Summary: As older teens, Gojo and Y/N are imprisoned in a secret facility where they're treated as dangerous experiments. Through stolen moments together, they fall deeply in love and eventually escape, dreaming of a future where they can finally be free. But when Y/N learns she's being tracked and will always put Gojo in danger, she has to make a choice.
"Subject 1005, Y/n L/n." The words of the doctors behind you mumbled into one big blur. They were so loud that it made you curl tighter into your knees. Clipboards shuffled. Pens clicked. Shoes squeaked against the white tile floor.
"Cursed energy output remains stable."
"Emotional suppression seems ineffective."
"We should increase exposure during the next trial."
You squeezed your eyes shut......Trial. Such a harmless word for something that left your body aching for days afterward. The room smelled too clean, it made you nauseous. Bleach, medicine, rubber gloves.
Cold. Everything in this place was cold. Your fingernails dug into the thin fabric of your hospital pants as another sharp pulse of cursed energy crawled beneath your skin. One of the machines beside you immediately began beeping.
"See?" a doctor muttered. "The spikes worsen under stress."
Stress. You almost laughed at that. A sudden clang echoed from somewhere down the hall, followed by shouting. The doctors paused.
Then—
"Put me down before I make you regret touching me." A lazy, irritated voice drifted through the open doorway. Your eyes lifted slightly.
"Well, someone's in a good mood today," another voice sighed.
"I'm always in a good mood," the boy replied. "You people just ruin it every single morning." More shuffling. More arguing. Then white hair came into view. Bright even beneath the dull fluorescent lights.
The boy being dragged down the hallway looked around your age, maybe a little older. Bandages wrapped loosely around his wrists where restraints had clearly been removed recently. Despite the situation, he looked completely unbothered.
Until his eyes landed on you. For a second, he stopped fighting the staff entirely. Hidden behind those dark glasses, his gaze lingered. You quickly looked back down at your knees.
"Move," one of the guards snapped at him. The boy let out an exaggerated sigh before allowing himself to be pulled away again. But even as he disappeared down the hallway, you could still feel it.
That stare, curious, interested. Like he had just found something worth paying attention to in this miserable place.
The next time you saw him was three days later. Not because you wanted to. Because he wouldn't leave you alone.
You sat outside during the hospital's designated recreation hour, knees pulled to your chest beneath the shade of the concrete overhang. The courtyard was surrounded by towering gray walls lined with cursed seals strong enough to make your skin itch whenever you got too close.
Most patients stayed away from the walls. You didn't. Your eyes traced and counted the cracks running through the stone instead.
Beyond it, somewhere far outside this place, people were probably living normal lives. Walking to school, buying groceries, complaining about homework. Existing without needles shoved into their veins every other day. It almost felt fake.
"You know staring at it won't magically break it."
You didn't look over. The white-haired boy dropped onto the bench beside you, anyway, spreading himself out like he owned the entire courtyard.
Silence settled between you. You hoped he'd get bored and leave. Instead, he tilted his head back lazily toward the sky. "I've counted," he said suddenly.
Your brows furrowed slightly.
"The guards switch every four hours. Cameras reset for exactly eight seconds at midnight. East wing security is weaker when it rains."
You finally glanced at him. He grinned the second he noticed. "There you go. Was starting to think you we're mute and deaf."
"You're loud," you muttered.
"And you're depressing." His smile widened when you frowned slightly. "What's your name?" he asked.
"You already know it."
"Right." He tapped his chin dramatically. "Subject 1005. Catchy. Very human."
Your chest tightened faintly at the sarcasm in his voice. The doctors rarely used your real name anymore. Most days, you wondered if they even remembered it. "Y/n."
"Hm?" The boy leaned forward, resting his arms across his knees as he stared at the massive wall ahead of you.
"That's my name. Y/n."
He hums in response. "One day," he said casually, "I'm getting out of here."
You looked at him again. Not because of the words. Because he sounded certain. Not hopeful. "And then what?" you asked quietly.
He turned toward you slowly, blue eyes hidden behind black lenses. "Then," he said, "I'll stand on the other side of this wall and laugh at how ugly this place is."
A small breath escaped you before you could stop it. Not quite a laugh. But close enough.
His grin immediately softened into something more genuine. "There it is," he murmured. "Knew you could do it."
You quickly looked away. But for the first time in a long time, the walls didn't feel quite as suffocating.
Months after that, he kept finding you. In the courtyard, outside the testing rooms, in the library no one used except you. It didn't seem to matter how many times the staff redirected him or threatened punishment. Somehow, Satoru Gojo always ended up beside you anyway.
You learned his full name after hearing two nurses whisper about him nervously in the hallway. "You're staring."
Your eyes flicked up from your book to find Gojo dropping into the chair across from you in the library. "Heard you broke another restraint during your trial," you said flatly.
He gasped dramatically. "Wow. Word travels fast."
"You're going to get punished."
"Already did." He shrugged like it meant nothing. But when he reached for the book in front of you, the sleeve of his hospital hoodie slid back slightly. Dark bruises wrapped around his wrist.
Your expression tightened. Gojo noticed. For once, he didn't joke. "They get annoyed when I don't cooperate," he said lightly.
Your fingers curled slightly against the page. Cooperate. You knew what that meant.
Sit still.
Let them inject.
Let them experiment until your body gave up.
You hated that word. Gojo leaned back in his chair, balancing it dangerously on two legs. "So," he said, "you planning on talking more today, or are you committed to the whole mysterious silent thing?"
"I talk."
"Mhm. Barely."
"You talk enough for both of us."
"That's true." He grinned. "Good thing you like listening to me." You rolled your eyes faintly and looked back at your book. A few seconds passed. Then—
"You should come tonight."
Your gaze lifted again. "To where?"
"The rooftop."
You blinked. "The roof is off limits."
"That's what makes it fun."
"You'll get caught."
"Nah." He waved you off. "I've done it before."
"You literally just got punished."
"And yet," he said proudly, spreading his arms, "here I am." You stared at him. He stared back expectantly. There was something dangerous about Satoru Gojo. Not in the way the doctors described him. Not because of his cursed energy. Because he made you think about things you stopped allowing yourself to want.
Freedom. Choice. Normalcy. Hope.
"You're thinking too hard," he said suddenly.
"I'm thinking realistically."
"And that," Gojo sighed dramatically, "is exactly why you need to sneak onto a rooftop with me."
You should've said no. You knew you should've. Instead, hours later, long after curfew echoed through the intercoms and the hallways went dark— you found yourself following him through the shadows of the east wing.
Gojo looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Knew you'd come."
"You sound very confident for someone currently committing at least seven violations," you whispered.
Gojo carefully pushed open the maintenance door before glancing back at you. "Eight, actually. I stole pudding from the cafeteria earlier."
You stared at him. "You're unbelievable."
"You like it." The stairwell beyond the door was dark except for the weak emergency lights lining the walls. Your footsteps stayed quiet as you climbed after him, the air growing colder with every floor.
You still couldn't believe you were doing this. If the guards caught you outside your room after curfew, they'd separate you for weeks. Maybe worse.
Gojo didn't seem worried at all. He climbed the stairs with his hands shoved into his pockets, humming softly to himself like this was some late-night adventure instead of a punishable offense. "How many times have you done this?" you asked quietly.
"Hm?" He glanced back. "Snuck out?"
"Yes."
"A lot."
"That's reassuring."
"It should be. Means I'm good at it." Before you could respond, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. You stiffened immediately.
"Quiet," he murmured. Voices echoed faintly from the floor below. Guards.
Your breath caught as Gojo pulled you into the narrow corner between the wall and the stairwell railing. The space was small—way too small—and your chest pressed against his as footsteps approached from beneath.
You could feel the warmth radiating off him even through the thin fabric of your hoodie.
"Did you check the west hall?"
"Yeah. Nothing."
"What about 1006?"
A pause.
"He's locked in his room."
Gojo covered his mouth dramatically in fake offense. You almost shoved him. The footsteps faded after another moment. Silence returned.
But Gojo still hadn't moved. Neither had you. Your pulse felt annoyingly loud. Then his voice dropped quieter than before. "You're shaking."
"I'm fine."
"You're a terrible liar." His hand loosened around your wrist slightly, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin before he finally stepped back.
The loss of warmth felt strangely immediate. "We're clear," he whispered.
