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i love ur isgai and kaiser fic wht are the chances you do one w rin and nagi🫣👀👀
i gotchu anon let me COOK this is quite literally one of the hottest things i've ever writen
your best friend seishiro nagi is annoyed that you assume he can't fuck, so your boyfriend rin itoshi allows him to prove you wrong
warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, female!reader, light drinking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, semi clothed sex, dom!nagi because he's sick of being underestimated (he's mean and i'm folded), rinny being a good cuckold highkey, some degradation (not that crazy y'all i promise its hot as FUCK), nipple play, fingering, oral (f&m), face fucking, pussy slapping, edging, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, cum shots, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, lots of banter, dirty talk
wc ⋆.˚ 3k
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
for the past few months, your friday nights have been as follows: inviting your best friend, seishiro nagi, and your new boyfriend, rin itoshi, over for some drinks and either a game or a movie.
rin’s already laughing at nagi’s less than stellar reaction time as he loses uno to him for the fifth time in a row. you’re in the kitchen currently, mixing a second drink for each of you.
“uno,” rin smirks, speaking before nagi has the chance to.
“c’mon, dude,” nagi groans, throwing his head back against the couch irritably, “how do you keep beating me?”
rin snorts. “do you… even know how long it takes you to realize you have one card left?”
nagi rolls his eyes and tsks. “whatever, let’s just play something else.”
“awww,” rin pouts mockingly, “is someone upset?”
“shut up.”
you shake your head with a smile as you approach the living room again, carefully placing the drinks atop the coffee table. they were always teasing each other, and it made your heart swell with warmth knowing that your two favourite people were getting along well.
rin’s a little tipsy by now, taking a sip of his rum and coke before suggesting, “why don’t we play truth or dare?”
“are we fucking five?” nagi looks at him like he’s ridiculous for even recommending such a thing.
“what?” rin is smug as he leans forward onto his knees, teasing, “you scared?”
“fuck, no,” he scoffs, “it’s just stupid.”
rin is severely unconvinced. “hm. right.”
the alcohol courses through your veins enough that you’re in agreement with rin. “i think it’d be kinda fun,” you shrug, “i mean, i’m sure we’ve all got juicy secrets yet to be shared,” you rub your hands together cunningly.
nagi lifts his brow at you with his arms crossed. “you’re serious?”
“yes,” you answer simply, “now stop being a grump and play.”
he rolls his eyes. “fine.”
things are seemingly light until your spin lands on nagi. he picks truth, which he soon learns is a mistake. the liquor in your bloodstream mixes with long-term curiosity and you ask him the burning question, “ever fucked anyone?”
rin freezes beside you, surprised you asked him that when you’re dating, let alone sitting right next to him. but, nonetheless, he’s invested and wants to know, too, the nosy bastard. he huffs out a small laugh, watching nagi intently as he finishes the last sip of his drink. “brutal,” he teases.
nagi’s lips part, debating whether he should answer or not. yeah, he and you were best friends, but you didn’t discuss sex much– it just never seemed to come up in conversation.
“uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “yeah, i have.”
you gasp. “you're lying. there’s no way seishiro nagi has fucked someone before.”
“and why not?” he challenges. “what’s got you so convinced i couldn’t bag someone?”
“it’s not that,” you laugh, “i just have a hard time believing you’d be any good at it.”
“hey,” rin nudges you with a light chuckle, “leave the poor guy alone.”
you throw your hands up in protest. “he’s just too laid-back!”
nagi tsks. “you know i’m right here and can hear you, right?”
“sorry, sei,” you sigh, “i’m sure you’re a great lover–”
“thank you,” he hisses sarcastically.
“–but, like, did she come?”
the whole room goes quiet. rin’s trying to stifle his laughter, and you’re clearly trying to get under nagi’s skin, the alcohol refusing to let up.
“dude,” nagi’s eyes widen at you, “just quit while you’re ahead.”
you’re laughing uncontrollably now, “oh, c’mon, sei! do you even know where the clit is?”
“y/n,” he warns.
“babe,” rin giggles, “i think you’re pushing it too far.”
“but i need to know!”
“do you?” nagi cuts in.
you cross your arms with stubborn hmph. “yes.”
nagi’s already mad that you keep teasing him. and he’s pissed you’re assuming he doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman. his ego is bruised and he doesn’t give a fuck that your boyfriend is in the same room anymore.
“fine, then,” he says curtly, standing up from the couch. you just watch as his body rises, lips resting on the rim of your solo cup, “if you wanna know so bad, then let me fuck you right now to prove it.”
rin stops laughing and you nearly drop your cup into your lap.
“w–what?” you stutter, cheeks turning hot and stomach flipping. you place your drink down slowly on the coffee table.
“you fucking heard me.” nagi’s voice is so demanding and it’s making your thighs clench. “let. me. fuck. you.”
rin’s lips slowly turn upwards into a cocky smile as his eyes shift from nagi to you. he notices the way you’re shaking, the way you’re actually excited and wanting what nagi’s suggesting.
“i–i–,”
nagi chuckles darkly. “lost for words now? you afraid to find out you’re wrong?” he stops in front of you still seated on the couch and leans over, placing his hands on the cushions behind your head as his lips fall beside your ear. “afraid that i’ll ruin you?”
rin’s overheating, buzzing with energy. “fuck,” he huffs, “that’d be so hot to watch.”
your eyes flicker to him for a moment. “you’re… okay with this?”
he nods, leaning back onto his palms. “don’t refuse on my account,” he licks his lips. your gaze drops to his lap for a moment and you immediately notice the bulge. “i can take care of myself.”
your breaths are quiet, but the way your chest heaves makes your feelings clear to the both of them. nagi’s still standing in front of you waiting for an answer. when you finally make eye contact, you immediately fumble. he chuckles, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
“so, what’s it gonna be?” he hums.
you want to look away, but you can’t. he’s got you utterly hypnotized. “o–okay,” you say, voice barely above the whisper.
“what was that?” he thrums. “speak up.”
“yes,” you swallow, answering him louder and with more confidence. “fuck me, sei.”
rin hums in amusement beside the two of you, leaning back against the couch. “put on a good show for me.” he adds slyly.
nagi has an expression you’ve never seen before, one that’s wicked and intentional, like you just gave him a pass to fuck up your entire life. he reaches down to grab your waist, lifting you up to reposition your body, spine on the seat of the couch, so he’s now hovering over you. you can hear your heart thumping wildly through the silence. nagi pokes his tongue with his cheek, then leans down to kiss you. he’s soft at first, the pink muscle steadily rolling into your mouth, but it doesn’t last for long. he’s gripping at your sides, slipping his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and playing with your tits as he kisses you sloppily.
“no bra?” he chuckles against your mouth, “what a needy bitch.”
you gasp as he pinches your nipples, head pushing further into the cushions. rin inhales sharply a few feet away, and you hear the clang of him unbuckling his belt.
“shit,” he huffs, watching the way you squirm from nagi’s touch, the way your tongues collide with passion. his hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his boxers and he begins to palm himself. “fuck her real good for me, sei.”
nagi’s not listening to a word he says. he’s way too focused on the way your cunt is soaking through your panties and pressing against his leg. you’re dripping so much that he can feel it through the fabric of his jeans.
“mmm, baby,” he hums, breaking the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip. your soft whines make his dick twitch. “gonna eat you out now, okay?” his head dips lower and you’re already grabbing his hair. he chuckles, snaking his fingers up your thighs to curl around the straps of your underwear. “bet you wore a skirt tonight hoping to be ruined, hm?” he taunts, groaning as he tosses your soaked lace aside and sees your pretty little cunt in all her glory. “fuck,” he exhales, “you’re soaking the damn couch.” he shifts his body to the side enough so rin can have a look. “you see this?” he sounds shocked, “fuck, your girl is a freak. getting wet over fucking another man.”
rin frees himself completely, fist slowly stroking his length as he just stares– stares at the way your pussy throbs, at the way your lips part, at the way your chest lifts and falls with lust. “filthy,” he breathes, moving just a bit faster, “she’s fucking filthy.”
you want to say something, but your attempt is cut off by nagi’s tongue hotly pressing against your clit. you jolt and close around his head, shoving him harder into your cunt by the hold you still have on his hair. “fuck!” you cry.
he pries your thighs apart aggressively, then slaps your pussy threateningly. you yelp. “stay the fuck open,” he hisses, “i need to feel every inch of this sweet cunt.” he utilizes his shoulders the best he can to keep you wide and obedient as he reaches deep inside of you with his fingers and tongue licking fervently at your clit. “best fucking pussy,” he hums into your folds, “never tasted anyone like you.”
“make her squirt f’me,” rin moans, thumb sliding over his white beaded tip, eyes hooded with pure desire of watching his girlfriend get wrecked by her best friend.
nagi pauses for a minute to turn his head as he glares at rin. “don’t tell me what to fucking do.” somehow, rin trying to guide him pisses him off enough that he returns to your cunt with a merciless pace, pointer and middle from both of his hands scissoring into your dripping hole as he laps and slurps at your bundle of nerves all a mess, your arousal and juices practically coating his entire face and hands. you moan loudly every time you catch the sight of his glistening lips lift from your sex to breathe,
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, thrusting your hips violently against his face, “s–shit, sei,” you choke, back arching as his fingers curl just right, “gonna c-come–”
“huh, that’s funny,” he smirks, pulling away from you abruptly. your near orgasm leaves you immediately and you glare at him, “thought you said i didn’t know how to make a girl do that?”
“y–you–,” he looks so smug that you want to slap him, “fuck you.”
