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𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖠 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇-𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒.
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hc's of Unc!Kuna
warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, age gaps, p in v, praises, DILF.
Unc!Kuna who you’ve met briefly at a few of the Itadori’s family gatherings. Yuji dragged you there because you had to meet the person he annoys with his crazy antics all the time. His eyes on you from the very first time Yuji brought a girl to a gathering.
Unc!Kuna who’s always wearing a tank top that shows off his beefy muscles, tattoos alongside both of his strong arms, pinkish hair that resembles Yuji’s with a few grey strands peeking out. A few scars on his face and arms as if he’d been in a lot of fights throughout his youth. He was in his mid forties, you’ve never quite had an interest in older men but he sure looked appetizing.
Unc!Kuna who seemed rather content when he found out you and Yuji are just friends. Asking all kinds of questions just to get to know you better all while using the weak excuse that he examines all of Yuji’s company (he doesn’t), just to make sure. Shutting Yuji up when he’s about to expose his uncle for lying.
Unc!Kuna who’d offer you snacks whenever you stopped by his place searching for Yuji, keeping your company till he showed up. Surprisingly, always having your favorite snacks on pure coincidence, ‘cause there’s no way he asked Yuji what kind of snacks were your favorite nor does he enjoy the way your face lights up whenever he shows up with said snacks.
Unc!Kuna who’d make your heart flutter whenever he complimented you on your hair or clothes and how you’re always so delicately dressed in vibrant colors with accessories to match. To which you’d shyly brush off because he must be only saying that to be nice.
Unc!Kuna who doesn’t seem bothered by your company, practically forcing Yuji to bring you over to his house more times than you should be. His place becoming your designated hang out spot, enjoying all kinds of stories he’d tell you about his youth, even pulling out pictures from when he was in a gang. He did have that bad guy vibe about him and it honestly wasn’t helping the fact that you were not supposed to be attracted to your best friend’s uncle.
Unc!Kuna who occasionally calls you ‘doll’. That being the only way he’d call you, you almost begin to think he doesn’t know your actual name. But of course he did, your precious name fell from his lips more than he’d like to admit. Late nights of him stroking his cock in your honor, zooming in on the pictures Yuji’d sent him, by his petition of course. His desires get the better of him, cumming pathetically to the sight of his nephew’s friend.
Unc!Kuna who found you by his doorstep with tears streaming down your face. A bad breakup between you and a boyfriend that Sukuna never cared to know about, picking up fragile pieces that should’ve been treated with care from the beginning. Perplexed when he learned that the reason you were crying is actually because you couldn’t beat the girl’s ass that you found him cheating with. He found it hilarious that you had this kind of fire in you.
Unc!Kuna who’d check up on you more regularly than he should. Inviting you over to his place without Yuji being there, just you and him talking about whatever. Crossing lines that you probably should’ve respected but now it’s too late, you’re in way too deep to even process things anymore.
Sat on his lap, straddling him comfortably as you whined about how good he was pounding you. “M-Mr. S-S-Sukuna–” stumbling on your words.
“Ryo baby.” He corrected with a sly smirk on his lips, guiding you to bounce on his cock. Fingers digging in the soft flesh of your ass, flexing those broad muscles of his, loud slaps echoing throughout the whole house. “Go ahead, say it.” He ordered, hitting the right spot to make your head spin.
Prying sweet moans from your lips, you were sure his neighbors would be complaining afterwards. Rocking your hips as he soaks up those lovely expressions you made while your gummy walls hugged his dick.
“C’mon sweetheart, cry out my name.” your lips trembled to call out his name, yet you didn’t feel it appropriate. Funny how that is where you draw the line.
With the amount of time you’ve known him, he’s been the type to get what he wants sooner or later. “Being naughty, huh? Weren’t you begging me to put it in? Least you can do is give an old man what he desires.” Tilting his head slightly to the side, a provoking gleam in those eyes of his.
Sukuna shifts his weight, angling so he can fuck you from underneath. His thrusts became brutal, “R-Ryo–so, ha! good.” eyes rolling to the back of your head as he used your body in whatever way he saw fit. “That’s it baby–mmm–takin’ me so well.” he praised in between grunts, groaning as your pussy clenched his shaft.
“Fuck–baby, haaa–you’re sucking me in.” His tone playful, moving his hands to your waist to steady you. Tears strayed from your eyes as he fucked you mercilessly, your head a complete blur.
Eyes heavy on the way his cock appeared and disappeared into your cunt. “Such a sweet pussy, you’ve always wanted this haven’t ya?” Shaking your head in dismissal, “Oh no baby, no need to lie.” He teases.
“N-no I–” you try to defend, he sits up properly, fucking you deeper. Ignoring your attempts to play off the fact that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Making a mess of your body, you’ve never been fucked this way.
Pleasure building in your stomach, “p-please don’t s-s-stop.” Sukuna cracks a smile, “See, you can be honest, doll.” He relished in the way you responded so well to his touches. And his cock of course.
Picking you up from the couch, a soft gasp escaping you. “Mr. Suku–” “Ryo.” He said with a serious tone, the whole room went quiet as if making the mistake of calling him Mr. again would cause you to regret it.
“Sorry–Mmmph!”” Mid-apology he raises you only to bring you crashing back down on his dick. Spilling more apologies with the faith hope he’ll go a bit easier. “Ryo–so nghh–”
“Use your words sweetheart, what is it?” Sukuna spoke with a soft gentleness and a look on his face like he’d do anything to please you right now. His thrusts, anything but gentle.
Just heavy breathing as you struggle to get the words out, “c-c-close.” you manage, a devilish grin ran across his lips. Fucking you hard while you drown his cock in your juices, pussy squeezing him tight! as your legs spasms, “Fuuckk–” Sukuna crashes his lips against yours, swallowing the loud cries that fell from those pretty lips.
A puddle in your mind, now filling you to the brim with his load. Holding you in place so you don’t spill a single drop. Pulling away from your swollen lips slowly to look you in the eyes, a crimson color you never truly acknowledge till this moment.
Both breathing heavy as you let this precious time pass. Taking a seat on the couch, sitting you on his lap nicely. “You did good, doll.” He praises, brushing a strand of hair from out of your face. Your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
How could you fuck your best friend’s uncle?
Pretty Divider by: @/pixopix
a/n: older Sukuna i'm going feral.
Teaching your loving boyfriend Choso Bachata! ᰔ Fluff
𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.
𝖳𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾.
𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.
𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.
𝖠 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍-𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖸𝗎𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼.
𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍-𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.
𝖠 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 1960𝗌. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.
𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.
𝖫𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗐. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.
𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒.
𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾? 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖠 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.
“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾?” 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. “𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎–”
“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐.
𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻.
𝖠 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖫𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗈 - 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌
𝖫𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌, “𝖨𝗍’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.
𝖯𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖫𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐.” 𝖦𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒.
“𝖦𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍,” 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌.
“𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍. “𝖨𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍-𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.
𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋.
“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝖦𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, “𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍.” 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.
𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌.
𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.
a/n: obsessing about how romantic and loving Choso would be.
ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔷𝔢𝔡𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫║𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝖨. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽. ©
1. 𝖫𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇.
2. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾.
3. 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾.
4. 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍.
5. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
6. 𝖡𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.
- 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 ⊙︿⊙)
- 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖯𝖮𝖢 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 - 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 - 𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾: 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖼𝗇𝖼, 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗒, 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.
- 𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾: 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗒𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖻𝖽𝗌𝗆, 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.
- 𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍: 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗍, 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄.
ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔷𝔢𝔡𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫║𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝖨. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽. ©
𝗝𝗝𝗞 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚?
𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁/𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳/𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁
⇢ Choso Kamo
- Chosoxupset!reader
- Horny Boyfriend Choso
- Loving Boyfriend Choso
⇢ Satoru Gojo
- nerdjoxmeangirl!reader
- Deep throating nerdjo
⇢ Ryomen Sukuna
- Unc!Kuna (Smut)
⇢ Hiromi Higuruma
- Office Affair series (Smut)
- Late Hotel Nights (Smut)
⇢ Naoya Zenin
⇢ Kento Nanami
⇢ Suguru Geto
⇢ Toji Zenin
𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳/𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁
⇢ Yuji Itadori
⇢ Megumi Fushiguro
⇢ Yuta Okkotsu
ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔷𝔢𝔡𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫║𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝖨. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽. ©
Choso is such a clingy little baby and he can’t go even a few measly hours without his pretty girlfriend
Tags: fluff
Sitting at a cafe with your friends, your conversation is interrupted when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket.
“Sorry, it’s Cho, I gotta take this.” Your quickly answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear.
“What’s up baby?”
“can you come home…”
His needy and quiet voice is heard on the other end, making you crack a smile at his behavior.
“Are you serious? I’ve only been gone for like, an hour and maybe a half.”
Your hear a small sniffle, not enough to make you think he’s crying, but enough to make you realize just how deep his attachment to you was.
“That’s like, forever though… and I miss you.”
hc's of Unc!Kuna
warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, age gaps, p in v, praises, DILF.
Unc!Kuna who you’ve met briefly at a few of the Itadori’s family gatherings. Yuji dragged you there because you had to meet the person he annoys with his crazy antics all the time. His eyes on you from the very first time Yuji brought a girl to a gathering.
Unc!Kuna who’s always wearing a tank top that shows off his beefy muscles, tattoos alongside both of his strong arms, pinkish hair that resembles Yuji’s with a few grey strands peeking out. A few scars on his face and arms as if he’d been in a lot of fights throughout his youth. He was in his mid forties, you’ve never quite had an interest in older men but he sure looked appetizing.
Unc!Kuna who seemed rather content when he found out you and Yuji are just friends. Asking all kinds of questions just to get to know you better all while using the weak excuse that he examines all of Yuji’s company (he doesn’t), just to make sure. Shutting Yuji up when he’s about to expose his uncle for lying.
Unc!Kuna who’d offer you snacks whenever you stopped by his place searching for Yuji, keeping your company till he showed up. Surprisingly, always having your favorite snacks on pure coincidence, ‘cause there’s no way he asked Yuji what kind of snacks were your favorite nor does he enjoy the way your face lights up whenever he shows up with said snacks.