You quickly looked away from him. "Lead the way." A smug smile tugged at his mouth like he noticed your reaction but decided not to comment on it. Thankfully.
A few minutes later, the rooftop door creaked open. Cold night air rushed past you instantly. Your breath caught.
The city stretched far beyond the massive walls surrounding the facility, lights glittering in the distance like stars spilled across the ground. You hadn't seen this much of the outside world in years.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Gojo walked toward the edge first, tilting his head back beneath the moonlight. "See?" he said softly. "Told you there was more than those stupid walls."
You stepped closer slowly. The wind tugged gently at your clothes. It felt... freeing. A feeling you barely recognized anymore.
Gojo glanced sideways at you. And for once, he wasn't smiling arrogantly or joking or trying to annoy you. He just looked... happy you came. Then he reached into his hoodie pocket. "I also stole these."
He held up two slightly crushed juice boxes with a grin. You blinked. "You risked getting caught for juice?"
"I'm a generous person."
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Real this time. Gojo froze slightly at the sound. Then his expression softened into something so genuine it made your chest ache. "There it is again," he said quietly. "I like that sound and I like you."
Playfully you look off into the distance. "Would you still like me if I were that bunny down there?" You laugh.
"Yes, every time you laugh your nose kind of twitches like one. It's one of the things I like about you. It's cute."
Your laughter faded almost immediately after he said it. Not because you wanted it to. Because you weren't used to someone noticing things like that. Gojo seemed to realize it too. His smile softened slightly as he handed you one of the juice boxes. "Don't make it weird," he said casually, leaning against the railing. "I'm still cooler than you."
You rolled your eyes faintly before taking it from him. The juice was warm. Probably stolen hours ago. But somehow it still tasted better than anything the hospital had given you in years.
The two of you sat near the edge of the rooftop in comfortable silence, legs stretched out beneath the glow of the moon. From down below, the facility looked smaller. Less suffocating. Like maybe it wasn't impossible to escape after all.
Gojo laid back against the concrete with his hands behind his head. "So," he said, "what were you like before this place?"
Your grip tightened slightly around the juice box. "I don't remember."
He turned his head toward you. "You don't remember?"
"Not much." Pieces, maybe. A blurry kitchen. Rain against windows. Someone crying. But every memory before the hospital felt faded around the edges now, like something half-erased. "They took a lot of it," you admitted quietly. "The treatments made things... fuzzy."
Gojo's expression darkened slightly. You had seen that look before during evaluations. The one he got whenever the doctors talked about patients like experiments instead of people. "What about you?" you asked.
He was quiet for a second. Then he huffed softly. "I remember enough." Something in his tone told you not to push further.
So, you didn't. The wind blew between you gently. Then— "They're scared of you....scared of us."
Your brows furrowed slightly. "Who?"
"The staff."
You stared at him. Gojo sat up slightly, resting his arms across his knees as he looked out toward the distant city lights.
"I hear things," he said quieter now. "Doctors talking. Guards complaining." Your stomach tightened faintly. "They think your cursed energy reacts to your emotions."
You looked down at your hands. It was true. The worse you felt, the harder it became to control.
Fear.
Pain.
Stress.
The hospital knew exactly how to trigger it. "They think if you lose control completely," Gojo continued, "this whole place goes down with you."
Silence. Then quietly— "Maybe they're right."
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gojo immediately looked at you. "You don't mean that."
"You don't know me."
"I know enough."
Your jaw tightened. "You don't know what I've done during testing."
"And whose fault is that?" His voice sharpened suddenly.
You blinked. Gojo rarely sounded genuinely angry. "They push you until you break," he continued. "Then act shocked when it happens." His fingers curled tightly against the concrete beside him. "You think they don't do the same thing to me?"
You looked away. Because part of you did know.
The bruises on his wrists.
The restraints.
The punishments.
Gojo exhaled slowly through his nose before leaning back again. Then, quieter— "This place wants us to think we're monsters."
Your chest tightened.
"But you're not," he said firmly. The certainty in his voice scared you more than doubt would've. Because if he kept looking at you like that...like there was still something human left inside you. You might start believing it too.
After that night, everything changed. Not all at once. Just slowly enough to be dangerous.
You started waiting for him without realizing it. During recreation hour, your eyes searched the courtyard before he even arrived. During evaluations, you caught yourself listening for his voice somewhere down the hallway.
And every night every single night. Gojo found a way to sneak into your room. "At this point, you should just move in here," you muttered one night as he climbed through the ventilation access above your bed.
He dropped down quietly before flashing you a grin. "Awh. You want me around."
"I want you to stop getting caught."
"Those are two very different things." He landed beside your desk chair and held up a triumphant bag. "I bring gifts."
You stared. "...Are those chips?"
"And chocolate."
"How did you even get that?"
Gojo looked offended. "You ask too many questions for someone receiving free snacks."
You snorted softly before taking the bag from him. Moments like this felt dangerously normal. Sitting cross-legged on your bed while sharing stolen snacks with a boy who made the hospital feel less unbearable.
Almost like carefree teenagers. Almost. Gojo leaned back against the wall beside your bed, watching you quietly while you opened the chips.
"What?" you asked eventually.
"You smiled more this week."
Your movements paused. "You keep track?"
"Obviously."
"That's weird."
"You like weird."
"I tolerate weird."
"Eh I'll take it this time."
You rolled your eyes, but heat still crept into your cheeks. Gojo noticed immediately. His grin widened. "Oh my god."
"Stop."
"You're blushing."
"I'm literally not."
"You literally are."
You threw a pillow at his face. He caught it effortlessly while laughing under his breath. The sound filled the tiny room warmly. Then a scream echoed somewhere down the hall. Everything went still.
Your body tensed instantly. So did Gojo's. Another scream followed. Then shouting. Your stomach dropped. Testing room. You recognized the sound.
Gojo's expression darkened immediately as he stood from the floor. "They're doing late evaluations again," he muttered.
The screaming suddenly cut off. Too abruptly. Silence flooded the hallway afterward. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl. You stared at the floor.
Gojo looked toward you again, his jaw tightening slightly when he saw your expression. "You okay?"
No. You never were after hearing that. Because every patient in this facility knew what happened during the "bad" evaluations. Sometimes people came back shaking. Sometimes bruised. Sometimes heavily sedated. And sometimes—they didn't come back at all.
Your breathing grew uneven before you could stop it. The lights in your room flickered faintly. Gojo noticed immediately. "Hey."
The air pressure shifted slightly as cursed energy curled sharply beneath your skin. Panic. You shoved yourself off the bed quickly. "I'm fine."
"You're not."
"I said I'm fine." The windows rattled.
Gojo stepped toward you carefully now, all traces of teasing gone from his voice. "Y/n."
You backed away instinctively. "Don't." Not because you were scared of him. Because you were scared of yourself.
The buzzing in your ears grew louder. Your cursed energy always reacted fastest to fear. And right now, memories of cold restraints and screaming hallways and needles under your skin were crashing into you all at once.
The lights overhead flashed violently. "Y/n, look at me."
You couldn't but Gojo moved closer anyway. Slowly. Carefully. Until his hand wrapped gently around your wrist. Your cursed energy stuttered violently before settling just slightly.
Gojo's voice dropped softer. "Breathe."
Your chest heaved unevenly. "I could hurt you," you whispered.
His grip tightened instead of loosening. "No, you won't, and you can't."
"You don't know that."
"I do." The confidence in his voice cracked something inside you. Because he sounded so sure. Like he trusted you more than you trusted yourself.
The lights slowly stopped flickering. The shaking in your hands eased little by little beneath his touch. Gojo exhaled quietly in relief.
Then, without thinking, his thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. And neither of you pulled away. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your uneven breathing. Gojo still held your wrist. Not tightly. Just enough to ground you.
The panic slowly drained from your body in shaky waves, leaving exhaustion behind instead. Your cursed energy settled reluctantly beneath your skin, though faint sparks still crackled through the air around the light fixtures.
Gojo watched you carefully the entire time. Like he was waiting to make sure you were really okay. "You back with me?" he asked quietly.
You swallowed before nodding once. His shoulders loosened slightly. Only then did he let go. The sudden absence of warmth made your chest feel strangely hollow.
You hated noticing that. Gojo glanced toward the door when distant footsteps echoed down the hallway. Guards. His expression twisted immediately. "Tch."
Your stomach tightened. "You should go."
