SEXTASY.

Lying is the most fun a girl could have without having to take off her clothes. But it’s better if you do.

It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist having your precious little ego being boosted? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.

All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.

The first man was your law professor; Gojo Satoru. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle at college and back home. Though Professor Gojo was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was rather intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.

“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin this pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”

You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way; to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.

Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure and your reputation. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor Nanami Kento, was also enticed by you.

It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Nanami’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook and bake well. Nanami’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.

“Mm… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”

Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d give him a blowjob to relieve his stress. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over, holding your leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Gojo wasn’t available, Professor Nanami it is.

A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Geto Suguru, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be more than just a fling.

You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Geto offered more than just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to spend the nights in his luxurious penthouse whenever you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for half of your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.

And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he loved with you. He mentioned to you eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down… the more you spend time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.

Sex with Professor Geto was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Gojo and Professor Nanami, Professor Geto was the man you’d see every weekend.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me make love with you, sweetheart. Let me taste your pussy again later.”

All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Gojo would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Nanami would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Geto would be the whole weekend and student holidays. It was all going according to plan throughout the semesters.

But it wasn’t until a staff meeting with these three took place. When Nanami found a video of you and Geto, things escalated heavily…

You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.

You see Professor Geto laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Gojo leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Nanami who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.

“You came,” you heard Geto speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?

You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.

“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Geto’s classroom until Nanami stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.

“You sure about that?” Nanami rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Geto spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face the shame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.

But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?

“Who told you to leave?” The dark-haired professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”

Professor Gojo stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Suguru. She never listens until she gets what she wants.”

Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Nanami’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

“You didn’t think we’d find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” the blond man muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”

“Our backs,” Professor Gojo corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”

You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, playing victim in order to set things your way and save yourself. Save what you had with them so you could continue getting what you wanted. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.

“. . . What? Use you for sex?” you protested with feigned perplexity to Gojo, slipping yourself from Nanami’s grip. “You’re the nicest professors I’ve known and I’d never treat you that way. I wouldn’t treat any of you like that! I’m your top favorite students, how could you say something so awful about me like that?”

“Enough with that bullshit, Y/N. There’s video evidence of you and Geto having sex together. What do you have to say about that, hm?” Nanami says coldly.

There was a pause. In that moment, there was no way for you to victimize yourself out of this and escape the Hell you created. You imagined the video playing on Geto’s phone, feeling your stomach sink. You admitted the tragic defeat deep down, shattering your heart that you nearly teared up. It even felt so humiliating all of this had to end up this way. The rewards, the satisfaction, the excitement of three men whipped for you regardless— all of it crumbled down on you now that the truth is out.

“You wanna know what you really are?” Professor Geto suddenly spoke impassively. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”

“A manipulative, spoiled, bitch that’s only good for sex,” Gojo chided. “I bet that’s what you thought of us as this whole time. Just your little boy toys good for sex.”

Professor Geto clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done. Lying and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”

You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. This doesn’t mean you look weak before them. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save you. Not the relationships at all— just you and your reputation. You knew the men long enougha and assessed their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension in the classroom between one another, rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Geto kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Nanami right next to you.

Your expression turned nonchalant, completely tossing away your innocent, fragile façade and narrowing your eyes at the three gentlemen. If you could poke on Geto’s soft spot for you, maybe the attention could divert from you to the others in jealousy. He was in love. He would do anything for you. You can see the man so deeply hurt inside it seemed pathetic. At such vulnerability, it would be fun to trivialize all of their feelings. Make this about them, not you. Shift the blame on them as a taboo for having sex with a college student, and not on you for being a “whore” as they say.

“Fine,” you spoke impassively. “I admit that was our video, sure. Feel whatever you wanna feel about me. But overreacting and going out y’alls way to expose me? After what I’ve done to keep all of you gentlemen happy?”

Completely neglect how upset they are. Only you should be the upset one.

Your gaze suddenly settles softly into Geto’s eyes like you were hypnotizing him. “If we’re talking about lying, you can’t deny that you wanted what we had to be more than just a fling. And now you’re gonna shame me in front of your friends? I don’t think you should feel that way after you told me you loved me, Suguru.”

There was a pause. Professor Geto felt his heart stutter when you sauntered to him with doe eyes and a coy façade. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. He hated the way you’re playing coy. He hated how you left him ashamed. He hated that he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked in front of him it pissed him off.

“You— you said you love her?” Gojo suddenly sputtered as he glared at Geto, repulsed.

“Such bullshit,” Nanami interrupted bitterly. “When we found that video, all of us started putting the pieces together. It really ruined my fucking day that a student I have a personal relationship with is also having… other personal relationships with my coworkers. Making her feel good every other day when it should only be me.”

“Oh, really now?” The frost-haired professor retorted in defense. “You’re fucking the same girl as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”

“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Nanami hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”

“So do you, Kento. You’re nothing special to her either and we just argued about this before she came. Now, Suguru. You better not fucking tell me you’re in love with this student right now.”

“No, she— she’s right…” Geto mumbled, his mind overstimulated between anger and infatuation.“I’ve had a special connection with her outside of school. We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”

“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Nanami. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”

“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you back anyways?” Gojo gibed.

The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Gojo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.

“Guys, guys…” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought y’all were all good friends, why argue? There are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”

After the room fell silent, Gojo gave a look that read, you thinking what I’m thinking? Nanami and Geto glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Gojo can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your skin sending a gut feeling in his stomach.

Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. They were whipped for you, regardless. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.

“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “It’s better to take your frustrations out on me like you guys always do. You can do whatever you want.”

Professor Gojo slanted his head, glancing at Nanami and Geto, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”

“Whatever. You. Want.”

Professor Geto cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “We’ll make a deal. If you don’t want us to expose you and ruin your reputation here, you better show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”

“You truly are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Nanami, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.

This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.

In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nanami sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”

You can feel Gojo’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Nanami’s cock as he fingered you while Geto jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about— to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.

“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Gojo held your chin when Nanami slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.

“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Geto ordered as his cock was already coated with precum rubbed on your face.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Gojo’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Geto grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.

“Get her on the desk,” said Nanami.

The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Geto ripping open your top from his impatience and Gojo shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.

“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Geto teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.

“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Gojo spanks your ass from beneath. “We know, baby, we know. Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Suguru and Kento see how well you take me.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.

Gojo held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Gojo forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Geto dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Nanami stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.

“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Geto as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in my fucking pussy. Take everything.”

Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Gojo’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different positions.

Soon you were bent over the desk, Nanami fucking you while you sucked off Gojo. Then you were on top of Geto on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Gojo and Nanami. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.

You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”

And just like that you were left alone in the classroom with your body laid on the desk; draped in their cum.

“how are you feeling, love?”

his delicate touch and the warmth of his hand sent a blossoming sensation within your body. you couldn’t help but smile, the glimmer in your eyes rapturing your husband. “a little better,” you mutter weakly, sighing deeply. “i never thought you’d see me like this…”

“in sickness and in health, remember?” he reassures, his thumb caressing your hand. “now, are you feeling hungry? i came home early to make you soup. just wanted to make sure my pretty wife gets taken care of.”

