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[angelzrulez21]

Little bit about me: I go by they/them, 24 years of age, Aries, INFP-T, gay af, and lantinx. Some of my hobbies are scrapbooking, experimenting with makeup, cooking, and def reading ☺️

I probably won’t post much but I def reblog and share as much as possible to help share beautiful works and art!

[madamechrissy]

゜`♥* the betrothal `♥*。

You are set to marry the esteemed Lord Levi Ackerman, an arrangement since before you were even born - yet you've never even met him. With all your fortunes riding on this marriage, and pressure from your family, you must please your future husband in any way you can! Sent to live with him a couple weeks before your vows - how can you even get to know him when he's ever so aloof and distant? And just what will Lord Levi do when he develops feelings for his bride to be?

pairings - lord! levi ackerman x f! reader

warnings - mdni - set in the 1800s, royal au - slow burn, tons of sexual tension, light angst, we fall first but he falls harder, some fluff and humor, levi being a short little brat tbh, scandalous kissing, more tension, Hange Zoe gets to tutor us hehe

Levi art by @/lanvasko on tumblr!!

hehe this will be like 8 parts! I'll make a mlist soon, this one is gonna be fun for me <3

part one

The carriage wheels crunched loudly along the gravel drive of Ackerman Manor, each roll of those wheels hitting rocks jostling you just a bit, as you get ever closer to the place that would now be your home.

Your home.

Your hands are trembling as you smooth down the silky blue fabric of your gown – it was the finest you owned, but you fear it would seem quite simple to the man you were to be married to soon.

You didn’t exactly come from money, in fact your family name and an old agreement between Levi’s parents and yours before you were born was the only reason you were here like this. That and pretty looks were what your entire family’s fortune banked on, truly, so much pressure at times it made you sick.

You’d never even met him – Levi Ackerman, you’ve only heard stories of your soon to be betrothed by tales of friends and members of your family.

By all accounts, he was apparently short tempered, angry, and aloof – though no one said he was ‘unkind’ at all. Rather a bit cold, and arguably treated everyone with respect, which was more than most women could hope for these days.

Yet you don’t know how to feel.

This was a business transaction, not a fairy tale wedding, your parents so eagerly shipped you off it was laughable; in all other aspects a girl had a dowry, whereas you had almost a non-existent one. This was truly only Levi respecting his father’s late wishes and being ever the gentleman.

Ladies everywhere were ever furious that there was no chance with him, with the richest man in the very city, the one they all seemed to love to go after, but no.

It was you to be his bride.

The carriage door opens now after you’ve come to a halt, and a well groomed servant helps you out and down the steps, guiding you as you take in the sight before you – the pretty manor that’s utterly pristine. You lift your skirts and step up the glimmering stone steps, as the butlers stand aside and open the doors for you.

The very entrance hall was immaculate, sparkling clean unlike anything you’ve ever seen, there was not a speck of dust anywhere, and the faint hint of some sort of lemon polish hits your nose as you take it all in. Even the chandelier overhead was fucking gorgeous and sparkling, you almost feel terrible stepping foot in such a pretty place with your shoe that had fallen into mud earlier.

"Mr. Ackerman will see you in the drawing room," the butler says now, eyeing you carefully.

Usually people waited to move in until marriage, but your parents had sent you off early – about a week early – with the idea of meeting him and staying in one of the guest rooms, but now it all hits.

You’re getting married to a stranger.

The door opens once you sit down in the pretty chair, and you immediately stand right back up – seeing him standing there.

 Shorter than you'd expected, surely, but the man commands a fucking room, truly – this presence that almost intimidates you, his dark hair shining just a bit under the chandeliers as if he’d freshly washed it. His eyes were taking you in, assessing you so intensely all you can do is stand there, dressed in a perfectly pressed dark suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe.

"You're late," were his first words to you – his bride-to-be. His voice is so fucking bored, too, like he’s annoyed as shit at you. You clear your throat now, curtseying just a bit.

"The roads were muddy from the rains," you manage to excuse. “I’m sorry that I am a bit late.”

“Yes, well,” he passes by the small inn table as he walks toward you, pausing now, running a finger along the surface, sighing as he holds it up to the light.

"There's dust," he shouts, and two servants immediately run into the room. "Did I not explicitly state this room was to be cleaned twice daily?"

"Sir, it was-"

"Then this is unacceptable,” he kneels then, tugging out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I'll just do it myself."

Your fiancé – the Lord Levi Ackerman, starts fucking frantically wiping down every surface in the room as you watch, just blinking, the servants are scrambling to help polish silver that does not need it, while the tea sits on the table, cooling. He faintly looks at you as you stare at him, his dark gray eyes taking you in.

“Sit and have tea,” he manages, realizing you’re staring, all pretty in a simple gown that at least is decently clean, if not crumpled by your hands. “I’ll be done momentarily.”

“Oh! Yes…”

You sit there, crossing your legs at the ankles, watching the man you were to spend your life with finding a spot on the floor to clean now.

Just who was Levi?

After he finishes, he looks over at you, standing and brushing himself off, though the damn suit was impeccable, ironed pristine and straight. He walks over like he owns the entire room – you suppose he does, though, sitting across from you and leaning back, crossing his ankle over his knee, an arm thrown back.

For a short man, he certainly had a presence.

"So, you're the little brat I’m to marry."

You blink at him in shock. "I... beg your pardon?"

A ghost of smirk crossed his lips  – did they have to be quite so glossy? It was irritating, especially given the shitty words coming from them.

"Don't look so shocked about it, you are that brat, yeah?”

“A brat, my lord?!”

“Mhm,” you are so affronted he can’t help but snort. “Never been called that, I take it?”

“I was not an annoying child, so no! I mean… I was not noticed much in general, I suppose,” you trail off, sipping your tea carefully as he studies you. “A tale for another day.”

“Hmm,” he takes it all in, the mud on your skirts he needs to clean to even have a damn conversation, the delicate way you hold the teacups in your hands, with soft emerald silk gloves.

They’re damn near threadbare.

“I’ll have to purchase you something for the ceremony as well as the ball this week,” he says errantly, sipping tea himself as he takes you in. “Perhaps I’ll have my seamstress come take measurements.”

“This is the finest I have,” you admit, blushing now.

“I see,” he smiles a little softer then. “No worries about that, I’ll have something pretty for you – but don’t get mud on it, please.”

“I will try not to!” He nods just a bit. “May I ask a question?”

“Sure, but make it quick – I am busy.”

And rude.

Sort of?

He’s sort of… hot, too, but you’ll think of that later.

“Why keep the contract when my family fell into misfortune as it did?” He clears his throat now, eyes lowering to his own cup.

“Though it was annoying to have to deal with an arrangement, knowing my whole life it would happen? It was a promise, nonetheless, your money should have nothing to do with that."

“Most men wouldn’t agree.”

“Don’t get all sappy, thinking I’m sweet, brat,” you snort at that, as he leans forward, his elbows on his knees after he sets down the teacup, his gray gaze pinning you in place.

His eyes are impossible to understand, and intense.

"No need for any frivolties, hmm?”

“No need.” You set yours down too.

“This is how it will be,” he starts. “You will have this east wing.”

You blink.

“You mean until the marriage?”

“Altogether.”

“So we will…” You blush a bit at your thoughts. “Won’t we share a room when we are wed?”

“There’s no need to do all that yet,” you blink again. “I have some things that I need privacy for, and you will not enter my study or my rooms without my express permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smiles a bit softly. “I like that you’re not arguing about it.”

“If you wish for privacy, of course I’ll give it,” you murmur.

How lonely will this be?

“You will ensure the staff maintains this house to my standards when I am not here, and you will be present at required social functions on my arm, those are the only things I really require. In return, you will never want for a thing. Are we clear?"

You can tell he was in the military as many said – he was apparently a commander at a very young age during his duty, all that cold, calculated attitude was right there. It was devoid of all emotion even if it was kind, entirely dismissive without being cruel, as if he had his own wall up.

"Crystal clear, Sir," you whisper, he pauses then, raising a brow.

“Did you call me Sir?”

“I mean… yes? Sir…”

Fuck.

Levi has been called Sir for years before taking over his father’s position as a Lord, but never, ever did it make his damn cock jump as you saying it. He hates whatever the fuck that sensation is.

He’s not extremely experienced with women, he played a bit when he was off traveling before the military, but there was so much to do, he never really did more than a few passing nights. No stranger to stroking himself, he wasn’t always ready for that, with so much to take care of, half the time Levi fell asleep at his damn desk, snoring over papers.

Never has his cock reacted to a woman and some words.

Sir.

“Say that again?” He asks, unsure what the fuck he’s doing, his hands sliding down his thighs. 

“Why?”

“Why!? Just…” He sighs. “See, you’re a brat.”

“I am not! Sir,” you murmur again, trying to remain composed with just how much his eyes darken then, the tension so fucking clear you can hardly take it. “Sir.” You say it more firmly. “Do you like me calling you that?”

Does he like it?

He is leaking precum, fuck.

That is something he never expected.

“Hmmph,” he stands up now, his movements sharp, precise as he tugs at his jacket just a bit, walking over towards you and leaning low, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

For a wild moment you think he’ll kiss you.

Instead, he studies you, with such intensity your heart is fucking racing in your chest. "For the dress being muddy and cheap, you do look…”

“I look?”

He trails off, sighing. “You look presentable despite that, good genetics, I’m assuming.”

“Are you calling me pretty?” You tease, smiling in a way that has his cock pulsing. He tugs back, clearing his throat now, not answering you.

“Ahem, for tonight,” he avoids the damn question entirely, of course. “I’ll have one of my staff alter one of my mother’s dresses. She’s about your size, but they’re a little older. Still nice material and clean, however.”

“Oh! That would be an honor, I heard she was lovely.”

“She was…” He trails off, leaving a million more questions to your mind. “Dinner is at seven, brat. Don't be late again."

“Yes, sir.”

Shit.

Levi rushes off with impossibly long strides for just how short those damn legs are, turning and walking toward the door, leaving you sitting there, sipping on the still warm tea once more. You feel so much from where he just touched you, even if it was the briefest of moments.

The east wing.

An entire half of a manor – alone.

Where in the west wing, Levi may or may not be jerking his cock to the very sound of ‘Sir’ coming from your lips, cursing you already for being so bloody irritating.

*****

Dinner is a formal, meticulous affair, and you look lovely in one of his mother's gowns. A little dated but it fits you beautifully with the hasty little alterations the staff made.

“Hello, Sir,” you curtsey to him as you get led to the table, an enormous one made of an old mahogany.

“Good evening, you're one minute late.”

“Surely not!?”

“You are,” his lips twitch up at the corners at your frustration. “Shall I get you a pocket watch?”

“Well perhaps…” the servant pulls out your seat, and you settle in properly, eyeing all the silverware as they bring out hot bowls of soup. “There is so much here.”

“It's important you know the use for each one, and the order,” he cuts open the bread carefully, gazing under his lashes at you. “I was not sure about your dining procedure at home.”

“I know the basics,” you pick up a soup spoon, earning a pleased little nod. “Is there more you'd like to know about my knowledge?”

“Can you read and write? Manage accounts?”

“Read and write yes, accounts… no. Not at all.”

“Were you trained to work the staff, especially one this size?”

“I was! I can… try to do a good job, our staff was just one maid and she was a nanny and much else,” you smile with fondness. “I quite miss her.”

“Get close to her?” You nod a bit, he can see the affection in your gaze, making your face soften all pretty. “It does happen with staff.”

“When you’re not yelling at them for dust.”

“Tch, brat,” you giggle at that, and he likes the sound too damn much. “Well that’s good.”

“Indeed, I’m willing to learn whatever you might teach.”

His gaze on your lips fucks him up.

Imagine teaching you to suck cock?

He leans back slightly as a servant removes the soup bowls in front of you both, he dabs a handkerchief on his lips as they bring in the main course, he can’t help but laugh at your tummy growling.

“Hungry?”

“Oh shit, I mean!?” You curse, smacking your face. “Sorry, Sir.”

“You’ve a mouth on you,” your soup bowl is utterly empty.

“It’s not ladylike to eat like this!”

“Not in public, no,” he smiles though, tilting his head. “Here I do not mind a healthy appetite at all. Can’t have my wife fainting on me.”

Fuck.

Your eyes lock as he realizes how that came out, the tension so thick he can’t take it, even across this huge table from you.

God you look beautiful with the way the candlelight is hitting your skin.

“Your wife…” You whisper softly, practicing it almost.

“So,” he changes his tone, getting all stiff again. “What about music? Can you play piano, can you sing? You'll be expected to host many parties."

"I play the pianoforte passably, My singing is…” you sigh. “Terrible.”

“Terrible?” You nod and he laughs a bit. “I see, at least you’re honest.”

“It’s a virtue, yes?”

“Mhm…” You poke your food with your fork, trying to focus. “I could say maybe my singing could be passable if I’m two glasses in.”

“I see, must be tipsy, brat?”

“Yes, sir,” he adjusts himself underneath the heavy damask tablecloth, so fucking glad you can’t see. 

"We'll have to get you a tutor, then, for the music. Can't have the Lady of Ackerman Manor scaring the guests away with her singing.”

“Rude!”

He’s smirking again – though he’s straight up being insulting, it was almost teasing, really – as if this was his form of affection, fucking with you.

It doesn’t bother you like how your parents would shame you, not at all, a welcome relief for all you’ve been through.

"And you, sir? What do you do all day, besides terrorizing the staff over dust motes on your surfaces?"

You say it before you can think.

His fork pauses halfway to his mouth, eyes flickering up.

“Excuse me, brat?”

“I mean!? How do you uh – spend your days?”