“oh, you will,” his eyes are dark, enticing– he isn’t even fucking close to being finished with you yet. he unbuttons his pants and tosses them onto the floor before picking you up by your hips and placing you forcefully atop his thighs. you whimper as his shaft brushes against your puffy clit. “‘m gonna slide this slutty pussy on my fucking cock until i decide we’re finished, you got that?” the way he’s speaking to you, so mean and demanding, already has you weak in the knees. he licks his teeth, then glances over at rin. “get over here,” he says to him, “she’s gonna be a good girl and suck your cock while i make a fucking mess on her.”
rin’s by your side in a heartbeat, sweaty hands combing through your hair as he slaps his wet, sticky tip against your already parted lips. he looks at you hungrily, gripping at your strands. “gonna let me ruin your mouth while he destroys your pretty cunt, hm?”
“y–yes,” you whimper, eyes so glossy and fucked-out as you look up at him that he’s already shoving his cock down your throat. you choke, eyes rolling as you slurp his thick, veiny length, swallowing the salty precum.
nagi growls as he watches you take all of him, the sounds so sinful that he’s already sliding his shaft fervently against your pussy lips. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs, “taking him like a bitch. you’re so good, baby, so proud of you.” he matches his pace with rin’s brutal thrusts into your mouth, twitching against your clit with each filthy, pornographic choke that slips out of your stuffed face. “god, look at you,” his pants are heavy and ragged, nails digging into your hips as he slides desperately between your slick folds, “can feel you pulsing against my cock, sweetheart.” he releases a raspy groan as his thighs shake, hot spurts of cum landing all over your skirt he never removed. “fuck, fuck,” he hisses, eyes dazed from decorating your pretty clothing, “look what you made me do, baby.”
rin’s completely lost in you sucking him off, nearing the edge with each graze of your teeth against his sensitive vein. “yeah, baby,” he moans, “i’m so close– fuck– keep taking me just like that.” nagi slides himself inside of your needy hole, bottoming you out immediately from how fucking soaked you are. your muffled groans send shock waves through rin’s entire body and he comes, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. “fuuuuuck,” he gasps, riding out his high with short, hard thrusts, “milk me baby, shit!”
as soon as he pulls out of your mouth, you’re a loud sobbing mess because nagi is brutally pistoning into you, unforgiving and trying to make a point. he leans forward to wrap his arms around your body, using his intense grip on the nape of your neck to guide you relentlessly up and down his cock.
“s–sei!” you scream, an arm reaching out to the side to grab rin for leverage. he grabs your wrist and shoves your fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue and moaning pathetically over your digits. it overwhelms your senses, and your eyes start to water. “f–fuck, i’m so sensitive– i–”
“you can take it, sweetheart,” nagi grits his teeth, snaking a few fingers into your hair to tug and you whimper. “i know you can.”
“i–,” you choke on your words, eyes rolling violently as you feel a hand press against your clit. rin’s toying with you now, but not for long.
nagi tsks, slapping his hand away. “don’t fucking touch her, not unless i say so. this is my time to ruin her.”
rin quite literally cowers away in the moment. he was more submissive than he thought.
you’re so fucked-out that you can barely breathe, cunt clenching around nagi’s cock desperately, burying every fucking inch of his length inside of you. “‘mmmm’gonna come–” you slur, gasping for air, as your head falls limp, “i–i can feel– fuck,” your mouth falls wide open as you let out an ungodly moan, body begining to shake violently against his thighs, “oh, fuck!”
“now,” nagi hisses at rin, “touch her greedy little cunt and make her squirt all over me.”
rin obliges, eyes razor-focused on every little expression your face makes as you teeter the edge, the tension in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. your palms bear down firmly against nagi’s chest, uncontrollable pants and whimpers oozing out of you whilst you slide your cunt along his leaky, thick cock.
“fuck, you’re so depserate,” nagi thrums, “fucking riding me like a slut, you need to come that bad, baby?”
“i need it!” you scream, throat cracking, “i f–fucking need it,” rin’s fingers are working fervently on your bundle of nerves as his lips meet your throat, your body seizing up from the intense sensations from all angles. “fuck– oh my god, fuck!” you cry, hot cum pouring out of your pulsing hole all over nagi’s thighs.
he growls loudly, speeding up his pace as he watches his cock move in and out of you, splashing your sweet nectar all over your leftover clothing. “jesus christ,” he hisses, “you’re so fucking sexy, y/n– god– fuck, i don’t want to stop fucking you.” he gasps loudly as he releases his load a second time, relentless bucking of his hips stuffing his cum back up into your walls. “you feel so fucking perfect around me.”
rin’s drooling at the sight of you and nagi so fucking wrecked from each other, watching as you collapse forward onto nagi’s chest once you two finally start to come down. rin drops himself beside you too, exhaling blissfully.
“holy fuck,” he exclaims, “that was hot.”
“yeah,” nagi agrees, “shit.” he runs his fingers through your sweaty strands for a few moments before gently propping your chin up enough to look you in the face. “so?” his lips curve into a lazy, exhausted smirk, “still think i can’t make a girl come?”
you want to say no, but you’re still feeling too strong of a desire to tease him further. you bite your lip with a smile, making it seem like you’re about to complement him. “well, you had rin’s help, didn’t you?”
rin bursts out laughing. nagi’s smile instantly fades and he groans, throwing his head back and cupping his face with his hands. “fuck off,” he sighs, “you’re actually insufferable.”
you giggle, leaning forward and pressing your glistening, red lips just below his ear. he sighs, melting into your touch immediately. “well, it just means you have to try again,” you purr. you feel nagi twitch below you. “you know, without rinny here.”
rin should be mad about the suggestion. but he’s not, because if this situation has taught him anything, it's that he is a fucking cuck. you meet his eyes and he smiles, lifting himself from the couch. you watch as he approaches the front door, slides on his sneakers, then grabs his keys to go home. nagi looks dumbfounded. you’re surprised yourself, but no one is complaining. he just looks back at you two, offering a salute. “have fun,” he coos, “text me tomorrow.”
slowly, you and nagi meet each other’s eyes again, confused and, well, still horny as fuck.
this time, nagi has you pinned to your bed, legs thrown over his shoulders as he wrecks your cunt for a good three hours more that night.
and he does, in fact, make you come. several times.
suguru finding out you're feeling all pent up and needy and he's just so cruel, sitting next to you on the couch as he rubs messy little circles into your pudgy clit, shushing you as the movie plays on.
"hush, baby, i can't hear the tv," he chides you, taking a little break to give light smacks against your puffy slit and biting the inside of his cheek to stop from grinning at your pitiful sob.
it's painful, not for you, but for him. he wants nothing more but to slide his pretty fingers inside of your drippy pussy, but he has to be mean, has to get you nice and worked up. after all, if he doesn't, your not gonna get all creamy and wet on his dick later, and nothing is better than watching all that slick drip out of you and down his balls as he has you just sit on it.
so, he just keeps rubbing circles into your clit, humming as you tugged on his arm, pleading quietly for more, for something, anything. and all you get is that calm smile and another slap to your pussy as he leans close to your ear. "if you don't stop being a needy little slut, i'll make you get yourself off, baby. does that sound good? no? then behead, 'm trying to watch my movie."
seijoh4 minus iwaizumi traps you in your own apartment so they could gift you to iwaizumi.
wc: 1.4k, no idc if them living tgt don’t make sense.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN :3
the scent of oikawa’s overpriced cologne was the first indicator that security had been breached. the second indicator was the colossal, neon-pink satin ribbon currently being looped around your torso with the frantic urgency of a group of teenagers trying to wrap a fragile porcelain vase before their parents got home.
“hold still, y/n-chan! if the bow isn’t symmetrical, the entire aesthetic integrity of the birthday surprise is compromised!” oikawa hissed, his fingers flying through the silky fabric as he knotted it around your waist.
“you’re going to suffocate her, you idiot,” matsukawa muttered from the corner, leaning against your kitchen counter while casually eating one of your strawberries. “and if she dies, iwaizumi will literally liquefy our bones and drink them like a protein shake.”
“i’m executing a flawless vision!” oikawa protested, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
you were sitting on your own living room rug, thoroughly bound from the waist up in a massive, glossy pink bow. you looked like a very expensive, slightly confused gift basket. the aoba johsai third-years had broken into your apartment exactly twenty minutes ago under the guise of ‘intelligent birthday operations,’ and instead of screaming for help, you had mostly just been impressed by how fast hanamaki could tie a double-knot.
“honestly, i feel like a fancy ham,” you said, shifting slightly to see if you could move your arms. you couldn’t. they were pinned quite securely to your sides. “is the candlelit dinner really necessary if i can’t even pick up a fork?”
“iwa-chan will feed you,” oikawa said, waving his hand dismissively as he lit the final tea light on your coffee table. they had cleared away your textbooks, replaced them with a white tablecloth, and ordered an obscene amount of high-end takeout. “in fact, he will probably view this as the greatest day of his entire mortal existence. now, quiet! i hear his footsteps. everyone, to the balcony!”
in a flurry of squeaking sneakers and hushed arguments about who was stepping on whose feet, the three boys scrambled out through your glass doors, shutting the curtains behind them just as the front doorknob jiggled.
the door swung open.
iwaizumi stepped into the apartment, his shoulders tense and his brow furrowed in that permanent, default scowl he wore whenever he had been left alone with oikawa for more than five minutes. he was carrying his gym bag, looking thoroughly exhausted by the mere concept of his own birth anniversary.
“oikawa, if you hid my keys in the bushes again, i’m going to—”
he stopped dead in his tracks.
the apartment was dimly lit, glowing with the soft, flickering warmth of a dozen tiny candles. the scent of cherry blossoms and spicy takeout filled the air. and there, sitting precisely in the center of the room, was you. wrapped in a giant pink bow like a prize-winning show pony.
iwaizumi’s brain stalled. his brain completely derailed, flew off the tracks, and exploded into a spectacular fireball of adoration. his gym bag slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. his eyes dilated so fast they looked entirely black, his chest heaving as his lungs suddenly forgot how to extract oxygen from the atmosphere.
“hey,” you said softly, giving him a little helpless wiggle of your shoulders. “happy birthday.”
the sound of your voice seemed to snap a cord inside him. iwaizumi was across the room in a fraction of a second, dropping to his knees before you with a force that rattled the floorboards. his hands hovered over you, trembling slightly, utterly terrified of touching you too hard but looking so intensely starved for your presence that it was borderline feral.