Unc!Kuna who’d make your heart flutter whenever he complimented you on your hair or clothes and how you’re always so delicately dressed in vibrant colors with accessories to match. To which you’d shyly brush off because he must be only saying that to be nice.
Unc!Kuna who doesn’t seem bothered by your company, practically forcing Yuji to bring you over to his house more times than you should be. His place becoming your designated hang out spot, enjoying all kinds of stories he’d tell you about his youth, even pulling out pictures from when he was in a gang. He did have that bad guy vibe about him and it honestly wasn’t helping the fact that you were not supposed to be attracted to your best friend’s uncle.
Unc!Kuna who occasionally calls you ‘doll’. That being the only way he’d call you, you almost begin to think he doesn’t know your actual name. But of course he did, your precious name fell from his lips more than he’d like to admit. Late nights of him stroking his cock in your honor, zooming in on the pictures Yuji’d sent him, by his petition of course. His desires get the better of him, cumming pathetically to the sight of his nephew’s friend.
Unc!Kuna who found you by his doorstep with tears streaming down your face. A bad breakup between you and a boyfriend that Sukuna never cared to know about, picking up fragile pieces that should’ve been treated with care from the beginning. Perplexed when he learned that the reason you were crying is actually because you couldn’t beat the girl’s ass that you found him cheating with. He found it hilarious that you had this kind of fire in you.
Unc!Kuna who’d check up on you more regularly than he should. Inviting you over to his place without Yuji being there, just you and him talking about whatever. Crossing lines that you probably should’ve respected but now it’s too late, you’re in way too deep to even process things anymore.
Sat on his lap, straddling him comfortably as you whined about how good he was pounding you. “M-Mr. S-S-Sukuna–” stumbling on your words.
“Ryo baby.” He corrected with a sly smirk on his lips, guiding you to bounce on his cock. Fingers digging in the soft flesh of your ass, flexing those broad muscles of his, loud slaps echoing throughout the whole house. “Go ahead, say it.” He ordered, hitting the right spot to make your head spin.
Prying sweet moans from your lips, you were sure his neighbors would be complaining afterwards. Rocking your hips as he soaks up those lovely expressions you made while your gummy walls hugged his dick.
“C’mon sweetheart, cry out my name.” your lips trembled to call out his name, yet you didn’t feel it appropriate. Funny how that is where you draw the line.
With the amount of time you’ve known him, he’s been the type to get what he wants sooner or later. “Being naughty, huh? Weren’t you begging me to put it in? Least you can do is give an old man what he desires.” Tilting his head slightly to the side, a provoking gleam in those eyes of his.
Sukuna shifts his weight, angling so he can fuck you from underneath. His thrusts became brutal, “R-Ryo–so, ha! good.” eyes rolling to the back of your head as he used your body in whatever way he saw fit. “That’s it baby–mmm–takin’ me so well.” he praised in between grunts, groaning as your pussy clenched his shaft.
“Fuck–baby, haaa–you’re sucking me in.” His tone playful, moving his hands to your waist to steady you. Tears strayed from your eyes as he fucked you mercilessly, your head a complete blur.
Eyes heavy on the way his cock appeared and disappeared into your cunt. “Such a sweet pussy, you’ve always wanted this haven’t ya?” Shaking your head in dismissal, “Oh no baby, no need to lie.” He teases.
“N-no I–” you try to defend, he sits up properly, fucking you deeper. Ignoring your attempts to play off the fact that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Making a mess of your body, you’ve never been fucked this way.
Pleasure building in your stomach, “p-please don’t s-s-stop.” Sukuna cracks a smile, “See, you can be honest, doll.” He relished in the way you responded so well to his touches. And his cock of course.
Picking you up from the couch, a soft gasp escaping you. “Mr. Suku–” “Ryo.” He said with a serious tone, the whole room went quiet as if making the mistake of calling him Mr. again would cause you to regret it.
“Sorry–Mmmph!”” Mid-apology he raises you only to bring you crashing back down on his dick. Spilling more apologies with the faith hope he’ll go a bit easier. “Ryo–so nghh–”
“Use your words sweetheart, what is it?” Sukuna spoke with a soft gentleness and a look on his face like he’d do anything to please you right now. His thrusts, anything but gentle.
Just heavy breathing as you struggle to get the words out, “c-c-close.” you manage, a devilish grin ran across his lips. Fucking you hard while you drown his cock in your juices, pussy squeezing him tight! as your legs spasms, “Fuuckk–” Sukuna crashes his lips against yours, swallowing the loud cries that fell from those pretty lips.
A puddle in your mind, now filling you to the brim with his load. Holding you in place so you don’t spill a single drop. Pulling away from your swollen lips slowly to look you in the eyes, a crimson color you never truly acknowledge till this moment.
Both breathing heavy as you let this precious time pass. Taking a seat on the couch, sitting you on his lap nicely. “You did good, doll.” He praises, brushing a strand of hair from out of your face. Your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
How could you fuck your best friend’s uncle?
Pretty Divider by: @/pixopix
a/n: older Sukuna i'm going feral.
Your Horny Boyfriend Choso can't go one second without being inside of you, even if your sick.
Lately it’s been 34°C degrees outside, it’s like a burning sauna. Even though you’re inside the house with a fan in front of you, nothing is making things less heated.
“Baby I’m here!” Choso announces as he opens the door with a powerful push, bringing ice packs, snacks and among other things to alleviate this scorching heat. Making his way over and sitting down next to you.
Placing the stuff on his lap and immediately touching your neck. “You’re burning up, I think that’s why you’re very sensitive to the heat at the moment.” Caressing your neck with his thumb. “What are you talking about?” you’re perplexed by his words, his gaze dropping to where your lap is.
Okay, right now you are wrapped in a blanket but one minute it’s really hot and the next it’s…”c’mon, you’ll take some medicine and hopefully sleep over this fever.” He picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. Leaning your head against his chiseled chest.
You and Choso have been in a relationship together for a while, roughly four years. He’s so caring and attentive, sometimes you wonder how you wound up together. You’ve never been the type to commit but then again he was the full package.
He gave you your medicine and wrapped you snuggly in the blanket. “I’ll be in the living room, try to get some rest.” Tugging on the hem of his shirt, “don’t go, please stay.” Your weak voice was enough to convince him to not go anywhere.
It's not like he wanted to leave you, hesitating a bit before climbing in the bed and curling up close to you. Holding you so tightly. Soon you found yourself drifting away, sleep consuming you.
Choso is the best but every relationship has their flaws. Not like you’d actually considered it a flaw but most people would. He’s more…freaked out than the average person.
He’d fucked you anywhere, anytime, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to be inside of you. It was this longing to be enveloped by your pretty tight pussy—his words.
One time he fucked you behind the movie theater building, and you’re quite loud. You were almost caught in fact, Choso had you pinned against the wall, his cock driving in and out your cunt at a merciless pace.
Covering your mouth with his hand as your eyes roll back and your cum drips all over his cock.
Maybe that’s what drives him crazy, the sounds you make when he’s pounding you stupid. Leaving you a complete mess till you can barely remember your own name. Or maybe, it was the way you clenched around him. You’ve never asked him truly what really does it for him.
Nor was it like you didn’t like him violating your pussy whenever he felt the need to. It worked out for both of you and sometimes when he didn’t initiate things fast enough you’d get anxious, initiating things yourself.
Which explains your slight disappointment when you realize he’s no longer at your side. Fighting the drowsiness you had, you shift out of the bed. Your head’s a bit woozy, could be from you moving so quickly or maybe you’re still under the weather.
Tumbling as you began your search for Choso. As mentioned before, for some people Choso’s tendencies would seem like a flaw but to you it’s appealing. You basked in the thought that he wanted you to desperately.
So it’s no surprise, you’re now leaning against the doorway watching as he jerks himself off. A slight smile on your face. His long, slightly curved, veiny member on display, the mushroom-shaped tip glossy from how he'd frequently been wetting it.
Judging by the crumpled up papers around him, he’s done it a few times. Pathetically allowing your name to drip from his lips as he picks up the pace. It was cute, the fact that he left the room to not bother you.
That just makes you want him all the more, despite the way your body is feeling right now. Biting your bottom lip as he fists himself, letting out shaky breaths. His head falls back, hips jerking.
You steady yourself over, standing in front of him. He sat there working himself to another lonely, agonizing orgasm. “Please baby, oh fuck.” Drinking in the sight of him and those feeble whimpers of his.
Quickly discarding your shorts and underwear, that’s when he must’ve realized. His head shot up facing you, “baby what are you doing out of bed? Are you alright?” standing up quicker than you could process, his attentive hands cupping your face holding you close.
“If you needed something you should’ve just texted me.” Brushing your hair out of your face as you were sweating, his tone filled with concern. You on the other hand, could barely keep up with what he’s saying, not like it was important, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to be fucked.
Easily forgetting his hard erection is rubbing against your thigh right now, fuck, your hunger for him growing unbearable.
“Put it in.” You whispered in between slight labored breaths. Choso froze, he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. Nor did you care, that minor reluctance of his was the window of opportunity you needed.
Lowering your hand to grab his cock, stroking him with care despite your impatience. Rubbing your thumb over the soft tip. His eyes quickly fall to your impatient movements. “Baby, you’re…sick.” His voice shaky.
Wetting his dick with your drool, the wet sounds enveloping the living room. Choso began to let out soft whimpers as you continued with your mindless movements.
Looking him in the eyes, an innocent smile with eyes that could barely stay open. That was his breaking point.
Next thing you knew you were on your back on the couch with your legs lifted, your body pulled close enough for Choso to rest his throbbing cock on top of your clit.
Simply giggling at how eager he was. “I’ll clean you up and take care of you when we’re finished. I promise.” Those soft words of his made your heart flutter.
Sliding his dick in between your slick folds, you were wetter than usual and…”Fuuuck, so warm.” His brows knitted, adjusting himself and shoving in further. Of course your sticky walls were warm, you have a fever after all. “Oh fuck.” Choso’s taken back by how hot your insides were but your head’s in the clouds at this point to even process what the fuck is going on.