"Probably."
Neither of you moved. The footsteps grew louder. Gojo looked back at you, his usual grin absent now. "They hurt you during evaluations, don't they?"
The question sat heavy between you. You looked away first. That was enough of an answer. Gojo's jaw clenched.
You could practically see the anger simmering beneath his skin now. "They do the same thing to you," you said quietly.
"Yeah."
"But you don't have any reaction towards them."
His eyes narrowed slightly. Glasses missing from his face. You noticed that when he was alone with you, he never wore them. "That's because I learned what they want."
You frowned faintly.
"They want fear," he said. "They want us angry. Unstable. Easier to study that way." The thought made you feel sick. Gojo stepped closer again, lowering his voice. "So, stop giving them what they want."
Your brows pulled together. "You make that sound easy."
"It's not." His expression softened slightly. "But you don't have to do it alone."
Something in your chest ached painfully at those words. Not because they were dramatic. Because no one had said something like that to you in years. Maybe ever.
The footsteps outside finally faded again. Gojo exhaled softly before glancing toward the vent above your room. "I should leave before they notice I'm missing."
You nodded slowly. But as he turned away— "Gojo." He paused immediately, looking back over his shoulder.
You hesitated. The words felt unfamiliar in your mouth. "Thank you."
For staying.
For helping.
For seeing me as a person.
You didn't say any of that aloud. But somehow, he understood anyway. His teasing smile returned faintly. "There's the nice side of you."
"Don't ruin it."
He laughed quietly before climbing onto your desk to reach the vent. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped. "Oh, and by the way?"
You looked up.
"If they ever push you too far," he said lightly, "tell me." Something dangerous flickered beneath his casual tone. The kind of danger that made even the doctors nervous around him.
Your chest tightened slightly. "What are you going to do?"
Gojo grinned. "Something irresponsible." Before you could respond, he disappeared into the vent. Leaving you alone in the quiet room again.
But this time the loneliness didn't feel quite as crushing as before. The next evaluation happened four days later. You knew it was coming the second the nurses avoided eye contact that morning.
Two guards escorted you through the lower levels of the facility, their hands hovering near their weapons the entire walk. The deeper underground you went, the colder it became.
Steel doors. Observation windows. White lights so bright they hurt your eyes. Your stomach twisted. Room 3. One of the worst testing rooms. "Subject 1005," a doctor greeted without looking up from his clipboard. "Sit."
You obeyed silently. Metal restraints locked around your wrists almost immediately. Cold. Too tight.
Machines surrounded the chair you were strapped into, wires already waiting beside the armrests. A few doctors stood behind the observation glass while others prepared equipment around you.
Like you weren't even there. "Today we'll be measuring emotional fluctuation under increased cursed energy output."
Your fingers curled instinctively. One of the doctors noticed. "Anxiety response beginning already," he noted casually.
You hated them. You hated how calm they sounded. The needle slid into your arm. Burning liquid spread through your veins almost instantly.
Your breathing hitched. The medication always did this. Forced your cursed energy closer to the surface. Made everything harder to control.
A machine beside you began beeping faster. "Output rising." "Good. Continue." Pain shot through your chest sharply enough to make you gasp. The restraints rattled.
"Subject instability increasing." Another pulse of cursed energy burst violently from your body, cracking the tile beneath the chair. "Push further," someone ordered behind the glass.
Your vision blurred.
Too loud.
Too bright.
Too much—
Then suddenly—The alarms began screaming. Every doctor in the room froze. "What the hell—?" A deafening crash echoed from outside the testing room. Then another. The reinforced door dented inward violently.
Once. Twice. By the third hit, the entire thing ripped off its hinges. Smoke and dust filled the room. And standing in the middle of it— white hair glowing beneath the emergency lights
One of the guards stumbled backward immediately. "How did you get down here?!" a doctor shouted. Gojo ignored him completely.
His hidden gaze landed on you instead. On the restraints. On the needle in your arm. And the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.
"You know," he said softly, "I was trying really hard to behave today."
Nobody moved. Not the guards. Not the doctors. Because suddenly the pressure flooding the room became unbearable.
Even you felt it. Gojo's cursed energy leaked around him like something alive, violent enough to make the walls tremble faintly.
A doctor stepped forward nervously. "Subject 1006, stand down immed—" The wall beside him exploded. The entire room fell silent. Gojo tilted his head slightly, smiling. "Oops."
Nobody believed that was an accident. His attention shifted back to you again. The smile disappeared immediately. "They hurt you again," he said quietly.
Not a question. Your chest tightened. One of the guards reached for his weapon. Big mistake. In less than a second, Gojo appeared in front of him. The man hit the floor unconscious before anyone even processed what happened.
Gojo laughed. "You guys say the same things every time." Then his eyes found yours again. And despite the chaos around him, his voice softened. "C'mon," he said, reaching toward your restraints. "Let's go."
The room erupted into motion the second Gojo touched the restraints. Red lights flashed across the ceiling. Alarms screamed louder. And the remaining guards rushed in through the side doors.
"Don't move!" "Both subjects are to be contained!"
Gojo didn't even look at them. His fingers snapped once. The metal around your wrists shattered like glass. Cold air hit your skin immediately where the restraints had been, and your arms trembled slightly as circulation returned.
"Can you stand?" he asked you, already stepping closer.
You swallowed hard. Your body felt wrong—heavy, oversensitized from the medication still in your system. The cursed energy inside you pulsed unevenly, unstable but no longer trapped. "I... think so."
"That's not a yes."
Before you could argue, Gojo slid an arm under yours and pulled you up effortlessly. Too fast. The world tilted. You stumbled into him slightly, and for a second, his grip tightened instinctively to keep you steady.
"Easy," he muttered. "I got you."
A guard lunged toward him. Gojo didn't turn. The man slammed into the wall mid-step as if an invisible force crushed him backward.
The impact cracked concrete. You froze. Even now—seeing it—your brain struggled to process how easily he moved. How effortlessly everything around him bent.
"Stop staring," Gojo said lightly, like he wasn't currently dismantling an entire security team.
"I'm not—"
"You are." Despite everything happening, there was the faintest edge of amusement in his voice. Then the air shifted again. He looked toward the observation glass. The doctors were backing away now.
One of them was shouting into a radio, voice shaking. "Containment breach level— we need higher suppression immediately—!"
Gojo raised a hand slightly. The glass didn't just crack this time. It dissolved. A clean, silent collapse that sent shards glittering harmlessly into the floor before disintegrating further under his cursed energy.
No one moved after that. Even the shouting stopped. Silence returned—heavy and suffocating. Gojo tilted his head, expression blank now. "You ever wonder," he said calmly, "how many people it takes before you stop calling it 'research'?"
No one answered. Your hand gripped the front of his sleeve without thinking. He glanced down at it. Then softened immediately.
That was all it took for him to stop looking at them like he might erase the entire building. "Hey," he said quietly, just to you. "We're leaving. Right now, kay?"
Another alarm blared somewhere deeper in the facility. Boots thundered down the hallway outside. But Gojo didn't rush. He just turned, guiding you toward the exit like the entire place wasn't collapsing behind him.
You stumbled slightly again. He adjusted instantly, pulling you closer without hesitation. "You're really reckless," you murmured.
Gojo let out a small laugh. "Yeah," he said. "But I told you already." He glanced at you briefly as he walked. "I'm good at it."
A beat passed. Then, quieter— "And I wasn't leaving without you."
The hallways were chaos. Emergency sirens screamed through the facility while red warning lights flashed overhead, painting everything in violent crimson.
Gojo kept one hand tightly around yours as the two of you ran. "Left," he said quickly, pulling you around the corner just before armed guards flooded the opposite corridor.
Gunfire exploded behind you. The bullets never reached either of you. They stopped midair before dropping harmlessly to the floor. Gojo didn't even look back.
Your chest heaved as you struggled to keep up, the drugs still burning through your system and making your cursed energy pulse unevenly beneath your skin. "You, okay?" Gojo asked immediately, slowing slightly.
You nodded once despite your shaking legs.
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm trying."
His grip tightened reassuringly. "That's enough for now."
Another squad rounded the hallway ahead. "THERE!" The guards raised their weapons instantly. Gojo clicked his tongue. "So annoying."
The pressure in the air changed sharply.