“what did they do to you?” his voice was a raw, low rasp, thick with a terrifying amount of protective instinct. his fingers immediately went to the knot of the ribbon, his knuckles brushing against your ribs, sending a massive jolt of electricity straight down your spine. “are you hurt? did that dumbass hurt you? i’ll kill him. i’ll bury him in the school yard.”
“i’m fine, i promise,” you giggled, the sound light and bubbly in the quiet room. “they didn’t hurt me at all. oikawa was very specific about not wrinkling my shirt. they wanted to give you a proper present.”
iwaizumi’s gaze locked onto yours, and the sheer, crushing weight of his devotion was enough to make your breath catch. he looked at you the way an ancient, desperate traveler might look at an oasis after a century in the desert. there’s a terrifying, beautiful affection in his eyes—a silent admission that you held his entire heart in your hands, and if you squeezed even a little bit, he would gladly disintegrate into dust for you.
“you’re the only present i want,” he muttered, his voice dropping so deep it resonated in your chest. his thumbs stroked over the fabric of the ribbon, his eyes tracking the line of the pink silk up to your collarbone, before snapping back to your lips with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. “you shouldn’t be wrapped up like this. it makes me want to lock you in this room and never let anyone else look at you again.”
your heart did a violent, joyful flip-flop against your ribs. “is that a threat, iwaizumi?”
“it’s a promise that once it happens again, i won’t hold back,” he growled softly, finally tugging the golden knot loose.
the ribbon slithered off your shoulders like water, pooling around your hips in a mess of pink satin. the moment your arms were free, iwaizumi didn’t waste another millisecond. he surged forward, his massive, calloused hands framing your face with a tenderness that completely contradicted his terrifying expression. his palms were warm, his thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin for the rest of eternity.
when his lips met yours, it was less of a casual kiss and more of a total spiritual surrender.
he kissed you with desperate, heavy hunger, his mouth moving over yours with a frantic need to consume and be consumed. it was a bruising, deeply romantic sort of worship. he groaned against your mouth, his fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck to pull you even closer, erasing every single millimeter of space between your bodies.
you wrapped your newly freed arms around his neck, pulling yourself up into his lap. he welcomed the weight instantly, his strong beefy arms locking around your waist like iron bands, anchoring you to him as if he were terrified you might evaporate into thin air if he loosened his grip by a single fraction.
“god, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your lips, peppering short, hard kisses along your jawline, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. “i’m losing my mind. you’re going to kill me one day, i swear to god.”
“you’re doing great for a dead guy,” you whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the crisp, comforting scent of sweat and laundry detergent that was uniquely him. you nipped gently at his earlobe, feeling the sudden, violent shudder that went through his massive frame.
“don’t do that unless you want this table knocked over,” he warned, his voice incredibly thick as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes with a possessive strength that made your toes curl. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with a liquid, molten heat. “i mean it. i’m so crazy about you it’s actually making me sick.”
“good,” you said, reaching up to smooth down the unruly spikes of his dark hair, your fingers lingering on his forehead. “because i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”
he stared at you, his expression softening into something so purely, profoundly tender that it looked almost painful for him to hold. he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just breathed you in, his thumbs tracing slow, heavy circles against your waist.
“happy birthday, hajime.”
“it’s a happy birthday now,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering seal of absolute devotion.
from the balcony, a faint, muffled snicker broke the silence, followed by the distinct sound of oikawa being violently elbowed in the ribs by matsukawa.
iwaizumi didn’t even open his eyes, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction more as a small, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “ignore them. if they stay out there long enough, they’ll freeze, and then i can throw them into the trash incinerator tomorrow morning.”
n: sweet, sweet iwa. happy birthday :3
i have a discord server haha hi guys :3 we got a tag thanks to eme, soup, and maddy !
takin in wolf hybrid!toji who has little to no experience in anything!! he's a quick learner with sex and what not, but the one thing he just cannto get right is kissing.
he's always licking into your mouth with his big fat tongue, messy and sloppy, getting spit and drool everywhere as he tries his best to press his lips against yours and not feel the instant urge to suck on your tongue and run his tongue over your teeth, cooing at how tiny your canines are.
it's so cute, you're gonna be his to protect because what are you gonna do with those little nubs? he'll give you a little nip on your lip with his sharp ones, teasing the idea of piercing the skin. and it's okay, any blood that spills he'll lick it right up for you,, all messy just like everything else he does when he tries to kiss you.
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Gris Rubion is a gentle lover. Especially when his girlfriend is usually so shy and reserved, he's more than happy with just going at your pace and tend to your needs as best as he can. Until one night you have a drink too many during a party at Cleaners HQ and he's face to face with a totally different side of you— bolder, definitely hornier, whispering softly in his ear "please, don't hold back."
And suddenly you're face down, ass up, Gris' hips colliding into yours with a speed and vigor you had never seen from him, though perfectly fitting for his build. One of his large hands is splayed over the small of your back for leverage, while his other is wrapped firmly around the headboard. The chatter from the common room is enough to cover the sound of the bed creaking under the sheer force of his thrusts, and he allows himself to be louder than usual.
You, on the other hand, are losing your mind. Drool drips from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow your face is shoved in, no articulate sound coming from you apart from the slurred cry of his name in-between harsh slaps of skin against skin. "Nghh— mhf!" are the sounds he mostly hears, along with loud, whorish moans he wasn't aware you could produce whenever his cock would hit that soft little spot inside of you.
"I - hah - never thought you liked it this - fuck! - this rough, b-baby..." Gris breathes out, his chest and carved abs slick with a sheen of sweat. It was his first time going all-out on you, after all. "But you take it so. Fucking. Good." Each final word was punctuated with a sharp thrust, followed by the sweetest whimpers falling from your lips.
So what if he ends up cracking the headboard from gripping it too hard? It was just a small accident! Of course, he'd rather get devoured by a trash beast than explain it to Semiu or accidentally being heard by Enjin, but it's definitely worth seeing your blissed, fucked out expression, flushed with afterglow, and full of his cum. It's just a matter of learning to manage his strength with you!
where during the biggest party of the year, the emo nerd you only found out existed yesterday finally makes a move!
tags! f!reader, teruhashi-like reader (but no one will compare to the perfect pretty girl tho) pining, slight stalking, kinda cheating choso wears glasses hell yeah, emo!nerd!loser!choso ngh, slight nsfw, y2k!au
a/n! im back, enjoy luvlies ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
credits! art: X:(Aransmind), and dividers by @angeliicide
high school in the 2000s was pretty much a living stereotype. there were specific cliques, a social hierarchy, drama, gossip, parties, and hookups. you of course, were above all that. not in the way you'd expect, though.
as leader of your 3-person clique, you were the undisputed and distinguished monarch of your high school.
hair always perfect, nails always done, flawless outfit even if you were out partying at 2am, heavenly body, spectacular makeup that highlighted your god-carved face, always with your favorite drink in your hand, and of course, people never blocked your group's way.
there were of course rumors:
"the other day i saw her at the mall, and i swear to god she had a golden aura, with cloud-like wings behind her"
"what, you're wrong, one time she was walking downtown, and at the victoria's secret store, the employees tried to recruit her to be an angel"
"you're all wrong. she literally doesn't need any of that. her parents own all the major companies back where she lives. i don't even know what she's doing here, this high school sucks"
"you know, i heard that when she went to a concert, the staff backstage invited her on stage just because she was that jaw dropping"
"not even close. once someone called her 'perfect flower-shop pretty' but like 5 guys told them that she was a wildflower, because her beauty doesn't even compare to those, and puts them all to SHAME"
"she literally got invited to the booth of the charli xcx boiler room, please"
needless to say, you had it all.
except... a decent boyfriend.
naoya zenin. literally the name of your nightmares. even god's favorite can't have it all, can she?
na*ya was genuinely the asshole of your darkest times. being forced to be his girlfriend by both of your families, you absolutely despised him. you had standards, for god's sake! the asshole had nothing going for him apart from his family's generational wealth. totally not your type
if you could go back in time in all of history, you'd definitely go back to the very first day of 10th grade, hit yourself with a bat, and stay the hell home, so that your eyes never got to see his unfortunate looks.
the worst part? being the school's queen, you couldn't openly hate him, his family owned the town, basically, and cherry on top? people thought you looked NICE together. please. as if such a neanderthal could ever stand a chance to be with a perfect beauty.
you couldn't count the amount of times you'd caught na*ya kissing others at parties with both hands, either, so you'd definitely considered if he played for the other team, with the amount of misogynistic comments and the time you swore he was kissing a dude at a party, even though he claimed he was drunk, drunk words are sober thoughts after all
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your hatred towards your boyfriend was thank god, shared. choso kamo was, although, described as:
"uhhh who...?"