Feeling as if his cock was burning up, yet he didn’t want to pull out at all. Bottoming out, a rather loud moan ripping from your throat.
He started to move at a slow pace but soon forgot the reality of the situation, he pushed your legs back some more, almost touching your shoulders. Grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs, your moans louder than usual and there’s no restraint anymore.
“Cho—so good. Don’t stop.” You mutter, his grip tightened around your thighs, fucking you like he’s never done before. “Won’t baby, d-don’t worry.” his voice strained as he pulled you in by your waist, making your stomach twist when he goes deeper touching that sweet spot, causing your hips to jerk.
“Right there, pretty?” His full attention on that spot, you’re humming in agreement and desperation. Those pretty sounds you were making was music to his ears, licking his thumb and guiding it over your clit. Rubbing tight circles that cause you to squirm.
“N-n-not there.” You cry out as he stimulates you on both ends. Digging your nails into the pillow your head laid against. “I tried, baby. I wanted you to rest.” Gritting his teeth after he spoke those remorseful yet affectionate words.
Eyes fluttering shut, “Cho I’m s-so close.” your orgasm hits you quicker than you expected, your insides vibrating around his cock. “I’m sorry baby, so-so-so-so sorry.” Choso repeated over and over, you were puzzled as to why he would be sorry. It wasn’t till he pulled out and drove in rougher than before that you realized.
That wasn’t enough for him, he had no intention of stopping after your first orgasm.
Fucking you stupid and all you did was lay there and take it. You couldn’t even make any noise, just laying there, breathing heavily. “You feel so gooood, pretty warm pussy.” His words made you squirm, forcing more vocal reactions from you. Continuing to rub your swollen clit, this time sloppier.
“Nngh-fuck. N-n-no more-” Outright whining before he lets up from your clit, only to accommodate you before hammering you harder than before, his movements growing sloppier.
He pulls you by the chin, turning your head to face him. “Can I fill you up nice and good baby? My cum’ll make you feel better.” He reassured, his dick pulsating inside of you. You nod eagerly and that’s all he needed. A few more pumps and you both climaxed, his hot thick ropes of cum filling you up, mixing with your lewd juices that are just as warm as the inside of your pussy.
Legs spasming as you turn your head to the side, closing your eyes and drifting away before you know it.
–
The light peeking through the window, shining in annoyingly. Eyes fluttering open, you’re met with Choso sitting in a chair near the bed. Leaning forward with a worrisome look on his face, elbows well-rested on his thighs. “I’m not doing that again to you while you’re sick.” His tone filled with fear.
A smile on your lips. “I do feel a lot better though.”
This is wild but others may be into it (I am others).
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How do we feel about Unc!Kuna? Cause I have some hcs might drop sum later
higurumaxcoworker!reader pt3
You've got the hots for your coworker but there's a problem, he's a married man and you're in a "serious" relationship. However, every problem has a solution.
Pairing: HigurumaxCoworker!Reader
Warning: MDNI, infidelity etc.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: The next chapter will have a bit of smut and close proximity. Enjoy!!
Part1 ᱬ Late Nights ᱬ Part2
After that evening, you and Higuruma would work your normal work hours and you’d scurry off when it was time to clock out. He didn’t say anything, just asked that you make sure to have whatever small mistake that might need to be corrected be ready by the time he needed it.
Some cases were won, some were lost. It was going alright with no dramatic changes, not like you were expecting anything to change.
Anyhow, things weren’t that bad with your boyfriend. You’re trying to work on the different aspects that need to be dealt with and you’re even considering speaking with him about it. Yeah, what you should’ve done from the beginning.
No matter how long it took, you wanted to be able to move past this with him. Communication is key after all.
You were on your way to drop off some documents to the person at the front desk, your gaze fell on a woman that seems like she just came from working out with a…lunch bag in her hand?
She looks over in your direction and immediately walks up to you. “Oh, you must be Y/n.” Her voice soft and almost angelic, the aroma of her perfume was quite sweet and delicate–a smooth lavender that dragged you in for more. You swallow nervously, you’ve never seen this woman in your life. But she seemed like some important person. “You’re the one that has all my husband’s attention.” She folds her arms over her chest gracefully. Husband?
Oh my god.
Quickly searching her fingers and there it was, a really familiar band wrapped around her finger. Only difference was that hers has a diamond connected to it. You felt your throat get dry, nothing could be better than disappearing right now.
“Akemi, what are you doing here?” A distant voice broke up this interaction. Thank god. Her attention now focused on who you presumed was Mr. Higuruma. “I brought the lunch you forgot.” She says with a smile as she closes the distance between them.
“You weren’t bothering Y/n, were you?” Mr. Higuruma’s tone stern as he spoke and you stood there frozen, you were actually hoping the earth would swallow you. “No, I wasn’t. I just wanted to get to know who has all my husband’s attention lately.” He lets out a sigh, for some reason Mr. Higuruma looked rather annoyed, not like other times whenever he would take gifts cause he was off to see her or they had date night.
He took her hand and walked her outside of the building. Weird, you continue your path walking up to the front desk. “I was trying to get her to just leave the bag but she wouldn’t budge, sorry Y/n.” The receptionist says as she takes the documents from you. “It’s alright, I was just caught off guard.” You try to brush it off as something of an awkward moment, that simply happened.
“Is there something going on between you and Mr. Higuruma?” Facing her direction with this twisted look on her face. “I can see why you’d think that but I have a boyfriend.” You say casually.
Heading once more to the office, planting yourself back in your chair. Letting out a deep breath as you try to piece together just the kind of character Mr. Higuruma’s wife was, she seemed sweet even if there was something lying underneath. You wondered what she meant when she said that you have all of Mr. Higuruma’s attention. You wished, the thought of that was unimaginable to you.
The door creaked open and there he was, the man of the moment. You made eye contact for a quick moment before you pretend as if you weren’t thinking of him just now. “Y/n I’m sorry for my wife’s behavior, it's just all I mention to her whenever it comes to work is you. She’s been eager to meet you for a while.” He said trying to play it off as something so simple.
Although her gaze didn’t look threatening, there was something in her tone that told you to back off. “It’s alright, it was nice briefly meeting her.” How could I tell him anything different, his wife was someone important to him.
Giving him a smile before you engross yourself once more into the computer. “Do you want to have lunch together?” Raising your head, “I’m good, I need to-” you turn your head to see that Higuruma is only inches away from you, his hand flat on your desk almost brushing your hand.
“I honestly wasn’t asking.” His voice faint, your low breathing is the only thing that can be heard. He lingered there longer than he should’ve, staring into your eyes. Finally, receding to stand up straight, “C’mon, we won’t be long.” You sat there dumb-founded as he walked out the door.
But truly, you wanted nothing more.
So much for keeping your distance.
Following after him briskly, hardly anyone stays at the break room since there’s so many stores and cafes near the building. You both sat on a table facing each other, unpacking your lunch box. “I hardly ever see you take your lunch break sir.” Trying to build any sort of conversation. “Normally I do. But with so much that needs to be done, I’d rather dedicate it to finishing whatever I have going on.” He explains with an even tone.
Except you already knew that. “So, you’re always forgetting the lunches your wife packs for you?” Mr. Higuruma pauses before letting out a deep sigh. “She doesn’t normally do this, that’s why I was a bit shocked to see her. Any lunch I’ve “forgotten” are the ones I’ve made. Like this one.” You tried your best to keep a calm expression as he spoke. And you shouldn’t say anything or feel the way that you do.
But you do.
You feel a bit better about yourself knowing there’s something his wife lacks at even though it’s quite unbelievable that he works so hard and still has to make his own lunches, maybe he enjoys it but by the tone of his voice it doesn’t seem so. “I wouldn’t mind sharing my lunch with you, every day.” You say with a chipper in your tone.
There’s no way you could’ve missed the way his eyes lit up just now, “I appreciate it.” His pitch a bit softer. For the rest of the break you simply relish in each other’s company.
It’s almost time for you to leave the office, you decide that it won’t hurt for you to stay an hour longer nor does Higuruma disagree. So once more, it’s just you two in the office. Silently working, stealing a few glances here and there.
“How’s the neighborhood? Still a bit chaotic?” Higuruma suddenly asks, you knew he’d ask his weekly question sooner or later. You live in an apartment complex in a neighborhood that’s not quite the most peaceful, Higuruma knows this and checks up on you weekly. Even doing as much as dropping you off, not like you would complain.
You nod, because honestly not much has been going on lately. “It’s calmer these days.” He looked like he wasn’t convinced but he’s not saying anything either. “What? Is there something you know that I don’t?” You ask almost as a joke, the seriousness in his expression kind of makes you uncomfortable.
He clears his throat, the sound echoing. Great, now the atmosphere was awkward. It seems as if you’re hiding something from him that he already knows about, which is weird because there’s nothing like that that would come to mind.
“I’m just wondering, since you’ve been going home earlier than usual.” You pause, “That’s because–” “Is someone stalking you?” His tone low. You’re quiet for a while because you couldn’t fathom how he came up with something like that. Raising from your seat rather quickly. “What are you talking about sir?”
Damn it.
Higuruma scans everything a person does and says, the expressions that they use, tone of voice, all of that. And the way you just reacted kind of seems like you miiight have a stalker that’s troubling you, you knew this much from how long you’ve worked together.
There was a low probability of him believing you now. He gets up from his seat, walking across the desk towards you. Grabbing your hand and gently caressing it, your breath caught in your throat. “If there’s someone–” Whatever he was saying you couldn’t hear it, not with how hard your heart was beating in this moment.
His thumb brushing over your index finger ever so gently, as if to say “don’t worry, I’m here” And that gaze of his that screamed “you’re safe with me”. You retract your hand faster than you thought. Cheeks flushed and your breathing uneven, his gaze practically burning you.
“I’m gonna…get going.” You said picking up your stuff to rush out the office, but he’s right on your heel as you’re trying to escape, you can’t face him right now. Not until you get your heart rate under control.