“i love you,” you murmured fondly. “thank you so much.”

“i love you, too... god, i want to kiss you right now. i couldn’t go on my day not kissing you at all this morning.”

as much as you tried to protest because you didn’t want to get him sick, your loving husband did not care. contagious or not, if he gets to spend more time with you and not have to go to work for being sick, he’d allow it. your husband would wrap the blankets around you as you stood up to walk to the dining table for the soup he prepared. he’d make sure you were still staying hydrated with water and your favorite energy drinks. and after you took the medicine he bought, you were feeling slightly better. your skin wasn’t as hot and your body temperature had decreased, but you were still groggy. you wanted to stay on the couch, but nanami insisted on cuddling with you. he still wanted to hold his endearing wife in his arms; it was a routine every time he comes home. he’d still feel devoted to hold you and feel your body on his, sick or not.

his excuse was that if you had just gotten sick in the morning, eventually he’d have to be as well since you two live together— and if you were both sick, he’d have to cuddle with you. you tried to protest once again because you genuinely didn’t want him to suffer any symptoms, but he kept insisting that he didn’t care. he’d let you sit on his lap and lay on his chest, his slick hands roaming about your warm body as he kisses you softly. he wouldn’t be so aggressive because of your fatigue, but with his burning rapacity and his desire to please you, it was difficult to take his hands off of you.

nanami, who had your body writhing in heat and your hips gyrating from the way he toys with your cunt and fingers you so good. you both sat by the fireplace in the living room, the passion between you two mystified into the air. you loved the way his fingers felt inside you; throwing your head back on his shoulder in pleasure and your moans becoming more urgent with each thrust, that such intense orgasms were enough to make the blood rush in your veins and release endorphins, improving your mood and soothing the fatigue from your fever. oh how you both loved each other so deeply, that for every moment he spends with you, it was pure bliss to him.

“the fuck were you thinking? you know my boss almost saw your pictures, right? and if i had to get up from my desk, that fucker could’ve seen what you do to me. you know how humiliating that could’ve been for me?”

the way toji slightly raised his voice at you sent a shiver down your spine. you could feel the outer edges of your motionless body tensing up with fear and this painful amount of culpability. not even over petty arguments in the past had this man so angry until now. you could feel yourself choking and aching with guilt, your nose flaring immensely it was almost hard to breathe. as if you were going to cry. but if you did cry, it would make you look like a victim. toji could’ve gotten fired and it all could’ve been because of you. you should’ve thought twice or at least resist those temptations before sending…

“i— i’m so sorry, toji,” you lamented. “i didn’t mean to humiliate you at work like that. i was just…”

“you were just what, hm?” his voice lowered to an ominous tone when he stepped closer to you. “trying to get a rise out of me when i’m working? distracting me like some desperate slut wanting my attention?”

you didn’t respond at all. instead you faltered your gaze down at the bedroom floor, ashamed to look into his eyes. after a long silence with the uncomfortable tension still lingering in the air, toji inched closer and held your face, craning your neck up to see the long face you were giving him.

“you expected me to come home all worked up for you so i could take you on right here. ain’t that what you wanted this whole time from me?”

you still didn’t reply with anything and toji sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “you almost got me in trouble today, sweetheart. i take my job seriously and you know that. but you still wanted to tease me at work. that’s just fuckin’ unforgivable of you to embarrass me like that.”

“but… that’s not what i was trying to do,” you consoled, placing your hand above his and slanting your head into his palm.

“aww. you think you’re so fuckin’ cute innocently sending those pics and thinkin’ there won’t be some consequences. i’ll make you fucking regret that.”

your heart raced erratically from the baritone in toji’s voice. although you secretly loved him speaking this way in your ear, it would be better if he was dirty talking. but instead he was furious and a little unhinged that it scared you shitless.

“strip for me then get on the fuckin’ bed. face down. ass up.”

you didn’t dare disobey since you didn’t want to frustrate him more. after slipping off your clothes and climbing on top of the bed in the desired position, you watch as he unbottons off his dress shirt and positions himself behind you to eat your pussy while slapping your ass so harshly, emitting whines and screams out of you. toji kept sucking and devouring your aching cunt like a greedy man with restless hunger. you can hear him humming in amusement while doing so. although you were in need of this the whole day, the man goes insane whenever he has the chance to eat your pussy. with all that frustration and anger pent up, your thighs kept shuddering from the immense pleasure you were getting off of. he kept squeezing and slapping your ass so rough it felt like your skin was burning. all while ruining you to a shattering, creamy orgasm all over his mouth.

but just when you thought everything was fine after you came, toji was still frustrated. greedy, even. “where do you think you’re going? i didn’t fuckin’ say i was done with you. stay with your ass in the air for me like a good girl.”

your sweet arousal from before now became terse since you were suddenly frightened at toji’s ultimatum. although you didn’t deny it felt like ecstasy with him sliding his fat cock inside you just as always, him immediately fucking you rough like how a hound takes a bitch made you tear up. he was still furious, grunting and subtly growling while roughly smacking his hips on your ass. the way he’s pounding himself inside you had you biting onto the pillow and rolling your eyes back until that gut feeling in your stomach hit you. it felt good but at the same time it didn’t…

“fuck. please, toji! i— i can’t take it!” you whined out loud, contorting your face on the pillow.

“what was that?” toji huffed out. “you can’t take it? aw, baby. you can take more than this.”

he continued pounding inside you that your head started feeling cloudy. more tears welled in your eyes and stained the pillowcases along with your drool that he noticed, hefting a chuckle.

“see? you like takin’ my fat cock the way you like it. your pussy was made for it. got you crying and screaming from how good i make you feel.”

you were in such distress that you started to not feel the pleasurable sensation anymore. instead, you lingered on the overwhelming fear and anticipation taking over. how fucking terrified you were of toji, a much bigger and stronger man, breaking you this way because of how angry you made him today. slamming himself into you as a punishment for distracting him at work. he even took his work tie and wrapped it around your head to blindfold you, embraced by nothing except the dark. a frightening void that made you physically shiver. at this point, you felt insufferable.

“toji, it’s— it’s scary when i— i can’t see you…”

toji grunted, slowing his pace down so he wouldn’t finish too quickly. “aww. you’re scared because you can’t see my face? you think it’s scary that i’m like some wild fuckin’ demon slamming my cock inside you? well it’s supposed to be scary.”

all of a sudden your body fell numb, left with only tears and miserable sobs that toji took as sobs of pleasure. and this all happened because of you and your neediness. you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong, but at the same time you should’ve thought twice before disturbing toji while working. there was so much guilt weighing down on you it left you helpless.