“Insolent,” he clicks his tongue, sipping his drink now. “I run the estates, oversee the investments, the docks, the mills. Go to the house of the Lords and of course have to keep up with foolish balls, dances, all part of the season, hosting dinners and negotiations. More than screaming at the staff.”

“I was teasing,” you say now, he sighs.

“I see you’re an insolent girl.”

“Me!?”

“Indeed, maybe you’ll need more lessons,” he sips his drink slower, smiling over the rim of the glass. “A belt to the ass.”

“Sir!”

“Well it works in my experience on bratty children, why wouldn’t it work on you? Though I’d never do it.”

“You wouldn’t hmm?”

“Never, I’ll treat you with the utmost respect,” he declares, though the thought of beating your ass with a belt really has him even harder.

You smell so damn good he can inhale your scent all the way over here.

Infuriating.

“I wouldn’t mind discipline.”

“What!?”

Your lips curve up as you sip your wine. “What, Sir?”

Jesus Christ.

What was he dealing with?

“Ahem,” he tugs at his cravat now. “We have much to prepare for with the ball approaching in the city next week, and of course our wedding. It will be a smaller affair, but I’d like to introduce you as my betrothed, first.”

“Of course,” him snapping a leather belt on your ass fucks you up so bad you can hardly focus – none of your friends had ever shared those sort of stories with you.

Perhaps you were indeed a brat.

“I’ll be the perfect lady,” you say, making him hum a bit, biting his food and then setting his fork down.

“See to it that you are. I'm going to retire early, do you know how to get back to your bedroom?”

“No, it’s huge here,” you admit, looking at him under your lashes as he stands, his hands on the table. “Could you show me?”

“Sure,” he inclines his head. “Come.”

Come.

He almost has to stop himself as he pictures it, spreading your thighs and ordering you to do just that for him, fingers pressing into your flesh, he can hardly take standing near you when you rise up from your chair. He pushes it back with some haste, avoiding just how lovely it felt to have that satin brush against his skin.

Come.

Would you listen if he did?

No, Levi could certainly not just make love to you due to marriage, it still wasn’t your choice, and the last thing he wanted to be was something you had to do. There would come a time where he’d be pressed for heirs, but even then he detests the idea of you having to lay underneath him because you ‘are doing your duty’.

He clears his throat as you stand there looking at him. “Quit gawking and come on now, brat.”

“Yes sir,” he rolls his eyes at your eager steps following behind him. “How are you so fast on those short-”

“Those what!?”

“Nothing, aha,” you pause as he narrows his eyes, stepping far too close and turning, making you crash right into him. “Forgive me, it’s the travel! I have no wits about me.”

“Indeed you don’t, tch…” He turns once more, letting you eagerly follow, back to the luxurious room he’s had set up for you, after climbing two sets of steps, holding the skirts that are just a bit too long up.

It’s quiet in the halls, lit up with little lanterns along the walls, your shadows both casting across them. He stands there a moment, letting you walk inside, curtseying just a bit.

“Your curtsey needs work.”

“I shall try to master it better.”

“See that you do,” he leans forward now, thumb brushing the corner of your lip, making your heart race, your breath catching.

You both pause as he swipes carefully, lingering a little too long, the only sounds in the quiet manor are the house settling, and your own breaths, fast as your heart hammers in your chest.

“You had a speck,” he manages to say, as if the thought of just that annoys him – any mess at all. “Food, you’re a messy eater.”

“I am,” you admit bashfully, hating the moment his hand drops. “I’m a bit messy I fear.”

Oh imagine it being his cum dripping instead.

God.

Levi tenses, this is something he didn’t expect – a brat who would annoy him so much she’d make him ache to do more, to do things he hadn’t even really done before with his limited experience. Yet he’d heard enough stories and done just enough visiting to the brothels in his youth to know the thoughts in his mind were filthy.

Even if you two eventually shared a bed, would you do that with him? Wasn’t that something unladylike?

“What’s on your mind, Sir?”

“Nothing,” he lies with ease, hands behind his back, tilting his head so his dark hair falls across his brow just so.

Something about him is just…

Handsome.

Levi is handsome, even if he’s completely unique, in this way you can’t begin to describe, in one that makes you a little bold, stepping forward slightly.

“Perhaps I should get a tour tomorrow, see your room?” You ask, hands also behind your own back, but your tits are pressed up just so, about ruining him.

“You may see more of the manor tomorrow,” he says tightly. “Do you require anything else?”

“Just some assistance with this corset, if you do not mind? I’m not used to this sort of garment at home…”

“I’ll fetch the-”

“They’re asleep!”

“And? They can clean while they’re up.”

“Really!” He laughs at your glare.

“Like them already?”

“I feel terrible that they have to deal with you.”

“Tch,” you step back, turning and walking over to your little table, eyeing the mirror and seeing the reaction he’s already gotten out of you. “Can’t untie a corset yourself then.”

“No, I cannot – I’d like to see you try!”

“Hmm, well,” he walks over, footsteps quiet on the polished marble floor of your pretty bedchamber, each one bringing him closer. “Move your hair aside.”

You eagerly obey, earning his chuckle as you see his reflection in the mirror.

He’s blushing.

“You can listen, then,” he says even softer, before unceremoniously yanking at one of the ribbons.

“So harsh!”

“Well do I have to be gentle?”

“Yes,” you fiddle with your hands a bit nervously. “I don’t want to harm the dress or anything.”

“Ah,” he brushes a stray strand of hair off your shoulder, his fingertips gliding down the back of your neck, watching the goosebumps rise as he ever so slowly drags it down your skin. “My apologies.”

He unlaces you carefully – precise, perfect movements, perhaps a little unpracticed, which made you wonder.

Did he have experience?

You certainly didn’t due to being a bit isolated and constantly watched, but even if Levi wanted to wait some time – eventually, he would be intimate with you.

What would it be like, to feel him like that?

You have heard a mix of things – horror stories from your relatives, and fun ones from your friends.

Which to believe?

His fingers quickly grasp what they need to do with almost an ease of movements, tugging faster until the last ribbon is loosened. Methodical, precise, careful, efficient. 

It's what Levi seemed to be.

You exhale in relief, you ate a lot at dinner due to being so hungry from the trip, and now you can exhale properly. The corset falls to the floor, when he starts working the little buttons on the back of the dress, touching the marks it left on your skin.

You ache for more. 

So much so, maybe you're arching a bit, as the remnants of the gown fall, and you're left in the simple silk shift. He sighs, hands slipping down your shoulders, tense and gripping, as if he is holding back when you turn back to look into those eyes.

They're black with need.

“Sir…” he tightens his hold, glaring at your pretty reflection. 

Nipples begging for attention underneath thin white. 

Collarbones begging for his teeth.

“Don't move,” he manages to breathe out, knowing his cock is throbbing under his breeches, and one more arch would have you against it.

“Should we practice? Kissing and the like… for the wedding?”

“Practice,” it's almost impossible to bite out those words, a hand slipping around your throat – for as short as he was, the fingers were oddly long and elegant, wrapping tightly and stealing your very breath away. “Kissing…”

“If you'd like to,” his lips hovering over yours, you taste the wine on his tongue just from the proximity, so on fire you truly are burning when he steps closer, pressing your hips against the vanity, his hard body against the curve of your spine.

His lips descend as he cups you under your chin, sweet pressure building, a prim and proper kiss with unyielding lips that fucking ruins you. You can't help but cry out softly, making him squeeze harder, moaning into your mouth, pushing it open with his tongue, slipping inside with a breathy exhale.

Just as your own laps across his, tastebuds brushing together, your cunt dripping in a way that's most unladylike, he yanks away.

So quick you're dizzy.

“Oh,” is all you manage, turning to look at him, the soft satin falling down your shoulders, baring them to him. “Was that all right?”

Was it all right?

Levi barely yanks himself away, before he grips your waist and sits you up on that vanity, before he watches himself move inside you. Before he breaks everything he promised himself.

He wanted to make sure this was not just because you're at his mercy, because your family needs it. He wants you to have a goddamn choice, even if it was just the intimacy.

“I must retire,” is all he managed to utter, stepping away and rushing to the door, leaving your lips tingling, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good night?”

He pauses, looking back at you over his shoulder, his hands clenched right at his sides.

Fuck it's almost impossible not to take you then and there.

“Good night, brat.”

He shuts the door, leaving you to touch tingling lips, backed up against your own vanity, mind wandering all over.

Levi just kissed you.

Then…

Ran away.

*****

Levi is exhausted.

Fucking his fist till his cock was raw was not how he pictured his first day with you here in his manor, he expected to be annoyed, sure, but he had some serious self control. All of that out the damn window at seeing some bare shoulders and a collarbone?

He dislikes that more than anything, he wants nothing more than to make you at least comfortable in his home, and he damn near rutted against your thigh like some dumb fucking dog. Unacceptable for a man of Levi’s discipline, of his structure and sharp upbringing.

“You look like shit,” comes a cheery voice – he glares over at his friend Hange, who he’d hired to come tutor you since she was nothing but brilliant, even if she was hopelessly not a lady.

She could at least pull it together well.

“Good morning to you too,” he grumbles, sipping on his Earl Grey with bored eyes as she bounces in, wearing trousers of all things. “What are you wearing!?”

“I had to ride here, Levi!”

“Bullshit, I sent a carriage.”

“Well, the horses love me, what can I say,” she tugs on her bag, setting it down with a thud, dust all over, making him even angrier as she singlehandly ruins the damn tablecloth. “They love me so much they wanted me to ride them.”

“And my footman?”

“He’s fine,” he comes in and glares at Hange.

“She had me in the fucking carriage like a lady!?”

“Hah – you loved it!”

“I thought I was gonna die.”

“Tsk,” she throws on a little petticoat over her trousers, a bustle and skirt, tying it to cover up her dirty trousers that were making him even more irritated by the fucking minute. “He loved it, don’t let him lie.”

“You’re supposed to teach my fiance, not terrorize my footman,” she sighs, peeking in the mirror on the wall now, fixing herself.

“How do you like her, Levi? Hmm?”

“She’s…” He trails off now.

What does he say about you – he can’t say he jerked his cock like a pathetic man in one damn night, can he? No, even with Hange who is one of his best friends – there had to be some goddamn decorum between them, even if it was really only on his end.

“She’s quite…”

“Morning,” you come out as if on cue, smiling curiously at Hange, she comes up to you eagerly, shoving her spectacles down the bridge of her nose, as if inspecting you. “Oh! Hello, are you a friend of Lord Ackerman’s?”

“All formal,” she clicks her tongue, walking around you now, humming. “Nice hips, huh -”

“Hange!”

“Sorry, they’re cute,” she makes you blush, Levi covers his face and grimaces at the sight. “Breedable, really.”

“Breedable – Hange, that’s it, I’ll get anyone else!”

“No, no! It’s a good thing, you brat.”

“Uh huh,” Levi crosses his legs at the ankles, leaning back and seeing your eyes widen. “You’re scaring my fiance.”

Oh.

You much like hearing that.

After dreaming of Levi kissing you everywhere, you almost can’t face the short, aloof man alone, so this… Hange lady being here? Most welcome in fact, you’re a nervous little wreck. You’ve never woken up soaking wet and utterly confused like you were in your bed.

Soaked the damn sheets.

You hastily washed them, knowing him he’d military inspect the whole damn room or something for dust and look at you angrily if he saw your juices on the bed instead. The thoughts have you burning as Hange steps back in front of you, bowing rather than a curtsey.

“My apologies, I’m your tutor, miss,” she says all formal, hand over her heart as she lowers her head. “I was sent to help you with accounts, how to run things, and a little bit of formalities.”

“I see! Oh thank you very much,” you incline your head as well, holding your dress up to address her.

“She’ll also take you to the seamstress today, I have much to do in town, but I’ll accompany you both,” Levi says, standing and walking over, as stiff as ever, hands behind his back all formal. “Hange has a good eye for style.”

“I see, I would love the company,” you say softly, your eyes catching his, watching them soften for just a moment as he studies you. “How did you sleep last night, Sir?”

He almost chokes on air.

“Uh… well, I…”

“He looks like he slept like shit.”

“Hange!??!”

“Sorry, aha,” she backs off a bit now. “My apologies, let me go grab some tea.”

“Please fucking do,” he scowls as she runs off, stuffing her face with scones to his dismay. “I’m so sorry. I swear she’s one of the smartest people I know.”

“No please, I like her already,” he looks back at you, giggling at the sight of the rather thin woman eating like that. “She’s got that healthy appetite you mentioned.”

“Something like that,” he eyes you now carefully, and you feel it like a touch, the warmth there for a split second before his eyes go a little darker gray. “How did you sleep?”

“Quite well,” you can’t tell the truth – that you had to touch your aching cunt and find it dripping.

What would he think!?

“You, Sir?”

“Slept fine,” you can tell he looks exhausted, but you just nod now, as he takes your hand and presses a small kiss on the back of it, making your heart race.

It was perfunctory.

It was what a lord did.

Yet it melted you.

“Good morning,” he finally says, you smile softly, the sunlight filtering in and making him falter. “Your lessons start today with her. I expect nothing but excellence from you.”

“I shall aim not to disappoint,” you say quietly, as he hums and lets your hand fall – walking off.

He does that, walks off every time he has you trembling, nervous, wanting more of him.

Later that day as Hange starts to pour over numbers in her excited tone, and the two of you are in one of the elegant libraries Levi has, he can’t help but study you both, smiling as he leans in the doorway. You’re giggling as Hange is excitedly waving her eyes around, and for a moment, it feels too…

Homey.

That terrifies him.

