyes fix between your thighs, and you watch his throat work as he swallows. "Fuck. Look at you."

He runs one finger through your folds, gathering the wetness already there, and you jolt at the contact. When he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time, your face burns.

"Tastes good," he says, settling between your thighs. His hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to his face. "But I need more than a taste."

"You don't have to—oh fuck!"

Your protest dissolves into a sharp moan as his tongue drags through your folds, slow and thorough. He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl against the sheets.

Toji eats pussy like he does everything else—with complete focus and zero hesitation. His tongue works through your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to fuck into your entrance. He's not gentle about it either. His face presses close enough that you can feel his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue explores you, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.

"Could do this for hours," he mutters against your flesh, and you believe him.

Your hands find his dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as pleasure builds with each stroke of his tongue. He alternates between broad licks and focused attention on your clit, occasionally sealing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking until you cry out.

"That's it," he encourages, the words vibrating against you. "Let me hear you."

When he slides one thick finger inside you, your back arches off the bed. He pumps it slowly, curling it as he searches, and you can feel him exploring your inner walls with clear intent.

"Gonna find it," he says, adding a second finger. The stretch makes you gasp—his fingers are so much thicker than yours, reaching deeper than you've ever managed on your own. "That spot that's gonna make you lose your mind."

He curls his fingers just right, and suddenly there's pressure—deep and intense and completely different from anything you've felt before.

"There," Toji says with satisfaction, pressing against that spot again. "Found you."

"Toji, I—" You're not sure what you're trying to say. The sensation is overwhelming, making you want to squirm away and press closer simultaneously.

"I know." His free hand pins your hip down, keeping you in place. "Just relax. Trust me."

He maintains that steady pressure inside you while his tongue works your clit, and the combination builds something unfamiliar low in your belly. Your thighs start shaking, and there's a strange fullness, a pressure that feels like you might—

"Let go," Toji instructs, pulling back just enough to watch your face while his fingers continue their work. "Stop fighting it. Just let it happen."

"I can't—it feels weird—"

"You can." His thumb replaces his tongue on your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Give it to me, doll."

The pressure becomes unbearable, and then suddenly you're coming apart. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm hits, but it's different this time—you feel yourself gush, fluid leaking out around his fingers as you squirt for the first time in your life. The intensity of it makes you sob, tears streaming down your face as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.

"Fuck yes," Toji groans, and you feel his tongue on you again, lapping up everything you give him. "That's my girl. Squirting all over my face. So fucking perfect."

You're shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sensations you've never experienced. When you finally come down, you're boneless and gasping, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Toji crawls up your body, his face wet with your release, and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, and instead of embarrassment, it sends another pulse of arousal through you.

"Did so good," he murmurs against your lips, kissing away the tears on your cheeks. "See? Told you your body could do it."

"That was—I've never—" Words fail you completely.

"I know." There's satisfaction in his voice as he sits back on his heels. "And we're just getting started."

He strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and even though you've felt him against you, seeing him bare still makes your eyes widen. He's huge—easily eight or nine inches of thick, veined cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Your fingers wouldn't touch if you wrapped your hand around him.

"See what you do to me?" He strokes himself slowly, and you watch, mesmerized. "Been hard since we walked in here."

He reaches for the nightstand, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

"No condom," you say, surprising yourself with the boldness. "Want to feel you. All of you."

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "You sure? Because if I fuck you raw, I'm not pulling out."

The thought sends heat flooding through you. "I'm on birth control. Please, Toji."

"Fuck." He tosses the unopened condom aside. "Gonna ruin you, baby."

He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your opening. Even as wet as you are, even after your orgasm, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. You feel every inch as he works himself inside, slow and relentless.

"Breathe," he instructs, watching your face carefully. "Take it slow. That's it."

The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Don't do that yet," he grits out. "Still gotta get all the way in."

It takes time—he's so thick that your body needs to adjust to accommodate him—but finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you. You feel impossibly full, stretched to your absolute limit. When you look down, you can see the slight bulge in your lower belly where he's buried deep.

"Look at that." Toji presses down on the bulge, and you both groan at the sensation. "So deep in this pussy. Gonna find every spot that makes you scream."

He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is exquisite—you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open.

"So tight," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm. "Squeezing me so good."

He angles his hips, searching, and when he hits that spot inside you again, you cry out sharply.

"There it is." He adjusts his position, making sure every thrust hits that same spot. "That's what I'm looking for."

The pleasure builds quickly, intensifying with each deliberate stroke. Your hands clutch at his back, nails digging into scarred skin as he fucks into you with clear purpose.

"Toji," you gasp, his name the only word you can manage.

"That's right. Say my name." He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation combined with the way he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust pushes you toward another orgasm.

"Gonna make you squirt on my cock," Toji says, voice rough. "Wanna feel you gush all over me while I'm buried inside you."

Your second orgasm hits like a tidal wave. You scream his name as your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself gushing again, fluid leaking out around his cock as he continues to fuck you through it.

"Holy fuck," he groans. "So fucking hot. Making such a mess, doll."

You're crying again, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your thoughts are starting to go hazy, the edges of your mind going soft and unfocused.

"Pretty when you cry," Toji murmurs, leaning down to lick the tears from your cheeks. "Crying on my cock like a good girl."

He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss.

"Hands and knees," he orders.

You scramble to obey on shaky limbs, getting into position. Once you're there, he slides back in with one smooth thrust, and the new angle has him hitting even deeper. You can feel him pressing against your cervix, and the mix of pleasure-pain makes you sob.

"Too deep?" he asks, but he doesn't slow down.

"N-no," you manage. "Feels good. So good."

"That's my girl." One hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine. "Taking every fucking inch."

He fucks you hard in this position, each thrust making your ass bounce and your breasts sway. The sounds are obscene—the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your increasingly incoherent moans.

"Such a good little slut for me," Toji says, and the degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him. "Yeah? You like that? Like being my personal fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes."

Your arms give out, and you collapse forward onto the bed, ass still in the air. Toji follows you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continues to pound into you.

"Gonna try something," he says. "Tell me if it's too much."

You feel his finger—slick with your wetness—press against your other hole. You tense instinctively, but he soothes you with his free hand stroking your back.

"Relax," he murmurs. "Just gonna use my finger. Gonna make you feel even better."

He works his finger in slowly, and the added fullness makes you see stars. You've never felt so full, so completely claimed.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Toji groans. "Taking me in both holes. So fucking tight."

He fucks you like this for what feels like hours, finger in your ass and cock in your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You lose count of how many times you cum, each orgasm blending into the next until you're just a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.

Your mind is completely gone now, cock-drunk and incoherent. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets, and you can't form words anymore, just babbling nonsense and his name.

"T-Toji, Toji, please, so good, can't—I can't—more, please, so full, love it, love your cock, please please please—"

"That's it, doll," he encourages. "Go dumb on my dick. Don't need to think. Just need to feel."

He pulls his finger out and flips you over onto your back again. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up, but Toji hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.

"Gonna fuck you even deeper," he warns.

When he slides back in, this position has him hitting your cervix with every thrust. The intensity makes you scream—it's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain but so good you never want it to stop.

"Look at you," Toji says, and you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. "Completely fucked out. Drooling and crying and taking my cock so well."

He leans down, and you think he's going to kiss you, but instead he spits directly into your open mouth.

"Swallow," he orders.

You do without thinking, and his eyes darken with approval.

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."

His thrusts are getting erratic now, and you can tell he's close. One of his hands wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other finds your clit again.

"One more," he demands. "Cum with me, baby."

The pressure on your throat, the stimulation on your clit, the relentless pounding of his cock—it all combines to push you over the edge one more time. You cum with a silent scream, body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision.

Coming down from your high, you feel his thrusts become sloppy. In your cock-drunk haze, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him inside you. You need him to stay, need to feel every drop.

"Fuck," Toji chants, and then he's cumming too, buried as deep as he can get. You can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his release, and it seems to go on forever.

The leg-lock does something to Toji. His eyes go wild, almost feral, and he groans like he's in pain.

"Fuck, doll," he gasps. "Locking me in like that. Keeping me inside this pussy."

He's still hard inside you—barely softened at all—and you can feel him starting to move again.

"Can't stop," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "This pussy's got me fucking drunk. Need more."

"Yes," you slur, still not fully coherent. "More. Want more."

"Gonna give it to you." His voice has gone rough, almost desperate. "Gonna fuck my cum deeper inside you. Gonna fill you up even more."

He unwraps your legs from around him and pulls out, and you both watch as his cum leaks out of your used pussy. The sight makes him groan.

"So pretty," he says, gathering the cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. "This all belongs inside you."

Then he's maneuvering you into a new position. He sits back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. His cock slides back into you easily, and this position has him even deeper than before.

"Gonna fuck you like this," he says, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. "Want you to watch."

You look down and can see everything—your swollen, used pussy stretched around his thick cock, his cum leaking out around him, the way your lower belly bulges slightly with each thrust.

"See that?" One hand presses on the bulge. "So deep in this pussy. Fucking your cervix. Gonna make you feel me for days."

He starts to move, lifting you up and down on his cock. The position has your legs spread wide, completely open and exposed, and you can see everything in the mirror across from the bed.

You look wrecked—hair a mess, face flushed and tear-stained, drool on your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused. You look thoroughly fucked, and the sight makes you clench around him.

"Like watching?" Toji asks. "Like seeing how ruined you look?"

"Uh-huh," you manage, unable to form real words anymore.

One of his hands slides up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other finds your clit again. You're so oversensitive that even the lightest touch makes you jerk.

"Gonna make you cum again," he says. "Wanna see how many times I can make this pussy squirt."

He bounces you on his cock faster, harder, and you can only hold on and take it. Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant moan.

"That's it. Just take it. Don't gotta do anything but sit there and let me use this pussy like the cockwhore you are."

The degradation mixed with the praise, the overstimulation, the feeling of his cum inside you—it all pushes you toward another orgasm. You didn't think you had another one in you, but your body proves you wrong.

"Gonna—gonna—" you try to warn him, but the words won't come.

"I know. Can feel you getting tight. Go ahead. Squirt all over my cock again."

Your orgasm hits, and you do squirt again, fluid gushing out around his cock and soaking both of you. You're sobbing now, completely overwhelmed, body shaking uncontrollably.

"So good," Toji groans. "Such a good fucking girl."

He shifts positions again, this time pulling you forward so you're on your hands and knees. But instead of kneeling behind you, he straddles your hips, one arm wrapping around your throat in a loose headlock while the other grips your hip.

"This okay?" he checks, and you nod frantically.

"Good," he says, and then he's fucking into you with renewed intensity.

The headlock position has you completely at his mercy. You can't move, can't do anything but take what he gives you. The angle is different too, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.