Making your way outside of the building, clutching your purse to somewhat feel a sense of security cause right now your body was definitely in fight or flight mode. “Y/n hold on.” Higuruma grabs you by the arm to stop your frantic movements, stopping right in front of an empty alleyway. “Sir, I have to go.” His breathing heavy now.
“I get that you must be scared but running away isn’t the solution.” That’s easy for him to say, he’s not running from something that you so desperately want but know it’s wrong for you to have. “Please…let go” You can’t do it, you weren’t about to fall into this when you’ve been trying so hard for weeks to let go.
And he did, he let go. But he didn’t move away, Higuruma knew there was something wrong with you and he was too stubborn to let it go. Was he really doing all of this for your well-being or were there more personal feelings at play?
The abrupt sound of your phone ringing causing you both to pause for a brief moment. Of course it’s your boyfriend, “Hello?” Your voice more calm now. “Y/n, I’m in the area with some friends. Want me to pick you up?” He says casually, the sound of his friends talking about whatever in the background.
For some reason his voice sounds rather close than it should for a phone call–your eyes widen as you catch him in the passenger seat of a car with the windows down turning the curb. Your first instinct was to grab Mr. Higuruma and hide away in the alleyway. The last thing you need tonight is for an argument between you and your boyfriend to erupt.
“Y/n?” The sound of his voice on the phone echoed in your head, how could it slip your mind that you were on the phone with him. “Y-yeah, uh–no I’m fine. You guys have fun, I’ll see you some other time.” Your tone a bit more nervous now.
It’s a while before he takes in your words, saying ‘okay’ and hanging up. There was no doubt he was pissed now, especially since he knew you were most likely with Mr.–Higuruma? You look up at Higuruma and he looked quite flustered. “Sir? Are you alright?” When those words left your lips you finally take in your surroundings.
You pressed up against him a tight fit. This close proximity awoke what had been dormant for a while or what he was trying to ignore. You push away trying to create some distance but your reeled back in by his hand, swiftly and comfortably wrapping around your waist.
That big strong hand of his, you’ve always wondered what it would feel like wrapped around you, his grip firm. Good thing too since you were losing feeling in your legs already. Your gaze follows his hand before looking right back up, meeting his eyes that were way different than before. “W-what are you—“ “I’m not sure, it felt right at that moment.” He said calmly.
“Mr. Higuruma, I don’t think this is—“ “I think Hiromi fits you better, no?” He looks you in the eyes, with how close you are it would be almost impossible for him to not hear how loud your heart was beating. Slowly he moved his hand away, “allow me to take you home.” Higuruma takes you by the hand and starts leading you out of the alleyway, checking the streets before he guided you to his car.
It moved you, made your stupid heart warm and butterflies in your stomach. Even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t stop him even though you should’ve. Deep down, you’ve been craving this, been craving for him to see you in another light. But you were getting ahead of yourself, what assured you that he even saw you a bit differently right now.
Another ring, this time it was his phone. And if it’s one thing you’re good at, it’s peeking. Stealing a quick glance at his phone as he raised it to check who it was. You probably already guessed it.
“Akemi?” He answers normally, placing his phone on speaker as you’re nearing his car. Never letting go of your hand.
“Babyyy, where are you? I’m sooo horny. I’ve even got on that–” Your eyes blown with shock, he hangs up almost on instinct. Clearing his throat, that’s the only thing you hear before the inevitable silence.
Slowly he releases your hand, “I’m sorry about that.” He nervously places a hand against his neck, avoiding eye contact with you now. “She must be drunk and I–” He continues, it’s rather cute how he thinks he owes you an explanation, watching the way he’s absolutely disconcerted about the whole situation.
Those jittery motions of his, clumsily fumbling with his hands. You’ve never seen him this way before, it was truly a sight to behold. Makes you wonder, would he be this clumsy while eating you out. Tongue filled with your juices and those slender, long–
“What?” He lowers his head finally making eye contact snapping you out of your trance, pushing those foul thoughts away. Letting out an innocent smile, “I’ve just never seen you so flustered Mr. Higuruma, it’s interesting.”
Higuruma felt his heart pound hard in his chest, you notice he froze at your comment. “Oh sorry, I just thought that would ease the tension.” You try to place things off cool, maybe he didn’t appreciate that comment.
“Maybe you should go to her, you know my apartment isn’t that far anyway.” Your hand clutches your purse, this is the right thing to do.
He looked almost offended by your words, his serious demeanor returning. Opening the door on the passenger side. “Get it, what kind of guy would I beg to allow you to walk alone.”
Taking a deep breath before getting in. Of all the times he’s dropped you off home, this one has felt the most intimate.
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not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
He is so adorable <33
Your Horny Boyfriend Choso can't go one second without being inside of you, even if your sick.
Lately it’s been 34°C degrees outside, it’s like a burning sauna. Even though you’re inside the house with a fan in front of you, nothing is making things less heated.
“Baby I’m here!” Choso announces as he opens the door with a powerful push, bringing ice packs, snacks and among other things to alleviate this scorching heat. Making his way over and sitting down next to you.
Placing the stuff on his lap and immediately touching your neck. “You’re burning up, I think that’s why you’re very sensitive to the heat at the moment.” Caressing your neck with his thumb. “What are you talking about?” you’re perplexed by his words, his gaze dropping to where your lap is.
Okay, right now you are wrapped in a blanket but one minute it’s really hot and the next it’s…”c’mon, you’ll take some medicine and hopefully sleep over this fever.” He picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. Leaning your head against his chiseled chest.
You and Choso have been in a relationship together for a while, roughly four years. He’s so caring and attentive, sometimes you wonder how you wound up together. You’ve never been the type to commit but then again he was the full package.
He gave you your medicine and wrapped you snuggly in the blanket. “I’ll be in the living room, try to get some rest.” Tugging on the hem of his shirt, “don’t go, please stay.” Your weak voice was enough to convince him to not go anywhere.
It's not like he wanted to leave you, hesitating a bit before climbing in the bed and curling up close to you. Holding you so tightly. Soon you found yourself drifting away, sleep consuming you.
Choso is the best but every relationship has their flaws. Not like you’d actually considered it a flaw but most people would. He’s more…freaked out than the average person.
He’d fucked you anywhere, anytime, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to be inside of you. It was this longing to be enveloped by your pretty tight pussy—his words.
One time he fucked you behind the movie theater building, and you’re quite loud. You were almost caught in fact, Choso had you pinned against the wall, his cock driving in and out your cunt at a merciless pace.
Covering your mouth with his hand as your eyes roll back and your cum drips all over his cock.
Maybe that’s what drives him crazy, the sounds you make when he’s pounding you stupid. Leaving you a complete mess till you can barely remember your own name. Or maybe, it was the way you clenched around him. You’ve never asked him truly what really does it for him.
Nor was it like you didn’t like him violating your pussy whenever he felt the need to. It worked out for both of you and sometimes when he didn’t initiate things fast enough you’d get anxious, initiating things yourself.
Which explains your slight disappointment when you realize he’s no longer at your side. Fighting the drowsiness you had, you shift out of the bed. Your head’s a bit woozy, could be from you moving so quickly or maybe you’re still under the weather.
Tumbling as you began your search for Choso. As mentioned before, for some people Choso’s tendencies would seem like a flaw but to you it’s appealing. You basked in the thought that he wanted you to desperately.
So it’s no surprise, you’re now leaning against the doorway watching as he jerks himself off. A slight smile on your face. His long, slightly curved, veiny member on display, the mushroom-shaped tip glossy from how he'd frequently been wetting it.
Judging by the crumpled up papers around him, he’s done it a few times. Pathetically allowing your name to drip from his lips as he picks up the pace. It was cute, the fact that he left the room to not bother you.
That just makes you want him all the more, despite the way your body is feeling right now. Biting your bottom lip as he fists himself, letting out shaky breaths. His head falls back, hips jerking.
You steady yourself over, standing in front of him. He sat there working himself to another lonely, agonizing orgasm. “Please baby, oh fuck.” Drinking in the sight of him and those feeble whimpers of his.
Quickly discarding your shorts and underwear, that’s when he must’ve realized. His head shot up facing you, “baby what are you doing out of bed? Are you alright?” standing up quicker than you could process, his attentive hands cupping your face holding you close.
“If you needed something you should’ve just texted me.” Brushing your hair out of your face as you were sweating, his tone filled with concern. You on the other hand, could barely keep up with what he’s saying, not like it was important, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to be fucked.
Easily forgetting his hard erection is rubbing against your thigh right now, fuck, your hunger for him growing unbearable.
“Put it in.” You whispered in between slight labored breaths. Choso froze, he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. Nor did you care, that minor reluctance of his was the window of opportunity you needed.
Lowering your hand to grab his cock, stroking him with care despite your impatience. Rubbing your thumb over the soft tip. His eyes quickly fall to your impatient movements. “Baby, you’re…sick.” His voice shaky.
Wetting his dick with your drool, the wet sounds enveloping the living room. Choso began to let out soft whimpers as you continued with your mindless movements.
Looking him in the eyes, an innocent smile with eyes that could barely stay open. That was his breaking point.
Next thing you knew you were on your back on the couch with your legs lifted, your body pulled close enough for Choso to rest his throbbing cock on top of your clit.
Simply giggling at how eager he was. “I’ll clean you up and take care of you when we’re finished. I promise.” Those soft words of his made your heart flutter.
Sliding his dick in between your slick folds, you were wetter than usual and…”Fuuuck, so warm.” His brows knitted, adjusting himself and shoving in further. Of course your sticky walls were warm, you have a fever after all. “Oh fuck.” Choso’s taken back by how hot your insides were but your head’s in the clouds at this point to even process what the fuck is going on.
Feeling as if his cock was burning up, yet he didn’t want to pull out at all. Bottoming out, a rather loud moan ripping from your throat.
He started to move at a slow pace but soon forgot the reality of the situation, he pushed your legs back some more, almost touching your shoulders. Grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs, your moans louder than usual and there’s no restraint anymore.
