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𝜗℘ ◡◡ ❤︎ 𝒔𝒖𝒎 . when you're woken up in the dead of night by someone breaking into your apartment, you're scared and confused. when it turns out to be your tipsy boyfriend desperate to see you, you're left struggling to hold yourself back...
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The sounds of something knocking into furniture and miscellaneous items clattering to the floor wakes you from your sleep. Immediately you’re on edge, thoughts racing with your anxiety. Deciding to probably be a little irresponsible and carefully crawling from bed. Eyes scanning your room to find the nearest item to use as a weapon.
Unfortunately, it’s not that threatening to hold up a small, metal water bottle but it’s the only thing you had that could pack somewhat of a punch. With your weapon in hand, you’re cautiously emerging from your room. Trying your best to avoid the floorboards that creak the most as you sneak through your own home.
When you reach the hallway by your front door, you spot a large shadowy figure. It’s menacing and scary and maybe in your panicked state, you’re haphazardly throwing the water bottle at it.
The intruder cries out, “Ouch! That hurt, sweetheart.”
You’re physically relaxing, able to recognise that whingey tone of voice with your eyes closed. Which they practically are, heading over to the light switch and flicking it on to see your idiot boyfriend, Gojo Satoru. He’s hopping around on one leg, holding the shin of the other one with both hands. Apparently, not very coordinated tonight though because he’s falling over into the wall.
“What are you doing?!” Exasperated by him already.
Clumsily, he points back at you. Voice accusatory, “What are you doing?” About to answer when he continues, “Throwing water bottles– that thing was heavy! You could’ve killed me.”
“I threw one water bottle—”
“—One too many!”
“And– don’t cut me off– and you’re the one breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night! I thought you were an intruder here to kill me or something.”
“I could never kill you,” he pouts. Finally getting himself back upright and limping over to you.
You watch him struggle his way over. “What are you doing here, Satoru?”
“I missed you really bad, sweetie.” His large hand caressing your cheek, it’s cold from the outside air. “Wanted to see you or I was gonna die.”
He’s being extra dramatic, clumsy… annoying. “Are you drunk?”
“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Just tipsy.”
“There is no tipsy with you.” Eyes rolling at him, he’s a huge lightweight. It doesn’t matter how much he had; he can’t handle it.
Fingers pinching your cheek. “It wasn’t my fault.” Those same fingers trail to your ear, tickling against it. “Suguru and Shoko said it’d be funnnn.”
You swat at his hand playing with your ear. “And was it fun?”
“Nooo.” Hand now taking yours and interlocking your fingers together. “I missed you the whole time.”
He’s tipping forward and you can’t tell if that’s from the alcohol or his love of your personal space. Bumping foreheads because he’s now leaned all the way in, his eyes barely staying open.
“So… you missed me so much, you broke into my apartment?”
“I didn’t break anything…” he pauses in consideration, “okay so maybe I broke some things, but I didn’t break in. You gave me a key.”
You can only sigh at him because you did give him a key, but you never expected him to use it in the middle of the night while drunk and scare you half to death.
Gojo’s lips slot over yours while you’re in thought, his hands grabbing at either side your face as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue licking at your lower lip and begging for you to let him in. The force of it and the unexpectedness leaves you dizzy, brain taking a second to catch up.
Once you do, you’re threading your hand into his hair and tugging him back by it. “Satoru—”
“—Lemme kiss you some more,” he whines. “I want you so bad, sweetheart.”
“You shouldn’t have gotten drunk then.”
“Don’t punish me.” Hands pulling you in closer to him. “Just one more kiss, one more, please.”
And his begging eyes and pathetic voice has a firm hold of your heart, caving to him too easily. “One kiss. And then I’m going back to sleep.”
“Deal.” He replies quickly.
Swiftly kissing you again after that, lips desperately moving against yours. His tongue filling your mouth and licking against you. Moans are tumbling from him as he immensely enjoys getting what he wanted. Hands deftly and boldly exploring you, groping at your hips before rounding to your ass and coping a feel.
You gasp against him and pull back, lips connected by a string of spit that snaps when you talk. “That’s enough.”
“No, it’s not.” He lowers himself to nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. “I want more.” Kissing along your collar bone, taking advantage of his position.
Ignoring the shiver that runs through you to retort, “Then you’ll have to wait until you’re sober.”
“That’s not fair.” He sulks.
“I think it’s plenty fair, considering you broke into my home and scared me half to death.”
“I did that with love.”
“And I’m doing this with love too.”
Huffing against you. “No, you’re doing this with evil in your heart.”
“Keep complaining and I won’t let you sleep here tonight.”
He nibbles on your collar bone at your threat but relents. “Fine.”
You pat his head lovingly and joke, “Good boy.”
“Don’t talk like that, baby.” He groans, “I’ll get hard.”
Comment going untouched, you reply, “Go have a shower, I’m going back to bed.”
“You just want me naked.”
“No, I don’t want your gross clothes in my bed.” Poking his chest. “Shower.”
“I’ll put on your pyjamas then.” He takes your hand in his and walks off towards your bedroom. “Maybe the ones that are all sheer and revealing… I like those ones.”
Satoru’s still unsteady on his feet, almost falling over again. His hand reaches up and steadies himself on the wall. The hold he has on your hand pulls you towards him, your side knocking into his. You’re stretching your own hand out to also help steady him, his coordination is severely stunted. You can’t quite tell if he’s playing it up or not though, lazy smile spread across his lips.
His eyes flick to yours. “I don’t think I can shower alone, sweetie.”
So, he’s definitely playing it up. “I think you’ll be fine.”
“What if I slip and hit my head?”
Sighing at him and his manipulation. You’re apparently a sucker though because you’re saying, “Okay fine, I’ll watch you shower but I’m not getting in.” You’ve already showered tonight.
“…Pervert.”
“Shut up.”
He declares a little louder now, “Lead me to the shower, my little pudding cup.”
The nickname makes you smile, a little silly but completely endearing to you. “You know the way.”
“I need your help.” Hanging off you. “I’m hopeless without you.”
“Stupid.”
“Stupid in love.” He clarifies, “with you.”
You can feel your cheeks heat up. “Just start walking.”
The pair of you shuffle to your bathroom where you leave him for just a moment. Needing to dip into your bedroom to grab some spare clothes. You’d cleared out a drawer for him not that long ago. Mostly because he’d whined that he didn’t have one, a complaint he’d made while rooting through your underwear drawer.
When you walk back into the bathroom, Satoru’s behaving like you were gone forever when it was barely a minute. “There you are!” Tone sulky. “You can’t leave me alone like that, I missed you.”
“I was getting you some clothes to change into.” Placing said clothes down on the countertop.
“I don’t need those.” Squinting at the shirt and sweats like they’ve offended him. “I’ll just sleep naked, tucked in against you.”
Despite him being a little annoying, you’re cheerily saying, “You’ll be wearing the clothes, Satoru.”
“No fun…” he grumbles, “You’re no fun.”
Passing by him, you lean into the shower and turn it on. Letting the hot water heat up, watching it swirl down the drain while you wait for it. As soon as there’s a slight warmth to it, you say to Satoru, “Start getting undressed.”
Without missing a beat. “I need help.”
You have a few options here, and arguing with him feels like it would take too long. “Arms up.” Your hand making an upward motion with your words.
He does it immediately, completely pleased with himself. Your fingers tickle against his sides as you slide his shirt upwards, he shudders at your touch. Biting into his lip as he watches you closely. Then he tips down, aiding you in undressing his top half. Aware that he’s a bit too tall to just expect you to effortlessly take it off.