"Love having you like this," he grunts in your ear. "Completely under my control."

His arm around your throat tightens slightly—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make you lightheaded. Combined with the relentless pounding, it's almost too much.

"Color?" he asks, checking in.

"Green," you gasp. "So green. Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning to."

He fucks you harder, faster, chasing his second orgasm. You're beyond cumming at this point, just existing in a constant state of pleasure, body trembling and twitching with every thrust.

"Gonna fill you up again," he warns. "Gonna pump you so full of cum it'll be leaking out for days."

The possessiveness in his voice makes you clench weakly around him.

"Yeah, you like that," he says. "Like being mine."

"Yours," you manage to slur. "All yours."

"Damn right," he growls, and then he's cumming again, the arm around your throat tightening as he buries himself as deep as possible.

You can feel him pulsing inside you, adding to the mess already there. It's so much—too much—and you can feel it leaking out even as he's still cumming.

When he finally finishes, he releases the headlock and you collapse forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Toji follows you down, keeping his cock inside you as you both catch your breath.

"Did so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "So fucking perfect for me."

You can only whimper in response, completely fucked out and incoherent. Your body is still twitching with aftershocks, oversensitive and used.

Toji finally pulls out, and you both watch as cum gushes out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you. There's so much of it, and the sight makes him groan.

"Fuck, look at that," he says, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you. "So pretty like this."

He brings his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, and you automatically open, sucking them clean without thought.

"Good girl," he praises. "Love how cock-drunk you get."

He gathers more cum on his fingers and feeds it to you again, and you swallow it down obediently, too far gone to feel embarrassed.

"That's it. Taste how good we are together."

When his fingers are clean, he finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You're still trembling, still crying softly, completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened.

"Shh, I got you," he soothes, stroking your hair. "You're okay. Did so good for me."

His praise makes you cry harder, emotions overwhelming you.

"Found it," you mumble against his chest. "Found my g-spot."

He laughs softly. "Yeah, we did. And you squirted so pretty for me, doll."

"Love you," you slur, barely conscious now.

"Love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now rest. Gonna take care of you."

You drift off in his arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, already dreaming about the next time he'll take you apart like this.

When you wake up later, cleaned and tucked into fresh sheets, Toji is there beside you, watching you with soft eyes.

"Hey, doll," he says gently. "How you feeling?"

"Sore," you admit. "But good. Really good."

"Good," he says, pulling you closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Gonna spend all night finding new ways to make you squirt for me."

And he does.

By morning, you can barely walk, thoroughly marked and claimed and completely his. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

Then you saw it.

In the center case, under its own spotlight, sat a diamond the size of a walnut, cut so perfectly it threw rainbows across the walls when the light hit it just right. Your breath caught for half a second. That one was coming home with you. You smashed the glass with a gloved fist, the alarm staying silent thanks to the jammer you had clipped to your belt earlier. The diamond dropped into your palm, cold and heavy, and you slipped it into a special pouch inside your suit before turning back to the rest of the vault. You didn’t stop until the sack was bulging and your arms ached from the weight. Only then did you sling it over your shoulder and head for the service exit you had left cracked open.

The door never opened.

A massive shadow dropped from the ceiling and landed between you and freedom. Batman Toji stood there in full gear, the black cape settling around his broad shoulders like it belonged to him. The cowl hid most of his face, but you could still see the hard line of his jaw and the way his eyes narrowed the second they landed on the sack hanging from your shoulder. He was built like a goddamn tank—shoulders wide enough to block doorways, arms thick with muscle that strained against the armored suit, chest rising and falling slow and steady like he hadn’t just dropped from three stories up. The city loved him. Kids had posters. News anchors called him a hero. Right now he just looked pissed.

"Put the bag down, Catwoman,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. “You’re not walking out of here with that.”

You tilted your head, letting a slow smile curve your lips. “Damn, Bats. You always show up looking this good or is tonight special just for me? Those arms look like they could bench press a car. Makes a girl wonder what else you’re packing under all that armor.

Toji didn’t even blink. “I’m not here for your bullshit. Drop the bag. Now.”

You took one slow step closer, the sack shifting against your back. “Come on, handsome. We both know you don’t really want to drag me to jail tonight. Look at you—big, strong, serious. Bet you’d rather be doing something a lot more fun than paperwork.”

His gloved hand flexed at his side. “Last warning.”

You laughed, low and throaty, and that was when he moved. He came at you fast, one hand reaching for the sack, the other aiming to pin your wrist. You twisted away, using the momentum to swing the heavy bag into his side. It connected with a dull thud and he grunted, but he recovered quicker than you expected. A gloved fist grazed your ribs and you hissed, ducking under his next grab. The two of you traded blows in the narrow hallway—your agility against his raw power. You landed a kick to his thigh that made him stumble, but he caught your ankle on the next swing and yanked you off balance. You rolled with it, using the pull to flip backward and land on your feet again.

“Feisty,” you panted, circling him. “I like that.”

“Shut up and fight,” he growled, lunging again.

This time you were ready. You slipped past his reach, slammed your shoulder into the emergency exit bar, and burst out into the alley. The sack bounced against your back as you sprinted for the fire escape ladder. Toji was right behind you, boots pounding the pavement. You climbed fast, muscles burning, the diamond collection clinking softly inside the bag with every rung. By the time you hauled yourself onto the rooftop, your lungs were on fire and the city stretched out below like a glittering map. Toji’s silhouette appeared at the edge of the roof seconds later, cape snapping in the wind as he pulled himself up after you.

You backed up a few steps, sack still slung over one shoulder, chest heaving. The moonlight caught on the black material of your suit, highlighting every curve. Toji straightened to his full height, breathing steady despite the chase. His eyes never left you.

“You’re fast,” he said, voice carrying across the open space. “But not fast enough to outrun me forever.”

You smirked, wiping a bead of sweat from your temple with the back of your glove. “Keep chasing me like this and I might start thinking you like the view from behind.”

Toji took one deliberate step forward, fists loose at his sides. “You’re going to jail tonight. That’s all there is to it.”

The wind picked up, carrying the distant sound of sirens that hadn’t quite reached this block yet. You shifted your weight, ready to run again if you had to, the heavy sack a constant reminder of exactly how much trouble you were in. Toji’s presence filled the rooftop like a storm cloud, all muscle and quiet fury, and for the first time that night you felt the real weight of what came next.

You didn’t waste another second. The moment Toji took that single step forward, you spun on your heel and bolted across the rooftop, the heavy sack of stolen jewels bouncing against your spine with every stride. The wind tore at your mask and the black fabric of your catsuit as you vaulted over the low ledge and landed on the next building, boots scraping concrete. Behind you, the unmistakable sound of heavy boots followed—Batman Toji wasn’t letting up. His cape snapped like a flag in the wind, and every time you glanced back you caught the glint of his cowl under the moonlight.

You cleared another gap between rooftops, heart hammering, when a thin white strand suddenly snapped across your path. You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Of course. The web belonged to only one person, and you already knew who was waiting at the end of it. Spiderman Gojo dropped down from a water tower in that ridiculous red-and-blue suit, landing in a crouch that somehow still looked cocky. The mask hid his face, but you could practically feel the shit-eating grin underneath it.

"Bad kitty,” he called out, voice bright and teasing even as he shot another web that you had to dodge mid-run. “Stealing from a jewelry store? That’s low, even for you. What, diamonds not shiny enough on your own collar?”

You laughed under your breath, the sound carried away by the wind as you kept moving. Both heroes were gaining, and the bickering started almost immediately.

“Stay out of this, web-head,” Toji growled from behind you, his voice rough and irritated. “She’s mine tonight.”

Gojo’s laughter rang out, light and unbothered. “Yours? Please. Last time you said that I still had to save your ass from falling off a fire escape. Besides, the people love me more. I’m the fun one.”

"Fun doesn’t put criminals in cuffs,” Toji snapped, leaping across the same gap you had just cleared. “And I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

You couldn’t help the sharp bark of laughter that escaped you as you sprinted. Their voices carried easily over the rooftops, the two of them arguing like you weren’t even there.

“Admit it, Bats,” Gojo continued, swinging ahead of you on another web line. “You just don’t want to share the credit. Or maybe you like the view too much to let her go.”

"Shut the fuck up,” Toji barked back. “Focus on the job instead of running your mouth.”

You were still laughing when the next building came into view and your stomach dropped. It was too high. The gap was wider than any you’d cleared tonight, the edge of the opposite rooftop a good twenty feet away and at least one story higher. Your boots skidded to a halt right at the ledge, the sack swinging forward and nearly pulling you off balance. The laughter died in your throat.

Both men landed behind you in perfect sync—Toji’s heavy landing sending a small cloud of dust into the air, Gojo touching down light as a cat. You turned slowly, the smirk sliding back onto your face like a mask of its own. Hands raised in mock surrender, you let the sack dangle from one finger.

“Alright, boys,” you purred, voice smooth despite the adrenaline still rushing through you. “Looks like you finally cornered the infamous Catwoman. Impressive. Really. But here’s the thing—I’m willing to make a deal. You let me walk, and this very heavy, very expensive bag of shiny things hits the ground right now. No chase, no cuffs, no paperwork. Everybody wins.”

Toji didn’t even hesitate. “Not happening.”

Gojo tilted his head, the white eyes of his mask narrowing slightly. “Tempting offer, but I’m gonna have to pass. You’ve been a very bad kitty tonight and I think it’s time you learned some manners.”

You made a show of letting the sack slip an inch lower, watching both of them flinch in perfect unison. The sight pulled another laugh from you, low and throaty. Neither one of them was listening to the actual words coming out of your mouth. They were too busy staring at the bag like it was the only thing that mattered. Fine. Time for plan B—the one that always worked when heroes got too eager.

The silence stretched between the three of you like a live wire, the distant wail of sirens still too far to matter yet. You let the smirk linger on your lips as you watched both heroes stand there, rigid, the weight of your first offer clearly not landing. Fine. Time for something they couldn’t ignore.

You tilted your head, voice dropping into a low, velvet purr. “Fine. You can drag me off to the authorities… or,” you paused, letting the word hang while your hips began a slow, deliberate sway. Step by step you closed the distance to Toji, the heavy sack of jewels still dangling from your fingers before you set it down with a soft thud.

Your gloved hand rose, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his armored chest, feeling the faint rise and fall of his breath beneath the suit. “You both could have your way with me. Right here. Right now. Wouldn’t that be more fun than paperwork and handcuffs?”

You bit your lower lip, eyes flicking between them, letting the suggestion settle. Gojo’s masked head snapped toward Toji, the white lenses of his mask narrowing. Toji’s jaw flexed, visible even under the cowl, but he didn’t immediately bark a refusal. Instead his gaze dragged over you, slow and heavy, before he rolled his eyes and exhaled through his teeth like the decision physically pained him.