“Cho—so good. Don’t stop.” You mutter, his grip tightened around your thighs, fucking you like he’s never done before. “Won’t baby, d-don’t worry.” his voice strained as he pulled you in by your waist, making your stomach twist when he goes deeper touching that sweet spot, causing your hips to jerk.
“Right there, pretty?” His full attention on that spot, you’re humming in agreement and desperation. Those pretty sounds you were making was music to his ears, licking his thumb and guiding it over your clit. Rubbing tight circles that cause you to squirm.
“N-n-not there.” You cry out as he stimulates you on both ends. Digging your nails into the pillow your head laid against. “I tried, baby. I wanted you to rest.” Gritting his teeth after he spoke those remorseful yet affectionate words.
Eyes fluttering shut, “Cho I’m s-so close.” your orgasm hits you quicker than you expected, your insides vibrating around his cock. “I’m sorry baby, so-so-so-so sorry.” Choso repeated over and over, you were puzzled as to why he would be sorry. It wasn’t till he pulled out and drove in rougher than before that you realized.
That wasn’t enough for him, he had no intention of stopping after your first orgasm.
Fucking you stupid and all you did was lay there and take it. You couldn’t even make any noise, just laying there, breathing heavily. “You feel so gooood, pretty warm pussy.” His words made you squirm, forcing more vocal reactions from you. Continuing to rub your swollen clit, this time sloppier.
“Nngh-fuck. N-n-no more-” Outright whining before he lets up from your clit, only to accommodate you before hammering you harder than before, his movements growing sloppier.
He pulls you by the chin, turning your head to face him. “Can I fill you up nice and good baby? My cum’ll make you feel better.” He reassured, his dick pulsating inside of you. You nod eagerly and that’s all he needed. A few more pumps and you both climaxed, his hot thick ropes of cum filling you up, mixing with your lewd juices that are just as warm as the inside of your pussy.
Legs spasming as you turn your head to the side, closing your eyes and drifting away before you know it.
–
The light peeking through the window, shining in annoyingly. Eyes fluttering open, you’re met with Choso sitting in a chair near the bed. Leaning forward with a worrisome look on his face, elbows well-rested on his thighs. “I’m not doing that again to you while you’re sick.” His tone filled with fear.
A smile on your lips. “I do feel a lot better though.”
This is wild but others may be into it (I am others).
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higurumaxcoworker!reader pt2
You've got the hots for your coworker but there's a problem, he's a married man and you're in a "serious" relationship. However, every problem has a solution.
Pairing: HigurumaxCoworker!Reader
Warning: MDNI, infidelity etc.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: This one is a bit more simple, so you can get a side of Higuruma and how he views the reader.
Part1 ᱬ Late Nights
With all the evidence that connects to the scene, you should already know the outcome of thinking about Higuruma in this manner. It won’t hold up in court, how would you even plead your case? You couldn’t, not when you knew how easily the truth would unfold if you even thought of pleading innocent.
Now you’re slightly avoiding eye contact with him, when he gets too close you shift away. You’re hoping he’s way too focused on the cases at hand to even pick up on what’s going on, especially since you’re planning everything ahead to make sure you don’t make the mistake of staying late at the office.
But that’s impossible, Higuruma that picks up on the smallest details, Higuruma that could most likely find a needle in a haystack quicker than most, Higuruma that picks the cases that have little to no chances of winning and somehow still end up winning in the end. No, nothing could get past him.
The question here is, would he actually say anything? You are his assistant, would it be wrong for him to doubt the reason you’re rushing things and impressively enough not making any mistakes. Yet, to him, it was only a matter of time.
Unfortunately for right now he had to endure you leaving earlier than usual. He had to get accustomed to being without your ever so often jokes about the silliest things, even if it wasn’t funny your laugh sure is contagious.
Pulling small chuckles from him, picking up most of the work for him simply because he’s a “good” coworker although he didn’t see what you saw. He began over analyzing everything, maybe it was because of him that you didn’t want to stay anymore.
Did he mistakenly do something inappropriate and hadn’t noticed? Would you even say anything if he did, he wasn’t all that sure. Was it the snacks, but you’d show him the warmest smile whenever he did get you something simply because he remembered. He cared and just wanted to show his appreciation, he knew that he couldn’t take you for granted he would do everything in his power to not make that kind of mistake.
He even put up a mini investigation board, he needed to crack this case. Honestly, this was taking more of his sleep than his normal cases would, mainly because he couldn’t afford to ask for your help.
Higuruma’s got this information written down. You’d avoid making eye contact or even consulting him on the smallest things, if he walked into the office and you weren’t needed at that moment you’d take your leave, anything he needed you suggested he send an email instead of asking for it directly even though you’re only a few spaces apart.
You asked that any correction he needed to be done and he didn’t want to do it through an email to leave a note on your desk with whatever it is he needed and it would get done as soon as possible.
The cherry on top was when you refused your favorite snack. The one he’d always buy for you whenever you were having a stressful day. He couldn’t recognize you anymore, you were so cold and it was eating away at him.
Basically, you cut off any kind of interaction that could happen between you two.
And now Higuruma came down to two conclusions: he really did something to make you mad but there was no possible way for him to fix it–Or, someone was making you act this way.
That was getting his hopes up, sure, but it was still a possibility. Maybe your date went well and you got into this toxic relationship, he’s seen it happen before and it made him worry for your safety.
He decided that it’s the only logical explanation, if not he’d have no other choice but find a way to apologize for whatever it is he has done. Now all he had to do was give it time for you to make some sort of mistake for him to sneak the question in.
Yes, a matter of time before you make a mistake he has to call out on. “Y/n?” Purse in hand and your coat hanging on your forearm. “Yes sir?” He leaned against his desk, arms crossed as he scanned you up and down. It was almost like you were a piece of evidence he found and needed to examine, fully.
Anticipating his next move, his eyes narrowed as he continued to stare. Honestly, making you feel a bit subconscious. “The witness I told you to scout today, you wrote down in this file the conversation you had with them but some of the specific questions I asked you to ensure you got answers for were empty.”
“Those were hard questions for them to answer. The situation was rather…sticky.” You confess, eyes falling on the document he spoke of that was nicely placed on his desk, suspiciously in the same spot when you first placed it. “That may be the case but if we want to help our client we need those answers.”
You nod, simply agreeing. You needed to leave, to get out of this stand. The silence was heavy, it felt as if you could barely breathe with how thick it felt. Waiting for him to dismiss you as if that’s all he has to say to you.
Pushing himself off the desk and striding over. “Are you alright?” His sudden words caused you to lightly flinch, “did something happen on your date? Ever since that night you’ve been distant, absentminded.” He towered over you, at a safe distance and indisputably expecting an answer.
However, could you really explain yourself? Would you be able to look him in those brown eyes and tell him it wasn’t quite what you expected and that your relationship is boring you? Those eyes that could casually see through any lie you decided to spout.
Deep down you know better, you know it’s not right for you to put your romantic life out there and worse for another man to hear. You hadn’t reached your limit, so no, there was no way you’d confess anything. “It went well.” Lips quirked up into the most false smile you could muster.
And all Mr. Higuruma did was stare, stare at the way you feigned stability. He wanted, no, he needed to push more to find out what was wrong with his little assistant. For the sake of your work dynamic that is.
Bidding him farewell as you turn on your heel. “Allow me to buy you a drink, for all your hard work.” He spoke out of nowhere, you two have gone and drank together before but now you needed distance more than ever.
“Sir, I get that your wife trusts you enough to be out late with me but it’s not appropriate nor a good look for me. I appreciate the offer but I must get going.” He notably wasn’t expecting those words, words so cold that they left chills on your lips.
You left without even allowing him a response. If you wanted to keep your job and mental health in check you needed to refuse any invitation of his.
While you wanted nothing more than to accept, especially since drinking with Higuruma is fun and quite frankly what you need is a good distraction. You couldn’t allow yourself that satisfaction when you’re not in a good spot with your boyfriend. So what were you doing drunk off your ass with Shoko?
Complaining about the way that life’s so unfair with your failing love life and all. “Girl, is it really that bad that he doesn’t know how to fuck you the right way?” You glare in her direction.
“I’m sure you and Utahime have an amazing sex life but that’s because you two are compatible.” You rest your head on the little table as you hold your shot glass, slightly groaning. “Then just break up, find someone you are compatible with.”
Raising your head but your body sways from side to side. “But it’s his only flaw, he's the sweetest and kindest sure he’s toxic at times but overall he’s a great guy.”
“Clearly sweetness and kindness isn’t making your panties wet.” You allow your face to hit the table once more with a whine, she was right and you hated that.
You’ve had your couple of drinks, you were really wasted now but so was Shoko. A tap on your shoulder, raising your head slightly, eyes heavy, you could barely keep them open. A face that looks rather familiar.
“Y/n, let’s go home.” Your boyfriend came to pick you up, he seemed worried especially seeing the current state that you’re in. He helps you up, throwing your arm over his shoulder. “I already called Utahime for you Shoko.” “Thank you” Her voice barely audible as she waves us goodbye.
Those were the sweet parts of your boyfriend that you appreciate, he cares, in his way for you and those you hold dearly. Whenever he brings you your favorite snacks or drinks, he always brings some for your coworkers, or if you’re out with your friends for brunch he’d send flowers for you and your friends
Which is why you knew it was wrong to have those thoughts of Higuruma. It was heat, that’s all it could be, but that isn’t all in life and you damn sure weren’t going to through it away for whatever it is you think you have going on with Mr. Higuruma.
Stay tuned for the next part!
@alebrasil0101
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Late nights with your coworker Higuruma at the office...?
Pairing: HigurumaxCoworker!Reader
Warning: MDNI, a bit of Degradation, piv, infidelity, office affair, teasing, etc.
Word Count: 1k
A/N: Wanted to prep you guys for tomorrow, this is a timeskip to when they're already in each other's pants. Enjoy!
It now became routine, routine for you to stay the night not caring for consequences that came after. But it wasn’t so innocent anymore, you and Higuruma weren’t staying the night in the office, instead it was in hotel rooms.