“toji, i’m so sorry… please— please stop…”

the man slowed down again, this time releasing the hard pressure of his hand pinning your head down and leaning forward to mutter in your ear. “you’re sorry, huh? aw, sorry ain’t getting you nowhere right now. i’m not gonna fuckin’ stop ‘till i make sure you learn your damn lesson.”

you tried so hard mentally sheltering yourself. you can feel the tie, the pillowcase, and your cheeks stained in watery blots of your helpless tears. it felt as if you were stranded alone and taunted by unnecessary, insecure thoughts deteriorating your wellbeing. you tried so hard keeping yourself together to pleasure your husband in an angry state you’ve never seen before, begging forgiveness and sympathizing with him, but you were reduced to numbness. it felt as if the world around you was blurred including the sex. you suddenly resorted to something you never in a million years would ever do; the safeword.

“ramen,” you weakly uttered, collapsing your whole body and curling up like a ball while sobbing. toji immediately stopped after he processed what you just said, noticing your distress his heart entirely ached seeing you like this.

“oh, fuck. hey, hey, hey— it’s alright, baby. it’s okay,” he murmured fondly, rushing over to hover above you and check if you were hurt. he swiftly removes the tie and gently holds your face, grazing his thumb on your cheeks. your eyes were still closed and your face was contorted from your internal agony.

“i’m sorry,” you whimpered again, followed by toji shushing you.

“no, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he quickly reassured, softly kissing your face and caressing you. “it’s me that should be saying sorry, baby. i didn’t realize…”

you slowly opened your eyes at him, your vision blurred from the tears still welling. “i didn’t mean to…”

“no, no, no. i’m glad you used the safeword. i would never, never want to hurt you. i care a lot about you and i want you to feel safe… you mean so much to me.”

toji presses soft kisses over your face and you couldn’t stop crying and sniffling. “my poor baby,” he consoled sweetly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “got too intense for you, huh? it’s okay, love. you’re gonna be okay with me.”

“i thought you were mad at me…”

“no, baby… i’m not mad at you. i never was. i got a little carried away, that’s all.”

toji kisses you a couple times more on your face, then on your lips. you find yourself smiling weakly and feeling some kind of warmth in your heart seeing this side of toji once again. after kissing a couple more times for reassurance and comfort, you watch as toji lays right next to you, pulling the covers over you and bringing you closer to lay on his chest. you felt a sudden wash of relief after the tension had finally died down.

“…i’m sorry if i was being too mean back there,” toji mutters while caressing your skin. “i never had a problem with you sending photos to me while i’m working. it’s not your fault, i promise. i was just frustrated.”

you sniffled. “what got you frustrated?”

“my boss. he got mad that i was on my phone. really, i was just staring at your cute ass all over my screen.”

you lightly chuckled. “you actually liked the pics?”

“oh, baby. i loved them all,” toji beamed, kissing the top of your head. “it was unexpected of you, but that’s what turned me the fuck on more… i couldn’t wait to discipline you at home, but i didn’t mean for it to get that bad.”

after hearing his words of reassurance, you started tearing up again, which he immediately noticed. “don’t cry, baby. i love you so much. you’re perfect.”

for awhile you laid on his chest, taking in his addicting cologne as he has you in his arms. you love the way he holds you like this especially after sex. you feel much safer and protected from any negative thoughts and embraced his warmth. you felt like falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. hearing him also mumble words of affirmation and never taking his hands off to caress you. he was always this gentle with you it made your heart throb. he wants to make sure you feel safe again and you love him for that. and cuddling like this always ends with a nap and starts with something much more intimate…

the next few hours, toji woke up to the feeling of your warmth coursing through his body it intensified. your ass pressed against his dick it grew hard again for you. waking up and kissing him from behind felt like heaven on earth. it was the very moment the rush consumes you and energy pulls light out of everything around. such love is full of excitement and desire, released to fill each other with happiness. you loved the passion flowing and every expression of toji’s love for you. you’re enamored, you’re downing in every crazy feeling this man makes you feel ‘till you go fervent. this was love-making, this was what you’ve been craving the entire night…

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S&H CITY FRIDAYS🩸horrorland’s most iconic, number one parkland is back! the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy known as the devil’s playground, beholding true sex and terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 ❞ starring CHOSO KAMO (jjk)

for your psychological evaluation, please answer true or false: “i feel like evil spirits possess me at times.”

⚠︎ TW: psychological horror, incubus/succubus possession, noncon warning jic, exorcism, religious themes, betrayal, hardcore demon sex, satanism, masochism, inspired by Nosferatu (2024)

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟑𝐑𝐃: ❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ❞ starring GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU (jjk)

never go alone to Horrorland, or you might just end up being the perfect prey for our naughty scare actors…

⚠︎ CW: fear play, semi-public sex, threesome (mmf), spitroasting, dumbification, degradation, mask kink, slight stalking, chase scene, slight exhibitionism, petnames, squirting, weapon play (knife + chainsaw)

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CARNALVANIA SATURDAYS 🏰 a hellish and rotten kingdom built on violent, lethal desire for power, corruption, and rumors of an ancient race. would you venture a realm where three distinct affairs collide into a carnal nightmare…?

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐉’𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring TOJI FUSHIGURO (jjk)

while seeking solitude from your royal ball, you’re suddenly interrogated by a mysterious, yet alluring assassin…

⚠︎ TW: medieval fantasy au, assassin!toji, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, interrogation, dubcon/coercion, knife play, fear play, murder threats, semi-public sex, degradation/praise, stalking mentions.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟕𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐓. 𝐈𝐈 ❞ starring LEON KENNEDY (re9)

the sweet prince that’s been turned by your own doing shows his filthiest image of ruin to his own subjects…

⚠︎ CW: gothic royalty au, vampire!leon, vampire!reader, msub/fdom, forced voyeurism/exhibitionism, noncon warning, seduction, hypnosis, corruption, poisoning, bloody sex, chain bondage.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞ starring HIROMI HIGURUMA (jjk)

chained together in an unholy, hateful marriage, who conquers who on their very own wedding bed…?

⚠︎ CW: regency fantasy au, enemies to lovers, duke!higuruma, duchess!reader, arranged marriage, hate sex during wedding night, eventual soft sex, court politics, slight impact play, degradation, breeding.

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‎ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: ‎ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ ‎ ‎ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: dark content, horror/thriller themes, murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, betrayal, plot twist, inspired by The Blair Witch Project (1999).

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

Oh shit.

Every fiber of your being fell frozen, overtaken by panic staggering in your ribs it felt like you were suffocating. There was something bone-chilling about the way Gojo started walking towards your car— you weren’t prepared for this moment at all. Everything happened in a blink of an eye and you couldn’t register what was going on at this very moment.

When he stood in front of the passenger window, he bends down slightly to look inside, and right there you can see that same genuine smile he had for you this morning, stretching across his face when he sees you. You had no choice but to open your window.

“Hey, um. Sorry for surprising you so late,” he chuckled nervously. “I saw your car passing by from my window and I was hoping to see you before you drove home. Been thinking about you since this morning.”

You blinked rapidly, taken aback by his words and his strange nervous demeanor. “Wait— you saw my car passing by from your window?”

“Uh, yeah. Who doesn’t recognize their next door neighbor’s car?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if this was a very normal thing to say.