Once it’s off his body, you throw it into the hamper and turn around to check on the water. Steam rising at the heat. As you’re leaning in to turn on the cold water, Gojo is grabbing your hips and pressing himself to you.
“You sure you don’t want to join me?”
“I’m sure.”
Huffing at that but pulling back so you can finish adjusting the temperature. He’s cute, and incredibly tempting. He can’t keep clinging to you because otherwise you’ll cave to him. His flirtation always gets to you and tonight he’s laying it on extra thick.
When you spin back to him, he’s waiting patiently for your attention. Grinning big at you. “Need your help with my pants, baby.”
Of course he does. You do your best not to react about it, knowing that’s exactly what he wants from you. Wordlessly reaching for him, lithe fingers slipping the button free. Then, your brain tells you to look up at him through your lashes. Dragging the zipper down slowly while holding eye contact.
Satoru can barely contain himself, expression melting for you, his dick twitching in his pants. “So cruel…” Taking your head in his hands so he can press hot kisses to your lips.
You shut him down, retreating backwards. Smile tugging at your mouth and gripping his pants to shuck them sharply half-way down his thighs. “Just take your pants off properly and get in the shower, Satoru.”
His tongue clicks at you in his disappointment, grumbling to himself about how cruel you are while removing his pants on his own. Boxer briefs last to come off, seemingly pleased with himself and his dick. Fully erect from all his flirting and few kisses, having worked himself up to the point of aching arousal.
Shaking your head at him. “You truly are a hopeless case.”
“I’m your hopeless case.” Talking as he walks behind the glass of your shower.
You snicker and hoist yourself up onto the countertop across from the shower. Watching him stand under the water. “Be that as it may, you’re in for it in the morning, Satoru.”
Gojo’s using his hands to push his hair out of his face, giving you a small moment to let your eyes rake over his body. Enjoying the view of him on full display, his cock bobbing under its own weight. His head tips back and the water trails down his chin, his chest… lower.
Now you’re the one working yourself up, quickly looking away when his head is back upright. A knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I look forward to seeing what that entails, sweetheart.”
“It will entail a long lecture on why you shouldn’t break into my home so late at night.”
“I’ll listen to you talk about anything you want.” He’s pouring your nice body wash onto the extra loofah you keep here for him.
“Hey! Use the other stuff,” pointing at him hastily, “the guy stuff you use.”
“Get in here and make me.” Sticking his tongue out at you, already beginning to scrub his body.
You’re whinging a little, “I bought that stuff specifically for you.”
“I know and you’re so sweet, baby.” His broad chest is covered in soap suds and you’re fighting the urge to get in with him. “But I wanna smell like you.”
And he was calling you a pervert earlier? “Whatever.” Pointedly paying no mind to how your tummy flips at what he’s said.
Choosing to drag your eyes away from his tempting form and looking down to the tiles, finding interest in the mundane instead of your very hot, still slightly tipsy boyfriend. You could probably afford to scrub the grout in here, maybe during your next cleaning spree you’ll do that.
The sound of a soft moan has your head flipping up quickly. His hand is gripping his cock, coated in your body wash. Hand gently stroking his length, his eyes watching you closely. You can’t believe his audacity, touching himself in front of you.
“Are you serious?”
“Couldn’t help it.” He huffs, “Everything smells like you, and you’re right there and I can’t touch you.”
Gojo tried so hard to focus on the shower, he swears. But the signature scent of your body wash he loves so much and your pretty form sat in front of him is so distracting. Especially since you’re doing your best to ignore how naked he is and how much he wants you… it turned him on too much and he was already horny!
You’re looking away from him and he’s whining, “Noo, please watch.” His hand slows down, waiting for you to look again. “Feels better when– hff– when you look at me.”
“Satoru,” you say it far too softly to be any kind of scolding.
“Fuck– mmh.” He’s shuddering at the sound of your voice, eventually huffing out a reply, “Yes, sweetie?”
Glimpsing back at him is a poor choice, pausing to stare as your face heats up in embarrassment and arousal. Gojo doesn’t feel a lick of embarrassment though, hand speeding back up now that you’re watching him. His panted moans echoing off the tiled walls in the bathroom. His thumb swiping over the tip of his leaking cock, his thighs twitching with how sensitive he is.
It’s agony, watching him touch himself. Skin all flushed a pretty pink, the veins in his shaft pulsing. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of it all, pussy throbbing hot in your panties. You can’t stay here, you’re barely holding onto your sanity.
Jumping off the counter and calling back as you walk out the room, “You can finish by yourself.” Not meaning for the double entendre but still able to appreciate it.
“Don’t be like that.” His voice fades out as you close the door.
You’re scuttling back to your bedroom and tucking yourself under the covers as soon as you leave Satoru. Heart hammering in your chest, your hand trailing down your body to press against your core. The pressure offering such little relief, feeling more like you’re teasing yourself.
There’s a fleeting moment where you consider touching yourself, but you hold back. Choosing to ignore it instead and rolling onto your side, pretending to fall asleep in the hopes that you will. It takes considerable will power to keep yourself from rubbing your thighs together. And he’d called you evil? He’s the evil one.
You’re still awake when Gojo enters the room, carrying the distinct smell of your body wash along with him. He’s crawling into your bed and tucking himself in right behind you, his body pressed to you as he makes himself comfortable.
The hand he has on your hip feels heavier than usual, such an innocuous touch working you up. His legs tangle with yours as he properly snuggles into you. Words low as he says, “I know you’re still awake.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“Ouch.” He snickers.
“You’re so annoying.”
“I know that.”
“And you’re a pervert,” you say while glaring at the wall.
Satoru nearly moans. “Keep going.”
“Oh my god.” Turning around as best you can, it helps that he loosens his hold on you to let you spin. “You’re seriously getting off on being called an annoying pervert?”
“I’ll get off on anything as long as you’re involved.” Shameless grin spread across his face.
Your eyes roll at him, you can’t believe you love him. “Just go to bed.”
“But I’m sober now.”
“Nice try.”
He sighs, disappointed that didn’t work before leaning down. Kissing you all hot and heavy, his lips lingering over yours as he huffs, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid in the morning.”
You cover up the mewl you want to let out with a light laugh. “That’s if you’re not hungover.”
It takes considerable effort on both your parts, but you do eventually get to sleep. After the weight of your arousal finally started lifting, you were able to enjoy sleeping in Satoru’s arms. It feels nice to have him here beside you at night, makes you feel safe. Even though the only person who’s breaking into your home is him.
The sleep you got was pleasant but almost as soon as you’re squinting awake, Gojo’s peaking over to look at you. Barely roused from your slumber and he’s all in your business, your hand reaches up and pushes back at his face.
“What are you doing.” Speech coming a bit slurred.
He talks from behind your hand, not moving himself back much at all. “I was checking to see if you’re awake.”
“Barely.”
Satoru’s grabbing your wrist, moving your palm to his lips so he can press kisses to it. “Good morning.”
You make a noncommittal sound back, still sleepy. “Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t.” dragging your hand downwards, resting it over his erection.
For a moment, you don’t even register exactly what it is you’re touching. Not until your fingers wrap around him and he twitches. You’re waking up a little more at that, eyes lowering to where you’re gripping him.
When you look back up to him, he smiles. “I’m sober now.”
“Still an annoying pervert though.”
“That wasn’t because of the alcohol.”
He’s dropping over you, lips immediately seeking yours out. Tongue sliding into your mouth, kiss deep and imploring. Completely greedy with you, desperately sucking on you. Big hands greedy too. Groping at you and squishing the fat of your thigh. Sliding up higher to grab at your hips, sides, tits. Anywhere he can touch, he’s touching.