“Fuck,” Toji muttered, voice gravel-rough. “You’re really pushing it, cat.”

Gojo let out a short, incredulous laugh, but there was heat under it. “She’s serious. Look at her. Bad kitty making the worst best offer of the night.”

Toji’s silence was answer enough. The bulge pressing against the front of his suit was impossible to miss, and the way his gloved hands flexed at his sides told you everything. You smiled, bright and wicked, excitement sparking through you as you stepped away from him and toward Gojo.

You reached up, fingers hooking under the edge of his mask and lifting it just enough to expose his mouth. The second your lips met his the kiss turned messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding hot and wet. Gojo groaned into it, one hand immediately gripping your waist while the other tangled in the back of your suit. You moaned right back, the sound swallowed between you as you pressed closer, bodies flush.

Your free hand found the zipper at the front of your catsuit. The metallic rasp was loud in the night air as you dragged it down, inch by inch, revealing the swell of your breasts, the smooth skin of your sternum, the curve of your stomach. The cool rooftop breeze kissed newly exposed flesh and your nipples tightened instantly. You kept the kiss going, sloppy and hungry, saliva glistening on both your lips when you finally pulled back just enough to breathe.

“See?” you whispered against Gojo’s mouth, voice husky. “Told you it’d be fun.”

Toji’s low growl rumbled behind you, but he didn’t stop you. His eyes stayed locked on the way your suit gaped open, on the way your body moved as you leaned back into another deep, wet kiss with the web-slinger. Gojo’s hands roamed greedily now, one sliding down to palm your ass through the remaining fabric, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, kitty,” Gojo breathed when the kiss broke again, lips shiny. “You taste like trouble.”

You laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan as Toji finally stepped in close behind you, his large frame boxing you between them. His gloved hand found your hip, fingers digging in possessively while his other hand reached around to cup one of your breasts through the open suit, thumb brushing over your nipple. The contrast of his rough touch and Gojo’s eager grip had heat pooling low in your belly.

“Both of you,” you murmured, voice thick with want, “are way too eager for this. Thought you wanted me in cuffs.”

Toji’s mouth brushed the shell of your ear, breath hot. “Still might. After.”

Gojo chuckled, already leaning in for another kiss, mask still pushed up just enough. “Speak for yourself, Bats. I’m enjoying the view right now.”

Your zipper kept sliding lower under your own fingers, the suit parting further as the night air and two pairs of hungry hands explored every inch you revealed. The chase was over. The real game had just begun.

The zipper kept descending under your fingers until the glossy black fabric parted all the way down your front, the cool night wind rushing over your bare skin and making your nipples pebble tight. You let the catsuit hang open, the heavy material sliding off one shoulder as you pressed your body back into Toji’s broad chest. His gloved palm immediately claimed your left breast, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp, while Gojo’s hands slid down your hips and gripped your ass through the remaining fabric, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

“Fuck, look at you,” Gojo breathed against your mouth, mask still pushed up just enough for his lips to brush yours with every word. “Tits out on a rooftop like a filthy little cat in heat. You really gonna let us wreck you right here where anyone could see?”

Toji’s low growl vibrated against your ear. “She’s been asking for it all night. Running around in that tight suit, shaking her ass, thinking she could tease us and get away with it.” His free hand slid down your stomach, pushing the open zipper even lower until his fingers brushed the slick heat between your thighs. “Already wet for us, kitty. Pathetic.”

You moaned at the rough touch, hips rolling forward into his hand while your ass pushed back against Gojo’s grip. “Maybe I like being caught,” you purred, voice husky. “Maybe I want both of you to fuck me stupid up here. Think you can handle that, Bats? Or are you all talk?”

Toji answered by yanking the rest of your suit down your hips in one sharp tug, the fabric pooling around your boots. He spun you around to face him, gloved fingers gripping your jaw as he crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue pushed deep, claiming every inch while Gojo dropped to his knees behind you, spreading your cheeks and dragging his tongue straight over your tight hole in a filthy, wet stripe.

"Shit—!” you gasped into Toji’s mouth, knees buckling as Gojo’s tongue circled and pushed, spit dripping down your crack while his fingers dug into your thighs. Toji caught you easily, one massive arm hooking under your leg to hold you open as he shoved two gloved fingers into your dripping pussy without warning. The stretch burned so good you cried out, clenching around him while Gojo kept eating your ass like he was starving.

“Listen to her,” Gojo mumbled against your skin, voice thick with spit. “Moaning like a whore already. Bet she’s never had two heroes ruining her at once.” He spat directly on your hole and pushed his tongue back in, fucking you with it while Toji’s fingers curled hard against your front wall.

“Gonna make you squirt all over my hand before I even put my cock in you,” Toji growled against your lips, adding a third finger and pumping faster. “Then I’m gonna stuff both your holes until you’re leaking our cum down your thighs like the greedy little thief you are.”

Your head fell back against Gojo’s shoulder as the pleasure built fast and sharp. Toji’s thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles while his fingers fucked you open and Gojo’s tongue kept working your ass. The wet sounds were obscene in the night air, your moans echoing off the rooftops as your thighs started to shake.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—” you choked out, hips jerking wildly between them.

Toji’s mouth curved into a dark smirk against your throat. “That’s it, cat. Cum for us.”

The orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching and squirting around Toji’s fingers while Gojo groaned and lapped up every drop that ran down your thighs. They didn’t give you time to recover. Toji freed his thick cock from his suit, the heavy length slapping against your stomach, and Gojo stood up behind you, mask still half-lifted as he freed his own cock and pressed the head against your spit-slick ass.

"Ready to take both of us, kitty?” Gojo asked, voice rough with need. “Gonna fill you up so good you’ll forget how to run.”

Toji gripped your hips, lifting you like you weighed nothing and lining his cock up with your soaked pussy. “Answer him, cat. Tell us you want it.”

You barely had time to nod before both men thrust forward at once, Toji burying himself to the hilt in your cunt while Gojo pushed into your ass. The stretch was overwhelming, your body shaking as they filled you completely, your moans turning into broken sobs of pleasure. They started moving immediately, rough and relentless, using you between them on the open rooftop while the city lights glittered below and distant sirens wailed somewhere far away.

"Fuck, she’s tight,” Toji grunted, pounding up into you hard enough to make your tits bounce. “Taking both cocks like she was made for it.”

Gojo’s hands gripped your waist from behind, driving into your ass with sharp thrusts. “Such a good little slut for us. Gonna pump you full, kitty. Gonna make you leak for days.”

They fucked you harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing across the roof. Your body bounced between them, every thrust punching moans from your throat as they used you without mercy. Another orgasm built fast, your walls fluttering around both cocks as they hit every sensitive spot inside you.

“Gonna cum again,” you sobbed, nails digging into Toji’s armored shoulders. “Please—please don’t stop—”

Toji’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision spark. “Cum on our cocks, cat. Show us how much you love being used.”

You shattered again, squirting hard around Toji’s cock while your ass clenched on Gojo’s length. They didn’t slow down, fucking you straight through it, chasing their own release with brutal thrusts. Toji came first, burying himself deep and flooding your pussy with thick ropes of cum, the heat pushing you into another smaller orgasm.

Gojo followed seconds later, groaning loud as he pumped your ass full, both men holding you up as their cum started leaking out around their cocks and dripping down your thighs.

They stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, hands roaming your sweat-slick skin. Toji’s mouth found yours again in a slower, messier kiss while Gojo pressed soft bites along your shoulder.

“Fuck,” Gojo muttered, voice hoarse. “We’re not done with you yet, kitty.”

Toji pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your used pussy before he turned you around and pushed you down onto your knees between them. “Clean us up, cat. Then we’re flipping you over and doing it all again.”

You looked up at both heroes through hazy eyes, their cocks still hard and glistening with your slick and their cum, and smiled like the filthy little thief you were.

You looked up at both heroes through hazy eyes, their cocks still hard and glistening with your slick and their cum, and smiled like the filthy little thief you were. The night was far from over.

Toji’s gloved hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so you had no choice but to meet his dark stare. “Open that pretty mouth, cat. Clean every drop you left on us.” His voice was low and commanding, the kind that made your thighs clench even though you were already wrecked. Gojo chuckled behind you, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your spit-slick ass while his cock twitched against your cheek.

"Fuck, she looks so good on her knees like this,” Gojo said, voice thick with lust. “Our little kitty thief all messy and dripping. Bet you love tasting yourself on our cocks, don’t you, kitty?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead you leaned forward and dragged your tongue up the underside of Toji’s thick length, collecting the mix of your juices and his cum in one slow, filthy lick. The taste was obscene, salty and slick, and you moaned around him as you took the head into your mouth. Toji’s hips jerked forward, pushing deeper until your lips stretched wide around his girth. At the same time Gojo pressed his cock against your other cheek, smearing more cum across your skin.

"That’s it, cat. Suck him nice and deep,” Gojo praised, his hand sliding down to grip your ass hard enough to leave bruises. “While you’re at it, stroke me. Don’t be shy—use both hands if you need to.”

Your fingers wrapped around Gojo’s cock, pumping him in time with the bobbing of your head on Toji. Spit ran down your chin, mixing with the cum already coating your lips. Toji’s grip tightened in your hair, guiding your movements with rough little thrusts that made your throat flutter around him. “Good girl. Take it deeper. Show us how bad you want to be our filthy little cumdump.”

Gojo’s free hand reached down and pinched one of your nipples, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers until you whimpered around Toji’s cock. “Look at these tits bouncing while you suck. So fucking pretty. I’m gonna paint them next time I cum.”

Toji pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening head. “Enough. I want that pussy again.” He hauled you up like you weighed nothing, spinning you around and bending you over the edge of the rooftop ledge. The city lights sparkled far below, sirens still distant but growing louder. The danger only made your pulse race hotter.

Gojo moved in front of you, lifting your chin with two fingers. “Open up for me, kitty. I want that throat while Toji wrecks your cunt.”

Toji didn’t wait. He slammed into your soaked pussy in one brutal thrust, the force rocking you forward onto Gojo’s waiting cock. You choked around the thick length as it pushed past your lips, tears springing to your eyes from the sudden stretch in both ends. Toji’s hips snapped forward again and again, the wet slap of skin echoing across the rooftop while his heavy balls smacked against your clit with every stroke.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight,” Toji growled, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached around to rub your swollen clit. “Even after we filled her up she’s squeezing me like she never wants to let go.”

Gojo’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you steady as he fucked your mouth with long, deep strokes. “That’s because our kitty loves being used. Don’t you, cat? Love having both holes stuffed by the heroes you tried to run from.”