You drew your eyebrows together in bewilderment, still unable to process what the fuck is happening right now. Gojo’s expression was softened, relaxed; a smile so unscathed like he was raptured in Heavenly bliss by the sight of you. And the way his pupils dilated wider than a chasm the more he stared at you— you’ve never seen him look at you like this before, but he looked at you as if you robbed him of control, robbed him of speech. As if you alone expelled all the air from his lungs that he couldn’t breathe, either…

“You— you also said you’ve been thinking about me…?”

Gojo folds his arms and rests his elbows on the frame of the passenger window. “Yeah. I mean, uh— Since this morning. After our coffee date— I mean— after we got coffee together and sat down and talked.”

Did he just say it was a coffee date?

“Oh.” Your gaze drifts warily to the bag from the crystal shop, the opened One Wish Willow box peaking out. “Gojo… Are you okay…?”

“Yeah. Why would I not be?” he scoffs again. “I mean— are you okay?”

Even though you were paralyzed with confusion and had no idea why your neighbor was acting so strange, so erratic, you felt uneasy about this happening late at night. Your house was right there, literally right in front of you, wanting nothing more than to get home safely and call it a night.

“Yeah, I’m— I’m okay. I was just on my way home, so—”

“No, no, I meant— are you okay being home alone for tonight?”

The question hangs heavy in the air like an endless tempest of complete bewilderment, obfuscating your mind as if you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. The street was still dead silent around you with the humid breeze stirring the trees overhead. All your focus was on Gojo and his demeanor as if he was genuinely concerned. Not flirtatious or teasing, but as if the idea of you being alone was enough to bother him.

You take one last glance at the broken halves of the willow twig. There was no way in Hell that this One Wish Willow toy had anything to do with Gojo randomly approaching you. It was only a collectible, a toy, a cheap novelty charm that has no way for making your wish come true, but yet—

You couldn’t help but love the way his eyes never left your face.

The way his attention was entirely fixed on you. That look on his face that makes your body awaken with desire, a hunger than you couldn’t satiate for the longest, a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by anybody else, not even by your handsome Tinder hookup from last night. And sure, you may have been conflicted from Gojo suddenly making a move tonight out of all days, but that selfish, greedy part of you absolutely loved it.

“…I’ve never really minded being alone, you know,” you bantered, hiding your smirk.

“Yeah, but… I didn’t know you at all before today. It makes me think what kind of neighbor am I not going out of my way to get to know you. And now that I finally got to, I can’t stand the thought of you being by yourself,” he suddenly consoled. “Please. It’s up to you if you wanna come over or I come over to your place. Either way is fine by me.”

Gojo was practically begging for your company, the same way you’ve been begging for him to notice you ever since he moved in. The irony was delicious; a few hours ago you would’ve killed for this opportunity, but now that it’s finally happening, you ignore that sinking feeling in your gut and only embrace how badly you’ve been wanting him to want you.

“Okay. We can head over to my place then,” you obliged.

The moment you let Gojo Satoru step into your home, you find him standing entirely still while taking in the house with quiet fascination. With your stomach swirling and churning, you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t even believe this was happening right now— everything that has led up to this point was still too much to register. Yes, you’ve imagined this countless times. You’ve wanted this, you wished for this; your hot next door neighbor standing inside your own home for the first time, crossing the threshold you’ve spent months wishing he would…

In every fantasy, you basked in the thought of him finally entering your world and seeing who you really are. But now that it was really happening, you find yourself highly strung. You couldn’t pinpoint it; the way his gaze fixated on everything you own, from the portraits hung on your wall to the books on your shelves and all your knick knacks, you felt this peculiar sensation that you couldn’t pinpoint. Perhaps it was because of that secret, shameful part of you that dreamed of this all along. You couldn’t even explain why the feeling thrilled you as much as it frightened you.

To Gojo, it wasn’t the expensive furniture or the fancy decor that you arranged in your own home that he noticed. This was a very cozy suburban home definitely built for a family of four or five, but it’s only ever held one single person. And although you have stable income, a good career, and you’re an independent woman that enjoys the peace and quiet, there was absolutely nothing tragic about your lifestyle— it was just something about the absence of another person that made him ache.

“…You have a beautiful home,” he beamed. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Thank you. I worked really hard for it.”

“I can tell.” As he was roaming around your living room, his attention drifted to a book resting on top of your coffee table, frowning when he analyzed the cover. “Poetry?”

“Oh, um… Yeah. That’s a gift from my friend,” you lied, your heart suddenly stammering if he were to see what kind of poems were on that book. “I only skimmed through a few pages. The poems on there are kinda, um…”

“Oh. No need to get embarrassed,” he chuckled softly. “It’s beautiful, you know.”

“You— you think so?”

The corner of Gojo’s lips slowly curled to a smile when his gaze drifted back onto your face. He looked oddly adorable, yet a little uncanny, as if he was stuck in a trance just having the privilege to admire your existence.

“Yeah. Everything about you is beautiful,” he mutters sweetly, sauntering closer to you. “You’re beautiful.”

Your breath got caught in your throat from the way he stood so close to you. That compliment alone was everything you wanted to hear from him, and hearing it at least two times today was enough to fawn over. But then that uneasy gut feeling contorted in your stomach again, a mix of danger and excitement unwavering within your psyche.

“…Are you sure that you’re okay, Gojo?”

He blinks rapidly, then lets out a small, incredulous scoff. “Of course I’m okay— why, am I acting weird? Is it too much?”

You hesitated for a moment. “No. Sorry, it’s just— You seemed really intense all of a sudden it caught me off guard.”

“Oh…” His eyes began to pool with dismay as if he was hit with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to. I’m just trying to tell you how I felt. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, no. I just—“

In a blink of an eye, Gojo’s erratic behavior happened right before you again like a snap, instantly switching up from shame to a dismissive snort. He shook his head with a quiet, contempt scoff as if he was trying to laugh if off.

“I’m not acting weird am I? I’m not— wait, what the fuck?”

In that fleeting moment of him snapping like that, leaving you in perturbation, you halted when the words got caught in his own throat. Paralyzing, raw confusion overtook his face just like that. For just a brief moment you see something shifted behind his eyes, as if they were unfocused, distant, sharpened; unable to orient himself as they dart around the room so frantically like he didn’t recognize where he was standing at.

“Gojo, what the fuck—“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Gojo suddenly chuckled it almost startled you, as if the confusion instantly drained from his face so fast you were unable to grasp anything that just happened. His affectionate smile came back again, immediately hiding any sign of confusion while laughing sheepishly under his breath. “Woah, I’m— I’m sorry. Maybe I am acting… weird…”

You couldn’t do anything but mirror his laugh out of nervousness, out of pure shock and bewilderment. For one impossible, intoxicating moment, you finally have your own moment with the hot boy next door you’ve been obsessing over. But now you’re deeply unsettled from him acting so imperceptible and unpredictable that you’ve never thought he’d act this way, especially from how different his demeanor was at the cafe. All you could think about is what the actual fuck is going on right now?