Kissing you until you’re moaning into his mouth and then he’s happy, pulling back and resting on his knees between your legs. Your legs that he’s spread open so he can fit between them. Stroking up and down your inner thighs, enjoying how you jump slightly at his touch.
“Always so sensitive,” he hums. “Bet it was real hard for you last night.” His fingers sneak through the leg of your shorts, tickling against your panty line. Almost pulling them up enough to slip under before moving back. “You were probably all horny, soaking your panties and you still went to bed without touching me.”
He’s frustrating you and he’s doing it on purpose. Frowning at him as you reply, “So, you’re gonna torture me for not taking advantage of you?”
“Do me a favour next time, sweetie,” eye on yours intense, “and just take advantage of me.”
“But—”
Words forgotten as he finally slips under your panties and slides his digit inside your tight heat. Using his free hand to hook into the gusset of your shorts and underwear, pulling them to the side. Giving himself a full view of your pussy swallowing down his finger. He’s biting into his lower lip at the view, his dick jerking in his pants as he slowly withdraws just to fuck back inside.
Your slick is coating his digit lewdly, his heart’s hammering in his chest at finally getting to touch you. Last night a memory of torturous arousal for him, the sight of you all twitchy and horny for him and saying no because he’d had a few drinks. You’re too cute, so sweet and respectful.
“You heard me, right?” His finger crooks up, stroking against your walls deliciously. “Next time just do whatever you want to me.” He feels your walls flutter and he grins about it.
“Next– hff– next time—” Your brows are drawn up in pleasure; it makes it hard to frown at him with any impact. “Don’t show up drunk.”
“I was tipsy,” he corrects, like it matters, “and be honest, you thought I was cute.”
You shake your head at him, too preoccupied with how his finger pulls back and fucks in another alongside it. Walls shuddering around him as he keeps his pace consistent, so close to cumming already. Pussy a wet mess of your slick, dripping into his palm.
“You thought I was cute, all clingy and missing you.”
“You’re always– hng– always like that.”
“I guess that just means you always find me cute then,” his tone lilted at you. “I always find you cute too, sweetheart.”
Your hand slaps at him, warning, “Wait– mmh– I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, you are.” His eyes are bright, intently watching your cunt shiver around his fingers.
He doesn’t stop, continuing to stroke you until you’re cumming all over his digits. Coating him obscenely in your creamy slick. Something he delights in completely, letting you ride out your high somewhat impatiently. Wanting to slip his fingers from your gooey hole so he can see how you left them dripping.
Getting what he wants when you whine in slight overstimulation, pulling his hand back to get an eyeful of his messy fingers. Sucking them into his mouth to lick them clean, trapping his tongue between the two of them just to tease you.
While you’re lost in the haze of your orgasm and the lewd site of Satoru sucking your cum off his fingers, you don’t realise he’s grabbed your shorts with his free hand. Not until the cool breeze in the room hits your hot core, making you jump. He’s dexterous and sneaky, digits finally leaving his mouth just to make it easier on himself to undress you fully.
You’re pliant and willing, arms lifting so he can pull your top off. As soon you’re naked, he’s groping at you again. Touching all over your body until he’s grabbing your thighs. Hands smoothing over the tops of them, thumbs sliding to your pussy. Pulling on your lips to reveal your slick coated cunt to him, your hole convulsing around nothing.
He pouts at you. “Cute.”
Not appreciating how unhurried he is, wiggling in his grasp. “Don’t just stare at me.”
“You’re right.”
Then he’s dropping to his stomach between your legs, mouth latching onto your cunt before you have a chance to think. Your palm is slapping over your mouth to cover up the whine you want to let out, somehow conscious of the fact that you have neighbours. A fact that doesn’t concern Gojo in the slightest, his hand reaching up to pull on your arm, tugging it away.
Interlocking his fingers with yours while he makes out with your pussy, tongue sliding into your entrance. You’re easing your free grip into his hair, trying to hold him still but failing. It feels so good, still all sensitive. You’re losing your mind, hips bucking against his face.
Satoru loves it, encouraging you to grind against his face. Slurping loud at you, tongue pulling out to slide up to your clit. Lips wrapping around it to suck, flicking at it quickly with his tongue. Building up your second orgasm embarrassingly quick, just to slide back down to your hole. Thrusting inside you and licking against all the spots he knows like the back of his hand.
You’re panting for him, being kept on the edge so delectably. An edge you really want him to push you off of, trying to support him with the hand you have in his hair. But you can feel the way he smiles against you, letting you know it’s entirely purposeful.
Tugging at him a little harshly. “Satoru– hah– I wanna cum.”
His eyes meet yours, hardly pulling back to grin at you. “I know.”
It’s all you get, a simple acknowledgement of your desires and then more torturous pleasure. You’re not going to beg him, not when—in the back of your mind—you’re pretty sure you were meant to be scolding him.
Gojo’s sighing happily, burying his face further into your cunt. “Mmph– I love this.” His hand squeezing yours in a show of affection. “Really wanted to kiss your sweet pussy last night but my baby is so mean to me.”
“You’re the– hnn– the mean one.” Your grip lightens on his hand as you shiver and he grips you tighter, squeezing until you correct your grip again.
“This is punishment,” he pulls back to kiss your clit, “and a nice one at that.”
Puffing at him, “I told you that—”
“—Yeah, I know, but I’d love to be taken advantage of by you, sweetheart.”
He’s done talking now, mouth preoccupied again and lapping at your slick. Audibly drinking down everything he can from you. Satoru’s not nearly as composed as he pretends to be. Grinding his lower half into the bed while he licks you, getting off on the taste of you in his mouth.
Quickly reaching down to tug his pants lower, just enough to free his cock. Rubbing it into your sheets as he lets your walls quiver around his tongue. You’re so soft and unbelievably warm, he feels like he’s melting into the mattress. Tip of his dick leaking pre into your pretty bed linens, another thing you’ll scold him for when you’re not drunk on pleasure.
Something that will make him hard all over again, the crease between your eyebrows when you try to be mad far too enticing for him to properly pay attention sometimes. He chooses to keep that to himself though; he doesn’t want you to stop chastising him.
His cock is sliding against the material of your sheets smoother now, the way he’s been drooling precum making him all slick. It’s got him moaning into your pussy—not that you notice—considering he’s probably been doing that the whole time.
Your hand is holding onto him so tightly, getting close to finishing and worrying he won’t let you. Stifling down your desperate whines as best you can to try and trick him into thinking otherwise. It makes his chest feel warm, you’re so cute. He’s so far gone, too horny to keep depriving you any further.
Finally letting you cum, whimpering against you as fresh slick floods his senses. Gulping down everything he can as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. It’s overwhelming for him, his head all foggy and completely pussy drunk. Hips still grinding into the sheets, not stopping even though he’s pretty sure he’s just cum all over them.
You’re going limp, head empty as your body buzzes in the bliss you finally got. Squirming every now and again because Satoru is still licking and sucking at your pussy. He’s greedy, and mean, forcing you to wait to cum and then overstimulating you because he doesn’t want to part from your sticky cunt.
“Too much, ‘Toru,” your words are mumbled lazily.
“Sorry, baby.” Finally, albeit reluctantly, moving away from your sweet pussy. His lips now trailing up your body, kissing you all over until he takes your lips with his. It’s a hot and demanding kiss, his tongue tasting of you.
He’s leaning away so he can pull his shirt off and you’re seeing how his cock is slipped out of the pants he’s wearing. Shiny mess running down the sides of him, clearly coated in his own cum.