You could only moan around Gojo’s cock, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder. Toji’s pace grew brutal, each thrust punching the air from your lungs and driving you deeper onto Gojo.

Your tits swung beneath you, nipples brushing the cool concrete ledge. The overstimulation was almost too much—your clit throbbed under Toji’s rough fingers, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick cock while your throat worked around Gojo.

“Gonna cum again,” you tried to say, but it came out garbled around the cock in your mouth. Gojo laughed breathlessly.

“She’s trying to talk with her mouth full. Cute.” He pulled out just long enough for you to gasp in air before pushing back in. “Cum on Toji’s cock, kitty. Show us how much you love getting fucked stupid on a rooftop where anyone could see.”

Your orgasm crashed over you hard, pussy spasming and squirting around Toji’s length as your vision whited out. Toji groaned at the tight squeeze, fucking you through it with short, punishing thrusts that kept you shaking. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and stroked himself fast, painting thick ropes of cum across your face and tits while you moaned and trembled between them.

Toji didn’t stop. He kept pounding into your oversensitive cunt, chasing his own release with single-minded focus. “One more, cat. Give me one more before I fill this greedy pussy again.” His fingers worked your clit mercilessly, pushing you straight into another orgasm that had you screaming his name into the night air.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, flooding your already dripping pussy with another load of hot cum. It leaked out around his cock, running down your thighs in thick white rivulets. Gojo knelt in front of you, licking his own cum off your tits with slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue while Toji stayed buried inside you, grinding lazily through the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” Toji muttered, voice hoarse. “We’re keeping this one.”

Gojo grinned up at you, cum still glistening on his lips. “Yeah. Our little cat thief isn’t going anywhere tonight.” He stood and helped pull you upright, both men sandwiching you between their hard bodies again. Distant sirens grew closer, blue and red lights flashing somewhere below, but none of you moved. Toji’s hand slid between your legs, pushing two fingers into your cum-filled pussy and scooping out some of the mess before bringing it to your lips.

“Taste how full we made you, kitty.”

You opened your mouth obediently, sucking his fingers clean while Gojo’s hand roamed over your ass, already teasing at your hole again. The night air was cold against your sweat-slick skin, but their bodies burned hot on either side of you.

Toji’s thick fingers stayed buried between your thighs, lazily pumping the mess of cum deeper into your swollen cunt while Gojo’s cock pressed hot and heavy against your lower back. “Still so fucking wet for us,” Toji growled, voice rough as he curled his fingers and dragged another whimper from your throat. “Our little cat can’t get enough, can she?”

Gojo’s free hand slid around to cup one of your tits, thumb flicking over your nipple as he leaned in to bite at your shoulder. “Look at you, kitty. Dripping down your thighs like a good little cumslut. Bet you want us to bend you over that ledge again and fuck another load into this greedy hole.” His fingers teased your rim in slow circles, pressing just enough to make your knees buckle. “Or maybe you want both of us stretching you open at the same time. Double stuffed while the whole city watches.”

You moaned around Toji’s fingers, hips rocking back against Gojo’s teasing touch even as your body trembled from the overstimulation. Toji pulled his hand free and slapped your ass hard, the sharp sting making you gasp. “Speak up, cat. Tell us what that filthy mouth wants.”

“Both,” you breathed, voice hoarse from earlier use. “Want both of you inside me again.”

Gojo laughed, low and filthy, spinning you around so your back hit the cold concrete ledge. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, hooking your legs over his hips while Toji moved in behind you. The head of Gojo’s cock nudged against your slick entrance, and Toji’s thick length pressed between your ass cheeks, already slick with spit and cum. “That’s our greedy kitty,” Gojo praised, pushing inside your pussy in one smooth thrust that had you crying out. “Taking us so fucking well.”

Toji spat into his palm and worked two fingers into your ass, stretching you open while Gojo started fucking you in steady, deep strokes. The double sensation had your head spinning, your walls fluttering around Gojo’s cock as Toji replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his dick. “Relax, cat. Gonna fill both these holes nice and full.” He pushed in slowly, the stretch burning sweet and sharp until he bottomed out and you were pinned between them, stuffed to the brim.

"Fuck, she’s tight,” Toji groaned, hips snapping forward to meet Gojo’s rhythm. The two men found a brutal pace, thrusting into you in alternating strokes that left you gasping and clawing at Gojo’s shoulders. Your tits bounced with every impact, nipples brushing Gojo’s chest while Toji’s hands gripped your ass hard enough to bruise. “Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it. Our perfect little thief.”

Gojo’s mouth found yours in a messy kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he swallowed your moans. “That’s it, kitty. Scream for us. Let the whole damn city hear how good we’re fucking you.” His hand slipped between your bodies to rub your swollen clit, and the added pressure pushed you straight into another orgasm. Your pussy clamped down hard, squirting around Gojo’s cock while your ass clenched around Toji. Both men groaned, fucking you through it with rough, punishing thrusts that had you shaking and babbling their names.

Toji came first, burying himself deep and flooding your ass with hot cum. The feeling triggered Gojo, who slammed in to the hilt and painted your insides white, his cock pulsing as he filled your pussy to overflowing. Cum leaked out around both lengths, running down your thighs in thick rivulets as they stayed buried inside you, grinding through the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” Toji muttered, biting at your neck. “Could stay buried in this ass all night.”

Gojo grinned against your lips, still half-hard inside you. “Same. Our kitty’s got the best holes in the city.” He pulled out slowly, watching the mess drip from your used cunt before setting you on shaky legs. Toji followed, his cum trickling down your thighs as he stepped back.

You swayed for a moment, catching your breath, then your eyes flicked to the bag of stolen valuables still sitting near the ledge. A wicked little smile curved your lips. While both heroes were distracted, admiring the way their cum marked your skin, you snatched the bag and bolted for the far edge of the rooftop.

“Hey!” Toji barked, lunging after you, but you were already climbing onto the ledge. The drop was dizzying, the city lights sparkling far below, but you’d done this before. You turned back with a cheeky salute, bag slung over your shoulder.

"Thanks for the fun, boys. This was very fun. Maybe we can do this another time. Bye, bye!” You blew them a kiss, then leaped off the building without hesitation. Your grapple line caught the edge of the next rooftop, swinging you safely into the shadows as the wind whipped past.

Toji reached the ledge a second too late, staring down into the darkness with a scowl. “Goddamn it. She got away again.”

Gojo leaned over beside him, still completely naked and utterly unbothered, a lazy grin on his face. “Eh, let her go. She earned that bag after how hard she worked for those creampies. Besides, I’m kinda into the whole ‘sexy cat burglar who keeps escaping us’ thing. Gives us a reason to chase her again.” He clapped Toji on the shoulder. “Next time I’m bringing snacks. And maybe a bigger dick upgrade for you, Bats. You looked a little jealous back there.”

Toji just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as the distant wail of sirens grew louder below. “You’re the worst partner I’ve ever had.”

Gojo laughed, already swinging his suit back on. “Love you too, Bats. Now let’s go explain to the commissioner why we let Catwoman get away with half the city’s diamonds. Again.”

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your ass rocked back against him, repetitive and lewd plap, plap, plap! one after the other. "fuuuck yes, baby-girl," dick groaned, head dipping into the crook of your neck. his voice rumbled against your shoulder, lips smearing messy kisses all over your damp skin. knees buckling, you gasped-- the tip of him ramming into your g-spot efficiently making your eyes roll into your skull. "i know," he cooed, "feels so good,"

"uh-huh," you agreed, nodding dumbly. arching into him further, your moans grew in decibels. the noise reverberated obscenely against the tiles of your shower, suds of soap running down along both you and your ex's bodies quickly.

dick's free hand found one of your tits easily, molding and groping the flesh with a certain hunger you hadn't felt in weeks. he moaned softly when his fingers pinched one of your nipples-- it stiffened underneath his palms, and your breathing stuttered. "c'mere," dick said suddenly, pulling out of you.

you whined at the loss of him, feeling terribly empty, though obliged as you felt him turn you around to face him.

fuck, was all you thought as you were met with dick's disgustingly gorgeous face; beauty marks in all the right spots, cheeks flushed from the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him, and dimpled cheeks smiling fervently at you. his eyes gazed upon you with such intensity, such warmth, such sincerity, it almost made you forget you and the vigilante hadn't been together for a few months now.

strong palms found your cheeks, and dick leaned down towards your face-- close enough to feel the ghost of his breath on the fat of your lips, but far enough for it to burn. "can i kiss you, pretty girl?"

"you were jus' inside me," you snorted, though your voice was hoarse from the way he had you moaning mere moments ago. "i think you're allowed to kiss me."

dick shrugged, tongue darting out to soak his lips. his voice was barely above a whisper, words practically emptying themselves into your mouth-- "kissing you is a lot more... intimate," he confessed.

your stomach flipped wildly, the only sound beside both of your labored breathing being the water hitting the tiles of your shower.

"you deserve to be asked." he finished, still clinging onto your jaw as if it gave him life.

droplets of water sprayed in several directions as you shook your head-- a measly attempt at avoiding the lump growing momentously within your throat. "just kiss me," you mumbled.

dick pressed his lips to yours softly, tenderly, choosing to ignore the wobble in your voice.

you kissed him back easily-- like it was second nature. as the kiss deepened, everything that began to happen was habitual. something innate, like a reflex or perhaps something learned at a young age, like walking; loving dick grayson.

dick's teeth grazed your bottom lip greedily, and-- only because you had been here before, only because you had known dick's body language certainly better than your own-- had you opened your mouth to allow your ex's tongue entrance. he groaned softly, the noise engraining itself into your brain (because you could not be sure the next time you would hear it).

his fingers drummed themselves against the back-side of your thighs, and (again! like second-nature), you jumped up to wrap them around his waist. a whine, something intense from the back of your throat, vibrated both of your lips as you continued to kiss sloppily; the feeling of dick's boner pressing meanly to the inside of one of your thighs.

"patience, sweet girl," he hummed, before going back to sucking on your tongue. you moaned, both at the action and to tell him please just go back to fucking me.

you felt him laugh against your lips (what an aching sound-- the lump in your throat swelling again), and before you knew it your back hit the tile-wall of your shower. it was a cool sensation causing you to shiver; though he pressed you against the wall using his hips, and that was enough warmth to drown out any chill.

dick used one of his hands to guide his cock back to your entrance, running the pre-cum soaked tip along your folds momentarily beforehand. his breathing was shallow, small gasps, as he felt how wet you were for him. pushing inside, the both of you shared an intimate moan.

he held himself there-- bottomed out, forehead pressed to yours, noses grazing.

that goddamn lump in your throat would not go away!