"oh i think i was paired with him for band, sick drum player"
"he's nice, his younger brother is like super popular, too"
uhhh he was, shy, to say the least, blending into the backroom of the messy art room and band class only sharing a few classes with the tall, dark-haired guy with glasses, never overly noticing him, always busy fixing your hair and gossiping away
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choso was distraught, the emo, drum-playing, fine ass loser was completely and utterly devastated
having seen you ever since you walked into late into his art class, with a perfectly coordinated sparkly outfit, that complimented your body, swinging your hair creating swirls in the air, and sitting parallel to him as he worked, he has never stopped noticing everything you do, your smell, cute hairstyles, perfect hands and sugary but angular smile, he was, to say the least, swooned, he had memorized your schedule, stalked all of your instagrams, your 100 tiktok accounts, and even found your secret fanpages
and he did not know how you didn't notice
the way he got pink as the blush on your cheeks whenever he was in a room with you, how he always held the door open until you walked through and the way he downright stared at you, entranced
you hadn't noticed
well, who could blame you, a perfect pretty girl does have to keep up appearances, and had no time for losers like him
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you didn't even know choso existed, you were too busy, organizing parties, staying on top of all the drama, and fighting with the nuisance that calls himself your boyfriend
that was, until the time of the biggest party of the year rolled around, which meant that you'd of course, plan it
with your parents gone, and alcohol bought, you'd spent the days decorating and preparing for the perfect party on friday
in your master bedroom, you lay down on your bed, browsing through last year's yearbook, on your silk sheets, planning on who to invite, with this being the biggest party of the year, there was no room to be caught lacking, so your friends were helping you prep everything as well
"okay, so the football team was invited, ugh, anota unfortunately too, the drama club, the basketball team, the tennis team, my hallway crushes, you guys' hallway crushes, the cool people from other grades..." you rambled, getting to the end of the impossibly long list, megan thee stallion playing on your rooms's speakers, golden light skimming through the walls, twirling your hair in circles, "i still feel like there's too little people, though"
that's when you got a brilliant idea, "hey... what if we skim through the yearbook and invite our hear me outs?" followed by an agreement from your two friends
you spent the evening ordering coffee and drawing hearts around new ones who were hot, and writing their name in your pretty little handwriting
that's when you got to the band club's pictures
you'd never even considered emo boys before
but damn... that brown haired guy...
he definitely changed your mind
you searched for his name
c... k... oh! right there
choso kamo: band club, art club, art honor society
you stopped dead in your tracks
how the hell have you never noticed before, damn! did he not get invited to most parties? well... his permanent anxious expression, dark circles and twin tails may or may not be the cause...
your friends did notice you staring mouth open at a picture, sitting upright, they took the book from your grip
"who are you looking at, anyways? close your mouth, a fly is gonna get in there"
how could you explain to your friends that the finest man on the planet was in that book, and you didn't even know his name before??
sure, popular girls and nerd losers don't get along... typically... you were sure you could make it work
so, after a session of screaming and surprises, your friends (with the hatred of a thousand suns towards naoya) decided to grudgingly invite him, not because he was kind of fine! you wanted to see how an emo loser behaved when surrounded by actual people, of course!
i mean, that's what you told yourself anyways
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the day of the party rolled around, having spent hours dolling up, finding the perfect outfit to compliment your hair, skin and body, and manifestations to get naoya away from you
and maybe, just maybe
choso, on the other hand was a nervous wreck
having changed his outfit thrice, rotating between three different t-shirts and seven jeans, he settled on a nine-inch nails shirt, with a deep purple long sleeve underneath, dark jeans and with yuji's recommendation, let his shoulder-length hair down, giving it a messy and ruffled look
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your house was floor to ceiling in decoration, lights flashing, glittering ceilings, kaleidoscopic floors, bar lined with glasses and bottles, and blasting music from the walls and excitement surrounding the growing crowd
you were, to say the least, the glowing center of attention, right in the center of the dance floor, where the dancing incremented and heat radiated
you noticed, from the corner of you eye, through the drunken crowd, a girl pressed against your boyfriend, gripping his arm, drink in hand
you grabbed your friend, dragged her towards them, and promptly bitch-slapping his sorry ass
"finally, i can be done with you, thank god we're over"
you turned around on your heels and went for another drink
making your way to the secluded bar, you bumped into a tall figure
"watch where you're going idiot," not in the mood to deal with any other issue
when he turned around, you quickly recognized the pale skin, chiseled features and face tattoo, as choso, who grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from falling
"sorry! i just came here, uhh... sorry for being in the way!" he stammered, as he looked into your glistening eyes
he rambled on, but you could not believe that the same needy guy who you only noticed a few days ago looked so... good...?
"um, sorry... are you okay?"
shit, you had completely forgotten the situation you were in right now
"yeah uh... choso, right?"
"wow! you... know my... name?"
"don't get any ideas, loser" but you stumbled, someone bumping into you, pushing you deeper into his embrace
you were drunk, sure but why was there such a warm feeling in your chest? heat spread to your face, but ew! this band kid nerd was touching you right now!
distancing yourself, mumbling something about his shirt, you gladly greeted others arriving at the same time, and yuji, bashfully surrounded by some girls
choso stood there, admiring your presence near him, you actually acknowledged him! that was enough to send him into the moon, and he was decided that that interaction alone was enough to fill his heart for at least 2 months
freeing himself from his entourage, yuji made his way to his brother
"choso you gotta do something more that letting her humble you! what the hell, do you like getting degraded or something?"
choso blushed, looking away, away at you, all the lights shining on you, lighting up your features and expression, when you suddenly looked at him, with the sweetest smile he had ever seen from a mean girl like you
"choso! in serious, go talk to her" yuji exclaimed, shaking him tightly
choso was seriously entranced, being overwhelmed by the ambient of the party and your entoxicating presence
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"mghh" you moaned into his mouth, pressing your chest to his, his glasses askew, straddling his lap, as you grabbed his hands, pressing them against the headboard
choso didn't even recall how he got into this situation but he was definitely NOT complaining
he maybe remembered girls pushing him, laughing to the bar, giving confused looks to yuji and looking for you in the back
he also remembered the acid taste in his mouth, drinking the bright liquid and it dripping down to his stomach, soaking his shirt and the floor
he also remembered how you yelled at some point, getting his drink spilled on your expensive outfit, and you promptly giving him the meanest stare on earth as you headed to your room to change
then, he remembered chasing after you, opening the door, profusely apologizing, as he is met with the sight of you, in your underwear, cussing him out
as he was about to run off, he felt how you grabbed his hands, roughly pulling him in and locking the door, swearing to hod that if he left you'd make his life hell
as you continued your drunken kisses down to your bed, choso felt the alcohol taking over, making his face red, and himself sweaty
you stopped your kisses, sucking his neck instead, but as you worked your way down, meeting the drenched patch of his shirt
he let out a whimper as you settled on his lap, taking a look at his flustered face, you grinned, looking at his disheveled face, crooked glasses and messy hair
"you're so pathetic you know" you murmured, looking annoyed, but the blush dusting your face contradicted your expression, and choso's hands trailed over your lower waist, you gently contoured his face, tracing over his face tattoo and re adjusting his glasses but you felt a weight shift in between your legs
"..." choso blushed a shade of red, looking at everything except you
"no way you seriously got hard because of that" you mockingly laughed, tightening your arms around his neck, softly caressing his nape
"you're so mean, beautiful"
that earned an even deeper blush out of you, hiding your face in his neck
"what? your 'boyfriend' never said things like this to such a beauty like you?"
"ugh shut up! unless you want me to tell everyone you're a virgin and kick you out shut up..." you held the sides of his face and forced him to kiss you, earring a little whine out of him
"what, you'd never been drunk before?"
"n-no..."
he was so pathetic, and that turned you on endlessly, what would your friends say about this, what if someone walked through the door now? what would naoya call you??
"ngh... don't worry about all that princess.." choso drunkenly in between kisses whispered
shit, you said that out loud... but how could you worry now? as those sweet, drunken words were nicer that everything naoya had ever said to you
choso heard a soft sniffle from on top of him
he hurriedly held you in his arms, wiping away your tears, holding you tight, "h-hey, what happened? did i do something? i'm so sorry, i would never hurt you, sweetheart.."
"you're so dumb, cho...so..." you muffled lightly punching against his surprisingly toned chest, but there was no edge to your words, and choso knew that
he softly smiled, "i'm not going anywhere, if you don't want me to, baby"
you then pressed the lightest and sweetest kiss to his mouth, catching him by surprise, as he melted into your sour, alcoholic taste
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choso's next weeks were something out of his dreams, he bagged the prettiest girl in town, having her on his arm 24/7, followed by her little clique of friends, her yapping his ear off, he was in paradsise
also, how could he complain, when you two got home, he always got rewarded with an hour long makeout shesh everytime
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a/n! im soso proud of this onee, also i changed my layout ( ܸ. .)՞՞ hope you guys liked itttt ♡xx
Light glows dimly throughout the room. Pencils, highlighters, pens and paper all scatter the bed. You’re laying on your stomach highlighting information in the textbook. Bachira sits up beside you pretending to read his notes even though he’s secretly ogling you. He wants to touch you so bad, to feel your warmth, your skin on his. You look up from your notes feeling eyes on you. Bachira is staring directly at your ass. The shorts you were wearing hugged your body just the right way and it drove Bachira mad.
“what?” You ask. Bachira looks up at you. His golden eyes are filled with lust. “Nothing, continue studying. I’m gonna take a break” he said. He grabbed his phone and leaned against the bedframe. He pretended to scroll through Instagram but in reality he was staring at you. God you were so perfect. The curve of your hip, the furrow in your brow when you read a part you just didn’t quite understand. How your back gently arches when you highlight a new piece of information. He was so obsessed with you, it drove him mad. Even his monster liked you. He kept still when you slept next to him or cuddled with him. He didn’t move, just listened to the soft sound of your breathing.
You sighed and rolled over onto your side. Bachira was still in his daze, looking at you like you hung the moon and bought him the stars. You smiled at him, “I’m taking a break too.” You said as you stretched out your back. The shirt you borrowed from Bachira slipped up your back to reveal soft skin. He was a goner. He lets out a desperate noise. “Baby, oh my god, I need you” he says. You look at him confused, “huh?” You had no idea how appealing you looked right now. “Pretty girl, please have mercy on me” his voice is full of adoration. He looks at you with such need you almost crumble.
You give a short nod, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He kisses you, slowly at first but it becomes hungry very quickly. His hands explore your body, your waist, your back, the back of your neck. He touches you as if he can’t ever get enough. His tongue touches the seal of your lips, begging for entrance. You part your lips slightly allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You fall onto the bed, books and all notes forgotten. He’s on top of you, leaving open mouthed kisses all along your neck. “Fuck I’ve been waiting all day to taste you” he groans desperately. He tugs at the hem of your shirt and looks up at you with desire. “Can I please?” He asks. Even though you and bachira have had sex on numerous occasions, he never failed to ask for permission.