You’re taken aback, asking, “You came?”
“Mhm.” Pushing the waistband further down, enough until he can clumsily shuck them off altogether. “You taste too good.” He rubs his messy tip through your drenched folds. “Been wanting this so bad, sweetie.”
Your eyes watch him slip against you; at the way he taps the head against your clit. He’s still teasing. “What are you waiting for?” It comes out more whinged than you were aiming for, but it stands.
“For my desperate, little, pudding cup to ask nicely.” His grin is wicked. And despite just how drunk on you he is, he’ll still wait for you to give in first.
Blinking at him, hoping it’ll be simple. “Please?”
“Mm…” He dips inside you the slightest bit before dragging back to your clit. “I don’t know…”
Saying a little louder, “Please, I need it.”
“Tell me the truth,” he levels you with a heavy gaze, asking, “how wet were you last night?”
“I don’t know,” you sputter. “I didn’t check.”
“I’m a little disappointed—”
“—But!” You’re watching how he’s guiding his cock back to your entrance, probing against you. “I almost touched myself.”
As if in a little reward, he slips inside you the slightest bit. Beginning to stretch you open on the thick head of him. “Why didn’t you?”
You’re catching onto his game now, if you want him all the way inside you, you’re going to have to answer every question he asks. “Felt guilty.”
“I had my dick out and was touching myself in front of you, but you felt too guilty to rub your clit before bed?” He slides deeper again and it makes him choke a little.
Nodding back in reply, you’d felt bad because he’d been drinking, he wasn’t thinking straight. Though sober Satoru is never all the different when it comes to you anyways.
“Fuck– you’re so cute.” Hips rutting forwards on their own, it makes his head spin. You’re throbbing around him, tight and warm and so creamy soft, he’s biting out a hissed moan. “How close were you to getting in the shower with me?”
“Very,” you mewl, watching how he’s half sheathed inside you, aching for more, “I left because of it.”
“Got some amazing self-control, sweetie.” Gojo’s pretty sure he would’ve folded under zero pressure at all. “Let’s have you cumming all over my dick now, okay?”
Thrusting all the way inside at once, you’re reaching your high immediately. Squeezing tight around him, feeling so stuffed full in a way that’s soothing the desperation you’ve been experiencing since last night.
“There you go,” he coos. Gripping your hips and lifting your lower half from the bed. “You’re so pretty when you cum.”
You’re not entirely coherent, thoughts bogged down by the delirious desire humming inside your brain. “Satoru~”
“Don’t worry.” Thumb stroking over your skin soothingly. “Let me take care of you.”
Then he’s fucking into you like he’s been starved, whole cock pulling out just to slam back in. His eyes wild as he watches your cunt struggle to take him all, bulging around the size of him. You’re letting out a small squeak and attempting to crawl back; he doesn’t let you. Overwhelming your every sense, his pelvis slapping against you loudly.
The heavy drags of his shaft in and out, over and over again, it’s so much. The repetitive motions leaving you stupid, and you’re trying your best to meet his thrusts, to grind against him but his firm hold on you hardly lets you. More or less getting used by him instead. Loving how he fills you to the brim, knocking against your womb and rendering you nearly breathless.
You’re somewhat realising this is what he meant by saying he’d take care of you. Railing you into the mattress, having you take it how you need, how he needs. One hand moving to your lower tummy and pressing into it, so you can feel more, feel every inch of his dick unravelling you.
He’s so big, brushing up against and hitting every spot inside that has you seeing stars. Moans pouring from you freely, not able to hold them back anymore. Neighbours be damned, it feels so good to be split open on his cock. Cunt dribbling down his shaft, making an even bigger mess of the both of you.
Gojo’s eyes roll when you clench down on him, your pussy all syrupy around him. Sucking him back in as soon as he pulls back, needy to be kept full. You’re arching your back up at him, angling yourself so he hits deeper. His heart is leaping bounds at it; you’re so far gone now. He loves it, loves when you’re so fucked and desperate that you’re just doing what your body wants.
“Hah– look at you,” he sounds proud, “been aching for this, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh,” you nod back dumbly.
Your wet eyes are glimmering, nearly crying from how good it feels. Feeling like you might start drooling over it all. Able to tell he’s getting close, his cock twitching and jerking inside you. It makes it so much better, wishing you could grind against his pelvis. It always makes you cry when he grinds deep inside you, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t help it.
As if he can read your mind, he grinds down into you, tip kissing your cervix. “Happy?”
“Yeah– hnn– yes, oh god.” Your lashes are fluttering, walls contracting and trembling on him, so close again.
“So pretty,” he compliments, “you’re so pretty when you cry, sweetie.”
“It– hng– it feels good, ‘Toru,” lower lip wobbly, “feels so so good.”
A sharp thrust into you, panted moan leaving him. “I know, feels so fucking– hnn– good. Your sweet cunt is always so nice to me.”
He’s picking up pace again, bucking against you with a hunger you know he’s been holding back. His brows pinched tight as he moans, watching closely how he’s fucking into you. Creamy, white ring around the base of his cock, the view of it makes him groan. His own pretty, lashes fluttering as he gets closer.
Your hazy brain watches him, watches how he bites into his lower lip and gets off on stuffing you full. Your fingers dig into the mattress as you cum, whining as you come undone. Shuddering through your high, vision blurring at the corners as it rocks through you.
“There you go,” he smiles, “good job, baby.”
Slurring at him, “Want it.”
“Hmm?” He flicks his gaze to you, “What do you want?”
“Inside me,” you mumble, “your cum.”
“Oh… fuck—” Gojo feels insane, whimpering as he cums at your simple request. Dumping his load deep inside you, hips flush to you as he grinds. He couldn’t have stopped himself from finishing even if he had the mind to.
Still giving light thrusts for a while, enjoying how his seed leaks from your overstuffed pussy. Not stopping until you’re reaching for him, he caves to you your wordless ask easily. Dropping down so he can wrap himself around your body, entangling himself with you. Always happy to cuddle with you after fucking you stupid.
Rolling you both onto your sides, manoeuvring himself carefully so he can keep his dick inside you. He’s not ready to pull out yet. Stroking your back gently, smiling to himself at how you twitch when he tickles against your lower back.
You’re slowly coming to your senses and saying, “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to tell you off today.”
He talks into the top of your head. “You still can.”
But you can feel the way he jerks inside you at the idea. “Maybe later,” you groan.
Small laughs leave him. “Hey, next time I break in, please don’t throw a water bottle at me. That thing hurt.”
“Don’t break into my home then.”
𝒂.𝒏. thank you for reading ٩>ᴗ<)و i hope you enjoyed !! this was gonna be a drabble but then i had too much fun writing it and it turned into this :3 considering doing a part two where reader is the tipsy one teehee
꒰꒰. all works are the intellectual property of aliienangel.. do not plagiarise/translate/reupload/feed to ai ♡. 。
𝒄𝒘 ⤷ 𖥻 𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 |၊ smut , overstimulation , piv , dirty talk , mean sugu
geto overstimulating you to the point of tears, cooing gently at the way your eyes flutter up at him. facing him and sitting pretty in his lap, taking his whole cock while his thumb swirls cruelly around your sensitive clit. a sly smile dancing so enticingly on his lips at how you twitch and clench around him, his brows pulling together when you get even wetter.
pussy drooling all over his dick with your previous orgasms and fresh slick, cunt still so greedy that you can’t help but rock back and forth in his lap. it’s a wonder that he hasn’t already cum or started fucking you, only torturously playing with you like this.
your begs falling on deaf ears, “p–please, sugu– hah– it’s too much!”