Nights where you two were doing anything but work. The sounds of bare flesh slapping against each other echoed down the hall and your loud moans weren’t far behind, squishing your cheeks together with one hand as his other palmed your ass. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He asked a knowing grin in his voice.
Higuruma was positioned behind you going at a mean pace, driving his cock in and out of you not caring who would hear your desperate moans and whimpers. He let go of your cheeks and placed both hands on your hips. “Feels good, huh.” Eagerly nodding over your shoulder as he dug deeper, kissing your cervix in between thrusts your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Yesss, right there ‘ruma.” Your voice weak but filled to the brim with pleasure.
“You just love being fucked by another cock, don’t you?” Your head a blur, all you can do is smile and nod, he was fucking you juuust right. Nothing compared to how your boyfriend did it. If you were in your right senses maybe you’d feel bad for those thoughts.
But right now while he had his hands on your hips, those thoughts aren’t so bad. “More please.” The sound of a loud smack filling the room, your body recoiled forward. His hand soothing the spot on your ass that he just hit so mercilessly. “You’ve got no shame, begging for more.” He shakes his head as he pulls out, your body chasing after him.
“Tsk, tsk. Such an eager little slut.” His eyes on you and he bit his bottom lip, stroking his shaft that was well coated with your slick. “Turn over for me.” Higuruma said you were eager but with how fast he flipped you on your back you began to wonder who truly was the eager one in this situation.
Hooking under your legs to pull you closer and placing you in a nasty mating press. This must be where he wasn’t as eager as you were, resting his cock on top of your throbbing clit. Your eyes took in the view, lips parted. Meeting his gaze, a wicked smirk on his lips. “Enjoying the view, love?” You couldn’t process his words since you were too busy licking your lips at the appetizing sight.
Then he began rubbing his tip up and down, teasing you some more. Your whines evident that you were dying for him to ram inside you again. Tapping your clit with his tip, you let out a breathless ‘fuuuck’, Higuruma lets out a victorious chuckle. He was basking in every reaction that he pulled out of you.
“Go on, beg me to fuck you.” That smirk on his face made you truly understand just how much power he had over you, not only in the office but here in the bedroom as well. Coating his finger with drool before he began playing with your nipple, never breaking eye contact with you for a single second. “Please, fuck me Hiromi.” As soon as his name left your lips he wasted no time shoving his cock inside.
“Such a naughty little thing, calling my name at a moment like this.” He continued to play with your tits as he fucked you, pushing your legs back some more. You were feeling every thick inch of him, your brain scrambled as he caressed your insides. “‘S good.” You whined over and over, a pool of pleasure forming in your stomach.
Your pussy clamping down on him, throwing his head back as he fucked into you in a now more sloppier pace. “Fuck love, do you grip him like this or is just me?” “‘romi, s-so close.” you can barely form your words as you feel your inevitable orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum all over your cock.” Squeezing your eyes shut as you creamed all over his length, moaning his name over and over.
“That’s it baby.” He kissed you on your forehead, slowly moving his hips as he let you ride out your orgasm, legs shaking against him. Your head slumped to the side, your mind was in the clouds. Completely ignoring the fact that his hand that played with your tits so nicely had that shining band wrapped around his finger.
None of it mattered to you two, the fact that you were in a relationship or that he was married. Nor was he finished with you, no. That would be too easy. Moving his brick-hard dick again and catching your full attention, eyes widen as you briefly take in the reality of the situation. “I’m going to fill you up nice and good.” With a snap of his hips he was fully inside of you once more.
Toes curling as he began to pound again. “You’re so wet for me, so warm and good.” You weren’t registering anything at the moment and how could you, you were too gone to even focus properly. You’re seeing stars right now, his recurring thrusts shaking your whole body. Hitting your g-spot juuust right.
Whimpering, practically foaming at the mouth, it wasn’t long before you felt another rush build up. Your pussy tightening around him once more, he seemed to be just as affected, a dazed look in his tired eyes.
Before you knew it, he was filling you up with thick ropes of cum, your legs spasming as he shuddered against you. Both with labored breaths, a heat behind the gaze that you both shared. Sealing your lips in a passionate kiss. There was no doubt that this needed to end, it shouldn’t even have started in the first place.
And yet you couldn’t stay away from each other, both craving each other’s touch each and every single moment.
Taglist: @alebrasil0101
See you guys tomorrow with the new part of the series.
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higurumaxcoworker!reader pt1
You've got the hots for your coworker but there's a problem, he's a married man and you're in a "serious" relationship. However, every problem has a solution.
Pairing: HigurumaxCoworker!Reader
Warning: MDNI, infidelity, dirty thoughts, masturbation, mentions of sex etc.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Here we go with the new series, a new part will be out this thursday!! I hope you guys like this, the smut is on its way. I haven’t decided just how much parts this will be.
Was it a coincidence? Maybe, it has to be. If not, which other reason would Higuruma have for always going to you when he needs things done the right way. Or when he needs help figuring out a case that he’s so close to cracking. Clearly, it’s ‘cause you’re the only one he knows well enough to trust with these sorts of tasks.
The only person that understands him well enough to know how he’d handle certain cases, what clues to search for, whom to speak to; yes, it’s your eye for detail, that’s the only logical explanation for him keeping you until late hours of the night at the office. Especially since he’s on one end and you’re on the other. Working. Focused.
Your boyfriend claims there’s something going on between you two. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, Mr. Higuruma’s married, that gold band wrapped around his finger is always the first thing that catches your attention in the morning and the last thing you see before saying goodbye.
Not like you’ve thought of it, no. There’s no way you’ve thought about Mr. Higuruma bending you over his desk, those strong hands wrapped around your neck like a necklace, that deep voice of his whispering sweet nothings in your ear, no. You could never think those filthy, dark, tempting thoughts.
There’s no way you can deny that he’s a well-kept man, carefully dressed with polished loafers whenever he stepped in the office. But you’d expect nothing less from a successful man of his caliber. Mhm, there’s nothing going on between you two.
Plus, you’re well aware that he sees you in the same light you see him. Simple coworkers; that each day stay late at the office, working on cases till you’re both almost about to pass out and stay the night.
And you did, once. But boy, did you get an earful from your boyfriend. “How can you do something like that?”, “Do you even respect me as your boyfriend?”, “Is work all that matters to you?” or something along the lines of that. And deep down you knew he was right, but this feeling of having Higuruma’s approval was what kept you going.
Whenever he praised you, gave you words of encouragement, rewarded you with your favorite snack you’d push all that guilt planted inside of you by your boyfriend deep down, so far you’d forget about it completely.
“And what does your wife think?” One day, you ask abruptly as you’re both, once again, alone in the office. Normally you wouldn’t care about your boyfriend's words, since he can be really toxic at times even though he’s “working” on it. Higuruma looks slightly lost, confused to say the least. “What should she think? She trusts me.”
It was at that moment that you felt like the air was knocked out of you, you felt small in this scenery. She trusts him, something you and your boyfriend should have. But you didn’t, allowing you to realize just how much you envied what Mr. Higuruma has with his wife and how perfect their marriage is.
Hey, maybe it comes with the years. They’ve been married for–what? Ten years? You’ve never cared enough to keep track to be honest. You didn’t want to think about it any longer, now you’d be going to the office to clock in and clock out as quickly as possible.
Because you had a bright idea, that maybe, listen cause it gets really good. You should focus on your own relationship, focus on making things work between you and your boyfriend. Concentrate on doing your makeup more, fixing your wardrobe, not slaving away in the office.
But even so, your eyes couldn’t help but wonder. Wonder what was going on whenever Mr. Higuruma would leave early with a bouquet in his hands or when he dressed nicely in a fresh suit that was dashed in cologne, your favorite. Was his cologne your favorite because of the way it would force you to follow his trail when he walked by or was it your favorite because it was the one he always wore?
All these thoughts running through your head were not motivational for you to work on your own relationship, which you should be doing, instead of mentally butting in someone else’s. ‘Cause that’s all it was, Mr. Higuruma never spoke about his marriage which to you meant he kept his life private, right?
Wrong.
One night, you found yourself in the office working late, even though you had a date with your boyfriend. But you were allowed to be fifteen–maybe twenty minutes late. The sounds of your freshly done nails clacking away on the keyboard. A nice flowy dress with your coat hanging across the back rest of your chair, makeup nicely done and hair fixed pleasantly.
Yeah, you couldn’t wait for your date and you were almost finished. “Y/n.” You stopped, turning to face where the sound came from. Higuruma was as close as he’d usually get when he really wanted to explain something to you, fully.
Leaning in, his hand propped up against the desk. His jacket off since he placed it on the back rest of his chair a while ago, that cologne of his teasing your nose as it usually did. “You made a typo right here in this clause.” His voice filled with exhaustion, these days he seemed more burned out than usual.
Running his fingers over his eyes slowly, he’s typically seen fatigued but there was something different about tonight. As if, there was something troubling him. “Oh, I’ll fix it right away.” Though that’s not what you wanted to say.
Eyes following him as he walked back over to his desk, his fingers carelessly combing through his hair as he continued to scan over the document. “Are you going somewhere special tonight?” His abrupt words caught you off guard once more.
He was now well seated in his chair, slightly turning from side to side. You didn’t know what to say, part of you doesn’t want to mention your…date. But the guilt you’d have for lying about your whereabouts was something you didn’t want to shoulder.
“I have a date tonight.” Your words neutral as you resume your typing, though, you make it sound like you’re single and finally going on a date. “Hmm.” Is his response. Not much intention behind it, as if he’s not surprised.
“Why the sudden question?” Damn it, did you really feel the need to ask? The sound of the printer as it printed out the sheet you sent, you didn’t even hear his footsteps before he made his way to you once more. With a shrug of his shoulders, “you just happen to look different. That’s all.”
Turning in your chair, “in a good way or a bad way?” “Good way.” How should you interpret these words of his, it was a mystery truly. Little did you know that earlier that day while you were up and down the office trying to advance as rapidly as you could with your work, the male coworkers were talking and Higuruma was listening.