Before they could even fire, the entire hallway warped violently under Gojo's cursed energy. The guards were thrown backward like ragdolls, crashing into walls hard enough to leave cracks behind them.
Your eyes widened slightly. Every time he fought, it was terrifying. Not because you feared him. Because you finally understood why everyone else did. Gojo looked back at you immediately afterward. "You still with me?"
You nodded again. His eyes scanned your face carefully like he was checking for injuries.
Then—A sharp movement behind him. One of the soldiers had recovered faster than expected. Your breath caught. "Gojo!"
The soldier lunged from behind with a cursed tool raised high. Gojo turned too late.
Instinct took over before you could think. Your cursed energy exploded outward violently. The force slammed into the soldier midair, sending him flying down the hallway hard enough to shatter the concrete wall behind him.
Silence. Dust drifted through the air. Your breathing turned uneven immediately after. You hadn't meant to use that much power. For a second, you froze, waiting—
waiting for fear.
For judgment.
For that look people always gave you afterward.
Instead Gojo stared at the destroyed hallway. Then at you. And suddenly he grinned. Bright. Proud. Like you'd just done something incredible. "That's my girl."
Heat rushed to your face so fast it almost hurt. Before you could even process the words, Gojo grabbed your hand again and started running. "C'mon!" he laughed. "That was hot, but we gotta go!"
"Gojo!"
"What? It was!"
You almost couldn't believe him. The two of you burst through the final emergency exit moments later. Cold night air hit your face instantly. You stopped dead for half a second. Outside. Actually outside.
No walls above you. No fluorescent lights. No restraints. Just the open night sky stretching endlessly overhead. Gojo watched your expression carefully. Then softer— "Told you we'd make it past the wall."
Your chest tightened painfully. A floodlight suddenly snapped on behind you. "There they are!"
Gojo groaned dramatically. "Can these people give us like five minutes?"
He grabbed your wrist again before sprinting toward the parking lot outside the hospital. A black car sat near the security gate. Gojo pointed. "That one."
"You know how to drive?"
"Nope."
"...What?"
"I'll figure it out."
"GOJO—" A second later he shattered the driver-side window with absolutely zero hesitation. "You are literally insane." You climbed into the passenger seat while he hotwired the car with concerning confidence.
"How do you know how to do that?"
"I seen a movie once."
"That is not reassuring!"
The engine roared to life. Gojo grinned triumphantly before slamming on the gas hard enough to throw both of you back into your seats. The facility disappeared further behind you with every second.
Neither of you spoke for a while after that. Just the sound of the road beneath the tires and the wind rushing through the broken window. Freedom felt strangely quiet. Eventually, you looked over at him.
The moonlight caught against his white hair while one hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. "Where are we going?" you asked softly.
Gojo hummed. "Wherever the wind takes us." Then he glanced toward you briefly. "Unless there's somewhere you'd rather be."
You looked at him for a moment. At the boy who broke into a testing room for you. Who held your hand like he was scared to let go. Who looked at you like you were something human instead of something dangerous.
Slowly, you shook your head. "I wanna be wherever you are."
Gojo went completely still for half a second. Then his smile softened into something small and real. Something that belonged only to you. "Yeah?" he asked quietly.
You nodded. And for the first time in years the future didn't feel so terrifying anymore. The road stretched endlessly. Dark highways. Empty fields. The distant glow of passing streetlights flashing across the windshield every few seconds.
Gojo drove with one hand lazily hooked over the steering wheel while the other rested near the open window. The cold night air pushed through his hair, and despite everything that had happened he looked weirdly relaxed.
You sat curled slightly against the passenger seat, exhaustion finally beginning to settle into your bones now that the adrenaline was fading. Your eyes drifted toward him quietly. Free. The thought still didn't feel real. Then your stomach twisted uncomfortably. "...Gojo."
"Hm?"
"I need to pee."
He blinked once before immediately pointing ahead. A flickering gas station sign glowed faintly off the side of the highway. "Well," he said dramatically, "look at fate helping us out."
The place looked nearly abandoned when he pulled in. One gas pump. Buzzing neon lights. A tiny convenience store attached to it.
You frowned slightly as Gojo parked. "How are we even going to pay for gas?"
Gojo shrugged easily. "I'll figure it out."
"That's not an actual plan."
"Yeah, but it's something."
You rolled your eyes softly before climbing out of the car. The second you stepped inside the gas station, the smell of stale coffee and cheap cigarettes hit you.
An older man stood behind the counter. The moment his eyes landed on you something changed. Your stomach tightened slightly.
He stared too long. You looked away quickly and headed toward the bathroom without saying anything. You told yourself you were paranoid. Of course, people stared.
You and Gojo looked like escaped patients right now, to which you are. Inside the bathroom, after using it you splashed cold water against your face and stared at yourself in the mirror.
You barely recognized the person staring back anymore. Tired eyes. Hospital clothes hidden beneath stolen hoodies. Bruises still faint against your wrists.
But at least you were alive. At least you weren't there anymore.
After a minute, you stepped back out. The clerk was still watching you. You ignored him and wandered through the snack aisle instead, grabbing chips, candy, drinks—anything easy to shove into your hoodie pockets for you and Gojo.
You doubted either of you had real money anyway. By the time you turned toward the exit the clerk was standing directly in front of the door. Your steps slowed immediately. "...Excuse me."
The man smiled strangely. "Can't let you leave, sweetheart."
Your heart dropped. Slowly, he lifted a walkie-talkie toward his mouth. "I got the girl." Ice flooded your veins instantly.
Agency. They found us. You turned sharply to run. But the man grabbed your hair violently. Pain ripped through your scalp as he yanked you backward hard enough to slam you against the floor.
You gasped. "Let go—!"
"You little freaks caused a lotta trouble tonight," he muttered.
You tried to use your cursed technique, but exhaustion and panic made it flicker weakly instead. The man forced your wrists behind your back, tying them painfully tight with rough zip ties before shoving you against the wall.
Your breathing turned ragged. No no no—Not again. Not back there. Tears burned your eyes before you could stop them.
The man crouched in front of you, looking almost amused. "Don't worry," he said mockingly. "The agency's on the way."
Your chest tightened harder. Then his smile twisted into something uglier. "But while we wait..." He stepped closer slowly. "I might as well have some fun with you."
Fear crashed through you instantly. You tried pulling against the restraints desperately. The man reached toward you, then suddenly stopped.
The front door had opened. And closed. But nobody walked in or at least you didn't see anyone. The clerk frowned slightly, looking around. "What the—"
A familiar voice echoed quietly behind him. "I wish you fucking would put your hands on her."
The man froze. Your breath caught. The clerk turned too late.
Gojo stood behind him, blue eyes glowing faintly. And he looked furious. Not playful. Not teasing. Terrifying. The man barely managed to open his mouth before—
CRACK.
The sound of Gojo snapping the clercks neck echoed sickeningly through the empty store. The clerk's body collapsed instantly. Silence followed. Gojo didn't even look at him afterward.
He was already kneeling in front of you. "Hey. Hey." His hands immediately moved to your wrists, quickly breaking the restraints apart. "Look at me pretty girl."
Your vision blurred with tears as soon as he touched you.
Gojo's expression cracked instantly. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, brushing your hair away from your face carefully. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."
Your hands shook violently. Gojo grabbed them gently between his own. "You're okay," he murmured. "I got you."
The tenderness in his voice only made you cry harder. His face softened painfully before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. "We're leaving," he whispered.
Distant sirens suddenly echoed outside. Gojo clicked his tongue. "Right. Definitely time to go." He pulled you to your feet carefully, keeping one arm around you as the two of you rushed back outside toward the car.
The second you climbed in, Gojo slammed on the gas again. The gas station disappeared behind you quickly. Neither of you spoke for a while. Your hands still trembled slightly in your lap.
Gojo noticed immediately. Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached over and laced his fingers through yours. Grounding you again.
Hours passed before the highway finally emptied into almost nothing. No cities. No lights. Just endless darkness and trees. Then finally a tiny motel appeared near the side of the road.
The vacancy sign flickered weakly in the night. Gojo looked over at you softly. "We should stop." The motel looked like it had been forgotten sometime in the eighties.
Flickering neon sign. Cracked pavement. A tiny front office glowing warmly against the dark highway. Gojo parked the car near the far end of the lot before looking over at you. "You okay to walk?"