“if it’s too much why are you– oh fuck– why are you grinding into me so desperately, hmm?” words bitten back; his head dizzy with the snug fit of your pussy wrapped so deliciously around him.
pouting pathetically at him, “c–can’t help it.”
he pouts back at you, mocking the expression you’re wearing, “i know you can’t.” thumb still rubbing into your oversensitive clit. “cunt so greedy you can’t help but want to fuck yourself onto me.”
words so mean and maybe he should feel bad about being so unkind but when you’re throbbing around him and creaming at the base of his cock, he can’t help but forget about the fleeting thought. clearly you like it when he’s this mean to you, trying to rut down into him again but stopped by his large hand on your hip.
“cum again and i’ll fuck you,” he offers.
bleary eyes blinking up at him, “promise?”
he smiles politely back at you, “sure.”
you nod at him and his movements on your poor clit speed up again, driving you to borderline insanity. chest stuttering with struggled breaths, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders. your eyes glaze over at the sight of him, bare chest covered in all the little love bites you’d left behind in your earlier frenzied need.
he’s filling you so well, stretched to the limit to take him, fucked open on him so lewdly. little pool of your slick sitting at the base of him, smeared on the dark tufts of hair there. a single sharp and practiced thrust upwards into your g-spot has your dizzy head seeing stars. small and whined cry leaving you at the way he’s suddenly forced you into yet another orgasm.
your nails are digging into his skin and leaving bright marks in their wake, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you struggle to breathe. cumming around him so hard that you think you’ve died, a sentiment that suguru shares. he doesn’t think you’ve realised in your bliss but you’ve gripped him so hard it’s shocked him into his own premature orgasm.
geto's hands grope at your thighs, hips stuttering up into your tight heat, seeking out more of the feeling. wanting more, more, more of you, not satisfied even though he’s just dumped a large amount of his seed inside your sinful walls.
suddenly your world is spinning, suguru has pushed you onto your back, him following behind without ever leaving your pussy. “okay– ngh– i’ll fuck you now.” his eyes are drunk and ravenous as he looks at you.
in your cockdrunk stupor you’re not sure of much but you are sure that a long night is ahead of you…
modern au 𖧷 husband!toji fushiguro 𝔁 wife!reader 𖧷 angst oneshot!
warnings. angst, mdni. hurt NO comfort. he's been gone on a job for years. mild mentions of violence, painful reunion, megumi needs a hug. yes i cried while writing this. song inspo here and here if you want to listen along
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"did he tell you what exactly happened?"
you frown at the sight over the woman's shoulders. your son, megumi, was staring at a paper in front of him that you couldn't make out. his left eye was clearly bruised, purple-toned and swollen.
"i'm sorry, mrs. fushiguro. i only came after i heard the students make a commotion."
you hadn't heard someone call you that in forever.
"it's miss. i'm not married."
"apologies, miss fushiguro. although—i've been meaning to reach out to you about megumi's performance in class lately. he's a bright child, but i noticed he's quite distant. disengaged from lessons, antisocial during free time. i hope that's something you can talk to him about…?" his elementary teacher stares at you with the same expression you've seen since the moment you'd been put in this role. pity.
we're worried about you and the baby.
no mother should have to raise a child alone.
someone ought to step in for him, find a man worthy to be his dad.
you've heard it all before. and all of it sickened you.
no one could have convinced you that your life was going to end up this way. you had dreams prior to your twenties of a life defined by a full home of laughter and joy, a partner you could rely on and luxuries you needn't worry whether you could afford to have or not.
"… yes, well. i'll talk to him, thank you for letting me know. have a good day." your mind was elsewhere as you took your tight-lipped son out of the classroom, and the silence stretched all throughout the car ride home moreover. you snuck a couple glances into the backseat and he still held that far away look in his eyes as he stared out the rainy window.
when you entered the dimly light apartment you two shared, you set his backpack and things on the breakfast nook. megumi could tell you were gearing up to say something, so he stops in the hallway after he's pulled off his ratty red tennis shoes. you wondered when exactly he'd learned that silence; swallowing his thoughts instead of sharing them with all the graceless honesty children his age were supposed to have.
"megs honey, c'mere."
"i'm okay, mom."
you give him a softly stern look and his mouth presses into a thin line. for a second, you see the argument forming behind his eyes, but he seems to think better of it. begrudgingly, megumi pads his way back toward the kitchen and climbs onto one of the stools at the breakfast nook.
you stand in front of him.
up close, the bruise looks worse and your stomach twists.
"who hit you?"
"it doesn't matter."
"megumi."
"he got hit too."
you blink. goodness, those public school teachers really don't pay attention. "thank you for letting me know, but that's not what i asked."
his gaze drops toward the counter. the refrigerator hums behind you, rain tapping unevenly against the balcony doors. you take a slow breath through your nose before speaking again.
"your teacher said there was a fight. she didn't see what started it." you pause, studying his face. "so i'm asking you, because i'd like to know what my kid has to say first."
something in your voice makes him look up and you soften immediately. god, he was so little. sometimes you forgot.
megumi had always carried himself with an odd seriousness that made people speak to him older than he was, so much so even you were guilty of it sometimes. he'd been tying his own shoes before the other kids in his class, packing away his own belongings without being asked, checking that the front door was locked whenever you came home late from work. he never even begged for toys or new gadgets, and that should've worried you sooner.
you reach out carefully, brushing your thumb underneath the uninjured side of his face.
a cute little pout formed on his mouth. "he was being annoying, okay?"
"you punched someone because they were annoying? that doesn't sound like you."
"makoto said something stupid about you." his jaw clenches. you knew the kid's mother, a rather standoffish lady you grew up with. born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
you know that face. it's the one with a stubborn furrow between his brows, the one he gets whenever he doesn't understand why the world refuses to operate according to the rigid sense of justice that reminds you far too much of someone you once knew. your son was never the violent type, but there were a couple things that he felt deeply passionate about.
you weren't oblivious, you knew there probably were questions from classmates. why doesn't your dad ever come to school events? where did he go? is your dad dead?
children were curious, but they were also capable of being cruel without knowing the difference.
"what did he say about me?"
megumi's eyes flick toward yours before dropping again.
"he said you must be bad."
your brows knit together in confusion. "bad?"
"he said it's your fault dad left us."
the words settle heavily in the apartment. you don't find words to respond quickly enough, so he continues.
"and he said his mom said women like you can't keep men."
you had gotten good at ignoring adults. from distant relatives with loud opinions that talked behind your back, to "well-meaning" acquaintances who had looked at you like your life was an unfortunate cautionary tale instead of something you'd fought tooth and nail to build. it was unfortunate children were malleable clay that parroted what they heard.
"so i punched him, 'cus that's not true."
your gaze snaps back to your son. megumi looks almost defiant now, chin tipped slightly upward. oh, your poor baby boy.
"he shouldn't have said it."
"i agree, he shouldn't have."
his expression changes slightly, surprised by your quick support. he was sure you were getting ready to scold him. "but you still can't punch people, my love."
"why?"
"because that's not how i taught you to solve your problems."
megumi slides off the stool suddenly, frustration working across his features. "he wouldn't stop, mom!"
"then you should've told your teacher."
"she wouldn't do anything!"
"you don't know that."
"yes, i do!"
the certainty in his voice catches you off guard.
"they always say stuff, and nobody cares!"
his face crumples for half a second before he forces it away. the anger dissipates, and you can see the tears forming in his eyes. your chest tightens painfully.