“Okay. Honestly you’re kinda freaking me out right now,” you coaxed, taking a step back. “I know we only met today but I didn’t think you’d be like this, or— I’ve never seen you act like this before. Are you, uh— have you been drinking tonight by any chance?”

His expression fell apprehensively again. “Mm… Maybe,” he fretted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I might be pretty fucked up…”

“Hey. It’s okay,” you reassured while caressing the side of his arm. “Maybe we should just call it a night. I appreciate you coming over, but I’ll be okay alone tonight. You should go and get some rest. We can always pick this up tomorrow.”

You feel your own ribs tighten when he suddenly places his hand warm over yours. “The thing is… I don’t know if I can be alone tonight.”

Once again, you were robbed of speech. “Why…?”

“…Ever since the divorce. I’ve been so lonely.”

Your heart sank down to your stomach when you heard the waver in his voice. After everything that happened tonight, him being this vulnerable and saying how lonely he was this whole time was all it took for your brain to piece everything together. You’ve spent months creating this toxic fantasy, a version of himself in your eyes; calling him a debauched, shameless whore and envying every stranger who got to be where you never were. It never crossed your mind how lonely it must feel for him in his own house and in a new neighborhood. And it was already heart-wrenching enough telling him straight to his face that he was freaking you out.

“Oh… Shit, I’m so sorry, Gojo,” you murmured softly, wrapping your arms around him. “I didn’t mean to say you were actually freaking me out… It must be hard for you right now.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled weakly. “You know, things happen. And I just want to forget about it.”

But right there and then, that greedy, selfish part of you cascades your mind again when you glance down your hallway. You hated yourself a little bit just thinking about, that sense of empathy inside of you corrupting.

Out of all those people he probably saved on his phone, he came all this way to me. I don’t want him to leave just yet.

You wanted this.

He’s vulnerable and alone and hurt. I shouldn’t take advantage of him, that’s fucked up. He can take care of himself he’s a grown man.

But you fucking wanted this.

This will be your only chance with him. Take it or leave it.

“You could stay here if you want,” you suddenly blurted out, as if the words slipped out of your lips before you could stop them.

After leading him down the hall and opening the door, you flick the lights on for the cozy guest bedroom, letting Gojo walk in and look around. “Nobody’s been here since last Summer so everything’s pretty much clean,” you say. “There’s also pajama sets in the wardrobe and you get your own personal bathroom.”

You seem him suddenly inhaling deeply and letting out a soft sigh. “Smells just like you,” he beamed.

Your eyebrows twitched to a frown. “Really? I’ve never slept in this room before.”

“Well, everything in this house smells like you. I like it.”

You had no idea if you should feel flattered or weirded out, but you decided to just brush it off. As the silence stretched between you two, it was already late and your body was ready to call it a night. “Well, uh… Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

The shadows of the guest room softened from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow while the rest of the lights in your home were all turned off. After Gojo freshened himself up and changed into comfortable sleepwear from the wardrobe, he was already settled onto the guest bed but unable to fall asleep.

After you had finished your nightly bedroom routine, you head downstairs to check up on him once more. “Hey. I’ll be going to bed now. Goodnight, Gojo.”

“Wait.”

You halted right before you could hold the knob to close the door, your heart starting to pound rapidly again from anticipation. “…Yes?”

“Can you sleep here with me…?”

The way he gently murmured to you, so timid but at the same time hinting of desperation. Yearning, that’s what it felt like, and the air around you two was haunted with it. An uncontrollable eruption detonated in your chest, seethed in your gut. After every single incomprehensible thing that happened the moment Gojo walked in your home, your intoxicating hunger for him still remained. Insensate with longing, imprisoned by a degrading devotion.

Without uttering a single word and still quivering with anticipation, you sauntered towards the bed. You can hear his heavy and deliberate breathing, your chest cinching tight, unable to fathom snuggling underneath the same blanket or sitting on the same bed as him. You tried your best to relax but the goosebumps kept seeping into your skin— it didn’t help seeing Gojo suddenly strip his shirt off so suddenly, either. This white-hot sensation that made your body grow hotter ignited like a fire, threatening to combust right there.

His body. His body was the most ethereal, sublime body you’ve ever laid your eyes on the very moment you saw him naked from your bedroom window. Seeing it up close, you soaked in the sight of his toned chest and biceps, his skin contrasting with the honey-colored lighting from the lamp. How you were writhing to run your fingers down his abs like a canvas, to finally admire him like he truly belonged to you.

“…I’m sorry that I was never there for you, Y/N,” he murmurs again, this time inching his hand closer to yours on the bed.

You let out a chuckle. “Hey. That’s way past us now, it’s okay.”

No words. No words at all except that silent, violent desire clawing inside you from his lurid gaze, those icy blue eyes piercing through the dark that you never got to see up close until tonight. It felt as if you were surrendering to it, as if he was hypnotizing you, burning every molecule of desire in your body from the way he looked at you and subtly grazed his fingers against yours.

“I wasted all those months after moving here… when I could’ve been with the pretty girl next door this whole time,” he professed ardently, as if he spoke right into your soul.

Gojo draws his head closer, his lips inching ever so slowly towards yours, invading your space and stealing the air you breathe. You find yourself inching closer towards him too, those sweet, saccharine lips you’ve been dreaming of finally pressed against yours. This tingling, blossoming sensation was something you’ve never felt in your life that it made your own blood freeze, rendered docile to how tantalizing his lips felt on yours for the very first time.

You were enthralled, exhilarated, and ecstatic all at once. Your hands slither up his chest to his neck, feeling him deepen the kiss. This was everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve ever desired, manifested, fantasized, or dreamed of. To finally caress his body, to finally savor his sweet kisses, you were raptured in a complete bliss; finally letting go of that unbearable gut from earlier that you couldn’t wait to—

“What the fuck? What the FUCK?!”

“Oh my God!” you sputtered in alarm, backing up into the headboard with a loud thump while Gojo lurched backward so violently that he tumbled off the bed. But right there, for a very fleeting moment before he fell backwards, you saw it again in his eyes, widened in horror and raw with confusion.

You scrambled to the edge of the mattress. “What the Hell was that, Gojo?! Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he suddenly perturbed, hastily standing up from the floor. That confusion that paralyzed him once again instantly dissolved away again. “I don’t know what that was, I— I think I had a panic attack. I’m so sorry!”

“Gojo... Look, I know you’re going through a tough time right now and you said you’ve been drinking, but these panic attacks that you’re having right now are concerning,” you lamented, extending your hand out for him to sit beside you on the edge of the mattress. “I don’t even know what happened. What made you… react like that?”

He sighed deeply, gently squeezing your hand. “…I think I’m just tired and hungover,” he utters weakly. “You don’t have to sleep here with me if you don’t want to… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to freak you out again.”

“You’re not freaking me out,” you assured sweetly, once again sweeping your gut feeling and your bewilderment under the rug just to maintain this moment with him. “How about I stay with you right here until you fall asleep? After that, I’ll go to sleep in my room. We’ll pretend that it didn’t happen.”