You nodded softly. The exhaustion in your body felt unbearable now that the panic had faded. Every muscle ached, and your eyes still burned from crying earlier.
Gojo noticed anyway. He always noticed. His hand brushed lightly against your lower back as the two of you walked toward the office together.
A tiny bell chimed when Gojo pushed open the door. The room smelled like old books and lavender. Behind the desk sat a tiny elderly woman with silver hair and thick glasses hanging low on her nose. She looked up from her crossword puzzle the second you entered.
And immediately smiled. "Well," she said warmly, "aren't you two a sight."
You stiffened slightly out of instinct. People usually looked at you with suspicion first. Not kindness.
Gojo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while his grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Uh... hi."
The woman's eyes moved between both of you carefully. You probably looked awful. Rumpled clothes. Bruises. Exhaustion written all over your faces.
Gojo glanced toward the desk apologetically. "So... slight problem," he admitted. "We kinda don't have any money."
You blinked at him. "Kinda?"
"Okay, fully."
The woman laughed softly under her breath. Gojo continued quickly before she could answer. "We can leave if that's a problem. We just needed somewhere to stop for the night."
The old woman looked at the two of you for another long moment. Then her expression softened completely. "Oh, honey," she sighed. "You both look exhausted."
Your chest tightened faintly.
"You can take the suite at the end of the hall, stay as long as you'd like."
Both you and Gojo froze. "...For free?" you asked quietly.
She waved her hand dismissively. "You look like sweet kids who've had a rough night."
If only she knew. Gojo stared at her for a second before smiling—small and genuine. "Thank you," he said softly.
The woman handed him the room key. "Get some sleep," she told you both kindly. "And no causing trouble."
Gojo gasped dramatically. "Us? Never."
You snorted quietly beside him. The old woman smiled knowingly like she could already tell exactly what kind of person Gojo was.
A few minutes later, the two of you stepped into the motel suite. And immediately stopped. It wasn't fancy. But compared to the hospital it felt unreal. Warm lighting. Soft carpet. A couch. A TV. A bathroom without steel walls. And one bed.
Your eyes landed on it at the same time as Gojo's. Silence. "Well," Gojo coughed awkwardly, "that's... convenient."
Heat crept into your face instantly. "It's fine," you said quickly.
"Right. Totally fine." Neither of you sounded convincing.
Gojo shut the door behind him before tossing his glasses onto the nearby table. The quiet that followed suddenly felt very different from before. Smaller. Closer.
He had taken off his black jacket, leaving him in just a dark t-shirt. His white hair was slightly messy from the drive, and he looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed the second you emerged.
You moved toward the bathroom quietly. "I'm really craving a shower I need to wash my face. But we have no clean clothes."
"We could sleep naked."
You pause to look at him for a second but there was no evil intent behind his eyes they were full of pureness, and you trusted him. "Okay I'll be back."
"Take your time."
Inside the shower you let the hot water run on your body. You couldn't remember the last time you've had a hot shower. The hospital showers were always either Lukewarm or just plain cold. After your shower, you gripped the edge of the sink tightly for a moment. Your pulse wouldn't calm down. Not because you were scared. Because tonight had changed everything between you.
The hand holding. The forehead kiss. The way Gojo looked at you like losing you terrified him. You splashed water against your face while taking a deep breath before finally stepping back out. Gojo had his back facing towards you.
"I- um just wanted to give you your privacy."
The nervous tone in his voice makes you giggle. "It's ok. I don't mind if you look."
Slowly he gets up and walks towards you. Even though you gave him the green light his eyes stayed on yours. He placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed the corner of your lip and pulled back with a smile after seeing your reaction.
Without a word he walked into the bathroom for his shower. Your face got immediately hot afterwards. What if you guys ended up.... doing more than sleeping tonight. You never done anything like that before. You were so nervous that you crawled into the bed and reached for the remote to find something to watch.
Sometime later Gojo comes out of the bathroom and your eyes dart in his direction, but you quickly avert your gaze. It makes him do a deep chuckle before he joins you on the bed, sitting on the edge.
For a moment neither of you spoke. The tension in the room felt thick now. Warm. Gojo's eyes drifted briefly toward the fading marks around your wrists from the restraints earlier.
His expression softened instantly. "...Does it hurt?"
You looked down. "A little."
He stood slowly and walked toward your side of the bed. Every step made your heartbeat worse. "Can I see?" He kneeled down in front of you.
Your breath caught slightly. But you nodded. Gojo reached for your hand carefully, like he was scared of hurting you somehow and turned your wrist gently beneath the light.
His thumb brushed softly over the bruised skin. The touch was so gentle it almost hurt more. His jaw tightened faintly. "I should've gotten there faster."
"You came and that's all that matters." The words slipped out quietly.
Gojo looked up at you immediately. Your faces were suddenly too close. You could feel his breath now. The room felt unbearably warm. "You scared me," he admitted softly.
Your chest tightened painfully. Nobody had ever said something like that about you before. Like losing you would actually matter. Gojo's eyes flicked down briefly to your lips. Then back up again.
And the air between you shifted completely. Neither of you moved. The space between you felt impossibly small now. Gojo still held your wrist gently in his hand, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the bruised skin like he couldn't stop checking that you were really okay.
Your heartbeat was so loud you were convinced he could hear it. His gaze stayed locked on yours for a long second before dropping again. Slowly. To your lips. Your breath caught.
Gojo noticed immediately. And for once Satoru Gojo looked nervous. Not scared. Not uncertain. Just... careful. Like he was waiting for you to pull away.
"You know," he murmured softly, "for someone who barely talked when we met, you're causing me a lot of problems lately."
A tiny smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. "You cause your own problems."
"True." His voice had dropped lower now.
Your fingers curled slightly against his hand without thinking. Gojo's expression shifted instantly at the feeling. Something softer. Hungrier. Like he'd been holding himself back for a while now.
"Y/n," he said quietly. The way he said your name made your stomach twist. Not like the doctors did. Not like a file number. Like it actually meant something. You leaned a tiny bit closer before you could overthink it.
Gojo went completely still. "You're staring again," you whispered.
His mouth curved faintly. "Can you blame me?"
Heat rushed into your cheeks immediately. Gojo smiled softer at the sight. Then carefully slow enough for you to stop him his free hand lifted to brush a strand of hair.
His fingertips lingered against your cheek afterward. Gentle. You leaned into it without realizing. Gojo inhaled sharply at the movement. That tiny sound nearly destroyed whatever restraint he had left.
"You keep doing things like that," he muttered, voice rougher now, "and I'm gonna start making bad decisions."
Your eyes flicked toward his lips this time. You didn't miss the way his gaze darkened when he noticed. Then quietly "Maybe I want you to."
Something in Gojo's expression broke completely after that.
His hand slid carefully to the side of your neck as he inched closer, pushing you lightly against the bed. Still giving you time to pull away. Still waiting. You didn't.
The second he realized that he kissed you. Soft at first. Almost hesitant. Like he was trying to memorize what this felt like. Your breath caught against his mouth immediately.
Gojo's hand tightened slightly at your waist, pulling you closer carefully, and suddenly every feeling you'd shoved down since meeting him came crashing to the surface all at once. Relief. Want. Safety. Him.
The kiss deepened slowly, warmth flooding through your chest so intensely it almost hurt. Gojo kissed like he cared too much already. Like he'd been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.
When he finally pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours as both of you tried to breathe again. A quiet laugh escaped him. "There goes my self-control."
You smiled softly for the first time all night. "I don't think you had much to begin with."
A smirk grows on his face as he grabs yours and kisses you hard, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He hooks his hands down under your knees and lifts you up as you hook your ankles around his waist, he lets out a stifled moan, feeling your body on his was like sticking his fingers in an outlet. He had punished his cock endlessly over daydreams like this, and here he was, sinking onto the edge of the bed with you in his lap.
His mouth leaves yours, and begins leaving urgent, marks down your neck. You slowly start grinding on him, and he's fighting back whimpers and moans. It's perfect, it's everything, he needs more.
You softly moan as he continues kissing, licking and biting your neck from your earlobe to your collarbone. This is heaven.
He slips his hands down, feeling your stomach, your back, stopping right at the curve of your breasts. "Can I- touch you- more please?" He says desperately between kisses.
"God, please" you say breathlessly.