"hey… hey."
you crouch down in front of him. megumi immediately looks elsewhere. you knew he hated to cry in front of you nowadays.
"look at me."
you wait until eventually, reluctantly, those watery dark eyes meet yours.
"you don't have to defend me."
"i do, you're my mom."
you shake your head. "no, baby. you don't."
he hates when you call him that now. usually you'd get an immediate grimace, some irritated insistence that he wasn't a baby anymore. this time however, he says nothing.
"like you said, i'm your mom." your hands settle gently on his shoulders. "i'm supposed to protect you, you're not supposed to spend your day worrying about protecting me." you can tell he's listening. his lower lip is still trembling despite how hard he's trying to keep it still.
"you know what matters more than what they say? what you know." your hands move to cup his tiny face. "i know who i am, and i know who you are. nobody gets to decide either of those things for us."
you pull him into your chest without a warning and megumi stiffens instinctively, embarrassed by affection even in the privacy of your apartment but you don't let go. after a few seconds, the tension leaves his shoulders and his forehead presses into the crook of your neck.
"the next time this happens, you tell me," you murmur against his hair. "if your teacher isn't listening, then i'll make her listen."
"you'll embarrass me."
you smile despite yourself. "yeah, i probably will."
"mooom!" even though he sounded irritated, a muffled laugh escapes against your shoulder. there he was. your fingers comb gently through the spiky, shaded mess of his hair. you stand up, walking towards your noisy fridge and grab a frozen bag of peas from the freezer.
"now sit back down and put this on your bruise before your eye swells shut. can't have my kid looking like rocky." he climbs onto the stool again, obliging without protest. though, a question mark appears on his face.
"who's rocky?"
you groan. "honey, you're making me feel old."
the rest of the evening passes quietly. you make dinner and megumi finishes most of it while complaining that the vegetables taste weird despite them being the exact same vegetables he'd eaten two nights ago without complaint. you let him have the argument this time. after today, you figured he deserves one meaningless victory.
by the time the rain settles down outside, the apartment has grown warm with that particular nighttime stillness you'd learned to appreciate. the television plays quietly from the living room while you wash two plates in the sink, and megumi is sprawled on the couch doing his homework until you tell him to wrap up for bed.
when he's finally changed into pajamas and climbed beneath the blankets, exhaustion has taken over your son. his bruised eye still looks awful beneath the warm light of the bedside lamp, and even though you'd checked it several times throughout the evening, you find yourself inspecting it once more as you sit beside him and gently sweep his bangs away from his forehead. megumi tolerates the attention for a few seconds before sinking deeper into his pillow with a sigh.
"mom, you've looked at it like a hundred times and it still looks the same, i don't think staring is going to make it disappear."
"i'm aware that glaring at a bruise is not medically proven treatment, thank you very much smartypants." you chide, smoothing the blanket over his chest before your expression softens again.
"megumi, honey, listen to me because i'm being completely serious right now. i know i don't always have every answer. our life isn't exactly like everybody else's, but there has never been a day where taking care of you felt like a burden i wished i could put down. you are my favorite person in this entire world. even though i don't condone what you did today… between you and me, that kid deserved it."
megumi's mouth twitches slightly. "you said i shouldn't have punched him, but you also said he deserved it... i think you're sending me mixed messages."
you let out a quiet mocked gasp and gently pinch his cheek. "i said no such thing."
"you kindaaaa did."
"i kinda-absolutely-did-not! goodness, this conversation is supposed to be about how deeply and unconditionally i love you, you little menace."
that manages to get a small laugh from him, and the sound immediately fills you with happiness. you bend down and press a long kiss against his forehead, then rest your hand against his hair as you speak more quietly. "can i get an 'i love you' for the road?"
he watches you for another moment before mumbling an "i love you". you smile and brush your thumb over his temple before standing.
"goodnight, megumi."
"goodnight, mama."
the sincerity in his voice pangs in your heart. you hadn't heard him call you mama in a good while. when you glance back, he's already curling toward the wall with the blanket tucked underneath his chin. you leave the door cracked the way he still secretly prefers and stand there for several seconds longer than necessary, watching until his breathing begins to even out.
only once you're back in the kitchen does the weight of the day settle. you feel pathetic for letting makoto's cruel comment ruin your night, even more so because you know it wasn't really the child who'd gotten beneath your skin. perhaps, part of you still worried they were right. not about megumi—never about him. but rather about yourself. you stare at the half-clean kitchen for another minute before deciding you've had enough emotionally mature mom-ing for one evening.
"fuck it," you whisper to yourself, opening the cabinet above the refrigerator and pulling down the cheap bottle of wine you saved for moments like this. you pour yourself a generous glass and carry it toward the living room. after a few bitter sips, a knock echoes from the front door. for a few seconds you wondered whether you'd imagined it due to how late it was. another rap comes a moment later, heavier and more deliberate this time.
you set the wine glass on the coffee table and glance toward the hallway by habit, checking that megumi's bedroom door remains undisturbed before approaching the entrance. nobody you knew had any business coming over at this time without calling first, and the uneasiness gathering in your stomach only worsens as you lean forward and look through the peephole. your entire body goes cold at the realization. what a sick coincidence.
there was no logical reason for toji fushiguro to be standing outside your apartment after years of silence. you unlock the door but keep the chain latched, opening it only enough to stare at him through the narrow gap. "i'm assuming there's some emergency happening, because i can't imagine another reason you would think showing up at my apartment without warning was even a remotely acceptable thing to do."
toji's gaze moves over your face before flicking toward the chain. "wow, nice to see you too."
you almost laugh at the audacity. "you don't get to feel any kind of way right now, toji. i didn't ask you to come here."
his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "if you're planning on turning this into an argument, save yourself the effort because i didn't come here to fight with you."
"unless you have something useful to say, i suggest you leave."
toji exhales through his nose, his patience already wearing thin in that familiar way that used to drive you insane. "can you open the damn door first? i don't feel like airing our personal shit where every fucking person on this floor can hear us."
you scoff in disbelief. you remember all those months passing without so much as a text message, and whatever sympathy that was threatening to surface disappears immediately.
"you gonna let me in or not?"
you stare at him for several long seconds before shutting the door in his face. there's an immediate thud against the other side.
"babe, seriously?"
"i'm taking the chain off, jackass. don't call me that."
the hallway falls quiet. you remove the chain and reopen the door, stepping aside just enough for him to enter.
"five minutes, toji. i'm serious. i've got work and megumi has school tomorrow. unlike some people, we operate with an actual schedule."
his eyes narrow slightly as he walks past you. "you always gotta throw something in there, don't you?"
"you give me plenty of material."
you close the door quietly behind him and fold your arms across your chest. there had been a time when toji's presence could consume whatever room he entered, when you knew the shape his jacket in the back of your mind and exactly where he'd kick his shoes despite you asking him a thousand times not to leave them in the walkway. now, he looks almost displaced.
his gaze drifts across the apartment and you hate yourself for noticing every place it lands. megumi's backpack is still on the breakfast nook with his homework folder peeking out, the corner of one worksheet folded where he'd erased too aggressively earlier. the frozen bag of peas sits abandoned beside the sink, already softened enough that condensation covered it. from your shared past experiences, he knew you always kept a spare bag when he came home from a bad job. toji's eyes linger there.
"something happen?"
you know better and should've lied because the last thing you needed was to give toji ammo to stay longer. alas, your honesty betrays you.
"megumi got into a fight at school." toji's attention snaps toward you so quickly that you immediately regret saying anything.
"what? our megumi?"
that jilts you. when did he believe he had any claim over your son?
you answer flatly. "he's fine."