What if he ends up falling hard, and you are just… here because you have to be? What if he looks a little too long into your pretty eyes, and he hurts himself as badly as he has done once before? Long, long ago – just a boy then, but the memories of that have helped harden him up.

You catch his gaze and grin all cute, waving over at him, when Hange demands your attention again, and Levi sighs, turning around, getting ready for his day.

He must keep a straight head.

This was an arrangement, after all, even if it would be a good one apparently, he couldn’t forget you were here for the same reason he was.

Duty.

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[nightshiftnotes]

❥ work can wait

satoru gojo x fem!reader

♡ summary: the alarm goes off at 6:47 a.m. satoru decides that’s everyone else’s problem.

♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • overstimulation • fluff • smut

♡ author’s note: apparently i wasn’t done writing clingy boyfriend gojo 😭 this technically takes place the morning after comfortable, but it can absolutely be read on its own. i hope y’all enjoy ♡

banner by @pixopix art by @naomiiocha

The alarm goes off at 6:47 AM.

You groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, but before your fingers even get close, Satoru's arm locks around your waist like a vice.

"No," he mumbles into your neck.

"Satoru—"

"Nope. Not happening."

You try to wiggle free. His grip tightens, and suddenly you're being pulled back against his chest, his other arm coming up to trap you completely.

"I have to go to work—"

"Call in sick."

"I can't just—"

"Yes, you can." He's kissing your shoulder now, your neck, the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. "Tell them you've got a fever. Tell them you're dying. Tell them Satoru Gojo is holding you hostage and won't let you leave."

"That last one is accurate."

"See? Honesty is important."

You laugh despite yourself, and he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to roll you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in about fifteen different directions, and there are pillow creases on his cheek.

He looks perfect.

"Satoru, seriously—"

"Seriously," he interrupts, kissing your collarbone, "you should call in sick."

"And what about you? Don't you have to teach?"

He lifts his head, and the grin he gives you is absolutely insufferable.

"Baby," he says, "I'm Satoru Gojo."

"…So?"

"So I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."

You stare at him. "That's not how jobs work."

"It's how my job works."

"You're the worst."

"And yet." He kisses your jaw. "You love me anyway."

"Debatable right now."

"Liar." He's moving lower, kissing down your throat, your chest. "You're obsessed with me. Admit it."

"I'm not admitting anything until you let me turn off that alarm."

"Fine." He reaches over without looking, fumbling for your phone, and somehow manages to silence it. "There. Problem solved. Now stay in bed with me."

"Satoru—"

"Please?" He's looking up at you now, and his eyes are doing that thing—that stupid, unfair thing where they go all soft and earnest. "I just wanna spend the morning with you. Is that so bad?"

You sigh. "You're impossible."

"Is that a yes?"

"…I'll text my boss."

"Yes." He pumps his fist in victory, and you can't help but laugh.

"You're such a child."

"Your child," he corrects. "Besides, I already texted Yaga that I'm not coming in."

"You what?"

"Told him I had a personal emergency." He's grinning now, completely shameless. "Very serious. Life-threatening, even."

"Satoru—"

"What? It's true. If I don't spend the morning worshipping my girlfriend, I might actually die. Medical fact."

"That's not a medical fact."

"It is now." He's kissing your neck again, and his hands are sliding up your sides. "Besides, those first-years can handle basic curse theory without me for one day. And if they can't, I'll just teleport one of them into the Pacific Ocean next week. Builds character."

You snort. "You're not going to teleport a student into the ocean."

"You're right. Too much paperwork." He grins against your skin. "I'll just make them run laps until they puke. Much simpler."

"You're terrible." You swat at his shoulder, but you're laughing.

"And you love me." His hands are still on your waist, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt. "Now text your boss so I can have you all to myself."

You grab your phone, squinting at the screen. "What am I even supposed to say?"

"Tell them you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You're lovesick. Counts."

You snort. "That's the worst thing you've ever said."

"Objectively untrue. Remember when I told Megumi that—"

"I'm texting." You type out a quick message about not feeling well, and the second you hit send, you try to roll away to put your phone back on the nightstand.

Satoru's arms lock around you immediately.

"Nope."

"I'm just putting my phone down—"

"Don't care. You're staying right here." He pulls you back against his chest, burying his face in your neck. "Mine now."

"Satoru—"

"Shh. Cuddling."

You laugh despite yourself, settling back against him. His arms are wrapped around you completely, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other coming up to play with your hair.

"You're being clingy."

"Mm-hmm." He's not even denying it. His fingers are running through your hair slowly, and you can feel him breathing against your neck. "Problem?"

"No," you admit. "Just… pointing it out."

"Good." He kisses your shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go."

You just lie there together for a little while. His hand keeps moving through your hair, occasionally trailing down to trace your jaw, your collarbone. It's comfortable. Warm. You're already half asleep again when he moves slightly behind you.

"Baby?"

"Mm?"

"Can you roll over? Wanna see your face."

You turn in his arms, and immediately his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and he's looking at you with that soft expression that makes your heart do stupid things.

"Hi, baby.” he says.

"Hi weirdo.”

"You're so pretty in the morning."

"I haven't even washed my face."

"Don't care." He leans in, kissing you softly. "Still pretty."

You kiss him back, slow and lazy, and his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close. It's not urgent, it’s just sweet and affectionate. His other hand is on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through your shirt.

When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Say it again."

"I love you, you absolute menace."

He grins. "Perfect." Then he's kissing you again, a little deeper this time, and you feel his hand slide up your side.

"Satoru—"

"What?" He's kissing your jaw now, your neck. "I'm just kissing you."

"Your hand is—"

"Also just existing." But his thumb is brushing the underside of your breast now, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

"Debatable."

He pulls back to look at you, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression. "Stay in bed with me? Please?"

"We already texted work—"

"I know, but—" He's playing with the hem of your shirt now, fingers slipping just barely underneath to touch your skin. "I just… I really want you right now. Like, really want you."

"I can tell."

"Can you?" He presses his hips forward slightly, and yeah. You can definitely tell. "Because I'm trying to be patient, but you're making it very difficult."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're existing. That's enough." He's kissing your collarbone now, and his hand slides higher under your shirt. "You're so soft. How are you so soft?"

"Satoru—"

"And you smell good. Why do you smell so good?" He's practically whining now. "It's not fair."

You can't help but laugh. "Are you seriously complaining about me smelling good?"

"Yes. It's distracting." He bites down gently on your shoulder. "Everything about you is distracting. It's a problem."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It is a me problem." He lifts his head to look at you, and his hair is even more disheveled than before. "I'm obsessed with you. It's embarrassing."

"Is it?"

"Little bit, yeah." He grins, his thumb brushing your side. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is?"

"What?"

"You bring the Satoru Gojo down to his knees."

You blink up at him. “…That's an incredibly narcissistic way to phrase that."

"It is." He nods solemnly. "Also true. Very impressive feat."

You're laughing now, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his hand sliding higher. "But I'm okay with it."

You're about to respond when he kisses you again and it’s deeper this time, and more insistent. His hand finally reaches your breast, cupping it through your shirt, and you gasp into his mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Can I—can I take this off?"

"My shirt?"

"Yeah." He's already tugging at it. "Please?"

"You're so needy."

"I know." He's not even ashamed. "I'm very needy. For you. Always."

You lift your arms, and he pulls your shirt off slowly, his eyes tracking every inch of your newly revealed skin. When he finally gets it over your head, he just stares.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just—" He shakes his head. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"You've said that."

"I'll say it again." His hands are on your ribs now, thumbs stroking your skin. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I'm serious." He leans down, kissing between your breasts. "I wake up every morning and you're here, and I still can't believe it sometimes."

Your heart flutters. "You're being sappy."

"I'm being honest." He looks up at you, and his face looks so soft and sweet. "Can't help it." He's kissing your breast now, tongue circling your nipple. "You make me sappy."

"Mm—that's—"

"Good?" His hand finds your other breast, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple. "You like that?"

"Yes—"

"Good." He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention. "Love the sounds you make. Could listen to them all day."

His hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, and you feel him smile against your skin.

"These should come off too."

"Should they?"

"Definitely." He hooks his fingers into the fabric. "Can I?"

"So polite all of a sudden."

"I'm always polite." He's kissing down your stomach now. "I'm a gentleman."

"You're really not."

"Rude." But he's grinning, and he's sliding your underwear down slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. "I'm extremely gentlemanly."

"You held me hostage five minutes ago."

"See? Gentleman." He's at your hip bones now, and he bites down gently. "A respectful gentleman."

You're laughing again now, and he looks up at you with that insufferable smirk.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You're ridiculous."

"And you love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?" He bites your inner thigh, making you jump. "Take it back."

"Make me."

His eyes flash. "Oh, I will." His hands are on your thighs now, spreading them apart. "I'm gonna make you take back every mean thing you've ever said to me."

"That'll take a while."

"Good thing we have all morning." He settles between your legs, and his breath is warm against your skin. "You're awfully mouthy for someone who called me a gentleman."

"I'm not being—oh—"

He's kissing your inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, and his hands are gripping your legs possessively.

"What was that?" He grins up at you. "Couldn't hear you."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." He's moving higher now, and you can feel your breath catching. "You love me." He kisses your inner thigh. "That's what matters."

He kisses your other thigh. "Now let me show you how much I love you."

Then his mouth is on you, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.

He takes his time, with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue that make your toes curl. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you try to close them on instinct, he just pushes them wider.

"Uh-uh," he murmurs against you. "Stay open for me. Wanna see all of you."

"Fuck—"

"That's it." His tongue circles your clit, and you gasp. "Let me hear you."

"Ahh—Satoru—“

His tongue flattens against you, drags up slowly, then flicks at your clit. Your hips buck up. He keeps doing the same motion, but faster this time, and your fingers twist in the sheets.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and the vibration makes you whimper. "Could do this all day… Might actually do this all day."

"Please—"

"Please what?" He lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his mouth is wet, his eyes are dark. "Tell me what you need."

"More—I need—"

"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside you, and curls them up, reaching that spot that makes your legs tingle, and your back arches off the bed. "This?"

"Yes—"

His mouth is back on your clit. His fingers pump in and out, curling on every thrust. You can't think. You can barely breathe.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

His fingers curl harder. His tongue flicks faster. You start closing your thighs around him, but he holds them open. Your breathing gets ragged, desperate—

Heat floods through you. You cry out his name, your hands tangling in his hair.

He doesn't stop.

His fingers keep moving, gentler now, and his tongue has gone soft but it's still there, still circling, lapping at your entrance. You're shaking, gasping, and you think he's going to pull away.

He doesn't.

"Satoru—wait—I just—"

"I know." He looks up at you. His pupils are dilated, almost completely covering the blue. "Gonna make you come again."

"I can't—"

"Oh, you can." He adds a third finger, stretching you. "You're gonna come on my tongue again, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"Fuck—"

His mouth is back on you, and this time he's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. The sensitivity from your first orgasm makes everything sharper, and you're already climbing toward another one embarrassingly fast.

"That's it," he groans against you. "Feel how wet you are? All for me. You're so good, baby. You're unreal. You're actually gonna be the death of me one day."

His free hand slides up your body, finds your breast and squeezes.

You break.

Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first. You're crying out his name, your whole body shaking, and he's still not stopping.

"Satoru—please—"

He finally pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down, trembling and gasping.

"Fuck," you breathe.

"Good?" He's grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're so smug."

"I have reason to be." He crawls back up your body, and you can taste yourself when he kisses you. "You're beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"

"You've mentioned it."

"I'll mention it again." His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I earned it." His hand slides down your side. "And I'm not done with you yet, baby."

"Of course you're not."

"What can I say?" He's positioning himself between your legs now, and you can feel how hard he is. "I'm obsessed with you. Can't help myself."

He lines himself up, and when he starts to push inside, you gasp. He's so big—you know this—but the stretch is always still so intense.

"Okay?" His voice is strained as he goes slowly, inch by inch.

"Give me a minute—"

He stops, buried halfway, and you can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back for you. "Okay, baby. Take your time."

You breathe through it, adjusting, and after a moment, you whisper, "Okay, you can move."

"Thank god," he groans, pushing all the way in until he's completely buried.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice cracks. "You feel so good."

He starts moving. Slow, controlled thrusts that make you gasp. Then he hooks one of your legs higher, pushing it up toward your chest, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper.

"Satoru—"

"There we go." He's watching your face. "Love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful."

"You're—ah—ridiculous—"

"Ridiculously in love with you, yeah." He thrusts harder, and you cry out. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His rhythm picks up, each thrust deliberate and deep, and he's still watching your face like he's memorizing every expression.

"You always take me so well," he groans. "Like you were made for me, baby."

"Maybe I was—oh god—"

"Fuck, yes." His hand finds your other leg, pushing it up too. "Say that again."

"Ahh—Made for you—"

"That's right." His thrusts become harder, more desperate. "All mine, baby. Fuck."

He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and you come apart. You're screaming out broken attempts of his name, your whole body shivering uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby—not yet—"

Before you can even process what's happening, he's pulling out and flipping you over. His hands grip your hips, pulling them up, and you feel him slide a pillow underneath.

"Ass up for me, baby."

You're still shaking from your orgasm, but you do what he asks. His hand slides down your spine slowly and possessively.

"Fuck, look at you." He squeezes your ass, and you hear him groan.

Then he's pushing back inside. The new angle makes you gasp. He's so deep like this, and when he starts moving, each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you. You swear you can feel him in your lungs.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"That's it, baby." His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. "So fucking good."

He sets a punishing rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building fast. The sensitivity from your last one makes everything feel like you might actually break apart, and when his hand slides around to your clit, you moan loudly into the mattress, almost screaming.