You give him a nod. He shakes his head, “words, baby, I want words.” He says. You let out a breathy yes and he removes your shirt and your bra. He whimpers, “fuck, you’ve always had such beautiful tits.” He latches onto a nipple with his lips and plays with the other one. You let out a whimper. “I love the noises you make,you drive me insane.” He says against your chest. He flicks your nipple with his tongue until you're begging him to move to the next one. He plays with ur nipples till they’re swollen. He kisses the path down to the waistband of your shorts.
He looks up at you, silently asking for approval. “Yes” you say simply and he slides your shorts and your underwear off at the same time. He spreads you open and his eyes glint with lust at the sight of your pussy. He gently probs a finger in it and grins. “So wet and I haven’t even touched you down here yet” he says. He brings your ankles to his shoulders. “I’ve missed this pussy. She’s so fucking pretty” he says and presses kisses to your inner thighs. He licks up your slit and lets out a desperate noise. “You taste so good, baby. I could eat you out all day.” He licked your clit causing you to let out a soft moan. He grinned as he ate you like a man starved. His tongue circled and played with your clit while he slipped 2 fingers in without any resistance. “fuck you’re so wet.”
You squirm underneath him. The stimulation was too much and too little at the same time. He used his other hand to keep you pinned down to the bed. His forearm over your stomach to keep you still. He looks up at you and the sight below you is enough to make you cum. Bachira’s wild golden eyes look up at you with affection and within seconds you cum. Something about him looking at you like that made you horny all over again. He continues to eat you out through your orgasm and when you gently push his head away is when he sits up between your legs. He wipes his mouth. “The best meal I will ever have,” he said with a grin. His cock was practically visible through the sweatpants he was wearing.
“So are you gonna fuck me now or you just gonna stare?” You ask with a teasing tone. Bachira grins and reaches into his bedside table and grabs a condom. He quickly discards his shirt along with his sweatpants and his boxers. His cock stands hard and ready with precum coming out of the tip. His lack of height was definitely made up for elsewhere. He climbed onto you and put your legs up on his shoulders. He spit in his hand and strokes his hard cock a couple times before sinking into you slowly. He lets out a desperate whimper. “Goddamn I’ve missed this. You’re so amazing, my pretty girl” he says. He starts to move slowly at first. “Harder bachira. Please” you begged.
He grinned and moved faster. Each thrust came with a small noise of his own and the noises of thrusting in and out. “Bachira, I’m close” you said with a breathy moan. He grinned and picked up his pace a bit. Your hands scratch down his back as you cum. He hisses but picks up the pace. He cums moments after you, buried to the tilt inside you. He drops onto your chest with a heavy sigh. “I’ll clean you up in a sec, I just wanna lie here.” He says against your chest. A couple moments later, he walks to the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag. He gently cleans the area between your legs and tosses the rag on the floor. He gets in bed beside you and holds you to his chest and with that you guys sleep through the night.
Choso could see nothing but darkness due to the thick, black piece of fabric tied around his head, covering his eyes, blocking off all view.
He couldn’t see, but his body could feel.
It could feel your teasing, feather-light touches along his v-line, fingertips making their way down to his erect cock.
His body could feel your other hand tracing patterns along his abs, pausing occasionally on the defined muscle.
Temporarily losing one of the five senses amplified his other ones. He could feel everything.
That’s why his hips jumped when you ran your thumb over his sensitive tip, rubbing in small circles.
“Calm down, ‘Cho,” you giggled, now wrapping your full hand around his cock. “You’ve nowhere to look. Take in the sensations.”
It was almost comical how your words sounded like you were guiding him through meditation instead of jerking him off. Choso tried to let himself relax, but he was just so fucking sensitive.
“You’re killing me,” he whimpered, tossing his head back, breathing growing erratic. “I’m gonna cum quick.”
You picked up the pace of your strokes, gaze focused on your hand running up and down his shaft, beads of precum dripping down onto your hand.
“Doesn’t it feel great?” You smiled to yourself, your own arousal growing from watching Choso start to come undone.
Choso bit down on his lower lip, nodding at your question. Being in the dark left him so unsure of what your next move would be.
“Get used to this, Choso. You won’t be seeing the light for a long time.”
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Pairing: Soft dom! Geto x Sub! Gojo x Hard dom! Reader
Summary- After an amazing date at the carnival with your boyfriends, you got ‘excited’ on the car ride home, and once you got inside? Well, none of you could move by morning.
A/n: SOMEONE PLAY HEADSHOT BY RJ PASIN!!! A part of my Gala Of Pride event, you know, cause I'm gay and stuff. WHO LOVES TO PEG A MAN?! MEEEE!!!(I've never been in a sexual situation)
Taglist: @mtcloudsworld, @aizawash0e, & @jellywrites1218. (My beautiful moots who encourage my filthy writing, love them!) Official taglist: here
CW- Mature content, OOC(Geto, I feel), humor(crack), I kinda rush into the smut cause I'm really like that, not much dialogue cause I get into the dets, m/f/m, BLB, intoxication(reader & Gojo), dub-con(drunk sex), fingering through the panties(?), loads of sloppy kissing, spit, strap-on action(reader 2 Gojo), sandwich situation & Eiffel tower situation, oral(Geto receiving), pegging, P in V❥ unprotected(no diy), hands-free cumming(Gojo), several orgams, cum eating(Gojo), praise(Geto) & degradation(reader), gentle ending/aftercare, crying from pleasure(Gojo), ass smacking(reader 2 Gojo), we're going to hell, etc.
Geto watched you two with a grin on his lips—watching Gojo stumble while laughing because of his intoxication and you slurring and drunkenly giggling.
A complete hot mess.
The three of you made your way to the car, moving through the crowded walkways of the carnival. Screams, laughter, and music echoed through the mall parking lot, and the smells of carnival food made your stomachs curl, but your mouths watered.
You lost track of how many rides you and Gojo had been on, then how many drinks you had after them, then how long Gojo was throwing up in a bush because he decided it was a good idea to go on a ride that dropped him down from sixty feet in the air.
Geto watched the whole thing in amusement, you two and your odd behavior enthralled him in ways he wouldn't admit. Geto had no choice but to be the responsible one in the relationship, you were a party girl and so was Gojo. You two could stay up all night bar hopping, recklessly driving, making out, and trying new foods if he didn't step in and make both of you settle down.
Your relationship started around three years ago—a threesome. Something that was supposed to be quick and simple for all of you; however, during the aftermath, you talked and got to know each other.
Gojo and Geto had already been a thing, then you entered the equation. They had kept their relationship under wraps but you stepped in and made them expose their love for each other without shame—oh how you loved to see your sweet boys loving each other.
While a poly wasn't what you expected on your visit to Japan, you weren't mad at it.
“I see three moons…Am I crazy?” Gojo’s head was thrown back, staring up at the night sky full of stars, his eyes drifting back and forth.
“For seeing three moons? No, you're drunk. In general? Yes, you're an egotist psycho.” Geto replied, hands stuffed in his pockets, smug pride all over his face.
“That's hilarious coming from you.” Your sarcasm interrupted their conversation as you jumped on a bench.
“That's exactly what I was thinking.” Gojo agreed, following your footsteps and climbing onto the bench with you.
Geto rolled his eyes at both of you and stopped his steps in front of the bench.
“Can you get off the bench?”
“Nuh uh.” You both replied in sync.
“Please?” Geto's foot tapped impatiently.
“Neh.” Gojo shook his head, going to stand on the arm of the bench.
“Okay.” Geto reluctantly sighed and moved forward.
First, he slid his hand underneath your armpits and lifted you off the bench.
“Ah!” You squealed.
Then as he was going to grab Gojo, the blue-eyed demon leaped onto his back, arms clasped tight under his neck.
“Unhand me you troglodyte.” Geto's eyes slowly twisted to the Gojo whose head was resting on his shoulder.
“You love me.” Gojo replied, teasingly with his obnoxiously boyish grin on his face.
“You're very lucky I do.” Geto signed in annoyance, carrying Gojo on his back and holding the back of your skirt to keep you close.
You two were chaos, pains in the ass, adult children, but in the end, you were his and no matter how badly he wanted to shove melatonin down both of your throats and lock you away in the basement for a day of silence, he loved you two.
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The car ride was smooth and quiet, just the small hum of the AC and the sound of tires gliding over the roads.
You and Gojo rode in the backseat as Geto drove, and you stared out the window observing each building and piece of woods you sped by. Your body leaned over Gojo’s to get a clear view and Gojo's eyes traveled your body with desire struggling to ignore his growing arousal.
You were immersed in staring until you felt a small graze on your inner thigh, then his fingers inched closer.
You looked back at your boyfriend and his lips curled into a ‘o’ with a small and quiet shush flowing from his lips as his large fingers dragged down your lips.
You compiled and spread your legs for him. A smirk grew on his lips and he pressed the padding of his fingers against your clit, building a slow circular motion.
A cold shock ran through you, causing a jolt from the sudden stimulation. His finger arched in, curling forward and steering against your pulsing clit. You felt your ichorous lubricant pour itself out of you, inundating the thin pink cotton of your panties.
Each gradual stroke of his fingers built your ecstasy and brought those lewd thoughts to your head— oh, the things you would do to him when you got home.
He dragged his digits between your vulva, gathering your dripping excitement that melted down his fingers.
You bit your lip to contain the moans that sat at the tip of your tongue. He hushed you once more before slowly tugging your damp undergarment to the side, little did he know that Geto knew.
He glanced back and forth between you two and the road, pushing his hips forward to handle the bulge pressing the zipper of his jeans that just continued to get tighter.
—
“We're here.” Geto pulled the car to a halt and cut off the engine.
Gojo pushed the door open with ease, and a dried residue was on his fingers as he wrapped them around the handle. You climbed out behind, biting your lip, and a lustful gaze, running over him. Your filthy thoughts grew more intense the closer you approached your house.
Gojo was oblivious to how both of you were looking at him, eyes full of burning desires and minds full of raw thoughts and fantasies that were destined to come true.