He pulls back a little stopping to admire your body. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined" he said as he began squeezing and sucking on your chest. You cry out in pleasure and quickly slap your hand over your mouth. "You-ahh fuck- you thought of m-me like this?" you whisper, already knowing answer.
"What do you think has been keeping me up at night? You haunt me, my love. I am tortured by the thought of pleasing you."
He lifts you up and gently tosses you onto the bed. He grabs your hands, lacing his fingers between yours and holding your hands above your head. He kisses you, sloppy and desperate to taste more of you.
more.
more.
more.
It's all he can think of. His strong, muscular body is sprawled out between your legs. He pulls himself up until he can grind his cock into you. Soon, the friction is too much. You are still enthralled by his beauty.
You've never seen him like this. Never in the hushed frenzy of hands and tongues in a room alone.
You trace the scar on his wrists, a sad look flashes over your face. He notices and grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. "I'm okay now, don't worry. I remember, I'm better now because of you."
He lays back on top of you and begins kissing down your neck again, down to your chest, but this time not stopping there. He drags long stripes with his tongue down between the valley of your chest, biting and kissing your stomach on the way down. It's every fantasy he'd had about you all crashing into him right now. He was so hard it hurt but he ignored it.
This wasn't something he wanted to push away or rush through. He had spent months agonizing over every little detail, every way he wanted to please you. He was going to do all of it. He lifted your thigh to his mouth kissing and licking down it until he reached your ankle.
He wanted to worship your body, the body that works so hard, the body that houses during the trials, the girl he loves. He drops your leg and sinks back down, "May I?" he said quietly with heavy eyelids.
"y-yes please. I need you too." you whispered in response, lifting your hips in anticipation.
Sticky strands of your wetness start to cling smearing on your thighs. He cleaned you up quickly, licking the wet spots down your thighs.
Unconsciously palming his throbbing cock. He leans his cheek on your thigh looking down at your dripping pussy. "God, you're so amazing. Look at her, your pretty pussy" he says as he lays back down, kissing from your belly button until just above your clit.
Squirming and writhing with impatience, you whimper out a small "please, Satoru." Your eyes meet and that was all he needed, the last straw.
He dove in hungrily, sucking and slurping your dripping wet pussy, burying his face into you. You let out a gasp, clamping your hand over your mouth as you let out a deep groan from the bottom of your stomach.
He reaches up to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, he just started but you already feel close.
You look down at him, his deep blue eyes staring up at you full of lust, something so dark behind them. He plunged his tongue into you so deeply, fucking you and slurping on your gushing wet pussy. "C-can I tell you something?" you gasp out breathlessly trying not to scream from the pleasure.
"Of course-you can" he replied between thick wet kisses on your clit. He eased up, gently nibbling and sucking on it so you could respond easier.
"I touched myself almost every night thinking about you in my room like this. You let out a raspy moan as he sucked harder. He let go and sat up for a moment, eyes darkening. A smile creeps up his face as he asks, "Can I tell you something then?"
You whined at the lack of stimulation but nodded softly.
"So, have I. I punished myself to the thought of you every night, I just couldn't help myself. I felt like such a dickhead for it." Your eyes grow wide, as it dawns on you, all those sweet, innocent interactions.
All those pleasantries and small lingering stares, the whole time he thought about you in the same way you did of him. A pervert and he was all for you.
You grab his face and pull him up, crashing into him. His face covered in your slick, creating a sloppy wet kiss. You accepted him, not only that, you seemed elated at the idea of him to cumming to the thought of you over and over again. God, you were everything he could've ever wanted.
"Hold on, hold on, I'm not done. Let me keep going for a little while longer. Please, I need to." he whispered into your lips. You nod, as he sunk back down to gently place a kiss on your clit. But that gentleness didn't last long, he quickly became consumed by you again. He was devouring you viciously, his eyes darkened and hazy.
He was unconsciously grinding against your mattress, moaning into your pussy. "You taste- so fucking good. God I love it" he mumbled into your soft wet lips.
You began to feel your orgasm coming on, and quickly. 'ahh-fuck, wait- slow down- i'm gonna-'
"say it."
"I'm gonna cum! fuck-I'm gonna cum Toru!" your whole body grinding into his face, as he pushed his jaw into your wet throbbing pussy.
He growled and gripped your thighs tighter, pulling himself even deeper into you. One of your hands smacked over your mouth to keep you from screaming, the other laced its way into his hair, gripping it and using it to twist his tongue around on you. You gush onto his face, panting and moaning into your hand. He shudders and groans, over and over saying "mhm, mhm~" encouraging you to use him.
Your stiff, shaking legs relax as you come down, slumping back onto the pillows. He slows down with you, matching your body language. He pulls off you, placing gentle yet firm kisses on your clit, helping you ride out the end of your orgasm.
"Thank you." he says, his eyes still dark and low. You blush and hide your face in your hands, "I don't know what you're thanking me for."
"For letting me please you. It's all I want to do. I want to worship you until my body breaks down. I want to satisfy every craving you have. Can I keep going?" he says, as he places long sloppy kisses on your thigh, leaving marks up and down them.
"Yes please, I still need so much from you" you reply breathlessly.
He dips back down and begins sucking on your clit again, but this time he brings one of his hands around and gently rubs your lips with his fingers. He spreads you open and slowly starts sinking one of his fingers into you. Just that small amount of stretch felt so good, you felt yourself clench around him, your body desperate for more of him.
He groaned into your pussy, muttering something like "fuck, you're pulling me in~" but it was hard to hear over your own raspy moans and whimpers. He pulled out his finger to add a second one, stretching you further. His fingers felt large so long, and rough. He began slowly pumping them in an out, noticing how your moans would get higher and quicker the more he ran his fingers over that nub of flesh inside you.
"ahh-fuck, oh my god' you cried, 'it's so much, fuck it feels too good. please, faster, im gonna cum!!"
He sucked harder on your clit, pushing his jaw into you again while pumping in and out of your dripping wet pussy. You were clenching and throbbing around him, sucking his fingers back in. he was shuddering and grinding into the bed again, desperately trying to hold back cumming himself.
You cried out, calling his name over and over as you came on his face and hands, you squirted all over his fingers, gushing down his jaw and neck.
goodness, you made such a fucking mess. He rides it out with you, easing up and slowly pulling his fingers out of you.
Sitting up, he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking them and licking his hands down to his wrists, cleaning himself off. He wipes his face with his hand and reaches to smear your cum all over his cock.
The air was thick and heady, his head swimming from all the pleasure in the air. On his knees, he looked down at you pleasuring himself. His precum growing as he touched himself. His eyebrows scrunched, and his jaw hanging open, he let out small guttural moans.
He fell down onto you, propping himself up over your face his white hair hanging around you as he continued stroking his cock. "please.... can I please fuck you?" he begs, never taking his eyes off your face.
You look down to see it was red and twitching and angry desperate to be inside you. You grab his hips and roughly pull him down onto you, the hilt of his cock wetly slapping onto your pussy with a squelch. "Please fuck me, I have needed you for so long." You whisper as you grab his face and kiss him deeply, as if he had been gone for days.
His breath catches in his throat as his cock finally makes contact with you for the first time. without thinking, he began grinding into you, thick wet sounds reverberated around the room. you were so wet, so covered in cum that his cock glided so easily on you. He could've cum from this alone, but he couldn't.
He was so close to getting what he needed, he had to hold back. He hooked his arm under your back and pulled you closer. He moved from your lips to your neck, sucking on your earlobe, gasping and moaning in your ear. "c-can you put me inside you? if I watch I'm going to cum. I-hah fuck- I need you to do it." he said through gritted teeth.
You reach down between the two of you and grab his cock. He stifles a moan as you give it a few cautionary strokes, before rubbing the tip between your lips to gather some of your wet cum. You angle it into yourself and grab his hips to slowly push him into you. His eyes shoot open and lock with yours, letting out a loud "ohhhh fuuccckkkkk~" as his eyes roll back a little and his jaw hangs open.
You keep going, whimpering as it stretches you out. You reach the base of his long, thick cock, the white puffs of hair tickling your clit. You grind down onto him, slowly rocking your hips back and forth trying to get used to it. He's frozen, choking on his own moans trying to comprehend what he's feeling.
It's exactly what he thought it would be. no, it's so much better. All those nights spent fucking his pillows like a creep, when just two floors over the sweetest, tightest, wettest, prettiest pussy was getting fingered and played with to the thought of him. It was almost cruel, realizing that as your pussy clenched tightly around him, he could've had it sooner.