"You gonna come for me again?" His voice is rough and teasing now. "Can feel how close you are, baby. You're so fucking tight around me."

"Yes—please—"

His fingers circle your clit faster. You're right on the edge, so close—

You break.

You let out a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him. He groans, and it sounds almost pained. His thrusts slow down, getting deeper and more deliberate. He's not chasing anything anymore, he's just feeling the way you're squeezing him.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice breaks, desperate and raw. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus, you're actually gonna be the death of me."

His hips move slower now, almost grinding into you, and you can feel him shaking. He's breathing hard against your back, completely overwhelmed, and then his whole body goes almost rigid before he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.

"Fuck," he breathes, and he sounds completely undone. "I love you so much. Fuck—you wreck me, baby."

You both just stay like that for a few minutes, tangled together, breathing hard, his heart pounding against your back.

Then he moves, rolling onto his back next to you, pulling you with him so you're still close. His arm stays wrapped around you, and when you look at him, his eyes are soft and completely open.

You don't think. You just move, climbing into his lap and kissing him, slow and deep and full of all the love and need you feel for him. His hands immediately find your waist, holding you like you're the only thing that matters.

"Come here," he says, and it's almost pleading.

You're already straddling him, and when you sink down onto him, you both groan into each other's mouths.

"That's it, baby," he breathes against your lips. "Just like that. Fuck—"

You start to move, rolling your hips. His head falls back against the pillow. His eyes stay locked on you though, watching every movement.

"God, yes—" He grips your hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good. That's my girl."

"Satoru—"

"I know, baby. I know." He's guiding you faster now, helping you move. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."

Your thighs are burning, but you don't care. You can feel yourself getting close again.

"That's it," he groans, watching you. "Use me, baby. Please. Take what you need. You know I love it when you do."

"Fuck—Satoru—"

"I know. I can feel it." His hips start moving too, thrusting up to meet you, and the added force makes you cry out. "Come for me, baby. Wanna watch your beautiful face when you fall apart on me."

He's fucking up into you now, hard and fast, and his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit.

You shatter. You're letting out breathy and high pitched moans.

"Fuck, yes—" He's still moving, still thrusting up into you. "So fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this forever, baby."

You're still shivering, still coming down, when you feel his stomach tighten under you.

"Baby—fuck—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," you whisper. "Please, Satoru."

That's all it takes.

"Fuck—baby—I love you—fuck—" His words are broken and desperate. His hips snap up hard. "So good—you're *so good—*you're mine—"

He grips your hips so tightly it almost hurts, and you feel him pulse inside you as he comes, his whole body shuddering. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, and he's still murmuring against your skin. "Fuck—you're everything, baby—never letting you go—"

You're both breathing hard, shaking, and he's still buried deep inside you. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding.

"Fuck," he breathes.

"…Yeah." you breathe.

He laughs weakly, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are hazy and that breathtaking sky blue again. "That was—I don't even have words."

"Mhmm." you mumble.

He's kissing your face now—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do with you?"

"Satoru—"

His hands are running over your skin, like he can't bear to stop touching you. " You're the only one that gets me like this."

"You're being sappy again."

He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest. "Only for you, baby. Only ever for you."

"I love you too," you say softly.

He's quiet, just holding you, his fingers tracing patterns on your back for a while.

"We should probably shower," you murmur eventually.

"Later." His grip tightens. "Right now I just wanna hold you."

"Clingy."

"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."

"I think I can handle 'the Satoru Gojo'" you say laughing.

"Good." He kisses the top of your head. "Because I'm never letting you go."

"Sounds like a threat."

"Mmm."

And you lie there in his arms, the morning sun streaming through the window, his hands still moving over your skin in gentle swirling patterns, and yeah— forever sounds pretty fucking good. 

[tonycries]

Prince!Gojo who doesn’t care about all the primness and the properness—the rules claiming that only a princess shall marry a prince. Prince!Gojo who was raised alongside you - the knight, his best friend, amongst the King’s greatest fighters - and never saw you as anything other than perfect for him. And him, for you? Prince!Gojo whose been betrothed since before he knew what the word meant—but the night before she arrives, he clasps you by the hand. “Run away with me?”

[monstersflashlight]

playing into how our orc boyfriemd likes us in sundresses could we please get a story where he does bend us over in a reastraunt bathroom please! (Also Fem! Reader please)

A/N: Added to the requests, @lilith-meadows sent me this post (a long time ago), which I think fits the story. Enjoy!

Desperate

Orc x fem!reader || shibari, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, (very light) dirty talk, semi-public sex, teasing

It all started with a new sundress.

You bought it on a whim because that color looked pretty on you, and when your boyfriend asked you on a date, you knew you had to wear it. The second his eyes landed on you, his nostrils were flaring and his whole body was tense.

You tried to act nonchalant while you leaned down to tie your sandals. You knew in that position your ass was fully exposed, only a tiny thong covering (or not covering at all, more like) your pussy. He grunted and reached for you, but you were fast enough to swat his hands away and giggle, telling him about the reservation.

He grumbled all the way to the restaurant. And it only got worse and worse while you continued to tease him moaning around the food, licking the spoon a bit more than necessary, making sure you leaned over the table just enough to give him a glimpse of your cleavage that looked completely indecent because you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

Your plan to drive him insane was working, and you couldn’t wait until he snapped. It took him a bit longer than you anticipated, letting you finish your food before you excused yourself to the bathroom.

You had barely walked in when his big green body pressed you against the door. You were giggling when his hands started to grope your body, lowering the neckline of your dress so your boobs were hanging over it and licking them frantically. You were moaning and holding onto his hair for dear life in seconds, his tusks gracing your skin in the most tantalizing way.

It was fast and rushed, he pushed your thong to the side while he lowered his pants just enough so his green dick was proudly pointing at you. You lowered your chest, exposing your ass to him, and he grunted, pleased but clearly annoyed that your plan worked.

You should have known better than to trust him to give you what you want when you are so cunning about it. He thrust his dick inside of you with force, but the second you accommodated to his girth, the real torture began. He fucked you so slowly, you felt every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging along your inner walls, driving you insane with pleasure but, most of all, with need.

Your voice was almost rough after begging him to go rougher for so long. To give you more. But he didn’t. He was just staring at you and slowly fucking you until your pussy was messy with your juices and he was chuckling behind you. This pleasurable torture would take as long as he wanted, and you would have to endure.

Or so he thought.

Your cries became louder, fully understanding that there were people outside that bathroom that could hear you. If there was something your orc boyfriend hated, it was to share any part of you. He loved to make you scream, yes, but only when it was for him and him alone. Playing with his jealousy was a low blow, but a gal had to do what a gal had to do.

“If you want rough, you’ll get rough,” is all he muttered before pulling out of you wan accommodating his huge green dick back into his pants. You looked at him, confused and so aroused you could barely think anymore. “Get it together. We’re going home.”

He helped you look somewhat presentable, but looking in the mirror you realized there was no way of hiding what you two were doing in the bathroom. Not that he cared when he pulled you away, throwing a few bills on the table as he walked past it. Your dessert forgotten on the table while you giggled.

You shouldn’t have giggled.

The second you were home, he was carrying you to the bedroom, setting you down and ripping your dress off your body in one swift motion that left you breathless.

When he ordered you to the bed and started searching for the ropes he kept hidden in a pink box in your shared wardrobe, you could feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs. The pent-up frustration of a failed orgasm in the restaurant adds to your desperation for him.

He tied you down thoroughly, making sure all your important parts were exposed, making sure all your sensitive areas were cradled by the softness of the rope.

And by the time he was done wrapping you, your brain had ascended to another dimension where things were simpler and your body was his complete. To do what he pleased. To do what he wanted. And you craved it all.

Your orc boyfriend looked like a green god on top of you when his hands finally pushed your thong to the side and slipped his hard as a rock dick inside of you. The moans that escaped your throat were sinful, and he looked like he wanted to destroy you.

He fucked you fast, pinching and rubbing every sensitive place of your body to drive you higher and higher and higher. And still you asked for more. You begged him to go harder, faster, to bring you to orgasm with all his might. And he, like the sweet guy he was under all that green dominant attitude, complied.

It was rough and brutal, and you were no more than his fleshlight while he used you like a toy. You were tied and moaning, enjoying every single second of it.

The second his fingers found your clit, everything disappeared. The universe and the stars merged inside your chest while your whole body shook with the force of an earth shattering orgasm. You were screaming his name, and he was grabbing onto the ropes around your body for dear life as he spilled everything inside of you.

At the end of the day, that little dress was the best thing you’ve ever gotten.

[6x-x9]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝒦.𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ་༘ ִֶָ ࣪˖ is fighting demons while his gf tries on bikini's at the mall.

꒰𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋮⋮ fem!reader ⋮⋮ bikini try ons ⋮⋮ reader is implied to be curvy ⋮⋮ semi-public sex ⋮⋮ sex in a changing stall ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱

Bikini season had the mall packed with bright lights and summer music humming through the speakers. You dragged Choso into the swimwear store with a bright smile, your hand tight in his. The racks were full of tiny colorful strings and triangles that barely covered anything. You picked out a few sets and headed straight for the changing stalls at the back. The store worker hovered nearby, polite and ready to help if needed.

You pushed open the door to the biggest stall and pulled Choso inside with you before he could protest. The space was tiny, meant for one person. The little bench along the wall could barely accommodate his large body. He sat down heavily, knees spread wide because there was no room otherwise. His face was already flushed, hazel eyes dark and watching you with that shy hunger he could never hide.

You thought having him in here would be nice... that he could sit quietly while you undressed and give him a private show as you modelled the bikinis. Perfect way to tease your boyfriend on a hot day, right?

The door clicked shut. You turned to face him, hands already reaching for the hem of your top. "Ready to see me try these on, baby?"

Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.

You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"

He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.

You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.

"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.

You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.

Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."

You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.

And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.

The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"

You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."

Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."

As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.

"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"

He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."

You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.

You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."

The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"

You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."

Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.

The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.

You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."

Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.

You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."

He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.

"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."

Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."

You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.

"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.

Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.

"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."

You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.

"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.

You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."

Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.

"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.

He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.

Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.

"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.

You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."

He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.

When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.

You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."

Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.

He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.

"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."

Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"

You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"

He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.

You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.

"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"

Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.

[indiewritesxoxo]

knocked out up!

getting back shots in someone else's bed post-breakup is fun - until you have a bump to show for it a few months later

synopsis: your former best friend has been in love with you long before you ran into him after breaking things off with your boyfriend. and he won't hesitate to show you this time around.

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

content: mdni, pregnancy, friends to strangers to coparents, messy relationship history, ex-bf!Gojo, leaving a toxic relationship, one night stand, oral (f! receiving), face sitting, reverse cowgirl, multiple positions + povs, sukuna is obsessed, reader stands up for herself, pining, more tags in individual chapters

index

mistake | first taste

the way things are | criminal

honey | across the universe

dividers by @bronzewasp

[indiewritesxoxo]

knocked out up! the way things are | chapter index

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

cw: fluff + angst, unplanned pregnancy, Sukuna being a big softie, domestic dilf!

Sukuna was pretty sure his brain stopped functioning the second the words 'I'm pregnant' left your lips.

It was like some painfully simple math problem that he knew he should be able to solve, but couldn't come up with the answer.

You plus him plus broken condom equalled baby.

What was so hard to understand about that?

So he stood and stared like a fucking idiot while you scrambled to get out of the room while reaching in your purse, murmuring awkward apologies and keeping your head down as if it was something to be embarrassed about and not the best news he'd ever heard.

And like the moron he'd been for ever thinking he could move on from you, he just watched as you shoved something in his hand and slipped out the door before he even blinked.

It took him a few seconds to look down, to pull himself together enough to function on more than just instinct, and the realization of what was pressed into his palm made his heart stall.

What would be next? His lungs? His hearing?

He didn't mind being held hostage if it was you. Even the embarrassment of being completely and utterly stunned by this could be overlooked, enough that he wished you would've stuck around to see it sink in on his face when he stared at the ultrasound photos.

You were going to have his baby.

The thought was still doing loops in his brain hours later, stumbling out the front door of his building with two destinations in mind. First, picking up food to feed his future wife and child. Second, seeing said future wife and kissing your stomach enough times to show you he wasn't fucking going anywhere.

But outside the restaurant, he noticed a small little shop a few doors down, baby clothes in the window and a crib on display.

His feet took him there, shuffling through the racks of tiny onesies and obnoxiously little shoes hanging up on the ends of the aisle until he found a little pink dress, picturing a baby with chubby cheeks and your eyes, wearing it and babbling at him, tugging at his clothes with clumsy fingers.

He didn't bother looking at the price tag before grabbing it.

But he ended up leaving the store with a shopping bag full of neatly folded baby clothes and a call from his bank asking if it was a fraudulent purchase.

He'd buy anything for you though. Spend whatever he had to if it meant you and his baby would be comfortable.

If only you'd open your fucking front door and see that.

"It's me," He called out, knuckles hitting the wood and waiting for you. He could hear your tv on inside, and your car was parked out front, but either you were ignoring him or you'd suddenly gone deaf in the a matter of hours.

Shit.

He glanced down to the bags in his hand, dinner probably cold. "I brought food."

You answered the door two minutes later, wiping away a little blob of toothpaste stuck to the corner of your mouth and staring down at the floor rather than him. Stepping aside to let him in, a painfully awkward silence filling the room.

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom," You mumbled, shutting the door behind him. "Nauseous."

"S'fine," He gruffly said, struggling to play it cool as he studied your apartment, tried to take note of your taste in furniture and art, what kind of stuff you liked.

He shoved the bags towards you, and you just stared for a long second before accepting.

"What's this?" You hesitantly asked.