Geto wasted no time unlocking the door and moving into the house, he left you to lock the door while he dragged Gojo away to the room to get him ready for both of you.
“Ugh, I'm exhausted-” Geto cut Gojo off with a kiss rich with passion and heat. Gojo involuntarily moaned into the kiss, his hands creeping up Geto’s chest.
You followed into the room and locked the door behind you. Geto broke the kiss, a glint of excitement in his dark eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen in the room.
He stripped Gojo out of his clothes, jacket, shirt, then pants, then his boxers till his lean body was nude and exposed to both of you and your dirty intentions.
You stripped yourself, leaving your undergarments wrapped around you. After you made your way to the bottom drawer of your dresser to grab your favorite ‘toy’.
“Damn.” Geto huffed, grinning as he observed the two people he got to call his own.
“I see what you two want tonight.” Gojo teased, sitting down on your king-size bed. As if both of you weren't about to engulf him from the inside until he was unable to move.
You stepped into your strap-on and hooked it around your hips. Meanwhile, Geto removed his jacket, then unhooked his pants painfully slow in front of Gojo– a torture tactic to make Gojo pulsate with elation.
Geto spread his legs in a ‘v’ shape, with his knees lifted slightly. Gojo's eyes shifted to his boyfriend's erection, a sudden need to please him running through his mind, and he crawled forward on all fours bending down and dropping his mouth open.
Geto wrapped his cold slender fingers around his throbbing length, the sensation of his fingers sending a jolt through his sensitive cock. He pressed the crown of his shaft against Gojo's pink lips wet with saliva, pushing past them and allowing his tip to enter Gojo's warm mouth:
You stood on your knees behind Gojo, fondling the softness of his ass. Spreading him open, you sent a wad of spit riding down between his ass for lubricant. Then you spit into your hand and stroked your cock, after doing so you teased— rubbed the tip over his hole, pushing the head in then pulling back, teasing his ass with small slaps from your cock.
Gojo's hand reached back, folding around your rod trying to shove it into him. A smug smile of satisfaction filled your lips and you slapped his hand, swaying it away.
“No, you be a good boy and wait until I'm ready.” You hissed, slamming a slap against his ass.
Gojo moaned around Geto's dick, sending twitchings through Geto. His mouth sealed around Geto, deliberate sloppy sucks up and down his cock, the corners of his lips poured out spit that rode down to Geto's sack.
Geto felt sparks watching Gojo become a male slut for his inches, wanting to praise and admire the work his boyfriend was doing.
“Aahh,” Geto released a broken moan, “good, you're doing so well, keep goin’ just like that.” Geto cooed and encouraged his beautiful boyfriend.
You felt a fire ignite in your chest, a dosage of an indubitable power over Gojo, a dosage that gave you a high.
“Fuck, you're such a dirty slut,” you snarled, proceeding to crash your cock into his tight hole, gapping him apart with your six inches of length.
“Mmh!” Gojo’s muffled moans erupted once he felt you plunging inside of him, the warm silicon dragged along in him a sensation that brought out another side of him. With each thrust plowed in him, his hole widened then clasped back around the inches.
You rolled your hips with a relentless cadence, the vibration of domination rumbling through you making each thrust harder than the last. Each hammer into Gojo's sensitive dome was made with determination and want of supremacy, you hauled yourself out then back in deeper than the last time.
Geto watched you attentively, each tough plow of your hips against Gojo's pelvis, each huff and pant you released while keeping your eyes on the man you were splitting open, and every smack and rub you brought to Gojo's got him ready to take you and put all of himself in you.
However, the luscious feeling of Gojo's sealed warm mouth around his length, his tongue stroking the underside, and throat closing around his hot tip. His cock twitched, knocking Gojo's throat making him gag, dewy spit gleaming as it rolled down his cock, salty tears soaking the poor man's cheeks as he struggled around his cock and was overstimulated by the overwhelming pleasure.
Gojo’s cock toughened and he felt a buildup in his pelvis, cock leaking small droplets of pre-cum.
“Ahh, fuuck!” Gojo pulled away from Geto's cock and cried from his intense climax, his cum draining and leaking all over the bed.
Geto watched pumping his cock, hands coiled tightly around his hard-on, his pace frenzied, desperate for his building orgasm. Pre slid down his knuckles, the white cream coating over them, and his cockhead. His hips twitched involuntarily, a small pulse in his stomach before he gushed out on his hands and the bed, the milky climax ran down his hands, cock, and thighs.
Gojo's face flushed with heat watching Geto's climax and he excitedly began to lap up all of his milk.
“Good, that's my boy.” Geto praised, running his fingers through Gojo's white locks.
Geto looked up at you, eyes gleaming with exhilaration and ecstasy— obviously not ready to finish just yet.
—
Behind you was Geto, lining himself up with your throbbing hole, and in front of you was Gojo, legs spread apart and a split hole ready for you.
Your wetness from watching the prior activities, leaked down your inner thighs and smothered you completely. Geto towed his long fingers through your folds, scooping up your sappy arousal and rubbing it over his pulsing tip mixed with his remaining cum.
Geto was precise with his thrust, calculated and international. He rode himself in your warmth, a slow deep push inside of your walls, and steady hands clasped around your hips.
“Fffuck.” You released a shuddering breath, his cock filling out your walls making your cilt pump faster.
Gojo spat on his fingertips and rubbed them over his thumbing hole, coating it for you. You slowly pushed your strap back into him, rolling your hips to gain a steady but merciless pace.
Geto drew his cock back, letting you folds tease him then bucked back into, Geto's impact made you propel harder into Gojo, causing both you to shake and quiver.
“Ahh, yes.” Gojo released a frantic moan from his throat, hands curling the sheets into his fist as he bit hard at his lip.
Geto controlled the whole situation, with each pump he made was one you made into Gojo.
A gentle thrust would gain a lazy:
“Yees, baby,” from both of you.
A hard thrust would gain an:
“Fuck, just like that,” from both of you.
Either way, he had control and he loved it. He rocked his hips back and forth, knocking in and out of you hitting your sweet spot on each thrust. Your walls embraced him tightly and icky and wet ‘plaps’ filled the room, his balls slapped against you leaving your dripping all over him.
You could feel his warm breath grazing your face as he stayed silent, focused on a sharp pace destined to bring your orgasm out of.
Meanwhile, Gojo could barely contain himself between the high of his previous position, watching you both, and his climax still hanging. He could feel the pressure hardening him, it made his back arch up, toes curl, and shaky breaths fall from his lips.
Your clit twitched, aching for stimulation and your pending orgasm. You pulsated around him, clasping tightly while your hips jerked from pleasure, you could feel that hot sensation blooming ready to coat Geto's cock white.
Unable to focus on both of your men at once, Geto gained your attention with his calculated and attentive thrust, which you forgot Gojo was squirming from the build-up and didn't realize it until:
“Oooh, yes!” He exclaimed, steamy cream spraying over your thighs and lower stomach. He huffed and rolled over, panting like an exhausted dog while he struggled down from his high.
Your eyes followed your boyfriend who had given up, then you looked at your other one, who was determined to make you reach your high.
“G-Geto—baby, oooh fuck!” You followed behind Gojo, your heat gushing from you and coating Geto's rod. The high made you squirm, hips pulsating, walls streaming out your release while opening and closing, thighs trembling and soaked, and then finally—the collapse.
You fell forward, the mattress sank and creaked from the impact, you curled into the warmth of your damp sheets, and caught your breath.
The aftermath hung over the room, now quiet with pants and huff. The aftermath was heated and intense till Geto gently draped a blanket over both of your bodies, a gentle act of aftercare and intimacy that calmed the air.
You shivered from the sudden cool air that blew from under the sheet but all was at peace once you felt Geto's arms wrap around you and Gojo's hand caressing your stomach gently.
— cw :: not proofread, porn w/ little plot, dominant! shoko, switch! utahime, bratty sub! reader, use of toys (strap-on and vibrator), penetration (utahime receiving), overstimulation (r! receiving), slight dub-con, mention of a safe-word that isn't used, slight aftercare.
⤷ requested by the loml :: @lilithkleia . <3
"that's it, love," shoko coos sweetly, warm breath fanning over the shell of utahime's ear. her hips smack against the plump curve of her girlfriend's ass as she drills her pink strap in and out of her weeping cunt. "you're taking me so well."
utahime, her back arched and tear-streaked face pressed into a pillow, lets a string of incoherent moans fall from her lips in response to the praise. the sheer force of shoko's seemingly never-ending erratic thrusts cause her pebbled nipples rub continuously against the satin sheets beneath them.
the brunette chuckles quietly, momentarily relishing in iero's debauchery. her brown eyes lazily flick upwards in the direction of you—bare from the waist down and squirming so prettily on a chaise lounge with a vibrator buzzing incessantly against your soaked pussy.
you'd been pestering shoko all day, purposefully pressing buttons and crossing lines you knew would irritate her. some idiotic part of you was desperate for a reaction, but she didn’t crack a singular time.
not while the three of you went out to a café for breakfast, and you kept stealing sips of her coffee, or when you all traversed the nearby mall and teased her in the victoria secret changing rooms by basically feeling her up.
she put up with all of it. and now, you're paying the price for your petty and unnecessary behavior.
"shoko," you hiccup, legs trembling. "i—"
shoko clicks her tounge and lets out a disapproving sigh, effectively cutting off your whiny protest. maintaining eye contact with you, she runs her hands along the curves of utahime's body—a taunt—and slows her thrusts slightly.