Gojo nodded meekly, then stared down at his lap in dismay. “I’m so sorry that I ruined our first kiss together.”

It took only ten minutes for him to fall asleep beside you, snuggled underneath the same covers again. You just laid there staring at the ceiling, your eyes feeling heavy while your mind kept replaying everything that just happened. How Gojo just saw you from outside his own window, how he ended up coming over for the first time and staying the night.

These sudden moments where Gojo’s emotional instability comes out lasting less than a heartbeat… Was he always this erratic? Is this how he really is at home where you can’t see? Was him bringing all those people into his bedroom and having a ridiculous amount of sex his unhealthy way to cope with the divorce? Does he even drink alcohol like that?

…Was the divorce really that bad for him?

You don’t want to shame Gojo nor take advantage of him, even though deep down you were so ready right there and then for him, letting him make the first move in taking off his shirt and kissing you. Sure, his sudden emotional whiplash might’ve killed the mood, but there was nothing else you could do except comfort him after all he’s been through.

With Gojo in a state of serenity, you give one last look at him sleeping so soundly, then slipped out of the bed quietly. But right before you could even make it to your stairs down the hall, another thought came across you; one of those late night thoughts that piques you with curiosity, making you want to Google something only to end up down a rabbit hole online. You decided to head to your office adjacent to the guest room and flipped open your laptop.

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✦ One Wish Willow | Buy Now!  https://www.onewishwillow.com  Grants one wish. No Multiple Attempts. Using additional One Wish WillowsTM will not change or affect your wishes. Only one wish per life per person.

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You clicked on a random Reddit page, scrolling through threads, comments, and replies about using a One Wish Willow, including photos of that same prism-shaped box. Some of the top comments claimed they don’t work, saying it’s nothing but a stupid novelty toy while some swear that they do work, only to find deleted replies underneath a creepy archived forum from 2008 and locked threads.

It was just too exhausting for this; urban legends about the novelty charm and people trying to make sense of coincidences. You closed your laptop off and sighed deeply, ready to call it a night and go to bed like you were supposed to hours ago. With the house completely silent and Gojo asleep, you headed down the hall towards the stairs.

“What were you doing?”

Your body jolted from hearing Gojo’s soft voice reverberating down your hall, suddenly frazzled with panic and fear that your heart felt as if it slammed into your throat. You slowly turn around, seeing him still in the guest bed through the door frame, but holding strong eye contact with you.

The way he stared at you was the most uncanny thing you’ve ever seen in your life that your chest fell numb in horror. His icy blue eyes piercing right through you again, as if his pupils suddenly had no natural dilation, not contracting naturally with light. Struck with silence, your chest thrummed loudly while the nerves of your body failed to oblige. It was unsettling; straddled between the precipice of safety and danger, where your brain toiled with fear struggled to respond.

“Sorry, I was… checking an order on Amazon… It was supposed to be an overnight delivery but… it got delayed,” you lied, unable to move your own body at all.

“Oh… Were you also heading to bed?”

“Y— yeah. Like I said earlier, remember…?”

“Oh… Yeah, I remember…” The tone in Gojo’s voice was melancholic and wistful as if he was hesitant on what to say or what not to say. “…Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re tired and I’ve asked a lot from you tonight, but I don’t know why I can’t go back to sleep.”

“Gojo. You don’t have to apologize, okay? It’s alright.”

He reaches over to turn the bedside lamp back on. “I know, but I just don’t want to make it sound like I’m taking advantage of you, which I’m not,” he affirmed. “I just— I seriously can’t be alone right now. Please, if you could sleep with me. I promise I won’t scare you again. I’ll even keep the lamp on and I won’t touch you at all. I promise.”

Was Gojo ever this… clingy? Now I really want to know what happened that caused his divorce.

Even though every instinct of yours screamed for you to go upstairs and just go the fuck to sleep, you really can’t resist this man. Your hot next door neighbor that you’ve been obsessing over, begging for your company again, yearning for you to sleep beside him, as if he couldn’t breathe when you are not near him... Suddenly you remembered why you fell for him so badly just by watching him through your bedroom windows; how sick and twisted he makes you, how he awakens your primal desires, how badly you’ve craved him to crave you. No matter how many mantras of apologies he bursts out, Gojo Satoru alone was your definition of desire, and you’d follow him to the ends of time just to have many more moments like this with him again.

You’re underneath the same covers again, laying beside each other with the luminous moonlight peeking through the curtains. Limbs interlocked carelessly with the sheets and the blanket sprawled all over the bed. Your breathing synchronized with his. His body warmth filled most of the space in this bed. You were finally, finally able to close your eyes and drift to sleep, finally letting go of everything from tonight.

“… I like when you watch me, Y/N ...”

“… I've always liked it when you watched me from your window ...” 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, repost elsewhere, or use my work for ai training purposes. this is not proofread, so forgive me for any grammatical errors!

Friday nights, you see Gojo Satoru bring a different girl home and fuck her on his very bed. Saturday mornings, you hated her for waking up where you belonged.

Your new next door neighbor was nothing but a debauched, filthy whore cycling through any random woman he finds; sometimes even men. Bringing them over to his house on the weekends just to hook up with them for the night. It didn’t help that Gojo’s blinds were rarely closed all the way, seeing right into his bedroom, where you can see everything he does.

You’ve seen him naked before. You’ve came across him masturbating before. It was disgusting, not being able to relax in your own room without the view of your own window being taken over by Gojo’s degenerate and perverted behavior and routine. Seeing him plowing the back of someone else, pinning their head down on his mattress or eating a girl out out until her legs start shaking and her fists ball his bedsheets.

However, your disgust never stopped you from watching.

And it was a shame that it was never you that got to experience how filthy and freaky Gojo Satoru truly was.

All you get were small interactions on your driveway, like waving to each other when you go out at the same time. He’s never had a formal conversation with you or invites you over. Never exchanged contacts yet. But yet, he's the only man that's making you muffle your moans and whines out of shame in your own home. Playing with yourself, getting off to that filthy sight across your window... no man has ever had you become this pathetic and you secretly loved it as if he's given you all the power to ruin yourself. That once he lays a finger on you, once you finally become seen by him, you want him to make it hurt real good for you.

He was the bane of your existence but also the object of your unholy desires. God, how you wanted him in a vicious, untamable way, how you craved for him in the dark where he cannot see. Because that’s all you could do, even though you were closer to him than anybody else could be, you feel so far away, hidden in your wild fantasies until you feel your ribs ache from how much you desired him to see you so badly. You wanted to, you wanted to. More than anything else in the entire world.

To be the one caressing every single inch of his beautiful body.

To be the one savoring his sweet and hot kisses.

To be the one pinned between him and his king-sized mattress.

To be the one to scream and moan his name over and over.

To be the one submitting yourself wholly to him.

To orgasm on his mouth, his fingers, his cock, his thighs when he tells you to.