"what do you mean he got into a fight?"
"i mean exactly what i said, toji. before you start working yourself up, i've already handled it and he's sleeping now."
his expression darkens. "just tell me what happened."
you exhale slowly and move toward the coffee table, reaching for your wine because you need something to do with your hands when you got on edge. "another boy said something, megumi punched him, the other kid hit him back. he has a little shiner, that's it."
"what did the kid say?"
you take an extended sip.
"mm, it doesn't concern you."
"stop, don't do that."
you look at him over the rim of your glass. "don't do what?"
"hide whatever caused this. obviously it fucking matters if a level-headed kid like megumi hit somebody first."
"interesting. coulda fooled me that you're the expert on my child."
the words leave your mouth before you can stop them and toji's jaw ticks. you know what strikes his nerve.
"see, there it is."
"there what is?"
"the actual reason you let me in."
you laugh humourlessly. "you think i invited you inside because i've been waiting forever for an opportunity to argue with you? trust me, toji, i've had plenty of mental arguments when you were gone and they were all more productive than this."
"then tell me what happened instead of playing games."
"i'm not playing games."
"tell me what the fucking kid said!"
you stare down into your glass. you wish, more than anything, that you didn't still possess this stupid, ugly desire for toji to hear what happened and react correctly. not violently or defensively, not with the same pride that had poisoned half your conversations while you were together. that small part of you that still loved him hard wanted him to understand and kiss away your tears and tell you it was going to be okay.
"he told megumi it was my fault you left."
toji's eyebrows pull together, and you continue before you lose your nerve.
"apparently his mother has some opinions about me, and like most people who don't know when to shut their mouth, she shared them where her son could hear. he told megumi that women like me can't keep men, and megumi punched him because he thought he had to defend me."
toji looks away, but you see it. that flash of guilt.
"that's fucked up."
you wait, but nothing else comes. your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass.
"that's it?"
his gaze returns to you. "what do you mean, that's it?"
"i don't know, i suppose i imagined there might be something more substantial. finding out your son got into his first real fight because another child was making fun of him and his mother for not having a father around means nothing, then?"
his expression twists. "don't turn it into that."
"turn it into what?"
"you know what i mean."
"actually i don't, so please explain it to me. i'm dying to know what exactly you're insinuating."
"you're making it sound like i wanted to fucking leave."
you stare at him. you don't even feel angry, just stunned.
"didn't you, though?"
toji exhales sharply, already irritated by the direction the conversation has taken. ""no, of course not. you know damn well that's not how it happened."
"that's funny, because i don't remember being given much information to work with."
his jaw shifts. "you knew what i did for a living."
"don't you dare."
"i'm not throwing it in your face, i'm saying you knew there were gonna be times i couldn't tell you everything."
"everything?" you repeat incredulously, lowering your glass. "toji, i knew you killed people for money, i think we were several miles past the point of expecting full transparency about your work." his expression tightens, but you continue before he can interrupt. "i knew what you were capable of before i ever decided to build a life with you, what it meant when you disappeared. i knew better than to ask names or know where you were going, and god knows i learned very quickly not to ask when you'd be home because half the time you couldn't answer me anyway."
toji's gaze drops.
"you'd leave for a three day job and come back after five, and we'd fight about it because i was worried sick spent those extra forty-eight hours wondering whether something had happened to you. you gave me lousy apologies and we'd move on. those were our bumps, toji. i understood because i had no other choice."
"this wasn't like those jobs, it was high risk."
you laugh quietly, but there is nothing remotely amused in it. "high risk and you took five fucking years."
you hated stating it literally because the duration of his absence felt easier to manage when you didn't give it a time. time blended together more kindly that way, reduced to birthdays and school pictures and clothes megumi outgrew rather than one enormous stretch of life in which toji simply did not exist. a blip where your husband should have been. instead, you lived life like a widow.
"i couldn't contact you, it was too dangerous."
you study his face waiting for signs of bluff, but toji isn't lying and that made it worse.
"and not knowing nearly destroyed me. you don't know how hard it was to care for megumi without knowing whether you were alive or not."
your words shut him up. you set down the glass before your hands can fail with how badly they've begun to shake. you press your lips together, but the emotion has already climbed too high in your throat to force back down.
"i didn't know whether you were somewhere choosing not to call me or whether you were lying dead in a ditch."
"i wasn't dead."
"fuck, i know that now!"
your voice jumps before you can stop it. your eyes dart toward the hallway. the anger drains from your face and toji notices.
"baby, i was trying to come back."
"i said stop calling me that. i don't care because trying didn't help me when megumi had a fever and i was so terrified i stayed awake all night to make sure he was breathing. or when i had to choose between missing work and watching him because daycare fell through even though i wasn't making rent that month."
"did you not get the money i sent you? i thought it was covering something, but—"
"what money are you talking about?"
the irritation that had been taut across his features falters. "the money i sent every month."
you stare back at him with such complete disbelief that his brows slowly upturn, and the horrible realization begins creeping across his face before you even have to answer him. "there was no money. not one cent from you showed up after you disappeared. if somebody convinced you otherwise, then congratulations on trusting the wrong person with the well-being of your family."
"that's not fucking possible. he told me it was handled."
a scoff. "congratulations, you were scammed."
toji drags a hand down his face as he turns away from you, and for once there is no immediate rebuttal, only restless movement as he paced the room. "i left enough to cover the apartment for a long time. i sent it in portions so it wouldn't look suspicious. the whole point was making sure nobody could trace anything back to you or megumi."
"well whoever you trusted clearly decided he needed it more than we did, because i spent the first year after you disappeared selling half the shit we owned just to keep us from drowning."
his head snaps back toward you. "if i'd known there was even a chance the money wasn't getting to you, i would've found another way."
"i don't care about the money, toji!"
toji goes completely still. you let out a shaky breath before continuing, an ache growing in your stomach. "i showed him pictures of you when he cried. i would tell him fairy tales about where you were, but megumi got older and smarter and knew they were pathetic excuses. he stopped asking about you."
"it fucking kills me inside that i missed everything. please, you have to give me a chance."
you blink.
"tell me what i missed. i already know saying i had reasons doesn't magically erase what happened. but he's my son and you're still my wife, and maybe that doesn't mean shit to you anymore—but it means everything to me."
his gaze made you stir still after so long, and the anger between you seems to collapse beneath the exhaustion of finally saying something neither of you had been willing to acknowledge.
"he looks like you when he smiles." your voice cracks when you say it. "every single day he gets closer to looking like your copy. there were so many nights where i'd cry myself to sleep with a picture frame of you. i don't hate you, toji, and that is part of what makes this so fucking unbearable. i needed my husband."
the confession rips out before you can reconsider it. you feel a tear roll down your cheek and finally realize you'd begun crying. he steps closer, slow enough that you could easily move away, but your heartbeat stumbles and you stay put. his hand lifts toward your face, cupping your cheek and you instinctively lean into the touch. his knuckles brush carefully beneath your eye to wipe away stray tears. you should stop him.
your shared muscle memory moves faster than good sense and when his mouth finds yours your body answers out of pure habit. your hand catches automatically against the front of his shirt, and you lean your entire body into the feeling. then reality hits. you pull back so quickly that your shoulder bumps against the edge of the wall, and the sudden nausea rising through your stomach forces you to press one hand against your mouth while the other shoves weakly against his chest.
toji moves away immediately. "shit, i shouldn't have done that."
you stare at him through watery eyes. the look on his face makes you feel worse because he doesn't appear triumphant or smug or even hopeful, only devastated that you seemed regretful.