"what's the problem, baby?" she inquires, raising a brow. a faux look of disappointment graces her features. "i thought you wanted this."
see, she'd realized on the journey home that all her poor, sweet angel wanted to do was cum, for it'd explain your obnoxious behavior. oh, and she'd let you, of course.
just not in the way you wanted.
the tears accumulating along your lashes suddenly trickled down the slopes of your cheeks—a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, in shoko's eyes—as your hips were unsure of whether to grind or shy away from the vibrator.
utahime lifted up her head and fixated her gaze upon your trembling frame. "sho, i think she's had enough," she murmured softly. "the poor thing's already cum three or four times—ah!"
the words died on her tounge by yet another sharp thrust from shoko. she resumed her previous pace, eyes narrowing. "i don't recall letting you decide, uta," she warned lowly.
utahime's walls clenched around the strap-on, lewd cries leaving her lips. she wasn't stupid to say anything else, for she knew shoko always made sure to act upon her threats. instead, she let her head drop back down onto the pillow, focusing her attention on the pummeling cock rearranging her guts.
by now, you were openly weeping, the steady thrums pushing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. "shoko, please! i can't—ngh—cum anymore!"
"oh, but you can," shoko replies, her tone mocking your pathetic cries. her hands rest upon utahime's hips for leverage to, fucking her body back and forth upon the strap. "until you're ready to apologize, i'm afraid you're out of luck."
your nth orgasm crashes down on you. your vision blurs to a near blinding-white, and your toes curl so hard that you swear they cramp as your juices run down your spasming folds. as your high ebbs, the vibrator still does not. and that is your true undoing.
"i'm sorry!" you sob, the two words slurring together. "i'm sorry for—fuck, ngh—acting l-like a brat earlier today! please—"
that was satisfactory enough, shoko supposed. she reached a hand down to rub quick and tight circles against utahime's clit, catapulting her into a climax, too. her cum coats the strap's length, creating a sheen that glimmered in the low lamplight.
shoko waits a moment for utahime to relax before unsheathing herself from the depths of her sex, quickly making her way over to you. her fingers switch off the drenched toy and unfastens its ties from around your thigh, setting it aside before tenderly cupping your face.
"are you alright?" she asks softly. "i didn't push you too far, did i?"
you lean into her touch, a wobbling smile touching your lips. "i'm alright, love. and no, it wasn't too much. i would've used the safeword if i thought otherwise."
she hums faintly and kisses your forehead. utahime approaches your side with a cloth in her grasp and gently begins to clean you up, mindful of your sex.
"i'll run us a bath," utahime informs you. she tosses the damp rag into the hamper brimming with dirtied clothes, glancing at shoko. "do you want to join us, honey?"
shoko lightly shakes her head, waving off her suggestion. "nah, i'm alright, so you two go ahead and enjoy it. i'll order some takeout after a quick smoke. does that burger joint down the road sound good?"
utahime giggles and pecks your cheeks. "that sounds wonderful."
god, how you loved your girls.
𑣲 a/n :: i lowkey rushed the ending, but i hope you all enjoyed regardless! happy pride month. <3
You are so right. Riding Isagi’s thighs 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
He’d be so into it too
exactly exactly :( just imagining him so sweaty from his last game. his hair curled wetly against his forehead and the fabric of his football kit sticks to his skin. isagi’s fresh off the pitch, barely back to his hotel room before you’re on him, nose tucked into his neck to litter it with love bites and breath in his scent. he’ll be too tired to do anything much — muscles carrying the ache of ninety minutes worth of sprinting, but he still welcomes you into his lap as though he were a throne made of flesh and bones for you. for his princess.
his smirk is dazed, glazing his sweaty face in a syrupy smug expression as the heat of your core presses into the thick muscle. it flexes underneath you, muscle pulled tight against bone which rubs your clit in just the right ways. isagi lets you work and use him as though he’s a toy for your heaven-sent pleasure.
“my girl, look at how you move on me,” his voice sinks to baritone notes, sending a primal shiver up your spine because he’s looking at you like one would their final meal. ocean blue sparkling with something predatory — as though isagi is a blood thirsty creature from the deep. “so fuckin’ pretty when you take what you want. fuck.”
trails of silvering slick drag along the length of his bulging thighs, giving away your little secret, how fucked up watching him play really gets you. yoichi barely flinches when the round edge of your nails breaks skin through his football shirt — crescent moons amongst gold.
“oooh, fuck! fuck yoichi,” you exclaim, maintaining a cute breathlessness that drives him up the wall.
it’s a tune that runs wild through his mind, steers his desires into greedier destinations. a sound that he’s become all too familiar with, searching for it over the phone in different timezones every night. “you like when i talk you through it, huh? whisper filthy shit into your ear, grind my thigh into that cunt.” isagi goads, lips slanting into a lopsided grin pressed into your neck because he leans up to get a taste of you — dragging his tongue over your pulse points and biting down hard in tune with his thigh. which now bounces beneath you.
you’re too hazed and far gone to form proper words, gargling some kind of agreement over the skin slapping between your thighs crudely — juices splattering so high up yoichi’s thigh that it soaks into his silky shorts. carnally, you grind away against him — starry eyed and damp from perspiration, actions fuelled by your possessive hunger for japan’s best striker.
he loves it. you love it. arousal leading you to a trail blaze of victory.
“that’s my girl, don’t stop until you get what you want.” the diamond soccer star moans, lowly, evilly, free hand finding the back of your neck to keep your forehead pressed to his. your mouths fall open in unison, sex crazed hormones fluttering in the breaths exchanged between you both — your hips move across yoichi’s thigh with even more fever, beating clit catching on the edge of his shorts deliciously.
then the whole world stills. you jolt above him three times as your orgasm takes over — cumming for yoichi like you were made to. sharing shaky laughter whilst you leave a sticky stain against his massive thigh.
hello! can i req exes that cant get over eachother with bunny?💗 make him a yearner too..🤭
content + warnings — smau. bunny and reader are exes on good terms/still friends (who lowk still want each other). and beni is reader's pet rabbit. i did this while half asleep so keep that in mind lool.
an — idk if hes yearning to his full potential here tbh...
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✶ stalker!bunny who just happened to see you walking through the tunnel reserved for people with VIPpasses, after an ordinary match. from time to time, the stadium gives fans the chance to talk to players, and clearly, you must have paid a good amount if you were there with your friend. despite being exhausted from the 90-minute match, he couldn’t help but notice the way you talked, moved, simply breathed. it was cute how such a pretty girl had such a major flaw — being a ReAl fan. what amused him the most, though, was how you were looking for sae itoshi in the hallway, hoping to snap a photo with the japanese prodigy who had already left long before. the way you brushed past him, even bumped into him like he was a nobody and not the bunny iglesias? adorable. truly adorable
✶ stalker!bunny who saw you getting lost in the tunnel, with no one around to help you. he decided to approach you, offering his best smile “can i help you, señorita?” he asked kindly, his voice almost like honey. the awkward look on your face as you explained you were looking for sae itoshi was priceless — especially the way you spoke about him as if you knew him personally, rather than him just being your idol. he listened to your words with such care — so sweet and gentle — that he almost felt envy for that prodigy, an emotion he had never experienced before. he wished it were him receiving words spoken with such tenderness and love
✶ stalker!bunny who told you that unfortunately sae was no longer there, but that if you gave him your number, he would surely call you back to give you the japanese player’s autograph. the way your face lit up — practically ecstatic — made him wonder if you’d react the same way with two fingers buried inside you. you were a little unsure, and of course, he noticed. he stepped closer, just enough to make you take a step back, such a simple gesture, and yet for some reason, it suddenly seemed incredible to him “well?” he asked, towering over you and leaving you with little room to escape, even though you were surrounded by dozens of other fans. your slightly hesitant face still ended up giving him your number — practically a sentence for yourself
✶ stalker!bunny who contacted you right away, making up a story that he had spoken to sae on the phone and that you’d be getting your autograph in the next few days. had he actually spoken to sae? of course not — he wouldn’t have, not even in a million years. if before, sae’s mere presence on the field already annoyed him, the thought that someone like him had a fan like you was just one more excuse to ignore him altogether
✶ stalker!bunny who, thanks to his manager, found all the useful information he needed about you. finding it hadn’t been difficult — not when all he had to do was say he needed it because he saw you bothering a player in the locker room. morally wrong, yes, but not worse than his own idea of being the one to bother you instead
✶ stalker!bunny who, by creating fake profiles, had the chance to get a more complete picture of your life. he mentally thanked you a million times for posting all those photos in your ReAl jersey on your profile — otherwise, he never would have been able to masturbate properly. your lips, your hips, your hands on your breasts elegantly covered by that layer of fabric that he could have easily torn off you, everything was perfect to make him go up and down with his hand
✶ stalker!bunny who casually decided that his hands were no longer enough after a week of slow torture, and that somehow, he would have to reach the main source — you
✶ stalker!bunny who let you know that he had finally received the autograph and could give it to you during a meet-up. you replied almost immediately — and of course you did. after all, you were lying on your bed doing absolutely nothing (a small gift from the shop’s security camera across the street, which just so happened to catch a view of your room — a feed he checked every hour). you responded positively, saying that you were free on saturday morning (of course you were — you didn’t work saturdays. courtesy of your company’s schedule, which had just so happened to end up on his desk)
✶ stalker!bunny who, saturday morning, showed up in front of your house an hour earlier than the scheduled time and in an unagreed place. without attract people’s attention, he saw you wake up through the half-open window of your bedroom, which you stupidly didn’t close even when you started to take off your pajamas. if heaven had a shape, it would probably be that of you naked in front of him, so far away but at the same time so close. he had to fight his inner demons not to stick a hand in his pants right in the middle of the road, but the image is imprinted in his mind like a photo
✶ stalker!bunny who followed you when you started walk to the agreed place. several times you turned around a little intimidated, but your gaze was only a satisfactory electric shock for his cock. it amused him to think that, agitated like that, you were actually going to meet your tormentor. a bit like a bunny walking towards the wolf, adorable!