"need you," you said shakily, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. "please."

dick swallowed. you hoped he would miss the double meaning of your words. "i need you too," he whispered back, and fuck. as cryptic as it was, you knew dick grayson-- and you knew he hadn't ignored your double-meaning, in fact only reiterating it himself.

before you could over-think about it any longer, you felt dick's hips move. his length was swallowed up by your pussy greedily, and he cursed softly. "shit," he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek, continuing to thrust into you softly. "t-this pussy, it's--"

"s'all yours," you moaned; mouth working faster than your brain, you spoke again, "c'mon dick, fuck this pussy--"

dick's movements stuttered for half a second before you felt his palms grasp onto the back of your thighs tightly. he swallowed, adam's apple bobbing, before pounding into you with renewed intensity.

the sound of skin slapping bounced off the walls, and your moans were falling easily from your mouth. cold tile met the back of your head, your chest heaving up and down as dick continued to fuck you so deeply, you were certain you were feeling him in your throat.

"s'all mine," through gritted teeth, he squeezed the fat of your thighs-- pressing you open wider.

your cunt squelched around him, his movements unrelenting-- his cock throbbed inside of you, caressing your g-spot with a heightened sense of devotion. "fuck, dick," you breathed, leaning forward to press kisses sloppily to his face. wherever they landed-- you didn't care; they just needed to be on him, needed to be expressed, needed to be let out.

"you're so tight--" he gasped, bottoming out once again to grind deeper into you. "so wet, so warm, holy fuck,"

"yes--!" tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the feeling of him far too intense. "deeper, please,"

dick pushed into you, impossibly farther, than you thought possible. "never wanna pull out of this sweet pussy," he rambled, watching the outline of him inside you bulge from your lower stomach.

it was pornographic.

he hooked one of his arms underneath your thighs fully, rendering his right arm free-- but not for long, as the hot metal of the shower-head met his palms, and dick began to pry it easily from its groove.

you faltered, eyebrows scrunching up; "what're you doing?"

what a foolish question, you thought simply, mere seconds afterwards-- because a stream of warm water met your cunt almost instantly.

"oh-- holy fuck!"

dick pressed the shower-head almost flush to your pussy, water beating down intensely against your folds and clit. he grinned, feeling you tighten around his cock-- watching your back arch off the tile-wall prettily. "yeahh," he groaned, keeping the stream on your pussy, "bet that feels nice, right baby?"

you couldn't even respond--! eyes screwed shut tightly, the feeling of dick's cock rocking into you and the water beating down onto your clit enveloping you entirely, fast.

but it didn't matter that you couldn't respond-- because your ex continued to babble mindlessly to himself, the pace of his hips speeding up quickeningly. "it has to," dick moaned, "'cause the way you're-- haah-- milkin' my fuckin' cock is just-- holy shiiiit,"

you hadn't the time nor semblance to warn dick of your orgasm-- the feeling of your cunt pulsing, squeezing, spasming sneaking up on you too. it came down hard, and you were certain that if dick hadn't been holding you, your legs would have given out. they twitched madly around his hips; your ears were ringing, and your vision had gone cloudy-- salty tears streaking your face. "diiick," you sobbed, back arching, "oh my fucking god, i-i can't--" with the stream from your shower head still abusing your cunt, and dick's tip still badgering your g-spot, over-stimulation crept up on you easily. "s'too much!"

"no it's not, pretty," dick groaned, fucking you harder now-- clearly chasing his own orgasm. "you've been so so good f'me already," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your newly-shed tears away from your face. "you can take it,"

"i-- aah-- i can't," you whimpered, nails digging into dick's shoulders.

he hissed, the sensation burning. "sorry," he mumbled, not sounding very sorry, "you will take it."

the harshness in his voice made your cunt flutter tirelessly around his cock, and dick moaned. "c'mon, c'mooon," dick practically whined, losing grip on the shower-head as his hips bucked mindlessly into you. "i jus' needa cum, then- then i'll take care of you, thank you for taking my cock, yeah?"

you were nodding, despite the intense ache of his cock drilling into you.

"fuck--! i--" dick was gasping, and suddenly the shower-head went cluttering to the floor. his free hand found your hip immediately, and he squeezed the flesh of it underneath his palm, his own hips beginning to stutter. "m'cumming," he stammered, blue irises squinting desperately. "in-inside?"

"yes," you gasped, though you're sure he would have done it anyways even if you had said no-- because his cock twitched once, then twice, before his whole body stilled and dick groaned. it was hearty, and you felt his hot seed spill into you deeply. he ground his hips into you, willing it farther, deeper, into you-- as if he never wanted it to come out.

"holy shit," he moaned breathelessly against the shell of your ear, forehead pressed against yours.

you swallowed, closing your eyes; the sound of your heartbeat thrummed within your ears, and your palms found the nape of dick's neck like second-nature-- fingers threading through his dark hair. you only blinked your eyes open when you felt his lips meet your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and finally your eyelids.

dick's expression looked nothing short of devoted to you-- something clearly eating at his brain as he stared deeply at your face. "thank you,"

the earnestness in his voice did nothing to quell the lump in your throat again. you shook your head, unsure of what really to say.

dick spoke again. "i- i don't want you to feel like this is what i came here for,"

an eyebrow of yours quirked up ever so slightly. "...isn't that what this is, though?"

"i don't want it to be." dick said instantly. gently, he let you down-- legs unravelling from his waist, your feet met the wet tile of your shower softly. when you trembled ever so slightly, dick's palms were at your waist, holding you up. "i mean, i love this," he gestured vaguely, "but i love you more-- your smile, your laugh, your habits--your soul. i love that more than the bangin' sex we have; n' i miss the you that i haven't gotten since we broke-up,"

jesus.

your smile wobbled. "...i love you too, dick," you laughed softly, and it came out wet. "n' i guess that makes up for what we're lacking, even with the 'bangin' sex.'"

dick smiled, dimples popping loudly.

really, your friends would have your head the next time you saw them-- but at least instead of waking up beside a mountain of guilt, you'd be waking up beside dick grayson instead.

PLUVOiA '25 ® - masterlist

loren's thots: this is rly unrealistic cs if i was dating dick grayson id NEVER break up w that man idc what he does (reqs are open!!!!!!!)

He slid onto his usual stool at the far end of the bar, in a black shirt, and some joggers, badge and scrubs stuffed away in his backpack. 

He looked up at the bartender, but it wasn’t his usual guy. Instead, a girl with the darkest hair in a ponytail, walked up to him with a tired expression. There was a small white pin that said ‘Lisa– TRAINEE’ clipped to her uniform. 

“Evening, sir,” she greeted. 

“Afternoon, and just Jack, please,” he corrected with a small smile, glancing at the fancy clock on the wall. 4:43 pm. He still had a few hours off duty.

“Oh yeah–sorry! I get a little lost in here sometimes. Ugh, the only thing getting me through this shift is knowing I’m off tomorrow for the PittFest,” she said, making him chuckle. 

“Trust me, I get it. I’m also looking for something to help me get through mine,” he shrugged. “Festivals are not my thing, though. I’ll leave that to the ones with healthy knees.” 

“Mm, that’s fair,” she said, chuckling back. “So what can I get for you, ‘just Jack’? Gin? Old fashioned?” 

“No drinks, but can I get a slice of that infamous chocolate cake?” 

The girl looked at him like she wasn’t necessarily expecting that, but you know what? Hell yes, old guy. 

“Sure.” 

She walked round the bar, to a discreet door that led toward the kitchen, and asked for the cake to be served before stepping back to the bar again. 

“Thank you, Lisa,” Jack smiled, finally letting his shoulders loosen. 

You needed a stress reliever. 

You weren’t stressed now, but you knew that in less than 24 hours it would become your new normal…again. You are meant to start your first shift at PTMC as a second year resident tomorrow. 

New city, new program, and still…no apartment. But at least your hotel room was nice and ready for you to make it an early night, slightly tipsy and relaxed for your last blissful hours of freedom. Which is why at four something, you decide you’re going to treat yourself to be first in line for the hotel’s happy hour like the responsible adult you are. 

The hotel lounge is large and dimly lit. A couple takes one of the single couches, curled into each other with matching martinis. The rest of the space is almost empty, aside from–

Wait. That man is cute. Wait again. You have to do a double take. 

An attractive–no, very attractive man is sitting at the far corner of the long bar, waiting for his order. Simple outfit, camo backpack resting by his feet. He looks a little worn to be honest, but then again, don’t we all? 

Huh. Guess someone beat you to happy hour.

You take the opposite corner, leaving about six empty stools between you, when the bartender approaches you. 

“Afternoon, Miss.” 

“Hi, Lisa,” you smile. “I don’t really know what cocktail to get. Can I just get whatever your favorite is?”

“Oh–yeah I can do that,” she shrugs with a smile, turning back to her inner counter to mix the drink. 

Your phone vibrates in your pocket so you pull it out, checking the payment notification from the guy who’s buying the festival tickets you’re selling. You text him to confirm he has to pick them up at the hospital tomorrow, hoping you get a spare minute to walk out the ER, when someone walks out a hidden kitchen door and slides a plate in front of you. 

“Chocolate cake,” the guy announces politely, but before you could even say that’s not yours, he turned around and disappeared into the kitchen again. You shrug, turning to the bartender who’s handing a drink to the man you saw when you came in. 

“I didn’t order this,” you both say at the same time. 

His head snaps toward your voice, and your eyes meet across the row of empty stools. He sees the generous slice in front of you, and with a not so subtle up and down look at you, a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. Something flutters in your chest, so you break eye contact first, dropping your gaze to your phone and pretending to read another message. 

Come on, play it cool. 

“No drinks for me, Lisa. Remember?” you hear him say playfully, turning back to the counter. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” she rushes out, reaching for the drink in front of him. “I’ll switch them right now, I–”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, stopping her by wrapping his hand around the glass. “I got it.”

Your thumbs froze over your phone. He got it?

From the corner of your eye, you see him stand up, and duck down to scoop up his backpack. Your heartbeat does something very stupid as you try very hard not to stare while he walks in your direction. Okay. Okay. This is fine. Silver fox is walking toward you. You are not freaking out. You are a doctor, you have seen actual organs on tables. You can handle an older guy with pretty eyes. 

He slides easily onto the stool right next to you, setting the glass down with a soft clink. Fuck. Of course he smells good. You have no choice but to look at him properly this time, and up close, he’s even more handsome. Fluffy, wavy grey hair, with matching stubble (makes you wonder if the carpet matches too) and a glint of humor in his eyes that you know is trouble. 

“I believe this is yours,” he says, nudging the cocktail close to where you’re still holding your phone for dear life. 