“Did you see Y/n?” One says to the other, “she looks way prettier than usual, think she’s got a date?” They were all curious, as you don’t ever mention nor does anyone come to pick you from work. “She must have a boyfriend, with a face like that I’d be more shocked if she didn’t.”
Higuruma never truly stood around long enough to hear any work gossip, didn’t interest him. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the reason you were so dolled up at work.
“Mr. Higuruma?” Snapped out of his thoughts as you waved in front of him, feels like it’s been a minute since you’ve been trying to get his attention. “Are you alright? I think it’s time for us to go home.” You said as you picked up your jacket draping it around your shoulders.
His gaze lingered for quite a moment, before he finally grounds himself. “Sure, you’re right.” Walking back over to his desk as you continue to ready your things to leave.
Your date wasn’t anything other than the norm, dinner, talking, sex and a good night's rest. The sex with your boyfriend isn’t disappointing but it’s not mind-blowing either. Sometimes you even find yourself finishing the job as your boyfriend lies soundly asleep next to you. Snoring away.
Not even if a train passed would he awake from his slumber. So you decided to do what you normally do and finish what he started, tending to your attention-deprived cunt. Placing two fingers over your clit and working yourself with a bit of saliva, applying enough pressure to feel that pleasure you were so deeply craving.
Closing your eyes as you feel the arousal fill in your stomach, legs twitching and hips bucking. Picking up the pace with your fingers, wet noises and desperate whimpers slowly slipping out. There’s no doubt you're close to having your usual self-inflicting orgasm your mind wonders, with whatever that will help you cum faster. Your boyfriend should come to mind but instead you picture Higuruma between your legs. That nose of his well rested on your slit as his tongue curls around your clit.
Your thighs spasming as your orgasm crashes into you way faster than you anticipated, almost letting out his name in the process. All while your boyfriend is sleeping soundly at your side.
Yep, you were trash. Not only for desperately wishing another man would fuck you when you’ve just had sex with your boyfriend but a married man at that.
Stay tuned for the next part!
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ℛ𝓊𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓊, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝒶𝓉.
Everyone caught on to the slight change, the way you’d almost always give Satoru smack and he’d hardly react. The way he’d listen to your taunts and do just that, listen.
The way he’d attend every party you did, somewhere down the line you’d both disappear. Always unmistakably at the same time.
The suspicions grew even more when you stopped your casual hookups, rumors started. Not like you’d care for any of it, no, you were too…busy.
Busy with your classes and busy with—
“ngh-“ “that’s it baby, open wide.” Satoru lips quirked up, brows furrowed as he continued to shove his dick down your throat.
How could you care about anything else going on besides this, you were too busy being filled and played with. And those taunts that sometimes would go unnoticed…
Your eyes meet for a brief moment, “such a needy slut, you love when I shut you up like this, don’t you?” Bobbing your head in agreement. You loved when he’d overpower you, being at his mercy filled something inside of you that you didn’t know was empty to begin with.
His thrusts begin slowing but that doesn’t stop you, you were addicted to his cock, you loved the shape, the color, the slight curve it had. This was your reward for being such a good girl.
Satoru switched from his standing position to now seated on the edge of the bed, you on your knees in front of him. It wasn’t long before you were hooked on his dick again.
Wrapping your tongue around his tip and slightly sucking, suckling like a baby. “Fuck.” His head swings back, you run your tongue down his length and then make your way back up.
Swallowing his cock with ease, bringing your hand up and jerking him off as you continue to suck. His hips buck and he immediately shifts his head to look at you, a bit surprised by the sudden action.
“Mhm, just like that pretty. You’re doing such a good job.” His praises only made you all the more hungry for his perfect cock, meeting his gaze as you take him to the hilt, a few tears forming in your eyes.
Drool dripping down your chin, it was messy, the floor a slight slippery mess. “Mphm-“ you try to form words but what could possibly be more important than this? Satoru pulls you by the hair, bringing you up to his tip.
Your brows furrowed, trying to savour the taste as best as you could, causing a devilish grin to form on his sweet lips. “I know you’re eager, but I’ve told you to not talk with your mouth full.” You simply nod in complete submission.
In moments like these Satoru has the utmost control over you, you’d be on cloud nine so it’s not like you could process most of it.
Opening your mouth wide, tapping his tip on your tongue before swallowing it one more. Going up and down his length, picking up the pace.
He groans as you go faster, Satoru wasn’t all that vocal but the little sounds he’d let out drove you nuts. “Mgh-baby I’m-“ his voice cracked.
Doing a circle motion on his dick with both your hand and your mouth, that was all he needed. The hot liquid flowing down your throat, you continue sucking without mercy.
Satoru falling on his back hitting against the soft mattress, his loud breathing only making you more aroused.
You pull away with a soft pop, kissing his tip before resting your head against his leg. Raising his head to look at you, only to met with that wicked smile of yours.
His head drops back down with a satisfied beam.
Art by _lildev__
Wanted to do something quick! Ideas are flowing for nerdjo
Heated Rivalry
Synopsis: You and Satoru are sworn enemies, always competing against each other and shoving it in each other’s faces whenever one of you wins. Nothing but a rivalry, yet somehow, a game of seven minutes in heaven brings out something you’ve both been denying.
Pairing: Satoru Gojo(Nerdjo) x Female!Reader
Warning: MDNI, smut, explicit language, fingering, teasing, oral (f!rec), a bit of plot, slight (maybe-maybe not) oc.
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: I can't get nerdjo out of my head, he'd be so arrogant about his smarts being able to outsmart him would be so fun lol
“You’re so privileged and spoiled.” You gasp, now he's done it. Grabbing him by the collar, “what did you say to me nerd?”
Let’s rewind a bit.
In the university there were two powerful and important people, their families were big contributors but their smarts were what really broke barriers. Those two people were You and Satoru Gojo.
You both fell into an inevitable competition, trying to secure the number one spot. You’d always beat him in some tests and vice versa, in terms of overall score you were neck and neck.
Nothing grinded your gears more than not knowing who was the winner. When you did win, you’d rub it in his face without mercy and when it came to him, he’d do the same.
Slamming down your perfectly manicured hand on his desk, catching his attention as you whip the paper around in his face. “You know the drill Toru, don’t even try to lie about your scoring, I know you didn’t beat me.” With a smirk on your lips, looking down on him.
His glasses slightly low, he didn’t peek up casually ignoring your existence a bit. That ticked you off but you remained composed, moving your hand to rest on your hip, shifting from side to side.
Your short skirt revealing a bit of your legs. Satoru raises his paper suddenly. His read the full score while yours was off by one point.
Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “you were saying?” Standing up straight, your jaw clenched as you lowered your paper.
Swaying his hand, “now run along, don’t you have some guy you should be hanging off of? Leave the book smarts to the smart people.”
You stormed away from him, taking your seat. One of the jocks that normally swarm around you, staring daggers at Satoru. “Want me to rough him up babe?” Rolling your eyes as your arms remained crossed over your chest. “Shut up.”
It was no secret that even though you were one of the top students you wanted to live your college life to the fullest, you’d do a bit of weed, stay out late, hook up with a few guys and so on.
But that didn’t mean you weren’t smart.
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It’s your typical Friday, a frat party scheduled to start at nine. A couple of your friends either drunk or high. But your mind was elsewhere, planning a way to score higher than Satoru and rubbing it in his pretentious face.
Bringing your drink up to your lips and sipping slowly as you simply blend in with the environment around you.
“Hey Y/n, care to join us for a game of seven minutes in heaven?” A guy whose eyes were glued to your legs, typical. But hey, maybe what you needed was to make out with someone and take your mind off of your current troubles.
With a shrug of your shoulder you told this random guy to lead the way, leaning against his arm as he did just that.
Everyone huddled around the bottle, you and the guy arrived. “Room for two more?” The guy raises his fingers.
Your eyes scan the room and—no fucking way.
Sat on the side of some girl whose eyes are practically glued to the guy you have at your side. Satoru Gojo, dressed differently tonight.
He wore a dark blue polo, nicely crisped slacks, with some black loafers to accompany. And for some reason, he changed those simple glasses he’d wear all the time. These were fancier and that hair of his, luscious white locs that were fixed strategically. To my indifference, he had his hair down for once. Nothing less could be expected from him.
Wait, were you really praising him right now?
What was he doing here? He didn’t show up to these kinds of scenes, and clearly, he was out of his element.
Fingers twitching as he watched the girl sat next to him, she must’ve dragged him here. And that gaze of his was all over the place, inevitably making eye contact with you. It didn’t last long as you were dragged to the free space there was.
The game started, the first person spinning the bottle. After a while of a couple people going in, neither you, Satoru, the guy or the girl on the side of Satoru had gone in the closet.
It was the guy’s turn and he brought his face close to your ear before spinning, “we’re next sweetheart.” his hand on my hip pulling you closer, the bottle does its rounds, everyone’s focused. If it wasn’t for the music in the background the room would be dead silent.
The bottle comes to a stop on the girl on the side of Satoru, the guy irritated refuses to get up. “Hey, isn’t the game about letting the bottle decide? No exceptions?” Satoru spoke up to your surprise.
Placing his hand around the girl and pulling her slightly closer, finally she raises her head, “she’s cute enough, isn’t she?” A sly grin on his face.
Satoru was quiet but he knew how to sway a crowd, you’ll give him that. Everyone’s attention was focused on the guy and with the way things were going he would have no choice but to accept.
“Go ahead, we can have fun later.” You lean him to whisper to the guy. His ears actually seemed to perk up. The guy stood up and walked over to the girl, grabbing her hand. “Let’s get this over with.”
Pulling her into the closet. Some people began talking, others were on their phones while we waited for the seven minutes to be up.
“Yo Toru, you’re the only one missing.” Some random guy said, “Y/n is missing as well.” A girl chimed in, this was not the time for you to be noticed by other people.
Satoru moved his head around, as if he could care less to be here. “It’s pretty funny how it’s always just you two.” Your fingers halt from your mindless scrolling.
“Always neck and neck, fighting for the top spot. I’d lose it if there was some girl giving me a run for my money at sports.” The guy chuckles, “there probably is, you just haven’t met her yet.” Said the girl from earlier, a track star actually.