"Thought you might be hungry," Sukuna admitted. The correct word would be worried, but he wasn't sure if that would scare you off. "And, uh, just some baby stuff."

The word still sounded foreign on his tongue.

Like all of this was still happening to someone else and not him.

"You bought baby stuff?" You weren't even trying to be mean. Disbelief betraying your voice, lips hanging parted and jaw slack when you plucked out the pink dress from the top of the stack inside the bag. Sitting everything else down on the counter so you could pinch the little straps between your fingers and hold it up in the air. "This?"

"Yeah," Sukuna defensively grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

"Do you want this baby?" You blinked hard, and Sukuna felt sick when he saw the tears brimming behind your lashes. The anxiety in your eyes.

"Duh."

He felt like an idiot. Knew he was probably scowling and frowning but he didn't know what face to make. How to make it sound pretty for you.

"Duh?" You echoed, some of your sarcasm returning as you rolled your eyes at him.

"It's ours." He said it like it was obvious. But if he was being absolutely fucking honest, even if you'd shown up today with Satoru's baby, he still would've offered to raise it with you.

Your side was the only place worth staying.

"Y'know, if you just feel obligated-" You started, still suspicious, swallowing the lump in your throat when he stepped closer.

His hands found your waist like it was second nature, pulling you in until your chest was against his. Your fist closing around the dress, holding it against yourself while you looked up at him with that pretty pout that had stolen his heart years ago.

The soft spot in his heart had always belonged to you. But he guessed he could make room for one more person.

"You really want me to spell it out for you?" He grunted, and this close, his nose was brushing against yours, his brain and body begging him to kiss you - that you were really all his now.

"Yeah, actually," You breathed.

"I want you. I want our baby," He forced himself to say it, the confession hanging as heavy in the air as it did in his chest. "If you want a stupid fucking white picket fence, I'll build it. A ring on your finger? I'll buy it, okay?"

"You can't-" You started protesting, brows knitted together as you peered up at him wide-eyed.

"I can," He interrupted, before you could offer up a million reasons a lesser man would leave.

"You'll change your mind," You frowned. It wasn't that you thought less of him, or that you were fishing for reassurance. You acted so certain, a sharp edge to your voice. "Want someone else."

"My mind's been set on you since the first time you slept in my bed," He scoffed. "I'm welcome to suggestions if you know how to change it."

You bit your bottom lip, turning your head so he wouldn't see your smile. He let go of your waist to tilt your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips.

It wasn't anything like him.

All the things he didn't know how to be. Soft. Tender. Delicate. But he would try. Attempt to not break you. To not completely fuck this up. To turn his fire, all the smoke and flames into something contained to keep you warm.

It was easy to believe he could when you kissed him back. Until you abruptly broke away.

"I don't want to date you just because of the baby," You muttered, disappointment you were trying to discard evident in the lines of your face, the clench of your jaw. "If that's what this is, I mean-"

"I'm here because of you, brat," He grunted, refusing to let this chance slip away.

You didn't know how to process it. How to let him in to more than just your living room.

But maybe you both could learn.

"What happens next?" You asked, somehow still clueless to the fact he'd giftwrapped his heart and handed it to you on a silver platter. That next now meant the rest of your lives would be tied together so tightly you could never untangle it.

"No fucking clue."

divider by @bronzewasp

[indiewritesxoxo]

knocked out up!

first taste | chapter index

getting back shots in someone else's bed post-breakup is fun - until you have a bump to show for it a few months later

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

content: mdni, pregnancy, friends to strangers to co-parents, messy relationship history, ex-bf!Gojo, leaving a toxic relationship, one night stand, oral (f! receiving), face sitting, reverse cowgirl, multiple positions + povs, condom breaking, sukuna is obsessed, pining

art by @winterrbluess + divider by @bronzewasp <3

Getting dumped and knocked up in two hours was probably a new world record.

Clingy, your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend called you. Too fucking busy to text you back half the time and too tired to pay you an ounce of attention when he did make the time for you. You guessed you weren't even worth the effort it took to show up to the stupid date you'd been looking forward to all week - just getting his can't make it message when you were already all dressed up and parked outside his favorite restaurant.

Gojo didn't even pick up your call.

Just coldly suggested you needed to take a break if you couldn't handle his schedule. Like his hours were what bothered you instead of his attitude.

So why should you fight for something he clearly had no interest in saving?

Even if cancelling the reservation felt like nailing the coffin shut on years of your relationship, you blocked his number, but instead of going home to box up his stuff, you pulled up directions to the nearest bar.

You noticed him on drink number three.

But he'd been watching you since you stepped inside.

If he recognized you (he absolutely did), you couldn't tell, his piercing gaze looking straight through you before going back to scanning the crowded room. It's not like he'd have any interest in you outside of your now non-existent connection to Gojo. So what if once-upon-a-time you'd all went to college together? If you shared lunches and test answers with him before everything went to shit?

Those two had issues.

The sort that usually got settled in bar fights rather than social media comment sections. You didn't know how it started and Satoru Gojo refused to ever share, but the competition between him and your former friend hadn't died years after you all graduated, it seemed. They went into the same industry post-college, worked at competing companies, a rivalry both refused to put an end to long after they stopped playing the same sport.

Gojo kept you out of it though, but you guessed he'd been keeping you out of everything lately too.

You were painfully aware of how not-drunk you were, the buzz not even there, the warmth in your chest feeling more like a fever than a pleasant fuzz. You nudged your still unfinished drink forward, starting to consider this as just another terrible idea to wrap up a terrible day, about to push up off the counter to stand when you felt the pressure shift, the weight of someone's presence lingering behind you suddenly choking the air out of your lungs when you glanced back over your shoulder just for him to practically tower over you.

"Your boyfriend know you're out here drinking alone?" Sukuna scoffed, his disgust dripping down at you. His muscled arms were folded across his chest, veins bulging against his smooth skin, a tight scowl on his lips.

"He's not my boyfriend anymore, so if you want to be an asshole, go bother someone else," You returned his glare, shrugging your purse higher up over your shoulder.

"Yeah? You finally dumped that loser?" He actually laughed. "Or is he even dumber than I thought?"

You weren't about to answer and throw the last scraps of your dignity in the trash to explain to Sukuna that you just got your heart crushed via text.

But your silence was enough to clue him in anyway.

"No fucking way," He chuckled again, low and gruff, the warm overhead lights of the bar casting an amused glint in his eyes as his lips curled up in an almost cruel smirk.

"Shut up," You grumbled, sliding off your barstool to stand up, wobbling a little in your too-high heels just for one of his annoyingly strong arms to steady you.

"Poor princess," He teased, mocking your pout, a hand planted on your waist to pull you in. But there was a low vibration to his voice, almost a purr, like he was flirting with you.

Which was absurd.

Ever since you started dating Gojo, he'd been nothing but nasty. Snide comments about your awful taste and remarks about how long it'd take before you realized what an idiot you were. Each jab only fracturing your friendship more, the distance digging itself deeper in the years after school. It'd gotten annoying enough that you'd stopped talking to him entirely a couple years ago after Gojo kept pestering you about answering his texts. Although, you couldn't exactly say Sukuna missed the mark now.

"So you're finally done with him?" He murmured, leaning in enough for his warm breath to send a shudder down your spine.

You could feel the blush burning under your cheeks, but the real warmth was pooling elsewhere. You shifted on instinct, pressing your thighs a little tighter together.

And okay, it had been a while since the last time you had sex. Your bed was probably as cold as the rest of your relationship. But the more you tried to convince yourself that was why he was having such an effect on you, the less you were sure.

"Guess I'm just too clingy for him to handle," You shrugged, feeling a little pathetic even as you excused it. Too needy just for needing him to act like your stupid fucking boyfriend and put you first for once.

"And what'd I tell you years ago?" Sukuna hummed, and you didn't need to look over your shoulder to know he was rolling his eyes.

"Don't be a dick," You scolded, stepping away and towards the exit.

"Don't act like you didn't miss me," He scoffed back, his shadow sticking to you like a second skin, his thumb dragging over the outline of your panties barely visible under your dress.

"I didn't," You bluffed.

"Liar."

"If you try to say I told you so again, I swear to God-" You started to threaten, scowling at him before his lips landed on yours to interrupt.

He was a few years too late.

His possessive grip shifting around to your ass, cupping and squeezing like no one else was around - although, no one was even looking, and you were pulling away with your mouth still hanging open.

"You're just as bad as him," You mumbled, wiping the corner of your mouth and slipping out of his grasp to hurry out the front door.

So what if he was right?

You had missed him. But he wasn't any different than Gojo. Both self-absorbed and self-obsessed. And maybe you had feelings for him way back when, before he'd let someone else sweep you off your feet, but you knew this was just some petty ploy to get back at Gojo. Fucking you to fuck him over.

Your body was betraying you though - the taste of bourbon on his lips and the heat of his hands on your body tempting you to let him. An annoying little voice suggesting you should fuck him, take a photo splayed out in his sheets and unblock Gojo's number just to send it.

He followed you outside, grabbing your wrist almost gently before spinning you around.

"C'mere," Sukuna sighed, his scowl softening for a second when you paused.

"What do you want from me?" You huffed, trying to stand tall, not shrink back under his searing stare.

"Everything," He answered easily, broad shoulders shrugging up. You scoffed right when he started talking again. "But I'll start with you in my bed first."

"Why?" You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess, you just wanna rub it in his face that you fucked me too?"

Sukuna clenched his jaw, the thick tendons in his throat flexing as he swallowed.

"I want you," He echoed, stepping forward to cage you in, backed up to a car you still recognized as his. Your heart skipped a beat, the nerves in your stomach twisting and curling at how close he was. How many times has you dreamed of him being inches away from you like this? Or reminisced on the days where he'd drive you around with one of those veiny hands on your thigh? "And I think you always wanted me too."

"Yeah?" You sarcastically shot back, like your pulse wasn't pounding in your ears, eyes flicking back down to the lips you used to long for.

He hadn't been interested in you then, so you moved on with the pretty blue-eyed boy who was, even if you regretted all of it now.

But why should you let Gojo dictate what or who you did anymore?

"Yeah," He grunted.

This was wrong and he was unfortunately so right but you kissed him before you could keep lying to yourself. Pulling him down to your level by his shoulders and letting his tongue slip between your lips to explore your mouth.

"Admit it," He murmured before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, your back pressed against his car. The sharp edges of his canines nipping at the spot you'd already been chewing on all night, a massive hand sliding up under your dress to ghost over your thigh, the foreign feeling of his calloused palm making you shiver.

You didn't answer him though - couldn't formulate the words to fit the feeling sitting heavy on your chest, trailing messy kisses down across his jaw to his throat. You let your own teeth scrape the tendon there, press your tongue against the pulse as you sucked a little spot just to see how much he'd tolerate from you.

A lot, considering he let you leave a handful of hickies before his jaw tensed again.

His free hand grabbed your chin between his thumb and his fingers to stop you, tilting your head up to meet his intense stare. You could sense the demand waiting on his tongue, wanting to ask more of you than you could give.

So you interrupted him this time.

"Do you want me in your bed or not?"

He was bending you over the edge of it half an hour later, ripping your panties down your thighs and prying them apart with greedy hands. Thick fingers dimpling the pliant muscles and soft skin, skimming over every inch. Impatiently tugging the zipper down your dress and readjusting you to toss it to the floor until you were stripped bare in his sheets.

"He didn't deserve you," Sukuna murmured, pausing as he traced over the curve of your ass like he was actually admiring it. "This."

Deserved was a word that had never felt comfortable in your mouth. Not when you'd heard it directed your way a thousand times before, from people who thought you never deserved Gojo.

What difference did it make it was already over?

Who dumped who and how things ended didn't change the fact your heart was the one that'd gotten crushed in the aftermath.

"Can we not talk about him?" You huffed, glancing back over your shoulder and swallowing hard at what you saw there.

Sukuna's jaw was clenched tight, his eyes dark, pupils blown with lust (although the low moonlight streaming in from his window could've tricked you it was love) as he just stared at you.

You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout, flipping over onto your back and starting to sit up. But he didn't move a muscle, even if his eyes followed every minute movement.

Watching the bounce of your breasts and the way you tucked your hair out of your face while you grabbed his wrists and tugged him closer.

"You've got me where you want me," You reminded him, tilting your head to the side. "So what are you going to do about it?"

You'd forgotten how fast Sukuna could move - one second standing still in front of you, and the next he was on the bed, dragging you up with him until he was the one on his back and you were straddling his lap.

He was still clothed, but you could feel the hard bulge throbbing through his dark jeans, face flushing at the thought it was because of you.

Sukuna's hands squeezed your hips, dragging his stare over your body one more time before he pulled you up higher, a surprised little squeak escaping as he settled you over his mouth and held you down there. His breath was cool against your exposed entrance, your own mouth falling open and about to protest before he spoke up.

"Shoulda done this years ago," He murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe over your slick slit, tracing up to wrap his mouth over your aching bundle of nerves, another strangled noise ripped from your mouth at the sudden contact.

"Wh-why didn't you?" You choked out, trembling as he sucked harshly at the bud, barely giving you time to adjust as he licked and lapped at your clit. Your hand shot out to tangle your fingers in his hair, roughly tugging at his roots right as his own hands yanked you even closer to the warmth of his mouth.

He laughed, but it was more like a small huff, his breath alone making you shudder.

"Guess I thought I had time," Sukuna drawled, the edge of his nails starting to dig into your hip, but there's was something intoxicating about the way the pain heightened the pleasure as his tongue returning to drawing messy circles and tantalizing patterns of someone who was clearly practiced at it.

You hated yourself for hating that.