“Then I believe this is yours,” you say, setting your phone with a smile and sliding the plate toward him.

He narrows his eyes playfully, looking between you and the cake. “Tell you what.” He leans in, and nudges it closer so it sits between the both of you. “I don’t mind sharing…do you?”

Oh. Okay. So that’s where this is going. 

“I don’t mind a lot of things,” you tilt your head, leaning one elbow on the bar, deciding to match that dangerous glint in his eyes with your own. His smirk grows before turning to the bartender again. 

“Can we get another spoon, please?” 

“Oh, sure. Here,” she says, handing it over. 

He takes it with a quiet ‘thank you’, then holds it up in front of you like an offering.

“I’m Jack, by the way. Don’t think I heard your name.”

You let out a small chuckle as you take the spoon, the tension in your shoulders loosening a little under his charming gaze. You tell him your name, his smile softening when he repeats it back to you.

“Nice to meet you, thanks for sharing my cake,” he says, finally digging his spoon into it. 

“Thanks for bringing me my drink,” you reply, reaching for the glass. You definitely need some buzz if you intend to survive this interaction. “I guess we’re even now, Jack.”

“Not yet,” he says, getting the first bite of cake. He hums in delight, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “But we’re getting there.”

You divert your gaze to your phone once again, heat blooming your cheeks. He smiles triumphantly at your reaction, deciding to push you a little more. 

“Well, aren’t you going to try it?” 

You bite back a smile, nodding as you dig your spoon into the cake. He watches your every move like a hawk as you lift it towards your mouth. You mirror his hum when you taste it, instinctively running your tongue over your lips to get the sugary remains off. 

Jack shifts in his seat. 

“Great, isn’t it?” He says, “tried it once and never was the same.”

“Would’ve never thought to try it, to be honest,” you chuckle.

“Me neither, guess I just needed something sweet today,” he shrugs, still too calm and too smug, still making your heart rate go crazy without even trying. “Looks like I came to the right place, though,” he winks, digging his spoon again for another bite. 

Yeah, no. He’s definitely trying. 

“So, what brings you here to the land of cake instead of…I don’t know, a whiskey?” You ask, playing with the straw of your drink.

“No drinks for me,” he shrugs.

“Designated driver?”

“Designated something, I have to leave at seven,” he glances at the clock again. You follow his gaze, and see it’s just after five. 

“What, you gotta catch a flight or something?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he grins.

His answers are vague, intentionally so. You recognize it instantly because you use that tone too about your own job, when you don’t feel like opening that door with a stranger. 

“What about you? Are you celebrating something?” He asks, and you swear with every question he shifts a little closer to you. 

“I’m making it an early night, tomorrow’s a big day,” you nod with a smile.

“Oh yeah? Festival?” he asks, you can feel the genuine curiosity under the smug tone. 

“I wish,” you shrug. “I got tickets but something important came up, so…here I am, first in line for happy hour instead. Making the most of that hotel lifestyle,” you lift your glass, he lifts his spoon with a chuckle. 

“You’re staying here?”

“Mmhm. It’s actually pretty great. Nice room, silk bed sheets, the works.”

“Decent cake, too,” he adds mocking seriousness. “Too bad someone stole it.”

“Excuse me,” you protest playfully, “If it wasn’t for me you’d still be looking sad and lonely at the end of the bar.”

He laughs, catching the attention of Lisa who’s clearly not trying to eavesdrop. “Yeah. I’m glad I’m not, then,” he says quietly. “Company’s good.”

From there, the conversation just flows.

At some point, you realize you’ve barely touched your cocktail, or the cake between you. You can feel the tension building with every shared look. The way his gaze dips to your mouth when you bring the spoon to your lips. The way your knee kept drifting closer to his, the faintest brush when either of you shifts on your stool. 

And that warm, electric buzz in your veins has very little to do with sugar or alcohol.

Your eyes flick instinctively toward the clock on the wall when you laugh about something he said, and see it’s a few minutes past six already. 

This is the moment where you could let him go, say goodnight and head upstairs alone. But you feel like you haven’t gotten your fix yet. That good moment of pure bliss before you go back into charts and monitors and reminding yourself you love the career you chose.

Some people do drugs or caffeine, or apparently, sugar as a stress reliever. The poison you chose today was supposed to be alcohol, but maybe you have something better sitting right next to you. 

Huh. Sometimes dick does the trick too. 

You turn your gaze back to him, lashes half lowered and innocent, catching him watching you already.

“It’s getting late,” you say casually, “but I think you still have time to walk me to my room.”

For a split second, the words just hang in the air. Clear and irreversible. His expression doesn’t change much, because he’s already been giving you bedroom eyes this whole time, but you notice the way his jaw tightens slightly, before that unmistakable smirk reappears.

“Yeah, I think I do,” he rasps. 

Cake be damned. He’s got a sweeter dessert right in front of him. 

He straightens on his stool and lifts a hand, catching Lisa's attention with a small wave, then reaches for his wallet. You press the button to pay with your phone, but he puts his hand over yours to stop you. 

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he says, sliding his card over the counter before you can protest. 

You’re not sure what exactly made your heart almost jump out of your chest again, the gesture or his electric touch on your skin. Maybe both. 

You distract yourself by looking at your glass, still more than half full. 

“Thank you. I didn’t even finish it…” 

“I don’t think we’re going to miss it,” he looks at it, then back at you amused. 

Your face warms–again–at the implication. 

The girl gives him the receipt, and the way his arm flexes on the counter when he signs it with a quiet ‘thank you’, makes your thighs rub in anticipation. He slips a final twenty over the receipt as a tip, before turning fully toward you. He stands up first, grabbing his backpack with one hand, and helping you out of your stool with the other. His hand finds its way to your lower back, settling there as you walk. 

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

By 6:10 pm the door of your room clicks shut. 

Jack drops his backpack somewhere to the side, one hand finds your waist, the other cups the back of your head before he pins you against the wall, and his mouth finds yours in an instant. 

You gasp into the kiss, immediately grabbing him by his white shirt, dragging him impossibly closer. His gray stubble scrapes your skin in the best possible way, burning along your jaw as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You slide one hand up to his hair, it’s softer than it looks, and he makes a low sound when you tug it just enough to angle his mouth where you want it. 

His hands slip under the hem of your shirt, rough palms spreading over your back. You can’t keep your hands to yourself either when you get past his shirt, running them through firm muscle and chest hair. Your hands can’t help but wander around his strong back, nails scraping against his skin when he starts kissing down the line of your jaw, scraping his beard along your throat in a delicious burn. 

“Jack…” you breathe, tightening your grip in his hair.

He smiles against your skin, dragging his lips and stubble slowly across your neck, sending sparks all the way down to between your legs. When he sucks a particularly sensitive spot, the sound that slips out of you is embarrassingly close to a whimper.

“I got you,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to tug the hem of your shirt. “Is this okay?” 

You nod quickly, and soon enough both of your shirts end up somewhere on the floor. You’re left in your bra, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, but it’s hard when his gaze drops to your chest and lingers there. 

So you ogle him too. 

He’s built like a brick wall. Solid, toned chest dusted with hair, and framed by broad shoulders. And those arms? Oof. God, you can’t wait to feel all that strength he hides under those tired eyes and easy smiles.

He nudges you away from the wall steering you backwards, mouth never leaving yours, until the back of your legs bumps into the base of the bed. He gently guides you to sit on the edge of the mattress. You look up at him, already dazed. His hair is a mess from your fingers, chest rising and falling quickly, that cheeky smile of his still on his face. He reaches for your jeans next, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off. The cool air of the room kisses your skin as he throws them somewhere in the room. 

“You’re still too dressed,” you chuckle, left only in your underwear.

“You’re still too desperate,” he jokes, laughing when you gasp and slap his chest weakly. “Hmm. Harder next time, sweetheart.”

You probably shouldn’t have liked that as much as you did, but he seems satisfied with your silence. His hands go to the waistband of his joggers, barely grabbing the elastic when his hands suddenly stop. If you weren’t watching his face, you would've probably missed the way his confident smile faltered for a second. 

“Are you okay?,” you ask, straightening up on the bed.

“Yes,” he says quickly, but his hands are still frozen on his hips. “Yeah, I am. I just–”

You notice the way he shifts as if to step away from you, but your body reacts before you can think. “Hey, wait–”

You hook your feet around his calves to stop him from pulling away, but your left foot feels something different than you expected. It’s not the familiar firmness of muscle, but the unmistakable sensation of metal where skin should be. You don’t really need to see it to know what it is. 

His camo backpack and the vagueness of his answers suddenly click to you, but Jack is frozen in place, trying to read the expression on your face. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts, you figure it’s the script he probably hates having to say but feels obligated to in situations like this. “I should’ve told you before we came up, it’s okay if you don’t want to–”

“Jack,” you cut him off, quickly standing up so you’re pressed against him, before he decides to step back again. You tilt your head back a little, pressing a hand to his chest. “You don’t owe me anything, okay? If I didn’t want this, you’d already be standing shirtless in the hallway,” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. 

“You don’t…mind?” His hazel eyes scan your face, still trying to find the desertion you’re not giving him. 

You can feel his heart racing under your palm, and it almost makes you laugh how the doctor in you wants to inject him with something to fix his tachycardia. Opting for a less aggressive approach, you slide your arms over his shoulders to play with the hair on the back of his neck. 

“I don’t mind,” you say, as reassuring as you can. You liked him the second he shared his stupid cake. This? This just adds more to it. “But if you do, we can stop,” you add, slowly pulling away from him but he slides his arm behind your back.

“I don’t want to stop,” he rasps, pressing you tighter to him. The bulge digging against your skin agrees with him.

“Hmm. Then you better hurry, we’re running out of time…” you sing-song, grinding yourself against him. 

He breathes out a laugh. Oh, how I love this girl. He halts the movement of your hips, his hands become sure and steady once again as they settle on your waist. He forgets about his pants for a moment, innstead, he decides to focus on you. 

“Turn around,” he says, but you don’t move an inch, just blink at the sudden change in his voice. He chuckles, loosening his grip just a little. “Turn around, sweetheart.”

Now you’re the one who needs help stabilizing their heartbeat. 

You nod, then do as he says, shifting so your back is to him. He closes the gap immediately, one arm around your shoulder to hold you while the other settles just above the hem of your panties, but he doesn’t slip inside. His hand drifts lower and lower, stopping right over the slick leaking through the fabric, making you gasp. 

“There she is,” his pleased voice while he drags teasing circles around your clit–but not really there–makes a chill run down your body. “Thought I lost you for a second there.”

You let your head tip back onto his shoulder, prompting him to apply more pressure, or find the right spot, but he keeps you pinned right where he wants you. He keeps rubbing slowly, still over the fabric, still teasing, coaxing the smallest sounds from you. 