"i'm sorry."
"you need to leave."
"i swear, i wasn't trying to push you into anything."
you wipe furiously beneath your eyes, your demand still standing. his gaze shifts briefly toward the hallway before returning to you, and the longing there is so obvious that it feels invasive even though he makes no move toward megumi's room.
"just don't let him forget about me, even if you don't tell him i was here tonight."
he pauses.
"i will always love you. to my dying breath."
your face crumples before you can stop it. "get out."
toji's expression breaks slightly, but he nods and pulls the door open without another word, leaving with a click.
you lock the door the instant it closes, your knees finally giving out. you sink onto the floor beside the entrance with one hand clamped over your mouth because the first sob leaves you far louder than you intended. you press your palms against your eyes until colors burst behind them, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet enough that megumi won't hear.
however, you don't hear the faint movement from the bedroom down the hall. megumi stands barefoot just beyond the edge of the living room, mostly hidden by the darkness stretching, with one hand curled tightly around the doorframe and the blanket he'd dragged with him gathered against his chest.
he had woken sometime around the first raised voices, disoriented enough that he'd nearly called for you before recognizing the unfamiliar man's voice coming from the living room. his father had been standing inside their apartment.
and you, his mother, was sitting on the floor beside the front door with her face buried in her hands because of him.
he doesn't approach you. instead, he watches with tears gathering silently in his own eyes before retreating toward his bedroom as carefully as he can manage, closing the door behind himself and crawling beneath the blankets without turning on the light. i hope the bruise stays, he thought to himself. i don't want to look like him.
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಄ daryl lets you hold onto him, but doesn’t really hold you back. at least, not for the first few months. he’s stiff and awkward, just letting you cling to him as long as you need.
಄ refuses to ask for advice in how to show affection, so he ends up making a fool of himself regularly. once gave you a bloody squirrel as a gift. “dinner,” he’d said, holding it up as it dripped onto the wood floor.
಄ poor thing can’t handle your flirting. never knows what to say back after you call him handsome, or compliment on how ‘yummy’ his arms look. he just grunts, waves it off, but his stomach’s in knots.
಄ when daryl does something romantic, you’re blushing and giggling, but your reaction makes him groan and take it back. a grumble of “oh my god” after you call him a romantic. “i take it back.”
಄ but he is romantic, just not in the traditional sense. he’ll make sure you’re fed before even thinking to feed himself. he’ll move like a guard dog at the first hint of danger. and yeah, on an occasion, he’ll hum you to sleep, kiss your forehead, or squeeze your hand. just don’t acknowledge it, or he’ll probably stop.
಄ really a german shepherd as a man.
಄ you want him to have nicknames for you, but he rarely even refers to you by your name. or at all, really. you should know when he’s talking to you. doesn’t quite get it when you ask him to, saying “why would you wan’ be called a bunny? y’ain’t prey.” oh, if he only knew…
಄ you know he doesn’t do well with emotions, so you often insist that you’re okay when you’re not. you tell him it’s okay to leave you to self soothe, but daryl wants to learn how to help. he starts small, just sitting nearby while you cry. maybe he rubs your shoulders, or strokes your hair. he doesn’t offer words.
಄ reluctantly indulges your late night ramblings, even as he rolls his eyes or groans, “go to bed.”
಄ always asks permission before going further in any sexual situation, even if you’ve said yes a million times.
಄ gets shy when he’s horny. poor puppy doesn’t know how to ask, but he desperately wants to sink into you. usually, his arms come up behind you, and he softly grinds against your backside. you’ll tease him about being needy, to which he’ll grumble “shut up” in response.
಄ refuses to stop until you’re satisfied. even if he’s shooting blanks, sore, near tears, he won’t let up until he knows you’ve had your fill.
dear nonnie ! thanks for asking , i was planning on posting the first chapter mid-august cause i had been busy as hell with work 😭 but dw ! the first chapter will be here soon !
Truly wet socks and wet shoes are fucking worse. And I AM FREE OF MY PERIOD WOOO. Nope it was not twd haha it was Jujutsu Kaisen LMAO. I came across that Suguru one shot with the baby talk and all. Loved the style of your writing and here we are.
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WHAAAAATTTTT???!!! I SWEAR I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN THE TWD FANDOM , OMG I HAD ALREADY MADE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT WHO U LIKED LMAO . i’m shocked okay ? anyways , i’m so happy to know you got to know me thanks to that fic 😭 i really really love ur asks bby !
PPL , I APOLOGIZE FOR DISAPPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE !! i got a job and i was busy as hell the previous month , but now that i’ve gotten used (finally) to this routine , i think i can come back ‹𝟹 missed y’all sm . 🥹
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PPL , I APOLOGIZE FOR DISAPPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE !! i got a job and i was busy as hell the previous month , but now that i’ve gotten used (finally) to this routine , i think i can come back ‹𝟹 missed y’all sm . 🥹
pairing ex boyfriend!suguru geto x afab!reader x best friend!satoru gojo
synopsis every summer is worse than the last. each one, marked by empty champagne bottles, foggy car windows, broken relationships, promises, and the dull taste of the party. only, this summer is the worst one yet, and it all started the night you recognized the truth about your boyfriend, suguru geto.
tags 1990's set college-no curses!au, closeted mxm relationship, love triangle trope, struggles w/ mania, depression, heavy smoking/drinking/partying, baby/marriage trapping, addiction, toxic traditional relationship dynamics, smut, crude language, angst, breakups, infidelity/cheating
author's note this one was a complete happy accident, pieced together meticulously with my readers and friends who are just as invested in this timeline as i am. if you're familiar with virgin, you're already acquainted with these characters. reading one story before the other isn't necessary, but this is the proper prologue to virgin.
if you're not familiar with my album fics, i essentially just take the themes of every song on the record and put my own interpretation on it. while virgin is freeing, horny, unsure, and inexperienced, melodrama is all about feeling trapped in love, repressed, confident and reckless. it's not all bad though — i hope you'll stick around and enjoy reading just as much as i enjoyed writing ⛓️💥💜
@naomiiocha <3 thank u for my beautiful boys and for your time and effort
+ stsg by @naomiiocha (made exclusively for melodrama) gradient divs by @cafekitsune chains by me
chapter list
green light
sober
homemade dynamite
the louvre ✩
liability
hard feelings/loveless
sober II (melodrama) ✩
writer in the dark
supercut ✩
liability (reprise)
perfect places
extras:
how you get the girl (prologue)
virgin (20+ year time skip)
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I had to scroll all the down on your blog to find what the fuck I wrote last time we spoke haha. I AM HERE SUMMER HAS BEEN REALLY BUSY SHDJ. Exactly we HAVE TO KEEP USING IM A BAD BITCH, NO ONE CAN KEEP ME DOWN. Your welcome your English is great. Im so glad you didnt get sick a WIN. Oh gosh I hate wet sneakers and wet socks one of my archenemies. NOT 6 HOURS WTF NOOOO NOOOO THATS AWFUL. YESS YOU ARE GETTING STRONGER ALICE AHHHH.
I have been good though and I got my period this week so I am suffering and wanting alot of chocolate so FUCK IT CHOCOLATE FOR ALLL.
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OMG, THANK U ‹𝟹 AND I KNOW, wet sneakers are the worst 🫠 not only your feet are cold, but also the dirty water makes it smelly 😭
i’m so sorry for answering so late , my dear 😭 but i hope period wasn’t much of an asshole to you .
BTWW , i have been meaning to ask but , in which fandom did you find my account? i’m really curious 😭 was it from twd? i have a feeling it was from twd .
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