He slowly started rolling his hips with you, every bit of friction on his cock, every throb of your pussy felt like overstimulation. He needed it so badly for so long, now that he had it, it's overwhelming. He pushes past the urge to cum and begins pumping long, slow, deep strokes into you. Every time he bottoms out and feels your cervix around the head of his cock, you both moan in unison.
You were both breaking down under the weight of your lust for each other. "fuck, your cock feels so amazing. It's better than I thought it would be!!" you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes.
Your praise goes straight down to his cock. Looking down at you crying over the pleasure he could give you, it was crippling. His elbows buckle, no longer able to hold himself up to watch you bounce under him. He wraps his other arm that's not under you around the back of your neck and starts biting into your shoulder "god, your-fuckfuck ahh- your pussy is p-perfect, you keep sucking me back in, it's so wet and tight, I can't take it!! it's-god, fuck- it's too good!!" He wells with tears too, you are both so overcome with pleasure you are crying and clawing at each other.
You leave thick red scratches down his back as he continues to fuck you hard and slow, leaving bite marks and dark hickeys all over your neck. You drool into his shoulder unable to speak, mumbling and moaning loosely about how good it feels, how badly you need his cum, how you dreamed of him fucking you like this.
But with every sound you make, he gets closer and closer to cumming inside your sweet little pussy. He begins to fuck you faster and harder, drilling his hips into you as he sits up and spreads your thighs open for him. His face looks angry and dark as he tries desperately not to cum. "oh my god, yes-fuck!!! i'm gonna cum, Toru!!! I'm gonna cum on your cock please keep going!!!"
Thank god, he thought. He was not going to be able to keep this up much longer, but he had to make you cum before he did. Your bouncing tits and your slack jawed, fucked out face was making it so much harder for him to keep up. He looked down at the mess you were making on him, your wet slick running all the way up to just under his belly button, matting down his happy trail, and dripping down his balls.
There was a creamy ring of your cum all over the hilt of his cock. Every wet smack and squelch of your tight little pussy was ruining him. He felt you begin to shake and clench around him, sucking him in even harder. Your pussy was milking his cock for cum and it was too much.
You both crash into each other in a tangle of limbs and guttural, animalistic groans as you both cum so hard you are seeing stars. You squirt all down the length of his cock, splashing up onto both of your stomachs as he cums deep into your pussy. You feel the throb of his cock as it pumps deep against your cervix as you clench around him, milking him for more.
He whimpers and drools against your shoulder as he comes down, you shudder and weakly grind your clit against him as you fuck the last of your high off. You both lay there in the sticky mess you made, just breathing in each other for a while.
He pulls you in tight, holding you close against him. He slowly pulls his half-hard cock out of you, watching his cum spill out onto the bed around you. He gets up pulls a towel from the bathroom. He cleans you off and lays down next to you, lightly tracing hearts on your stomach.
Nothing was said after that, and nothing had to be. It was just a moment to take in. A moment of peace. His arms stayed around you. Like he had no intention of letting go now that he finally had you.
Morning came quietly. For the first time in years, there were no alarms. No doctors. No fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Just warmth spilling softly through the motel curtains.
Gojo shifted sleepily beneath the blankets, arm moving instinctively across the bed beside him. Cold. His eyes opened immediately. "Y/n...?"
Still half asleep, he pushed himself up, messy white hair falling into his eyes as he rubbed at them tiredly. Then he saw you. Standing on the small balcony outside the motel room with a blanket wrapped around your body.
The early morning sun wrapped around you softly, golden light catching against your exposed skin and hair while the breeze moved the blanket gently.
Gojo went completely still. His chest tightened painfully. Because standing there beneath the sunlight you looked unreal. Like something too beautiful for this world. An angel. And somehow, somehow, you were his.
A small smile pulled at his mouth before he quietly got out of bed and walked toward you. You didn't notice him at first, too focused on the empty fields stretching endlessly beyond the motel parking lot.
The country around you was peaceful. Quiet. Nothing like the facility. Gojo stepped behind you slowly before wrapping his arms around your waist. You relaxed instantly against him. His lips brushed softly against the side of your neck once. Then again.
The feeling of him pressed against you made you gasp. "Toru you're on a balcony butt ass naked you know."
He chuckles. "There's no one out here. Now tell me what's going on in that pretty brain of yours." he murmured sleepily against your skin.
You smiled faintly, but it didn't fully reach your eyes. Gojo noticed immediately. His hold tightened slightly. "It just..." you hesitated quietly. "Doesn't feel real yet."
He stayed silent, listening. "I keep thinking someone's gonna take us back." The words came out smaller than you intended. "And sometimes..." your fingers curled against the balcony railing. "Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve this."
Gojo pulled back just enough to look at you. His expression softened instantly. "Don't say that." You looked away. "I mean it," he said more firmly this time. "You deserve to be free."
Your throat tightened.
"You deserve more than that, actually." His hand moved gently to turn your face toward him again. "The world was awful to you," he murmured. "That doesn't mean you were supposed to stay trapped there forever."
You stared at him quietly.
Gojo smiled softly before resting his forehead lightly against yours. "And if you let me," he whispered, "I'll give you the whole world. We've been through a lot together these past few days and it's shown me that life is too short to not live it to the fullest. I love you Y/n. Whatever you feel, I feel, when you're hurt, I'm hurt, and that look in your eyes when we were back at the hospital, how you looked when that guy had you at the gas station. I never want to see it again and if you let me, I promise I'll keep you safe."
Your chest ached so badly it almost scared you. "I love you too."
Gojo hummed and smiled thoughtfully after a moment before glancing out toward the open fields. "You know what we should do?"
"What?"
"We disappear."
A small laugh escaped you. "We already did."
"No, I mean really disappear." His eyes brightened slightly now. "Like... middle of nowhere type of disappear."
You blinked. Gojo continued excitedly, already imagining it. "We find some tiny place way out in the country where nobody knows us."
"You? Living quietly?" you teased softly.
"I can be peaceful."
"You started a prison riot yesterday."
"Yesterday's problem."
You laughed quietly.
Gojo grinned proudly before continuing. "We'd grow our own food," he said. "Have a little house. Maybe some animals."
"You don't know how to farm."
"I'd learn."
You smile imagining him as a farmer. "Okay..." your smile softened slightly. "I like the idea."
Gojo's expression immediately melted. "Yeah?"
You nodded. The thought sounded nice. No experiments. No running. No fear. Just him. Just peace.
A sharp knock at the motel door suddenly interrupted the moment. Gojo's body tensed instantly. All softness disappeared in a second. His arm moved protectively in front of you while his eyes locked onto the room behind you.
Another knock. Gojo pressed a finger gently to his lips. You nodded immediately and stepped behind him quietly. He quickly wrapped a blanket around his lower half. Every muscle in his body looked ready to fight as he slowly opened the motel door.
Then paused. "Oh."
The sweet old lady from the front office stood there holding two bags with a warm smile. "Well, good morning." Gojo visibly relaxed.
You peeked out from behind him cautiously. The woman's smile softened further at the sight of both of you. "I hope you don't mind," she said kindly, holding up the bags. "I went into town early this morning."
Your brows furrowed slightly. "For us?"
"There's clothes in one bag," she explained. "And breakfast in the other. You two looked like you needed both."
Your chest tightened painfully at the kindness. Nobody had ever done something like this for you before. Gojo looked genuinely caught off guard too.
"That's... really nice of you," he said quietly.
The woman waved him off. "You remind me of my grandson," she said fondly. "Always getting into trouble."
Gojo grinned immediately. "See? I'm charming."
"You're something," she laughed.
You smiled softly as she handed over the bags. Inside were fresh clothes, toiletries, and warm breakfast sandwiches wrapped carefully in foil.
Your eyes burned unexpectedly. "Thank you," you whispered.
The old woman reached out gently, squeezing your hand once. "Take care of each other," she said softly. Then she left the two of you standing quietly in the doorway. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Gojo looked over at you with the smallest smile.
"Maybe the world isn't completely terrible after all."
The tiny motel room smelled like syrup and coffee by the time the two of you finally sat down to eat.
Gojo sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, already halfway through his breakfast sandwich while you unwrapped yours more slowly. He grinned shamelessly before holding out one of the hash browns toward you.