“You’d obviously think that, there’s more to football than just running.” He says casually, “even if there is, I’m pretty sure I’d have you beat.”
This time the guy lets out a dry chuckle. “What?”, “It's laughable you think a girl can’t beat you at your own game.” The girl has a more challenging tone in her voice. “There’s yet to be one.” The guy shoots back.
“We’ve never met up on the field, that’s why.” The girl was about to step forward but you grab her by the shoulder. She looks at you for a brief moment, you shake your head. It’s a losing cause against a jock that’s full of himself.
“Oh yeah? I’m sure a little track star can’t beat me.”
“That’s enough,” Satoru stops the guy from saying anymore, “what? It’s only a friendly competition, we'll settle a score unlike you two. You two are the best there is.”
“Well, it’s ‘you two’ until it actually matters.”
The grip around your phone tightened, what did he just say? Your head makes a sharp turn in Satoru’s direction. He shrugs his shoulders with an innocent smile.
“Funny—when it matters, people usually look past you.” Crossing your arms over your chest. “Weird, I remember them skipping you when it actually counted.” Everyone’s gaze tackling between you and Satoru as you continue our exchange.
“Please, whenever you’re picked it’s because I’m not available.” You begin to stride over, “not available—or just not the right choice?” Satoru lowers those stupid glasses of his.
Your tongue strides over your teeth, making a clicking sound with your mouth. You were fuming. Suddenly the door from the closet swung open, “we’re done.” The guy came out holding hands with the girl.
There goes your hook up. First you didn’t score first place in the last test, Satoru keeps rubbing it in your face and now you just lost a secure hook up.
If there was any other way this night could get more fucked up you’d like to see.
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Blinking your two eyes slowly, as you face the door of the closet. “What the actual fuck?” Your voice low as you’re too stunned to actually let out a real reaction.
Evidently you jinxed yourself, you wanted to see just how worse your night could get. The sound of his lips making a ‘tch’ causing your eyes to slightly widen before turning in his direction.
“Quit being such a whiny baby.” Satoru let out a sigh before his words, he couldn’t be serious. “You think I want to be here? With you?” Always such a sharp tone.
You roll your eyes, “why didn’t you refuse back there then? If we both did then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He gave a more flat laugh this time. “We were the only two left, you think me refusing would’ve stopped this? You’re undoubtedly more dense than I give you credit for.”
Inching closer to him, “you think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” He responds by rolling his eyes. “Thinking means I doubt it.”
“God, can you be any more infuriating?” Turning away from him, as a loud sigh leaves your lips.
“I’m sorry I won’t bend to your every word like all those other losers do.”
Making a sharp turn, “at least they know their place.” He looks away, with a sly smirk on his lips. “I’m not below you princess, no matter how smart you think you are or how rich your family is, all you are is a conceited brat. You’re so privileged and spoiled.”
Knocking a few things down in your pursuit, grabbing him by the collar. Jaw clenched as you looked him in those electric eyes.
He stumbles a bit, hitting against the nearest wall. “What did you just say nerd?” You practically spat the last word, how dare he say those stuff about you.
Both of your breaths rasped, eyes trailing down to Satoru’s chest the way it rose and unmistakably caved. Soon they flick back up, meeting his.
Coarse strands slightly covering his eyes. Eyes that were focused on your lips.
Huh?
Next thing you knew, Satoru crashed his lips against yours. The kiss eager as if the minute either of you pulled away everything would be over.
Cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, your knees going weak. This feeling was unfamiliar to you like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
You break the kiss, releasing your grip from his collar, panting as you stand at a safer distance. Satoru running a hand through his hair.
The click of the door caught the attention of both of you, “time’s up guys.” You rush out of the closet and out of the room.
“Y/n!” Satoru calls out chasing after you.
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“Maybe we should go in next.” The jock says to the track star, to which she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
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Squeezing your way through the crowd was a difficult feat, yet somehow, you lost sight of Satoru. Making your way into one of the bathrooms.
What was he thinking? Kissing you like that, raising your hand to slightly touch your lips. Your heart beating so hard you actually think it might beat out of your chest.
The taste of a cool, refreshing breeze that pulled me in for more. No, you have to snap out of it.
Shaking your head to get the thought of his rough yet soft lips out of your mind, he’s your opponent and not to mention you two are complete opposites.
You retouch your makeup before leaving, your eyes scan the room and just your luck they briefly meet with Satoru’s. You’re squeezing through the crowd once more.
Hiding away in whichever room you found, “Shoko?” Yep, you were really having bad luck tonight. Shoko pulled away from some guy— “Ijichi?”.
Nope, you weren’t dealing with this. Stepping out of the room your face palms against some guy you’ve hooked up with before. “Y/n where you’ve been baby?”
Suddenly you’re being yanked away by the hand, “sorry she’s busy.” Blinking repeatedly as if to figure out why you were once again this close to Satoru, so close to the point you could hear how fast his heart was beating.
Snuggled tightly against his chest, one hand on your wrist and the other well rested on your arm pulling you impossibly close.
He pulls you away, you’re practically staggering as you try to keep up with Satoru. Dragging you to whatever empty room he found and quite smoothly locking the door behind him.
Rushing a hand through his hair, “finally, we’re alone.” You swallow slowly, as your gaze focused on him.
There was a great silence before Satoru decided to break it, his grip still on your wrist. You didn’t pull away, not after the way he practically chased you down.
“Why’d you run?” That simple question took a shot at your ego honestly. “I don’t owe you any explanation.” Your words coming out harsher than you expected.
His lips twitched into a smirk but you could tell he was fuming. “You do actually, especially after kissing me like that.” Your cheeks immediately flushed, what was wrong with you?
“You kissed me.”
“And you kissed back.”
Gritting your teeth, even though he was right you weren’t going to stand there and admit it, he always wants to be right. Every. Single. Time. “I was feeling tipsy.”
“Drunk people often reveal their true desires.”
You freeze, he leans in close to your ear. “Don’t be shy, be a bit more honest Y/n.” The feel of his hot breath against your ear made your body slightly jolt. What more could you lose, right?
Turning away from his gaze, “I guess…in the heat of the moment…I didn’t mind kissing–” Satoru cupped your face and sealed your lips into a sweet kiss, pushing against you as you stumble backwards. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, inevitably dominating you within seconds.
The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Satoru breaks away allowing you to catch your breath. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “I’ve longed for this.” Dipping his head, teasing your neck with his tongue.
“Every time you teased–” A peck. “Every time you’d be mean–” Another. “Every time you swayed those hips of yours.” You couldn’t believe your ears, maybe ‘cause they were so hot in this moment. He left gentle yet pressing kisses on all over your neck.
His hand gliding up your inner thigh slowly, lifting the tight material revealing the wet mess between your legs, “wearing these slutty skirts—you just love the looks you get from guys, don’t you?” That made you pause. You weren’t expecting him to say stuff like this.
Hell, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you like he did, “such a dirty little whore, you’re already this wet?” His fingers pressed hard against the damp fabric, fuck, heavy breathing as he rubbed your clit.
“Satoru.” You groan, “pathetic.” He snapped back against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
Knees weak and ready to buckle, how could you be enjoying this? It must be the alcohol—you’re not a lightweight.
He feels the way your legs tremble against his touch, letting out a dark chuckle. You weren’t the only one enjoying this. Shifting you so now you were laying down on the bed. Satoru slid your panties to the side, dipping his fingers in. A most audible gasp escaping your lips.
Moving his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, “such a pretty pussy for a naughty girl.” He said, placing kisses against your inner thigh. The pace was enough for you to barely feel him there. “Please Satoru more…” You pleaded.
“Where’s all that spark gone, huh baby?” Shoving his fingers deeper, “a-ah yes—“ those long, thick fingers of his having their way inside of your pussy, the wet noises filled the room even though there some music in the background.
Satoru continued to pump his digits in and out of your greedy hole, his thumb barely grazing your clit. You should feel embarrassed, being overpowered by pleasure and by your supposed to be opponent. It was never intended for him to see this side of you.
Lifting your head a little, not once did you ever imagine Satoru Gojo would look like this. In between your legs–giving his undivided attention to your cunt. “Am I allowed a taste?” Before you can process his words, he ran his tongue over your entrance.
All the way up to your clit, “fuuuuck, this is better than I imagined.” He slid his glasses to rest on top of his hair, his gaze filled with the same look of determination he’d usually have around a test or assignment he knew he’d ace.
Twisting his fingers as he lowered his head, making eye contact. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, closing his mouth around your nub, sucking gently. “Oh-fuck!” Your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
His gaze pierced through you, he watched every jerk of your body, every sound you made and the way you wouldn’t let go of these sheets. He pulls out his fingers, you almost shudder from the loss but instead you’re shuddering from the way he began to fully stroke you with his tongue.
A jolt of pleasure running down your spine and building in your stomach, god you were close, squeezing your legs. But Satoru didn’t mind being squished between your legs, in fact, he loved it. It wasn’t hard to notice in those soft cyan colored eyes of his.
Instead of struggling, he was moving with more intent. Groaning against your pussy. “Taste so good, you gonna cum for me, right baby?” Sending vibrations throughout your body with the way he spoke while being in so deep.
Shoving his tongue inside occasionally, licking every corner of your pussy with tenacity. Spreading your thighs for more access, quivering around his grip. “Satoru—almost there.” You rasp, chest heaving.
Lapping at your entrance before gliding up to your pulsating clit again, “don’t be shy, say my name.” He says before continuing, gritting your teeth as your orgasm pierces through your entire body.
“Satoruuu~” a sweet harmony he’d come to enjoy hearing more often, you shudder underneath him, your legs spasming as he didn’t let up right away.
Kissing your inner thigh before resting his head against it, you’re still trying to calm your labored breathing. “From now on, you’re not doing this with anyone else.” Satoru said with a calm grin.
You didn’t protest, you were way past that now.
Thanks for reading! I'm thinking of making a Higuruma one but as coworkers. I still have another choso one in the works hehe. See you guys next time.