✶ stalker!bunny who changed his way and took off his coat only when you were both close to the agreed place. he welcomed you as a normal man would, worried about seeing an agitated girl who tells him that she had been followed. the way you spoke, so scared and anxious, was a threat to the mask he was wearing — since you were risking making him smile (or giving him an erection) by hearing what had aroused inside you. but don’t worry, now he’s here with you
✶ stalker!bunny who, after half an hour of sweet and comforting words, was finally about to give you the autograph he never actually had. the look of disappointment in your eyes was almost enough to make him cum, but he had to hold back — out of principle, out of respect for the plan he had in mind from the very beginning “im so sorry! i didn’t mean to make you come all this way, and now you have to go back home…” he said, sounding disheartened, even though he knew he was playing his final card. you pressed your lips together, glancing around “umh…” you murmured uncertain, and he knew he’d hit the mark “maybe… you could walk me home? i can repay you however you want. im a bit scared since this morning” you said
✶ stalker!bunny which, of course, he accepted — nodding like any gentleman would when a damsel in distress makes a request. all along the way, he did nothing but casually brush his hands against your shoulder, hips, waist, even ass. your knowing gaze — that, strangely, didn’t tell him to stop — was proof that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only psychopath
✶ stalker!bunny who once in front of your house, he remained still on the door jamb even after the greetings and thanks. seeing him so tenacious for a reason not so clear in your mind, you were practically forced to give in “by any chance... do you want a glass of water?” you asked, innocently
✶ stalker!bunny who the glass of water turned into his dick buried inside your pussy, with the poor glass broken on the ground. your nails stuck in his shoulders were just one of the many things that at the moment screamed at him not to stop, to take what he had dreamed of every night for weeks along with your pleading look, like now. pressed between him and your kitchen counter, so stupidly tight around him, it was the most beautiful show he had ever seen
✶ stalker!bunny who was almost surprised to see you so wasted only thanks to his cock, a tremor of moans always interrupted by other thrusts “who are you asking for help now?” he asks breathlessly, squeezing your thigh to hit thanks to a better angle “don’t worry. im here whore, yeah? this time you don’t know how to push me away, huh?” he asks smirking, but your trembling lips are the confirmation he needed
✶ stalker!bunny think that this show would have been potentially of sae? ni de coña. just only a way to make him sink even deeper, until he feels physically reached the limit
ও sae itoshi x fem!reader ; clearly inspired by the movie "tangled" that is my favorite since i was a baby ᥫ᭡
It wasn’t normal. It absolutely wasn’t normal.
Although the morning had started well, with pleasant sunlight pouring into the room through the large window, you had actually had a night full of nightmares. Not particularly terrible nightmares, things like getting stuck for hours on the hook your mother used to climb up and down the tower, but strange and depressing enough not to let you sleep for even a second.
You thought the sun today would improve your morning at least a little, and if you were lucky enough, your mother would come back with your favorite berries. The sun had actually made you get out of bed with a little more enthusiasm, but paradoxically it had also put you in this abnormal situation.
You had simply wanted to open the tower’s main window to make the room even brighter, however, when you leaned out you clearly saw someone climbing toward you using arrows. You firmly believed he hadn’t seen you leaning out, so focused was he on climbing and not falling, but you?
You had clearly seen him.
And here you were now, holding a frying pan, with a person, actually the first one in your life besides your mother, sitting in front of you, tangled up in your hair. You had never actually seen anyone before, and your mother had always been clear in explaining to you that everyone out there was horrible. This man certainly was too, because what right did he have to enter someone else’s tower? And besides, why would he have that crown in his bag? You knew your mother had all the knowledge in the world in her head, and apparently she was right when she said that people were horrible. Yet, however strange the situation was, everything was now under your control. At least, apparently. Enough for you to breathe a little more calmly.
His hair, unlike yours, was cut short and carefree, a reddish color similar to the one you used to paint the sunrise on the walls. He was clearly a man, physically different from you and your mother, much taller than you had expected from how you had seen him while he was climbing. With your frying pan you had given him a solid blow, and although the concept of death was somewhat foreign to you, for the first few seconds after hitting him you suspected you might have killed him.
Even though you were scared, you checked. He was still clearly breathing, but he hadn’t regained consciousness even after at least half an hour. You sigh, holding the frying pan less tightly in your hands. Everything was under control, even if he regained consciousness, your grip around his body through your hair was far too strong for him to move. You were safe.
At least, that’s what you thought. Suddenly, fear returned to you just in time to see him lift his head and stare at you, frightened. Teal irises were now staring at you, delicate lashes framing the edges of his eyes, which were now intensely scraping at your soul. Something stirs inside you, perhaps from the anxiety of actually meeting new eyes after years and years of absolutely nothing new, or perhaps because there’s something else that you choose to ignore for the moment.
“What…?” the boy whispers, his jaw clenched, probably because of the abrupt awakening or some lingering pain from the earlier blow. Instinctively you point your frying pan at him, taking a step back “Silence!” you shout louder than you actually intended, now gripped by a kind of fear. The boy closes his eyes, trying to move his hands, firmly restrained by your hair. Still somewhat frightened, you watch him struggle in search of freedom, until he finally gives up and looks back into your eyes “Free me” he asks, though to your ears it sounds more like an order. You raise an eyebrow, puzzled “What…?” you ask lowering the pan a little, but he does not relent “I told you to free me” he says, his words laced with an authority he has no right to possess, considering that he is the intruder.
“No…!” you murmur, raising the frying pan again and shocked by his arrogance, which does not waver even after your refusal, in fact, it seems to grow “Who gave you permission to tie me up?” he asks, tilting his head, but you shake yours “And who gave you permission to enter my tower?” you shoot back immediately, though this only seems to irritate him further “That’s what fugitives do” he replies sharply, unable to move but speaking as if he still holds all the authority.
You grow more and more shocked by his behavior, and yet, even though he sounds so arrogant, he doesn’t seem like someone who would physically hurt you. At least not unless he wants another frying pan to his face, a limit you’ve never really set since the moment he entered here. If this boy is a fugitive, what is he running from? And if he is running, that means he comes from outside. He comes from the world hidden beyond these walls that have kept you here for years.
“Where did you put my bag?” he asks, pulling you from your thoughts, and you find yourself shaking your head to clear them away and focus on what’s in front of you “Huh…? Your bag? What do you need it for?” you ask, knowing you placed it just a little behind you. His eyes widen “Give it back. And you should untie me too, thanks” he continues, but it is precisely from his urgency that you realize he truly needs that bag. You take a few steps back, grabbing it without taking your eyes off him. The weight is considerable, and when you dangle it in front of him, something seems to snap inside him. He leans forward, causing the chair to shift slightly. You jump in fright, but from that very gesture, you realize that perhaps you are holding a power even greater than the one your hair already possesses. Your lips part in surprise, then suddenly press together as the thought crosses your mind.
No, that would be too risky. Your mother would come looking for you, and you don’t want to disappoint her or make her angry. However the idea of touching grass, that green expanse that has surrounded you for years, is a desire you have carried within you for as long as you can remember having memories.
How much are you willing to risk to have a crumb of freedom?
You swallow, forcing down a large lump of saliva that holds more worry than liquid. You lower the bag, tying it around your waist, while you don’t dare take your eyes off the boy in front of you, who is now watching you with a certain curiosity “I can give it back to you” you say cautiously, taking a step forward and grabbing a large handful of your hair in your hand, the ones connected to the grip around his neck “But you have to take me with you. From now on” you say, ending up practically in front of him, tilting your face toward his. His eyes lower to look at you from below, until they meet your irises already fixed on him. He clears his throat, showing no sign of discomfort at the closeness, while you’re wondering what on earth you were thinking. Yet, something in the air shifts. You don’t know if it’s the closeness of another person who isn’t your mother, or because you’ve always seen other people’s lips near your cheeks, maybe for a goodnight kiss, but never your own lips. Yet, you feel his breath as if it were your own, and is strange.
“Will you give me back the bag as soon as we get down from this tower?” he asks, and the words brush against your own lips. You shiver, nodding “Only if you let me come with you”
There is silence in the room, soon broken by a sigh. You pull your face back slightly, watching his drop for a few seconds before he lifts it again “We have a deal. But you have to untie me if you want it to happen” he says carefully measuring his words, while inside you an unprecedented surge of adrenaline explodes. Your breath catches in your throat as you let the frying pan fall to the ground and begin to untie him from the mass of hair that has kept him pinned. You are disobeying, yet why does it feel more like a reward than a punishment?
As you remove the last layer of hair, you take a step back, just enough to let him stand up. The boy frees himself from the final strands around his body, and when he finally rises, you realize you hadn’t truly registered the height difference between you. You watch him brush dust from his shoulders, then let his gaze fall back on you “If you need to take anything, do it now. We have to go” he says, heading toward the main window, the same one he came in through earlier. You press your lips together, shaking your head and following him toward the edge of the opening “No. We can go”
You step closer, positioning yourself in front of him so you can tie your hair to the hook that allows your mother to climb up and down whenever she wants. What will she think when she calls for you and you don’t answer? Will she be angry?
You don’t think about it, at least not from the moment his hands wrap around your waist. You look up, embarrassed, while he seems unfazed as he sits you and him on the edge of the window, your legs dangling into the void “I think you need to hold me” he says, while you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as he launches himself into the void. With one hand firmly along your back, leaving you pressed against him, and the other around the mass of your hair, you both plunge into the void. The jump keeps you anchored to him, even if it lasts far less than you had expected. You also expected him to let go, but instead he held you tighter than he normally should have. The sensation of emptiness lasts only a few seconds, abruptly replaced by a landing that almost bounces.
Still held close to him, the hand that had been gripping your hair to lower both of you down, is now behind your knee. You lift your gaze timidly, noticing how the tower is now above you, no longer beneath your feet. Your lips part slightly, revealing an immense expanse of green stretching out before your eyes.
“Your hair might come in handy, now that I think about it” the boy’s voice says, making you lift your gaze toward him, though he still hasn’t let you go. You feel your feet still dangling as his hand shifts from the upper part of your back to the lower one. You shiver, still unaccustomed to the contact, though it hasn’t yet caused you discomfort. You are free after all those wishes, and you are with someone who holds you against him as if you were as precious as your magical long hair.
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