As if you had any right to be jealous or insecure when before tonight it'd been what? Two years since you'd last seen him? Three?

While someone he hated had easy access to every inch of you?

His tongue pushed in, pressing flat and dragging his taste buds inside like he wanted to properly explore you. You whined as he swirled it around, savoring all of you.

He moaned, pulling you in impossibly closer while your thighs started to shake, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the whimper that wanted to leave.

"O-oh," You murmured, barely catching your breath, the air getting stuck in your throat every time you tried to exhale as he prodded deeper.

He didn't reply, too busy planting open-mouthed kisses against your cunt, diving his tongue in-and-out, picking up the pace just to slow down once he felt you start to stiffen, your grip tighten on his hair as you grinded down on his face.

Forgetting to breathe, lips damp and glossy-eyed as he returned his skilled mouth to your sore and swollen clit, like he'd be content suffocating as long as it was under you.

You were so close it hurt.

Burning with the desperation, your muscles starting to tense in the build-up, the pressure stretching your already hazy mind too-thin. You wanted to focus on him, focus on the way his tongue rolled back over your clit, how one of his hands had snuck around to cup your ass, squeezing right as he sucked hard on your aching bud.

It was his teeth that did you in.

One careful nip. Just barely grazing over, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make you snap, bent too far to do anything except break in his hands, crying his name out when you came for him.

"Kuna, fuck fuck fuck," You whimpered, lips staying parted while you tried to suck in enough air to fill your lungs while the pleasure crashed around you.

But he didn't stop, working you until you felt like putty, legs still trembling when he tossed you onto your back, the soft mattress sinking around you as he hurried to rip his shirt up over his head. Fumbling for his zipper and tugging it down before groaning as he stood up, struggling to get his jeans down past his erection.

Sliding his boxers down just for his cock to spring back up, red and leaking already, so hard it had to be painful. Palming it with a few desperate strokes as he glanced around looking for something.

"Fucking hell," He muttered, letting go to walk over to his nightstand and rummage through the drawer for a condom. "Sorry, shit, been a while for me."

"It's um, kinda been a while for me too," You admitted in a breathless stammer when you finally pulled yourself back together, watching him sheath his cock inside the condom and thinking he was putting a lot of fucking faith in its ability to stretch around him.

Sukuna glanced up, brows furrowed like he didn't quite believe what he heard.

"Seriously?"

"He's busy," You excused. Or was. You weren't used to thinking of him in the past-tense yet.

You knew what Sukuna was thinking.

That Gojo was probably busy fucking someone else if he didn't have time for you. You'd considered it a few times yourself. Despite how often he stayed over at yours, he'd never gotten rid of his old apartment, kept his own place bringing up rings and marriage without ever mentioning moving in. Had driven yourself the kind of crazy to the point of checking his phone while he showered, waited by the door for him to return home, sniffing his collar to see if it'd reek of perfume, if it'd have lipstick stains.

But you never found any proof.

Would never know either way now.

For all you knew, he could already have his tongue down some other woman's throat. Maybe he hadn't cheated on you. Maybe he was waiting for the excuse to break things off without feeling like the bad guy so he could move on.

Things hadn't been going well for a while.

You just couldn't convince yourself you were okay pretending everything was fine for an entire lifetime.

"You were wasted on him," Sukuna murmured, climbing back on the bed over you, sliding his hands over your body again, slower this time. Dragging his warm palms over your thighs, tracing the faint scratches he left on your hip and skimming over your waist until he cupped your breasts.

Tracing over your peaked nipples, rolling them between his fingers before leaning over to plant a kiss against one, dragging his tongue over it and testing how it felt to scrape his teeth across it too.

His kisses continued up your sternum to your collarbone, trailing a delicate line over the tendons of your throat to your jaw. Making his way along your body like it was a point he was proving.

"The least he could've done was worship you," Sukuna dryly muttered under his breath, a hardly disguised hint of anger lingering under the surface, the heat of his palms seeping though your skin as he finally cupped your cheeks.

"You think you could've done better?" You huffed, but your voice was too small, too nervous when his stare was so intense, his focus entirely on your face.

You didn't think so. Not really.

He might've remembered it differently.

You never forgot.

All the times he'd been cold or dismissive. All the moments he'd caught your stare and turned his head. All the seconds you spent in his arms just to be the girl he only ever claimed as a friend.

"I don't know," He confessed, a tiny glint of regret reflecting back at you in his somber stare. "But I could now."

You were so swept up in whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean to pay attention to him lining himself up with your entrance.

Then his mouth was back on yours, covering up your needy moan for more when he slipped the his swollen tip in, your tired thighs shifting to make space for him.

He tilted your chin back to deepen the kiss, like it'd distract you from the biiiig stretch of inch after inch of him, itching for all he had to give you. You were wrapping your arms around his back, holding onto his shoulder blades, tempted to leave long scratches just because you knew he'd let you.

So that he'd feel the sting in the shower and think of you in the morning after you left. Would feel it when he tossed and turned at night, when he pulled a shirt back on.

Possessive and petty and probably terrible, but you wanted to take a photo, frame it and post it to the apartment you guessed Gojo would be going home to tonight.

The tattoos alone would tell him whose place you ended up at.

You tested the skin, running the edges of your nail lightly over his shoulders, eliciting a shiver that had his head dipping down into the crook of your collarbone, groaning as he froze halfway in. Stuttering to a stop, sucking softly on your neck like you wouldn't notice he needed to compose himself so he wouldn't cum early.

"You okay?" You teased, tracing a star over his muscles as he grunted his reassurance.

"Jus' fine," He grumbled.

You weren't sure who he was trying to prove it to by bottoming out, your nails actually scratching him this time when you almost jolted, gasping as the force pushed you up on his bed. He yanked you back down, his cock forced deeper as you made a sound that was more like a mewl than anything else.

"Make that noise again," He hummed, although it seemed like a demand when his eyes were practically piercing through you, brows drawn together in concentration, spearing into you the same way and holding you in place like he could recreate it.

"It, fuck, wasn't on purpose," You murmured, eyes staring to glaze over, tears pricking at the corner, starting to get overwhelmed by the constant plunge of his cock. Muscles squeezing tighter and beginning to spasm around him, body begging for more despite how sensitive you still were.

His hips smacked harder into your skin, the bed starting to creak and whine under the weight and force of each thrust, but it was his stare that was making it hard for you to focus.

"K-Kuna," You protested, lip jutting out in a pout as you clawed at his back. "Stop staring."

"Can't," His voice was gravelly, rough as he barked out the single word.

"Why not?" You whined, loathing the soft plea it came out as when his cock was pretty much lodged in your throat.

"I like looking at you."

It wasn't the answer you expected. But that was how it went with him, you guessed.

He never said what you thought he would.

You could feel a few pricks of panic start to set in, that uncomfortable heavy weight returning to suffocate your heart at the apparent sincerity despite his gruff tone, his low pitch.

"I wanna be on top," You muttered, interrupting the moment.

He chuckled, pausing mid-thrust to raise an eyebrow.

"Now?" He asked.

"Flip over," You insisted, and he obliged.

Pulling out with a little shake of his head, laying his head back on the pillow and letting you sit up on your still unsteady legs, watching you like he didn't think you'd be able to manage it.

You flipped around so you didn't have to face him or his scrutiny, adjusting until you were slowly sinking back down, bracing yourself for the new angle.

His hands returned to your hips, letting you take the lead until you were almost halfway down, thighs shaking harder with every consecutive inch.

"Need some help?" He taunted, running his thumb over your skin in slow semi-circles.

"S-shut up," You gritted your teeth, steeling yourself to take the last few inches, already feeling too full to fit anymore from this position.

He started to laugh again, a soft sound that made the knots in your stomach pull and tug, and you dropped all the way down just to shut him up.

The deep groan you tore from him only fueled the flames of satisfaction, soothed the burn from the stretch. But his hands were suddenly no longer just accessories adorning your skin, roughly guiding you up-and-down to bounce on his lap, splitting you open until you were making noises just as loud as him.

Muscles aching for relief, thighs trembling and shaking with each thrust upwards, his cock pressing kisses to your cervix every time he speared it deeper.

"Kuna, I-" You started, shutting yourself up before you could stutter and stammer through half-incoherent nonsense.

You couldn't form sentences anymore. Eyes going glassy as you scrunched them shut, grabbing onto one of his sturdy thighs to hold yourself up.

"Nod if you need me to take over," He murmured, soft and serious, no hint of his usual condescension.

You shakily nodded, a small whimper escaping as he suddenly picked you up and placed you on your stomach, lining himself back up and slipping back inside with ease as he left another path of kisses over your back.

"That's it," His low purr was filled with gravel, his tone rough but relaxing all the same.

One of his massive hands slipping underneath your front to feel for your clit while his cock throbbing inside you. He was close, probably only holding off to make sure you finished a second time before his first.

Rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers this time right as he angled himself to find the soft spot had you almost drooling onto his bed, thankful the comforter muffled your needy moans when he pinched and pushed you over the edge.

Snapping as your body betrayed you by making a strangled sound that barely even resembled his name, melting into the mattress when he finished too. Letting his teeth sink into your skin and mark you as his while he groaned your name back.

You hadn't even realized a few stray tears had started to leave makeup streaked trails down your cheeks until you went to lift your head and noticed the dark smears on his white bedspread.

Sukuna started to pull out, the weight lifting from off your back before he froze.

"Shit." His tone was off. Crossed between concern and surprise.

"What?" You huffed, straining to force your exhausted body to shift as you twisted from his hold to glance over your shoulder.

"The condom broke."

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Really, what the fuck was Gojo doing here?

"Don't think it's your business," Sukuna snarled. He dragged his attention down from the stuck-up pout and icy blue eyes down to the big bouquet of flowers in one hand to the bag of takeout in the other, a key pinched between his fingers like he was getting ready to unlock your front door.

You had scribbled your address down on a receipt you'd found in his room the morning after when you left, throwing on your dress before he insisted you throw on one of his sweaters too. Saying you should get a plan b since the condom breaking hadn't exactly stopped you from having a second round.

Told him he should come over sometime. If he was interested.

So he did.

A week later than he planned, stuck wrapping up work issues so he'd be able to devote his free time entirely to you.

But he hadn't expected you to have company.

Or maybe intruder was a better word for the white-haired idiot in front of him.

"Of course it is," Gojo huffed.

It was easy to piss him off when it came to you. To reduce him into the sort of blind seething rage that usually ended in shoves or punches.

"Last time I checked, you lost boyfriend privileges," Sukuna smugly reminded him, a cruel smirk on his lips.

"Last time I checked, she wasn't speaking to you," Gojo snarled back, a few stray petals falling off the flowers as his hands clenched tighter around the plastic-wrapped stems.

"Yeah? I mean, would you consider moaning my name speaking?" Sukuna sarcastically replied, watching his rival's already pasty face grow whiter the moment his taunt set in.

"You're lying," Gojo breathed.

He could pull down the collar of his shirt, rub in the bite marks and hickies still staining his skin. But he settled on slipping his phone out of his pocket, showing off the photo of your pretty face asleep on his pillow instead.

"Can see why you tried to keep her all to yourself," He dryly mocked, wondering if Gojo recalled the time he once said the same words to Sukuna. His arm had been slung around yours at some stupid party, hoping to provoke Sukuna into hitting him again, like he was dumb enough to risk getting his scholarship revoked after he almost got suspended from their first real fight.

Gojo steeled his face, his usually expressive eyes freezing over to something icy and cold. Skin stretched thin over the bones of his knuckles as his hands instinctively formed fists.

"The face she makes when she cums is just so cute, right?" Sukuna hm-ed, drawing it out and watching Gojo's mouth twitch into a deeper frown.

"Hope you enjoyed it," Gojo scoffed. "Not like you'll get to see it again."

Sukuna wondered what it was like. To be so stupid and so overconfident. And yet, Gojo always somehow weaseled his way into getting whatever he wanted. Even you.

"That's up to her," Sukuna grunted back.

You wouldn't go back to Gojo. Couldn't.

Sukuna had waited years for you.

One night couldn't be all he had to show for it.

"I'm her boyfriend, so-"

"Ex," Sukuna corrected him.

"We're back together," Gojo almost spat at him, shoulders stiff as he took a step closer. To block Sukuna from the door rather than a sheer intimidation tactic. The latter wouldn't have worked anyway. "We were just on a break."

Sukuna briefly considered breaking his nose.

An assault charge was nothing he couldn't get bailed out of. Although, he'd rather not give Gojo another excuse to play the victim and run crying to you so you could kiss his fucking boo boos better.

"Does she know that?"

"Why else would I be here?" Gojo scoffed.

Sukuna didn't want to believe him. Didn't want to think you'd ever be the type to accept the bullshit he threw at you.

But he'd heard the hurt in your voice before. Seen it in your eyes, the way you shied away sometimes, self-conscious.

It wasn't that inconceivable.

You had belonged to Gojo longer than you'd ever been his in any capacity. It wasn't like Sukuna ever held your heart.

You'd offered it once, held it out and hinted at wanting him to have it, but he'd let Gojo steal it instead. Convinced that you'd see Sukuna was the better option, that you'd dump that prick and show up at his door one day.

He was a fool then. Probably now too for thinking you'd choose him this time.

What was that stupid saying from Jurassic Park?

Life finds a way?

Apparently a broken condom and a failed plan b was still proving that point years later.

You still hadn't believed the four positive tests on the bathroom counter, the swollen breasts and morning sickness you'd been doing your best to ignore until you finally forced yourself to make an actual appointment, choking out the reason over the phone.

It wasn't until you saw the blob on ultrasound that it set in.

Wasn't until they told you how far along you were that you realized whose it was.