To be put in your place, to be owned by him, to let him use all your holes and treat you like his own personal cocksleeve until you’re a shattering mess, until you can’t think for yourself anymore, where the only sensation that fulfills you is his cock ramming into all of your soppy holes and spilling his hot cum into your womb.

But this forbidden and disgusting desire, this dark obsession for him— you knew it was all unhealthy. As if your obsession for him had you on this permanent threshold of an imaginary heaven, suspended in a state of perfect anticipation. This unbearable itch to have him, to touch him, smell him, or just be around him was enough to make you scream in your own pillow at night.

It was pure and utter Hell, desiring someone so bad, knowing you can’t have them at all.

You wouldn’t go out of your way to make Gojo truly yours. He wasn’t some prize to be won or a possession to be claimed, he was his own person. Probably not going out of his way to pursue a relationship. Hell, you don’t even know if he’s truly single. You would never want to take his freedom away or strip his own autonomy, even though you wish that he’d freely hand it to you one day.

But it was just so hot and fun seeing your attractive next door neighbor getting it on… nothing wrong with that at all, right?

It wasn’t until a few months later you find yourself creating a Tinder profile.

There was this handsome man you matched with on Tinder named Nanami Kento. Five year age gap, strong jaw, hazel eyes, blond hair, looking for something meaningful. He looked so sharp and manly and handsomely delicate. Definitely someone that knew where his life was headed, someone who wouldn’t spend every weekend chasing after temporary distractions. Someone who could fulfill that ache in your core and fuck you so stupid and dumb until you forget about that degenerate, filthy man next door.

“Shouldn’t we close the blinds?” Nanami mutters in your ear, the husk in his attractive, sultry voice sending a shiver down your spine.

During your romantic Tinder date at a luxurious restaurant Nanami took you to, you just couldn’t help but tease him, hinting how badly you wanted him and couldn’t wait to take things to your bedroom. What also surprised you was the way Nanami was flirting right back at you, never taking your interest for granted. He was confident, smooth, and respectful— never aggressive or pushy. His effortless seduction and charm was enough to make you flustered under your own skin, especially when he knows how badly you wanted it and how badly he wanted to give it to you.

“My windows are tinted, baby. Nobody’s gonna see,” you say, quickly glancing at your window to see if Gojo was in his bedroom, but his lights were off. That fucking bastard.

As Nanami slipped off your dress and admired the way your bra looked so good on you, you couldn’t help but glare at your window as he was kissing your neck and your chest. Letting out soft moans and shuddering from the sensation, you knew that just because his lights were off doesn’t mean he wasn’t home. His car is still on his driveway, probably doing God knows what in his own house. But you still wanted to throw a show. You wanted to show Gojo Satoru what he does to you, how sick and filthy and disgusting he makes you.

He is the reason why you spread your legs for a random Tinder date.

He is the reason why you’re on your knees getting your throat fucked so hard.

He is the reason why your legs quiver and shake from your pussy getting fingered and eaten out.

The reason why you’re utterly losing yourself from getting pounded so hard, being tossed and flipped in numerous positions until you’ve reached multiple orgasms, until you’re crying two octaves higher, until you’re completely spent, until your whole bedroom is a mess.

“Fuck me against the window, Nanami,” you pleaded.

“On the window? You really wanna show your neighbors how much of a slut you are, huh?”

He loved the way you were taking him so well; eyes vacant, jaw slackened, your tits pressing against the cool surface of your window. Your pussy was shamelessly pulsing on his cock, your arousal gushing all over him— but your arousal only stemmed from the thought of Gojo possibly watching you in the dark corners of his room, fantasizing of him fisting his cock to you getting fucked even if you still couldn’t see him. But that didn’t stop you from acting like an exhibitionist whore that craved for his attention so badly, pretending to moan and scream while he’s thrusting behind you while your eyes never left his window.

When you wake up the next morning, your whole bedroom was a mess. Clothes astray on the floor, your makeup vanity unorganized, some of your stuff scattered around, and your bedsheets all coming undone. When you turn over to your nightstand to check the time on your phone, you see that your favorite crystal figurine you’ve been keeping for years as a collectible was shattered on the floor.

Nanami stirred in his sleep, wanting to spoon you again until he wakes up to you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Oh. Good morning,” he grunted, softly caressing your back. “Are you okay?”

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you chuckled. “I was just checking the time and I didn’t realize how carried away we both got. My whole room is a mess right now. There’s glass on the floor, too.”

He sat beside you on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Where did you get it from? I can buy another one for you.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” you insisted to the sweet man. “It’s not your fault. But thank you for offering, Nanami.”

You didn’t expect for him to stay the morning after, passionately kissing you while the bright rays from your window was settling over your skins. You didn’t even expect for a man like him, your first ever Tinder date, to offer to buy you a replacement for some figurine that got knocked over from him fucking you so good all over your room.

After Nanami left, you headed down to the local coffee shop across your neighborhood that you would pass by on the weekends. After ordering your usual, a sheer moment of panic takes over your body, rendering you motionless in the middle of the cafe just seeing Gojo Satoru standing in line.

You couldn’t move an inch. You wanted to pass by him unnoticed and sit down by the window, but it was already too late when his icy blue eyes caught glimpse of you, a small smile stretching across his face.

“Hey, neighbor. What did you order? It looks good.”

This was the first time you saw him, really saw him in your field of view— his skin radiating from the sun beaming through the windows, his smile so bright and genuine, his unbearably attractive self. You almost stammered on your own words and your heart couldn’t stop racing like wildfire. However, you managed to collect yourself and mirrored his smile instead, telling him what you usually order at the cafe.

“…Maybe I’ll give it a try. I’ve been wanting to go here for awhile and now I finally got to try this place out,” Gojo beamed. “Where do you usually sit, by the way? Do you mind if I come sit with you?”

And suddenly that piercing, aching sensation of desiring him so badly flitted around the atmosphere like carnivorous butterflies, unable to form a coherent thought from your mind racing erratically. “Yeah, um— I don’t mind at all,” you chuckled nervously. “I’ll be sitting by the window over there.”

Once Gojo ordered the same drink you got and sat in front of you, you looked at him as if he was the most sublime creature you’ve ever seen in your life you almost couldn’t breathe. His eyes were just so striking and vibrant in the sunlight. His messy white strands had this warm cream-colored glow under the sun. As the two of you were talking about yourselves, you couldn’t help but study his prominent features up close that you were so aching to caress, to touch, to feel.

“So, uh— how long have you lived in the neighborhood?” he asks.

“I’ve been here for about four years now. I moved when I finally finished school,” you replied, his eyes softening everytime he listens to you speak. “I know it’s not that long, but I see myself still living in the same house until I get older. I don’t live far from work, which is a good thing, too.”

“Ah, I see. You know, your house is really big and nice. You sure you live alone? No roommates or pets? Spouse’s? Family?”

You softly chuckled. “No, I live all alone. It is a big house, but hey— it’s all to myself.”

“Huh.” Gojo leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “I wonder how a beautiful woman like you is still single.”