“I know you said to hurry, but I gotta take care of you first,” he whispers right in your ear. “Think I can do it this way? Without really touching you?” He barely grazes the base of your clit, dragging his finger back down immediately just to hear you whine again. 

“Jack I–fuck.”

He chuckles when the faintest additional pressure makes you squirm, but that's no issue to him, he easily shifts you into the angle he wants. His fingers finally skim higher, now properly rubbing your clit. A moan escapes your lips, the friction of the cotton against your most sensitive spot has you feeling embarrassingly needy, moving your hips to chase more. 

“That’s it, right there,” he coos, encouraging you. “How does that feel?”

You make another sound that’s not even close to a word. He chuckles onto your hair, shaking his head but still moving his fingers quicker. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Feeling good?”

“Yes,” you manage to say between ragged breaths. “Really good.”

“Yeah?” He helps you move just a bit more, pressing his whole palm over your clit, before letting you take over. You start grinding his hand, clinging to his arm for support. “That’s it, just like that. You’re doing great.”

The praise lands harder than it should. You’re used to being talked at, ordered around on chaotic shifts, and occasionally complimented for a good job…but this is different. 

You feel the pressure building in your stomach quickly with every buck of your hips, but what makes you see stars is feeling the outline of his hard cock rubbing against your ass with every grind. 

“Shitshitshit I’m gonna–” you cry out mid sentence. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart let go,” he coaxes, moving his hand faster. 

When you finally break in a strangled moan, he stays wrapped around you, his firm body braced behind you so you can learn all your weight back, holding you together while you fall apart. He places a kiss on your shoulder when you shake under his grip, whispering praises you can’t make out as you ride your orgasm out. Jack finally takes his hand away when your clit twitches violently under him, squeezing your ass playfully. 

“Breathe,” he reminds you, immediately inhaling and exhaling louder to show you just how. You instinctively match him, effectively grounding yourself. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck–

“Easy,” he says when he feels you tense again. “It’s okay, you were doing so well. Just breathe.”

Still panting, you tap his arm so he lets you turn around to face him. You meet those devilish eyes again, hazel overtaken by dark pupils, a smirk on his lips as he takes in your flustered appearance. 

“You’re really…really bossy, you know that?” You chuckle despite yourself.

“I’ve been told,” he smiles, bringing you in for a peck on your lips. “And I’m about to get more bossy so why don’t you turn around for me again?”

There it is. That fucking tone again. Your mouth falls open, but you can’t bring yourself to say no. If anything, you turn around before he even tells you twice, slapping his arm behind you when you hear him mutter “eager.”

He stirs you toward the bed again, until your knees bump the mattress. You hear the shuffle of his joggers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s taking the leg off, instead letting the fabric fall and pool at his feet. You don’t turn to look, giving him the moment. 

The whole thing only makes him feel more devastatingly real. 

He leans closer to you, his palm traveling up your spine to gently bend you forward. You follow his guidance, hands sinking into the mattress, ass on full display. You feel his foot nudge your left leg, parting you open for him.  

“There,” he says, giving you another playful slap. 

Heat rushes to your face again, feeling completely exposed to him even if you’re still covered in your underwear. So, Jack takes this as his chance to finally drag your soaked panties down, slowly, and lets them sit at your feet just like his pants, leaving you just in your bra. He groans at the sight, your soft, glistening pussy dripping and ready just for him.

“God, look at you,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. 

The next thing to land over his pants are his boxers, freeing his heavy, swollen cock into his hand. He lines himself up, dragging just the tip across your wet folds, his pre cum mixing with your slick as he drags it up and down. After more whimpers from you, he pushes only the tip in, and you let out another moan that makes him groan.

“Deep breath for me,” he says, and at this point, you’d do anything he wants. 

He makes sure to move with you, timing himself to your inhale. The first roll of his hips makes his cock slowly stretch you open, inch by inch. You gasp, fingers clutching the silk bed sheets. He groans as he watches himself disappear inside you, gripping your ass to help you find the angle he knows will have you seeing stars. 

“Fuck me,” he hisses, skin meeting skin when he bottoms out. 

“Please…” is all you whisper, he’s thick, hard, buried deep, and the stretch burns in the best way. 

And you can’t wait for him to fuck all the stress out of you. 

“Shhh, pretty girl. You’re okay,” he coos, slowly dragging out.

You clench around him before he leaves you completely empty, and he curses again, his hips jerking forward as yours slam back to meet him. He huffs a strangled laugh, stopping you by digging his fingers on your waist to take back control. 

“There you go. Let me do the work, sweet girl,” he rasps.

The rhythm finds itself, fast and deep, skin slapping against skin, your moans echoing off your hotel room walls. You’re still too sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you can’t stop moaning every time his hips snap against your ass. The bed creaks under you, and the sound of his cock dragging in and out is loud and filthy. 

“Relax–fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

You try to “relax.” You really do. But the angle, the rough rhythm he coaxes you into, the praises, are a lot. Your legs start to tremble, the effort of holding yourself up becomes a harder task with the pleasure building inside you.

He notices, of course he does. He tightens his grip to hold you better, barely slowing his pace. “Hey, hey, talk to me.”

“My legs…” you choke out in a breathless laugh. 

“Yeah, I can see that,” he huffs out a chuckle. “Hold onto the bed, for me,” he instructs. You obey brainlessly, fingers fisting in the covers. 

His hand wraps around your right leg first, just behind your knee to lift it, throwing away your panties in the process to make it easier. He places that leg up on the bed, then does the same with the other. The new position pulls another weak sound from you, both knees now on the bed, opening you up to him in a way that makes you miss him inside you. He presses you back into the mattress, not wasting time in pushing himself back in with a harsh thrust.

“There you go, that’s better,” he says, setting his rhythm again. The new angle is more comfortable for him as well, leaning his legs on the bed for support while he pounds into you. 

You let the sounds spill out of you, choked off gasps and desperate little sighs. Every one of them seems to go straight to his cock. You can hear it in the quiet curses he mumbles, the way his hands find all the familiar places, your hips, your waist, slipping under your stomach to push down the fabric of your bra so he can watch your boobs bounce with every thrust. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans when you start pushing back, chasing more and more. “There you go. Take what you need, sweetheart.”

When your legs start to shake again, this time it’s not from strain, it’s from how fucking close you are.

“Jack–” You squeeze your eyes shut, fingers clawing the sheets, little sounds spilling out of you that you can’t control. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and your body is about to snap. 

“I know,” he says, quickly sensing your overwhelm. “Come here.” 

You barely have time to think before his arm loops around your waist, pulling you up from your forearms. You gasp as he lifts you, slamming you back against his chest so you’re half kneeling, half suspended in his hold.

And then…his free hand comes up to cover your eyes. You gasp when your world goes pitch black, narrowing only to the sound of his voice and the feeling of his body behind yours. 

“Shh,” he coos near your ear, placing delicate kisses all over your jaw. “Just feel, sweetheart. That’s all you have to do.”

Without sight, everything else slams into focus, the heat of his chest behind you, the roughness of his stubble on your neck, the tight grip of his arm keeping you upright. He starts thrusting again, chasing that sweet spot that makes your head go dizzy. 

It’s more than enough now. It’s too much. You feel undone and held together all at once.

And to top it off, he decides now is the time to reach for the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with his free hand to hold you up by cupping your bare breasts. Your fingers reach back blindly, to his hair, his thigh, wherever you can reach. Jack just keeps his sweaty palm over your eyes, shielding you from everything but him.

“Fuck, you’re clenching,” he groans, knowing you’re almost there. “Let go for me, don’t think…just feel.”

You come with a shaky cry, your entire body shuddering in his hold. He keeps fucking you through every helpless little sound, feeling his own release building up. 

After a few moments, when he considers your breathing has sort of stabilized, his hand finally slips away from your eyes, caressing the hair sticking to your face as he keeps pounding you from behind, still fast, still deep, but sloppier. You can tell he’s close by the way his cock twitches inside you.

“There you go,” he praises you, even if his breathing is ragged now. “That’s it. You did so good for me–shit–”

As your eyes adjust again, the post nut clarity hits you. 

Your fucked out doctor brain freaks out. No protection, you’re very irresponsible, don’t let him. He seems to make the same calculation–pretty strange for a man–because he starts to pull back. 

Fuck it.

Before he can deal with it himself, you wriggle out of his grasp to free yourself, and get off the bed. Your jelly legs barely hold you up before you sink to your knees in front of him. From there you get a clear view of all of him, the fact that the carpet does match the drapes, and even the leg he’d been hiding. He instinctively steps back, almost stumbling over the pants pooled over his feet. 

“Hey, careful,” you coo, placing one hand on his thigh to nudge him forward, the other wraps around his glistening cock, making him curse. “Let me? Please?” 

“Jesus,” he breathes. His hand holds the back of your head, managing a weak smile. “Atta girl, be good to me.”

Jack doesn’t have to tell you twice. 

You don’t even have to do much, just a quick pump at the base of his length as you lean forward to place a teasing kiss on his leaking tip, almost sending him right over the edge. The sight alone makes him twitch, he was going to have to cover his own eyes if you kept looking at him like that with his cock on your mouth. 

You wrap your lips fully around him with no warning, letting his cock stretch your mouth as you swallow every inch. Every strangled sound he makes encourages you to be as devoted to him as he was with you. Your head bobs up and down, guided by his firm grip on your hair. 

“Fuck–you’re gonna kill me–” he chokes out, you take that as your cue to nod at him, mouth too full to tell him to let go. “Okay, that’s…I’m–”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because he’s already finishing inside you. He groans as he spills strings of hot cum on your tongue, fingers tangling in your hair a bit rougher, pushing his hips forward to fuck the last of his orgasm out. You choke just a little, holding onto his thighs, trying to swallow every drop he sends down your throat. 

Jack pulls out with a groan when the adrenaline of it passes, dragging his thumb over your lips to wipe the remnants off. 

“Pretty girl…” He praises, as you look up at him with swollen lips and glassy eyes. 

“Atta boy, you did good for me,” you rasp, making him laugh. 

“Come here.” He helps you get on your feet, then back to the bed. 

“Thank you,” you mutter, tugging the duvet off to cover your body when you sit down.

He stays quiet as he hauls his joggers back up and finds his shirt somewhere by the door, until he can’t avoid looking at his watch anymore. 

“Shit.”

“So…no cuddling?” You chuckle. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, even though you both knew this is how your little hotel affair was going to end. He slings his backpack over one shoulder, and walks over to you. 

He takes a moment to cup your cheeks, memorizing every feature, and you try to do the same. Your eyes trace every line of his face, the glint that never left his hazel eyes, the gray dust adorning his jaw. 