It would be one thing if it was Gojo's. He was an asshole, but you knew what you were getting with him at least. He'd been trying to get back together anyway. Leaving gifts at your door after you changed the locks and slipping apology letters through the crack when he noticed you blocked his number. He'd probably propose, make promises about being a real family that he might even attempt to keep. But it wasn't his.

It was Sukuna's.

You had no idea how he would take it when you told him.

If you could even tell him.

The number you used to have for him didn't work. You waited for him outside his apartment one night, but he didn't come home. The longer you stood there, tapping your foot like an idiot for someone who had no idea you were even there, the worse you felt about your whole, uh, situation.

Still, it was what lead you to standing in front of his work on your lunch break, studying the tall building front, shielding your eyes from the almost blinding glare of the sun reflected in the windows.

The last time you were here had been one of the last times you spoke to him. Well, before he put a fucking baby in you.

But that had been back when he had just quit his job to start his own company up, getting a grand tour of the then empty office building. Gojo had insisted on tagging along, so of course, it ended with the two of them bickering so much you practically had to drag your then-boyfriend out of the building.

It was bustling now, people cramming in the elevators probably in a rush to clock in from their own lunch breaks. You had to wait for another one to come down, barely avoiding getting elbowed by employees bumping into you while you pressed the button for the top floor.

By the time you actually reached it though, the rest of the elevator was empty. The hallway it opened up into was quiet, big windows letting in light as your heels clicked on the linoleum.

All the nerves you'd been shutting down were back, sucking in a sharp breath as you forced yourself forward with every step.

"Do you have an appointment?" She glanced over her computer screen at you, offering a polite smile like she already knew the answer.

"No, but I need to speak with him," You tried to return her smile, to force yourself to not sound nearly as stressed as you felt.

"Sorry, but you need an appointment," She insisted, head cocked to the side.

"I'm sorry, but I know him, and-"

"You could set it up over email, or put in a request-"

"Listen, considering I'm carrying his child, I would really appreciate it if you told him I was here," You gritted your teeth, unable to keep the sharp edge from your voice as you snapped at her interruption.

It was bad enough you felt like a fucking stalker showing up like this, but what the hell were you supposed to do?

Wait outside the building like a creep for him to get off?

"I wasn't aware he had a partner," His assistant cooly said, eyes flitting down to your stomach. Even if you were showing, you doubted she'd believe you.

A more rational part of you understood.

There probably wasn't a page in the employee handbook for what to do when someone shows up saying your boss knocked them up.

"Could you please just call and give him my name and save us both the time and trouble?" You forced a tight-lipped smile, nails digging into the inside of your palms as sweat pricked on the back of your neck.

All you wanted was to get this over with and get the hell home.

You doubted he'd even fucking want it, but you figured you'd do your due diligence so you could at least say you tried.

She sighed, reluctantly picking up the phone and tapping buttons with manicured nails.

"Hi sir," She greeted, frowning as she hesitated over how to inform him. "Someone's here to see you."

It was funny how fast her expression flickered at his response once she finally spit your name out.

And how quickly the door behind her swung open.

You wanted to blame it on the baby hormones when your first thought was Sukuna looked cute.

Brows scrunched together, his usually intimidating squint traded in for something well, stunned, pink lips pushed together as he readjusted the collar of his button-up.

"Come in," He practically barked, his voice scratchy as the door creaked open wider.

You swallowed hard, shrugging your purse up higher on your shoulder and walking around his assistant's desk to follow him inside, feeling his stare studying you the entire time. He shut the door behind you with a soft thud, one of his palms pressing against the small of your back once you were close enough.

"Have you ate already?" He asked, a little awkward if anything. "I could order lunch."

This wasn't a bar or his bed. No drinks in his system and nothing to hide behind.

"I don't plan on staying that long," You muttered, glancing around his rather pristine office. His nearly kept desk and the diploma on the wall, no framed photos or personal touches scattered around.

"Yeah?"

If you weren't completely delusional, he sounded disappointed.

You couldn't tell him that if you ate, you'd probably just throw it back up.

"You changed your number," You said, smoothing out the ends of your dress. Uncomfortable was an understatement. Where to stand, what to say, none of it came naturally.

"Didn't think you still had it," He replied, amusement taking over when his hand drifted around to your side. An arm wrapped around your back to lead you to his side of the desk, and you couldn't help but wonder if he'd pull you in his lap or try to bend you over it.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Figured your boyfriend made you delete it," He scowled, his frown returning as he sat in his chair, trying to tug you on top of him. "How's he doing?"

"I wouldn't know," You shrugged, keeping your feet planted in place. "Haven't spoken to him."

His expression shifted to confused, his shirt pulled tight across his broad shoulders when he let go of you to fold his arms over his chest.

"I heard you got back together," He clenched his jaw when he spoke, irritation bleeding through his voice.

"From who?" A laugh slipped out.

As if Gojo's pride would be able to handle the fact you fucked his rival less than a few hours post-breakup if he actually found out. As if he'd be happy to play stepdad to the offspring of it either.

"Him."

"And you believed him?" You giggled.

There were plenty of words you'd pick to describe Sukuna. You never would've guessed gullible would be one of them.

Sukuna's face went slack, his palm going to cover his mouth before he buried his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment.

"God," He hissed. "Fuckin' moron."

You couldn't decide if he was referring to himself or Gojo.

"Uh-huh," You stifled another laugh, looking around his office one more time before you felt your stomach flip, a sharp wave of nausea striking you as you forced yourself to swallow the spit pooling in the back of your mouth.

Reminding you why you were really here.

"Look-"

"So you're single?" Sukuna started talking again at the same time, and you could practically feel the atoms hanging in the air between you buzzing.

Tension pulling you in, a hand sneaking it's way up your thigh underneath your skirt. Your breath hitched. Your body wanted to just melt, to give in and sit down and just sleep at the first hint of safety.

But Sukuna wasn't your boyfriend or even your friend anymore, just a stranger whose condom broke while he was buried inside you.

"I mean, yeah," You nodded, not sure how exactly to break the news that you felt like you were bursting with. The ultrasound was sitting heavy in your purse, the proof of a baby he probably wouldn't even want.

The phone rang on his desk.

He let it get to the third ring before he even glanced at it, his eyes narrowing before they shot back up to your face. You recognized the look, the one he used to have when he'd chew on the ends of his pens when he was solving a problem.

"Shit."

He sighed, one of those big ones where he forced all the air out of his chest before he begrudgingly let go of you and answered the phone.

"Yes?" He gritted his teeth, obviously disgruntled at the interruption as he grinded his back molars together. Whatever he heard irritated him more, nodding to himself before he reluctantly opened his mouth to speak again. "Fine. I'll be there."

The clatter of plastic hitting plastic echoed in the empty office as he hung it back up, the coiled cord tangling together in his hurry. You just watched him gather the stuff on his desk, studying his long fingers and flexing tendons on the back of his hands.

"Listen, I have to attend this stupid meeting, but it won't take long. Stay here, or if you have to go, my assistant can give you my new number," Sukuna was already picking up his laptop, tucking it under his arm and starting towards the door, only stopping to squeeze your wrist like he was tempted to take you with him.

His intense eyes flickering away, sucking in a harsh breath. Your chest hurt. Ached with the anticipation that the second you spilled the secret all the softness in his face would harden again.

"Actually, I'll come over ton-"

"I'm pregnant."

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[slllieeepyy]

nerd!choso is… bigger than expected

mdni 🔞

that thing has to be at least 11 inches. is that even healthy?

you never expected to be sprawled across your biology lab partners bed, pussy bare and aching, while he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you.

your eyes were wide as he finally tugged his boxers down. it had taken some convincing, because he had been mumbling something about “i don’t wanna hurt you” and relentlessly asking if you were sure. you had just assumed he was nervous.

which he absolutely was, you were his first everything after all, but really, he might’ve been even more nervous for you.

his dick was long, pink, and leaking. it had a slight curve and a large vein going up the underside.

much bigger than any you’d ever seen before, and probably any you would ever see again.

“uh.. is it- are you okay? i- i know it’s big…” he muttered, noticing your wide eyed expression. he reached out, placing a hand on your calf and stroking gently.

“mm- no, it’s good, cho. i just.. didn’t expect it.” you mutter lowly, attempting to keep your voice calm while staring at what was about to impale you in a matter of minutes.

choso nodded, crawling up the bed between your legs. he settled above you, hands on your hips firmly as he aligned himself with your entrance.

you felt his blunt tip poking against your lips, making you exhale sharply.

“j-just.. go slow, okay?” you mumble, not wanting to sound nervous. you had experience, you were supposed to be the one guiding him, right? how did the roles reverse so quick?

he nodded. “tell me to stop, okay..?” were the last words leaving his mouth before he slowly began pushing in, inch by inch, knocking the wind out of you with each one.

you whimpered at the fullness, and he was barely half way in. each of your sounds, whether from pain or pleasure, made choso’s hips pause to check if you were okay.

after a minute of going slowly and letting you adjust, he was finally in all the way. he stared into your eyes so deeply, his face flushed, breaths heavy.

“does it feel okay?” he asked quietly, brows pulled together nervously, like all he was concerned about was your pleasure.

you nod, breathing shakily and wrapping your legs around his waist. “s’good, cho. keep going.”

feeling your heels dig into his back and the way you looked up at him with your big eyes made it impossible to hold back any longer.

choso lost his virginity that night, and you lost your ability to walk for the next week.

||a/n: 🎵 he might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dih was 11 inches 🎶

[pillsatoru]

AITA for fucking my twins ex ? nerdjo x reader ac. narutoss.ramen

Toru (20) has been eyeing you ever since his brother, Satoru (20), introduced you to him. How could a pretty girl such as yourself end up with a good for nothing boy? Now, don’t get Toru wrong, he loves his brother (most of the time) but, Satoru has never taken his future seriously. He preferred to party all night instead of studying for an important test. Because he claimed “it isn’t that deep. Just live your life.”

Unlike you.

Toru has seen the way you tire yourself out in the library. You had to force your eyes to stay open, reading multiple books stacked on your desk and worksheets spread out with neat notes you had taken in class. In a way, Toru was like you.

You took college seriously, and you actually cared for your education.

So he asks himself again, what did you see in Satoru? Well yeah, he had the looks and all. But that’s about it.

“Oh, we broke up.” Satoru casually said as he tied together the two elastic bands attached to the trash bag. Toru’s eyes widened. “W-what? Why? You guys looked so well together!” That was obviously a lie, but there was no way he’d show his excitement at the sudden breakup.

“We just didn’t match each other that well. Thought it’d be like, opposites attract or some shit, but nah.” Satoru scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. He was clearly bothered with the still sensitive topic. Regardless of the mutual agreement to break up, Satoru genuinely liked you. You were both pretty and smart and best of all, you saw past the ‘party animal’ and understood him.

Until you eventually decided it was best to break things off. “So..” Toru dragged out the ‘o’, tapping his hands on the kitchen table. “What happened?”

“She thought I was holding her back, which I probably was. And I want what’s best for her..” He quietly said before leaving to throw out the trash. Toru sat in silence after the door clicked behind his twin. Sure he felt horrible, but fuck, he wanted you too.

Toru never told his brother that he’s been eyeing you since the start of the semester, nor the way he’s been fantasizing about you.

He loved your eyes, wanting to be the one to make them roll behind as he slammed his pulsing cock into you. Or the way he’d daydream in class about ripping off your top to suck on your tits. The thought alone made his jeans begin to feel tight.

Toru’s back straightened when his brother walked back in. “I’m gonna go out, mind doing the dishes tonight?” Satoru asked, already going over to his room to grab his jacket. “Oh, sure. You going to a party?”

“Where else? Need to get my mind off things.”

Perfect. Toru had already planned to spend his whole afternoon jerking off to your posts on instagram. He prayed you weren’t the type to completely delete everything after a breakup.

“See ya.” Satoru threw a peace sign as a goodbye.

Toru nodded, waiting for a bit before eventually heading to his room now. His cock was already straining against his pants the second he pulled out his phone. His thumbs quickly moved to open up your insta account. “Oh thank God.” He sighed in relief when he saw that your pretty pictures were in fact, still there.

His fly unzipped, pants pulled down to his ankles. His dick was fully emerged, the soft pink tip glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck..” He said through his teeth after teasing himself with his thumb all while letting your story highlights play. “You’re so gorgeous. He never deserved ya.”

His personal favorite picture showed up, making his hand quicken its pace on the base. The sensitive vein on the side bulged out, drawing out more moans from Toru. He threw himself onto his back, squeezing himself.

You looked like a goddess. Your hair was neatly done, makeup on point, and the slight arch of your body? It had Toru shooting blanks. He’s lost times as to how much he’s jerked off to this specific picture. He had practically mastered the art of male masturbation. His hips thrusted into his own hand, feeling himself grow closer.

“So close.. so fucking close!” With one final stroke, his warm seed shot out. Some landed in his hand while the rest managed to get onto his shirt.

A pleasured sigh fell from his lips, knowing he had to go just one more time in order to feel satisfied. Right as he was about to position himself into humping his pillow, the doorbell rang.

Toru froze.

Had Satoru forgotten something? No, he would have used the keys instead. So then who was at the door? He quickly scrambled, wiping his cum on an already used tissue. He reached for his pants, quickly putting them on.

“Coming!” He yelled out when the bell rang once again. He gave himself a look over in his mirror, making sure it wasn’t obvious of his previous activities. That’s when he noticed the cum in his shirt. “Fuck it.” He quickly discarded of it, rushing to get the door.

The person would unfortunately have to deal with seeing his lanky torso. His hand twisted the doorknob, opening up to reveal.. you?