His words hit you so suddenly that for a fleeting moment, the synapses of your brain fall frozen. People call women beautiful all the time, but yet, hearing it from him felt entirely different, especially the way he said it so casually. His blue eyes held yours across the table as he was waiting for your answer, his soft and genuine smile making your stomach churn.

Is it finally time?

Is this actually leading somewhere?

“I just… haven’t found the right guy for me yet,” you admitted, your gaze drifting towards the window. “I am looking for a long term relationship, though. Someone to settle down with. Get married and grow old in the house together.”

Gojo’s saccharine lips stretch to a smile, the way he looked at you causing your heart to flutter. “Aw. Well, speaking of long term— I just got out of one. I think I mentioned earlier when I moved here, I needed a change of scenery. I forgot to mention that I’m newly divorced and I’ve been spending time healing and working on myself.”

Working on himself?

By bringing random hookups into his house and fucking them all over the bedroom?

“Oh. I’m very sorry to hear about your divorce, Gojo,” you consoled, reaching for your drink just to have your hand near his over the table. For some reason when he mentioned getting recently divorced, your heart raced from this sudden rush of excitement. Your opportunity was sitting right in front of you and you were desperate to clutch onto it before it was too late.

“It’s okay. You know, things happen,” he shrugged, taking his hand that was beside yours to grab his drink. “But that’s also why… I’m not really looking for anything at the moment.”

The moment he gulped down his drink, time suddenly came to a full stop all around you. Your own heart dropped to your stomach that you almost felt sick from your breakfast. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump from such unimaginable, staggering rage lighting a fire within you. Jealousy. Betrayal. Disappointment. Disbelief. Confusion.

How fucking foolish.

“Oh. I mean, uh— it is a bit too soon to be looking for a relationship right after a divorce, so that’s reasonable,” you fretted. “I do hope you find the right person for you.”

Gojo gave a small smile this time, sitting up from his seat. “I hope the same for you as well. And it was nice to finally meet you. Hopefully I can run into you again on your driveway and we can always plan something.”

After your encounter at the coffee shop, you couldn’t stop thinking all day about how much his words stung you, worse than any rejection out there and it wasn’t even a rejection. You clenched your jaw in aggravation as you kept replaying the conversation in your head— even though you spent several months of secretly watching him from a distance that it ruined you, at least you managed to sit across from him so painfully normal and have a normal conversation. But still; you knew you had no right to be disappointed. Gojo didn’t flirt nor promise anything. In fact, he was just being honest. Kind, even. But yet, this gut-wrenching feeling of humiliation wouldn’t go away.

By nightfall, you made it to The Green Man; the crystal shop in town that you haven’t stopped by for months. Everything was rearranged, new, and renovated. Your eyes wander around the crystals, rocks, herbs, spell candles, psychic readings, oils, books and other spiritual items until you finally find the collectible you were looking for, tucked in the bottom display shelf that you had to squat down for.

When you got up with the box, something else from the shelves beside you caught your eye. A small cardboard stand with a retro red and cream-colored design, tiny sparkles scattered across the packaging, and the words curved across the display. Organized neatly in the cardboard stand were these triangular prism-shaped boxes, the bright red graphics wrapped around the cream colored box, curving over the angled surfaces in cheerful swirls.

𝓞𝓝𝓔 𝓦𝓘𝓢𝓗 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓞𝓦

𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓩𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓕𝓡𝓘𝓔𝓝𝓓𝓢

𝓞𝓝𝓛𝓨 $6.99

𝓖𝓔𝓣 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡𝓢 𝓣𝓞𝓓𝓐𝓨!

Out of curiosity, you take one of the boxes, its pointed ridge pressed lightly against your fingertips while the overhead lighting reflected across the glossy cardboard. Nothing about it looked magical. Nothing about it looked dangerous. It was nothing but a cheap novelty toy or charm, another possible collectible you can display somewhere in your house until it collects dust.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛, it reads.

After checking out from the store and taking a bit longer than you expected, your interaction with Gojo this morning still replayed in your head as you drove home. That fleeting feeling of ecstasy, that beautiful moment he noticed you first at the cafe, turning into nothing but dismay upon realizing you were never going to be his first choice. The letdown gripped your stomach, allowing it to devour your entire body and soul.

I wonder how a beautiful woman like you is still single.

Your jaw clenched tighter. Gojo Satoru was like a drug, your high, your fixation. He was the only man woven into your brain coursing straight through your veins, and you just wanted more of him, more of him and not anyone else— for this unquenched thirst and unrelenting hunger made you just debauched as he is.

If only you could’ve said something to make your interest for him obvious. Something that would’ve made him look at you differently, literally anything to make him choose you. Anything to make him love you more than anything in the fucking world.

As you drove through your neighborhood, you find yourself easing off the gas when you passed by his house. The streets were quiet. Warm yellow light glowed from his windows. You see his car sitting on the driveway as well as his porch lights on. Gojo was obviously home, doing his own thing as usual late at night when you weren’t watching.

You find it so absurd— degrading, even, how easily your attention always returns to this man. You hate this feeling. You hate how much you hunger for him. You can’t help but savor the violence of wanting what corrodes you entirely. After months of imagining what it would feel like if he noticed you the way you noticed him, you were nothing more than just the sweet girl next door who secretly masturbates to him and forces down your dark obsession until it chokes you…

The rays from the streetlights gleamed onto the One Wish Willow box that was peaking through your shopping bag. You felt this strange and foreign magnetic feeling towards it, just like what you experienced seeing the display for the first time. You reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the box, your thumb brushing across the cardboard surface.

ONE WISH WILLOW

REMOVE FROM THE BOX AND JUST MAKE A WISH!

SPARK THE MIDDLE AND BREAK IT IN HALF.

You opened the box, suddenly flinching when a loud jingle started playing. Inside rested a small, fragile willow twig. As you held it between your hands, it felt almost ridiculous, thinking that this cheap novelty charm was going to actually work. Your car was idling with nobody around, the neighborhood silent while the stars above were sloshing behind moldy gray clouds. You take one more glance at his house again and sighed deeply.

“I wish for Gojo Satoru to love me more than anyone in the entire world.”

Crack.

The branch snapped easily between your hands, echoing inside your car and leaving you in dreadful silence. You scoffed, tossing the broken pieces back into the bag and ready to drive back home, which was literally right there.

But it wasn’t until you turned your head back to Gojo’s house.

Your heart thumped in your chest when you noticed him standing right on his porch, the lighting barely illuminating him. You instantly recognize his broad shoulders, his figure, his disheveled hair. He just stood there perfectly still like a dark shape carved from the night itself; one hand hanging loosely at his side while the other in his pocket, his head tilted ever so slightly at your direction. Your body seized like a deer trapped in headlights, refusing to move an inch in your seat or start the car as he was watching you. The intensity of it sent a cold shiver down your spine, your mind screaming for you to drive off, but also to stay back…

Because for the first time, Gojo Satoru was finally looking at you the way you’ve always looked at him.