God, he’s so handsome. How are you supposed to forget him? 

Jack starts leaning forward, but you meet him halfway, closing the space between you. The goodbye kiss is not rushed like you expected, no, he still takes his time even if he’s gonna be late to wherever he’s headed. He pulls back with a smile, and a small, disbelieving huff of laughter as he licks his lips.

“What?” you ask.

“You taste like cake,” he says, clearly amused, then adds with a little tilt of his head, “and…something else I probably shouldn’t think about on my way out.”

“Oh, just go!” you laugh, shoving him away. “Before you’re late and whoever’s waiting for you files a missing persons report.”

“Yes, ma’am. They will,” he says, lifting his arms up innocently as he walks toward the door. “Good luck tomorrow with your…big day.”

“You too, with your…something,” you smile. God, you’re definitely going to need a good night's sleep after all of this. 

He nods, and with a devilish wink, he’s finally gone.

You wake up feeling like you can take on the world.

With a pep on your step, you walk out of the hotel with clear scrubs and an even clearer conscience. Good sex? Check. Good sleep? Check. Daydreaming about the silver fox stranger you’ll never see again? Check check check. 

You’re ready to kick ass and save lives. 

Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center is just a short walk away, but it gives you enough time to self regulate your emotions before you walk through those doors. You get there early, greet everyone politely and exchange a few words with some nurses before your shift actually starts. For a moment, you almost forget you’re the new kid, and you feel like you’re right where you belong. 

You make your way through triage, mentally rehearsing how you’re going to introduce yourself to your attending, when your sneaker slips on something. You don’t know if it’s saline, or water, or spit, all you know is that one second you were walking and the other you’re losing your balance. Your hands desperately find the wall with a smack, saving yourself from landing flat on your ass, but your forehead still hits the edge of a door frame with a sharp little crack.

You see stars for a second there, the same kind you saw yesterday. 

“Whoa, hey! Are you okay?” Someone calls. 

You groan, but straighten immediately, because what else are you going to do? Sit down and let the tears from your eyes spill? Absolutely not. Not on your first day. You swipe your fingers over your forehead, hissing at the sting, and when you look at your hand there’s the smallest smear of blood.

Perfect. 

“I’m fine,” you say quickly. “I’m–”

“Absolutely not, come here.” A woman in black scrubs and a ponytail approaches you, holding your jaw to assess the wound. “I’m Dr. McKay, and you are?”

“I’m okay,” you say, trying to shrug her off. “Really, it was just a slip, it didn’t even hurt. I really need to go meet Dr. Robinavitch–”

“You slammed your head into a door frame, Robby can wait,” McKay says flatly. 

You try to protest but she steers you toward one of the small triage rooms right off the ER entrance. You groan as she nudges you to sit on the bed. “I just need a band-aid, it’s just a scra–”

“A scratch, yeah, I heard you. You’ll get your band-aid after I make sure you’re not walking around with a concussion,” she says, then holds a finger up as if to say ‘wait’ and walks to the door, “Perfect learning opportunity, actually.”

Oh no.

“Hey! Santos, Whitaker, Javadi, come here,” she urges more people with scrubs. Great. “Consider this your first patient.” 

You consider faking your own death.

All three of them clock your black scrubs and badge, and your bruised ego dies a little more when they realize you’re one of them. McKay just stands next to you like this is science class and you’re the classroom’s skeleton. 

“We get all types of patients here. And today…” She pats your shoulder with the back of her hand. “It’s a colleague who discovered the floor is slippery on her very first day.”

Redacted. 

“I’m fine,” you repeat. “Really. I just need a band-aid.”

“After we use you for educational purposes, now look up please,” she says, shining a light in your eyes to check your pupils. You resist the urge to slap her hand or lean away. “Headache?”

“No.”

“Any loss of consciousness?” 

“You literally saw me since I hit my head,” you say, a little too aggressive, but McKay ignores your tone. “Sorry–no.” 

“Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No. I swear, I’m okay.” 

“Alright. Whitaker, you’re up. What are your concerns when someone hits their head?”

“Um…we should ask what caused the fall?” He says, and McKay nods approvingly. He turns to you, “Did you feel dizzy before you slipped? Lightheaded?”

“No. There was just…something on the floor. I didn’t see it and unfortunately I slipped.”

“Good,” McKay says, more to them than to you. “No dizziness, no neuro complaints, no loss of consciousness, minor external injury that doesn’t need stitches.”

“And no reason for a CT,” one of the girls adds. 

“Correct, Santos. So we’ll clean it, come on, you’re up.” 

Your shoulders drop in the smallest relief. Now you have to survive the rest of the day after this humiliation, but adding unnecessary imaging on your first day would’ve ended you right there and then. 

Mckay just smiles at you as Santos gloves on and prepares the stuff she’s gonna use. You look outside the door for a moment, trying to remember the confidence you’d walked in this morning, when a figure walking by catches your eye. 

All you see is a flash of broad shoulders in a dark shirt, and a camo backpack slung over one arm. You make eye contact for a brief second as he glances inside casually, before doing a literal double take when he realizes who’s in there. He stops in his tracks, just as your heart stops inside your chest. 

For a brief second you think you do need that CT, because there’s no way you’re not hallucinating talk-you-through-it Jack in front of you. 

Here. In your ER. Wearing matching uniforms. 

Jack, the man you let manhandle you last night–or afternoon?–whatever. The man who covered your eyes and told you to just feel. The man you sent you into orgasm oblivion and then kissed you goodbye tasting cake and himself on his tongue.

No. No way. Absolutely not.

You hiss when Santos presses something wet in your wound, and Jack decides that’s the best moment to step in and cause you a stroke on top of everything. 

“Everything okay in here?” he asks casually, looking at you with the same glint in his eyes as yesterday.

You want to die.

“Abbot! Thought you were on your way out,” Mckay beams. 

“I was, then I saw you tormenting the new blood. Didn’t want to miss the show,” he gives her a tired grin, shrugging, then looking around the room. “Morning, everyone.”

Javadi just smiles awkwardly, while Whitaker shifts on his feet and nods at him. At least Santos is having a blast enjoying the hell out of your tragic situation.

“Our colleague here decided to introduce her face to the wall,” she chuckles, shutting up when she realizes she only gets an unimpressed look from McKay. 

“Hmm. Minor head trauma on the first day…that’s one way to make an entrance,” Jack jokes trying to lighten the mood, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves with a snap. “Mind if I take a look?” he asks you.

You hesitantly shake your head, and Santos barely steps back before he gets between your knees and you have to look up at him, and wow, that’s familiar. His fingers are gentle as he tilts your chin higher, focused on the small scrape by your hairline.

“It’s just a scratch,” you mumble under your breath.

He ignores it, and brings a penlight to your eyes, doing the same little routine Mckay did. Is this what your first day is supposed to be? A tortuous loop? 

I might just fake a seizure right now. 

“Any reason you might’ve tripped? Blurry vision? Sudden vertigo? Or…any specific memory that made you lose focus?”

It’s the way he drops his voice lower that makes you almost choke on your own spit. That exact same tone. That damn voice in your ear.  

“We already asked those, Dr. Abbot. She said she slipped on a wet patch. No dizziness, no other symptoms,” Whitaker, bless his oblivious soul, chimes in. 

Jack slowly turns his head to look at him, with an unimpressed stare that clearly says no one asked you to speak, white boy without using a single word. 

Before anyone can torture you any further, a blue eyed doctor bursts in. 

“McKay! We’re doing rounds.”

“Alright, meet us there once Dr. Abbot is done with you,” she says to you, ushering the others out. “Don’t forget to give her that band-aid she’s so desperate for.”

“I’ll take good care of her,” Jack replies, with an innocent smile. 

The audience of your public execution finally leaves. And it’s great! Perfect. Exactly what you wanted: alone time. You don’t realize you’ve been holding onto the gurney for dear life until Jack–or should you call him Dr. Abbot now?–chuckles. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, amused.

“I don’t know, you’re the doctor here, apparently. So you tell me, how’s my head?” you snap, in a mix of nerves and residual embarrassment. 

He grins. Oh he grins like fucking devil. “I don’t have any complaints.”

Heat rushes to your face instantly, and suddenly it’s like you’re back flirting in that bar again, sharing a chocolate cake. You shake those thoughts away, clearing your throat. 

“So um…your flight was actually a night shift…in this hospital,” you say. 

“Yeah. And your ‘big day’ was starting your first morning in this same ER. Nice upgrade from anonymous hotel guest, I guess.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” he chuckles, but you’re still looking at him skeptically. “Hey–it’s not that bad. People have done worse.”

“Worse than sleeping with an attending?” You say. “Like what–stealing medicine or secretly killing patients?”

“What? No–I hope no one’s doing that” he frowns.

This is the moment you start panicking for real. 

“God, Dr. Robinavitch’s gonna kill me or worse,” you gasp. “He’s gonna fire me. Fuck–he’s gonna fire me and this is gonna be over before I even start my shift–“

“Whoa okay, no one’s getting killed or fired today. You just need to get out there, and focus on your work. Alright? Can you do that for me?”

That. Fucking. Tone. 

“Stop talking like that!” You whisper shout, knowing nurses could be nearby. “This is my first day, and I already have to convince everyone I’m not a complete disaster. So yes, I can do that for you. Happy? I’d like my band-aid now, please.”

“Okay, okay. You’ll get your band-aid,” he says calmly. “You just have to be more patient.”

You shoot him a glare, but he just smiles, still unbothered. He walks to a cabinet, pulling out a bright pink box of band-aids with a huge “My little pony” printed on it. 

“What is that?” 

“Best we have in triage,” he shrugs, amused. He looks back inside into the cabinet, before smirking at you. “We got Spongebob too.” 

“…My little pony is fine,” you mutter. 

“Alright,” he nods, invading your space again. “Look up for me.”

You’re grateful you’re not hooked to a heart monitor. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and tilt your head up.

“Almost done, you’re doing great,” he drawls, smoothing the stupid band-aid over your life threatening injury with ridiculous care. “There,” Jack says, finally stepping back. “All done. You did so good for m–”

You snap upright from the bed so fast you almost cause yourself another injury by bumping into his big ass head. 

“I have to go,” you blurt, already making your way to the door. “Thank you, Dr. Abbot. I hope we never see each other again.”

He peels off his gloves with a laugh, tossing them into the bin. This is the most entertaining thing that’s happened to him all week.

“No promises, doc,” he winks, “PTMC is not that big.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a response or even to see the panic on your face. You practically launch yourself into the hallway, and start speed walking toward the ED with a My little pony bandaid on your forehead. 

Best sex of your life. 

Worst coincidence of your career.

And yet…you can’t wait till you see him again.

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