You felt your cheeks heat up when your eyes met his. He didn’t have his glasses on, and well, he didn’t have his shirt on either.

His breath stuttered.

“Hi.. um,” It wasn’t your first time interacting with Toru, so why was it suddenly so hard? Surely it was because he’s your ex’s brother. “Is Satoru home?”

Toru couldn’t trust himself in speaking so he shook his head instead. He could barely make sight of your figure, but he’s memorized your face. “He’s at a party..”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that because it clearly hurt you in a way. “Oh.” You could feel your heart sink. You had recently broke up and he’s already moving on? “Okay.. I just came to drop a few things off.”

Toru’s throat throbbed, scooting to the side to let you in. “Come in, please.”

You mumbled a small thank you, offering one of your sweet but forced smiles. In your hands was a box full of clothes left behind. Toru let his eyes travel down to the seat of your hips. His boner hasn’t come down yet, matter of fact, he could swear it got bigger.

“How are you doing?” He managed to get out.

You placed the box down on the side table, contemplating if you really wanted to vent to Toru out of all people right now. Not with the way you could barely even look at him. How could he look so hot without muscles? That was your type, no?

“Not that great to be honest.. but it was coming anyways.” You shrugged. “Has he said anything..?” Part of you hoped Satoru has.

But Toru knew what you wanted to hear, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. “Just that you broke up. That’s all.”

“Of course. I don’t know what I expected.” Your body was now turned to him. “Mind telling him that I came to drop things off for me? I tried texting him, but I couldn’t bring myself to.”

“Yeah, yeah for sure.”

Don’t go.

“Okay, thank you.”

Where are you going?

Before you could take a step to the exit, a faint familiar voice caught your attention. Toru felt his heart drop to his ass. He never clicked out of your highlights, nor turn off his phone.

Your eyes widened, head snapping over to his bedroom.

Toru’s heart was racing so hard he could hear it. “That’s not..” He tried to make up an excuse, but there was no denying it. “Shit..” He hid his face in his hands, totally embarrassed.

“What..” You couldn’t even form a sentence. Why had Toru been looking through your highlights? “Toru?” The lingering smell of release lingered on his hand, becoming more prominent when you got closer to him.

And it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

So here comes the first question, is Toru the asshole for dragging his twins ex into his bed?

He didn’t care if you were frustrated with the breakup, fuck, he couldn’t care less if you were just using him to release that frustration! “Ngh!” He moaned into your mouth. Toru wasn’t the best kisser, but it somehow made it better. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and had your teeth clashing against one another’s.

“Is this okay?” His hands traveled up your shirt. “Yeah!” You tugged at his undercut, bringing him in for another kiss.

He gently squeezed at your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra, and to that he thanked every God out there. He wasn’t swallowing every sweet sound that came out of you. “Keep whining like that..” He begged.

His fingers roughly twisted around your nipples, pinching them until your back arched onto his. His hips gave experimental humps, carefully checking if you were okay with it.

Seeing as you were, the bumps became full thrusts, rubbing his clothed cock on your clothed cunt.

“Toru!”

His eyes adverted down to see the wet patch on his pants. “Did you just..?”

“Yeah.” He wasn’t going to deny the effect you had on him. “Can you clean me up?” Toru pulled away, pushing down his pants along with his ruined briefs. His cock was way too heavy to fully stand up. The tip was still oozing with cum that he wiped off to put on your lips.

“Looks like your lipgloss.” Toru grinned.

Is Toru the asshole for fucking his twins ex’s mouth?

“God, angel..” Toru gently cupped your cheeks as you slowly slid his cock in. “That’s it. Take all of it.” His breath hitched once his head grazed the back of your mouth. You looked so pretty, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him off.

A hand reached behind to fist in your hair, using it as leverage to practically fuck your mouth. But the sudden action only resulted in you accidentally using teeth on him.

He groaned loudly, not expecting that. It hurt like hell but fuck, he secretly wanted you to do it again. His other hand held onto his headboard that banged on the wall time to time. Toru was absolutely in a trance with the way you were kneeling in between his legs.

It was like a wet dream come true.

He grew upset when you closed your eyes, giving you a soft yank at your hair to force you to keep looking at him. “Eyes on me. Good girl.”

You whimpered in apology, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your toes were curled to prevent yourself from gagging, but that barely helped with the way he was plummeting into your throat.

You’ve never taken a dick like this before, not even Satoru’s was this big.

“Gonna.. gonna cum.” Toru warned, throwing his head back. Sure enough, warm liquid spilt inside your mouth, forcibly pouring down your throat. Some managed to get out through the corners, dripping onto your chin.

Toru panted, pulling away from you.

“Shh..” Both his thumbs reached up to clean you off. “Thank you pretty, for making me feel so good. Now it’s your turn, okay?”

Is Toru the asshole for fucking his twins ex in a mating press?

Toru has consumed a lot of porn in the past year alone. He’d scroll through twitter, jerk off to videos that featured girls that looked adjacent to you, or simply go on the hub. And he absolutely had a favorite position.

“You ever try this one?” He asked, already lifting your legs until your knees were brought up to your chest.

Your cunt was glistening, shouldn’t be a problem for him to slide right in. “N-no.” You bit your lip, furrowing your eyebrows when he teased your entrance with his tip. Unfortunately, Toru didn’t have any condoms in his room.

If it wasn’t obvious, the boy was a virgin.

“Alright, just tell me if I need to slow down.” Toru leaned down to press a sweet peck on your lips as he slowly entered, inch by inch. The vein that he had scraped at your walls so deliciously, it had your lips drooling. Both of them. “So fucking tight.” He rasped.

Your hands kept themselves on the back of your knees, moaning when he slid out just to slam right back in. “Toru!”

“Shit, did it hurt?” Worry overtook the boys face. “No!” You assured. “Feels good..”

A smile broke out on his lips at your words. “If ya say so.” His hands were on top of yours, bending you in ways you didn’t even know you could. With his lips on yours, cock fucking you relentlessly as his balls smacked against your hole, and moans coming out of both of you, it was really difficult to heart the door opening. It seems like you two had lost track of time.

Oops.

I MADE MORE BS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ there prob won't be a pt. 2 sowwy

ok bai.

[pillsatoru]

satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭

“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”

“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.

this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.

he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.

you were ovulating.

and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.

you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.

“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.

“i win!” you cheered.

“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.

“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.

why the hell was this making you wet?

you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”

“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”

gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.

“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”

your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.

“let me help you out, okay?”

he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”

the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.

“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”

you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.

gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.

you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.

“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”

“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.

he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.

your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”

gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”

you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..” 

he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.

your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.

a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”

“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face" 

“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that. 

he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead. 

“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”

[indiewritesxoxo]

EVERY MAN GETS HIS WISH

and sukuna's gonna let you be the boss!

synopsis: what's better to be than sukuna's crazy girlfriend? his crazy ex-girlfriend? when it comes to making up, breaking up, and everything in between, it seems sukuna's got your heart in his hands - and has no intention of letting it go. for better or worse. but probably worse.

pairing: boyfriend!sukuna x toxic!reader x landlord!toji

content: mdni. fluff and angst. porn with plot. crack treated seriously. reader and sukuna are both toxic and crazy. do NOT be like these idiots. jealousy. possessiveness. throwing shit. insecure and anxious behavior. oral sex. piv sex. rebounds. breaking up and making up.

art cr: @bitem4rked sparkle gif div cr: @pixopix div cr: @miyzluv

locking him out after boys night

sukuna eating a pudding cup goes viral

making him jealous out clubbing

hooking up with his landlord after a bad breakup

sukuna attempts to sabotage your new relationship

a tale of two boyfriends

sukuna steals your cat :(

you both know where home is.

bonus: their first breakup

alternate ending: toji

this whole mini series is inspired by the incredibly talented @yenayaps hehe :3

[indiewritesxoxo]

sukuna's toxic ex-gf!reader tries to scare off rebound!toji!

every man gets his wish (alt. ending)

You weren't built for stability.

Some days you suspected that something was fundamentally screwed up with you.

Other days you only gave a shit about proving everything everyone else said about you wrong.

Which, uh, would be easier if your boredom in your newfound domestic bliss was about to prove your ex-boyfriend embarrassingly correct.

You wanted to dump your rebound.

What fun was fucking his landlord when you weren't sure you even wanted him back anymore? When Sukuna didn't even say sorry for your fight - and only intervened when he thought you were about to have sex with someone else?

Still, you didn't want to actually dump Toji, not when you couldn't even come up with a single excuse to justify it.

So you did what you do best.

Sabotaged every good thing you had going for you.

You told yourself it was going to end eventually anyway. Refused to feel shitty when you sent a text message at two in the morning swearing that your period was late. Letting the assumption hang there rather than outright saying it.

A guy like him would run for the hills. Throw five hundred dollars at you before disappearing for good.

You could be single again. And a few hundred bucks richer.

What could go wrong?

Your phone ringing two seconds later for starters.

"I'm coming over," his gruff voice murmured over the line, stifling a yawn as your brain went fucking blank. No, no, that wasn't how it was supposed to go-

"You don't-" You started, stuttering out a protest that it didn't even sound like he heard judging by the rustle of clothes and the jingle of keys on the other end of the line.

"I'll pick up a test on the way."

Damn it.

He was standing outside your door twenty minutes later. Dark hair hanging in his face, a quiet storm swirling behind his green-eyed stare as he held up the plastic bag.

Sukuna probably would've shoved it at you. But before. you could just yank it out of his grip, Toji was wrapping his beefy arms around you, squeezing you in a hug that felt like it should be reserved for something real.

Something more than a simple rebound.

"If it's positive, we'll figure it out," he muttered, hesitation etched into his shallow promise. Like he had no fucking clue how, but somehow meant it anyway.

You already knew it wouldn't be.

But you still felt stuck in going through the whole thing, setting the test on the bathroom counter afterwards like your birth control wasn't still under the sink. Cracking open the door to find him chewing on his bottom lip and pacing the hall.

"You know, I don't, like, expect you to stay," you awkwardly said, thrown off kilter by his...kindness? It was easier with your ex. To pick fights and pounce. To match mean words and start arguments to keep him at arm's length.

You didn't know what to do with someone that seemed immune to your insanity.

"My girlfriend thinks she might be pregnant, where the fuck else would I be?" He sarcastically grunted, the scar across his mouth twitching.

"What if I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore?" You huffed at him, a sprinkle of shame starting to sink in despite your attempt to hang onto your pride. Puffing out your chest and folding your arms across your chest as you shrugged before he even asked why or what the fuck.

"No," he deadpanned.

No was not a word in your vocabulary.

No didn't make fucking sense.

Staring at him blankly, blinking as your mouth fell open, unable to calculate a comeback that would get you what you wanted.

"What did you-"

Before you even finished, Toji brushed past you, picking up the test on the counter and frowning at the results.

"Not pregnant," he announced, but you were still squinting at him, trying to decipher what the hell was going on in his head.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" You gawked at him.

"Think it'd be hot to knock you up," he shrugged, dropping the test in the trash before bridging the distance between you in a few seconds flat. "Lock you down."

"Are you trying to say you want to baby trap me?" You almost laughed at the absurdity of it. "You know I'd be an awful mother."

You were easily irritated. You had no patience. You only had maternal instincts when it came to your cat.

Toji chuckled at you, his calloused hands closing in on your waist and hoisting you up, half-slinging you over his shoulder to carry you back into your bedroom. "You're not as scary as you think you are."

"I really did throw an air fryer at my ex," you blurted out, squirming in his grip as you tried to fight the fear that he might not care how crazy you were.

He just laughed harder.

"Did it hit him?" He asked, carefully laying you out on your mattress like you were fragile, pulling your thighs down to the edge of the bed.

"No," you admitted, biting your bottom lip. "He ducked."

"We can work on your aim," he casually muttered, getting on his knees and sliding his rough palms across your thighs.

"I was trying to break up with you," you continued, nose scrunching up as the heat in your core coiled tight at his touch.

"I know," he shrugged apathetically. "I don't accept."

For the first time in your life, you were dumbfounded.

Toji might not be explosive like Sukuna. Had no interest in tugging at your strings and pulling at your buttons until you blew a fuse.

But you were starting to think you might've met your match in a different way as he slipped your panties off.

One that was a lot more terrifying as both the masks you plastered on started to crack.

You weren't the perfect angel you tried to make him think you were.

And he clearly wasn't the easy forgettable fuck you pinned him as when he pushed two thick digits deep in your sick folds, ripping a gasp from the back of your throat.

"Now," he started, lazily swirling them around with a smirk. "Who's your boyfriend?"

You bit your lip, unable to lie to yourself and say that part of you didn't find his devotion intoxicating. That you didn't want someone to want you like that.

"You."

div cr: @pixopix

[dickerystuf-art]

Toji working hard🤤

[spacekittiesmeow]

"i was thinking of getting my dick pierced."

your hips stutter before stopping altogether.

zayne lifts his head from your neck, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward valko. you follow it, turning just enough to catch the shy grin tugging at his lips.

"would you be into it?"

the thought of cool blunt metal massaging your walls makes you instinctively clamp down on valko.

"...th-that a yes?" he hisses beneath you, squeezing the flesh of your hips. you nod without hesitation.

"what about the maintenance, doc? think you can pencil me in for a checkup?"

"a penile piercing requires proper aftercare, yes." zayne answers evenly, hot breath fanning over your chest as he leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth.

"come by to my office this thursday. we'll go over everything then."

his finger moves down to trace the stretched rim of you, and the up to your swollen clit. valko moves, coaxing his throbbing length deeper into you.

despite the odd timing, what better opportunity to discuss it now that you're all in the same room?

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