You took it quietly, warmth spreading through your chest again at how natural this all felt. Too natural. After breakfast, the two of you changed into the clothes the old lady had bought.
Gojo ended up in a black hoodie and dark jeans while you changed into a soft oversized sweater and leggings that fit. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Gojo looked up from where he was fixing his sunglasses. And froze.
"...Wow."
Heat crept into your cheeks instantly. "What?"
He stared for another second before dramatically placing a hand over his chest. "You're going to kill me."
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. "Please this outfit isn't even all that."
A little while later, the two of you wandered through the small nearby town together. And for the first time in forever you felt normal. Street performers played music near the sidewalks while little shops lined the roads. Children ran laughing through the streets. Couples walked hand in hand.
Life. Actual life. Gojo dragged you toward almost everything. "Oh my god, look."
"That's literally just a guy making balloon animals."
"Exactly."
At one point he won you a tiny stuffed bear from a rigged carnival game after threatening the booth owner. You laughed harder than you had in years. And Gojo looked at you the entire time instead of the game. Like your happiness mattered more than anything else around him.
By the time the sun began setting, the two of you were walking back toward the motel exhausted but smiling.
Gojo bumped his shoulder lightly against yours. "You know," he said smugly, "we'd be really good at being normal."
"You stole three snacks from a candy shop."
"We have no money and they were overpriced."
You snorted quietly. But as you reached the motel room Gojo suddenly stopped. Your smile faded immediately. The door was slightly open. Every instinct in Gojo's body sharpened instantly. He moved subtly in front of you. Then—
A deafening high-frequency screech exploded through the room. Pain tore through your skull instantly. You collapsed to your knees with a cry, hands flying to your ears as cursed energy spasmed violently beneath your skin.
Beside you, Gojo hit the ground hard too, teeth clenched painfully. "What the fuck—"
The frequency grew louder. A sound so high pitch that was specialized, made specifically to disable sorcerers. The door slammed open fully as armed soldiers stormed the room. Before either of you could recover, rough hands grabbed you both and shoved you violently inside.
Your shoulder hit the floor painfully. Then you saw her. The sweet old lady lay crumpled near the bed. Motionless. Blood stained the carpet beneath her head.
Your breath stopped. "No..." Your entire body shook violently as the realization hit. She was dead. Because of you. A broken sound escaped your throat before you scrambled toward Gojo desperately, clutching onto him while sobs tore through your chest.
Gojo wrapped his arms around you immediately despite the pain wracking his own body. But his eyes— His eyes locked onto the soldiers with pure hatred.
"How did you find us?" he asked through gritted teeth. One of the soldiers crouched in front of him slowly before tipping the barrel of his gun against your forehead mockingly. "There's a tracker in your little bitches head."
Your stomach dropped. The soldier smiled coldly. "So as long as the little whore is alive and kicking..."
His gaze shifted toward you. "We'll always find you."
Something inside you shattered. Of course. Of course there was never really a way out. You felt sick. But beside you Gojo suddenly laughed softly. Not amused. Dangerous.
The soldier frowned. "What's so funny?"
Gojo slowly lifted his head despite the frequency still screaming around him.
"You really," he said quietly, "shouldn't have said that." The pressure in the room exploded. Before anyone could react, Gojo forced himself upright through sheer rage alone. The soldier barely had time to widen his eyes before his body crumpled violently beneath Gojo's cursed technique.
Blood splattered across the floor. The other soldiers opened fire instantly, but Gojo moved faster. Even weakened, even in pain he was unstoppable.
The room erupted into chaos. Walls cracked, furniture shattered, screams echoed briefly before cutting off one by one. And then—
Silence.
Heavy breathing filled the room. Gojo stood in the middle of the destruction, blood smeared across his clothes while the frequency device sparked uselessly on the floor beside the bodies.
The second his eyes found you, all the rage disappeared instantly. "Y/n." He crouched in front of you quickly, hands gently grabbing your cheeks as he searched your face frantically. "Are you hurt?"
You shoved his hands away suddenly. Gojo froze. Fresh tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. His expression softened immediately. "Hey—"
"No," you snapped brokenly. "Everything is not okay." Your chest heaved painfully.
"Because of me," you whispered. "You'll never be safe."
Gojo stared at you.
"They'll always find us. No matter where we go." Your voice cracked harder. "Don't you get it, Satoru? I was never meant to be happy."
His face tightened painfully. "What are you trying to say?"
You looked away from him because you couldn't bear the expression in his eyes. "What I'm saying is..." your voice trembled. "I'm going to turn myself in." Gojo's expression darkened instantly.
"And you're going to run away and live out your dream and find some girl who—"
"Not gonna happen toots. Like hell I'll let you do that." His voice cut through yours sharply.
You blinked at him.
"We aren't giving up," he said firmly.
A shaky breath escaped you. "Satoru—"
"No." He moved closer again, gentler this time. You looked exhausted, broken. And Gojo could see it. Without another word, he pulled you tightly against him. Your body shook in his arms as you cried harder.
Gojo held you like letting go wasn't an option. After a moment, he pulled back slightly and wiped your tears carefully with his thumb. "I made a promise to you, didn't I?"
You nodded weakly. His forehead rested lightly against yours. "And I don't intend on breaking it."
Your chest tightened painfully. "They can follow us to the ends of hell and earth," he murmured softly, "and I'll kill every last one of them with my bare hands if I have to."
You shook your head immediately. "It's not fair to you."
Gojo suddenly grabbed your cheeks dramatically, squishing your face together. "Fine," he said stubbornly. "If you go back, then I go back."
You stared at him. "Satoru no—"
"I'm serious."
You sighed shakily in defeat. Because once Gojo decided something there was no changing his mind. His smile softened immediately afterward. "C'mon," he said quietly. "Let's get moving."
Hours later, after endless driving through empty roads and forests the two of you found it. An abandoned cabin hidden deep in the woods. The place looked old and falling apart, but it was secluded. Safe enough for now.
Gojo managed to fix the broken generator outside after nearly electrocuting himself twice. "You absolutely did not know what you were doing."
"I figured it out eventually." The lights flickered on moments later. Inside, the cabin was small. But it was warm. That night after changing, you lay beside Gojo beneath old blankets while rain tapped softly against the windows outside.
The tension between you felt heavier now.
Not just attraction anymore. Fear, love, desperation. Gojo looked over at you quietly in the darkness. Then slowly opened his arms. "Come here."
You hesitated only a second before moving into him. He wrapped himself around you instantly, pulling you tightly against his chest like he needed to feel you there. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, "I love you so much." And for the first time since the motel your breathing finally began to steady.
He held you tight as if you could disappear at any second. "Toru?" Your voice came out as barley above a whisper.
"Yes?"
"Would you love me if I were a rock?" The question weighed heavy on your heart.
It takes him a minute to process your question. "I would love you if you were a grain, a pebble, and dust." He jokes. His light heartedness made you snuggle into him more. You wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted.
Gojo pressed a soft kiss against your hair. "I got you," he whispered into the dark. And this time you tried to believe him.... but you already made your choice. He deserved to be happy.
.
.
.
The wind rolled gently through the tall grass. Golden fields stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun, swaying like waves beneath the sky. Three figures sat quietly near the top of a hill. Itadori, Megumi, and Gojo.
For a while, nobody spoke. The story had gone on much longer than either of the students expected. Neither of them had interrupted. Neither of them had wanted to. Because somewhere along the way, it had stopped sounding like one of Gojo's ridiculous stories.
And started sounding like a wound that never healed. Itadori stared down at the grass beneath him before finally breaking the silence. "W-what happened next, Gojo-sensei?"
The question came out softer than intended. Gojo didn't answer immediately. His hand lowered absently toward the ground beside him. His fingertips brushed against a small stone half-buried in the dirt.
For a moment, he simply stared at it. Then he laughed, a broken sound. "I woke up the next morning..."
His voice was quiet. "...and she was gone." The breeze seemed colder somehow. Gojo's fingers curled around the rock. "I searched everywhere." His jaw tightened. "The cabin, the woods. the roads, every town within a hundred miles, I even went back to that hospital to kill and torcher every single fucking doctor to try and find her" His grip on the stone tightened further. "But it was no use."
Silence followed. Heavy silence. The kind that made Itadori's chest hurt. Gojo lowered his head. His white hair shifted gently in the wind. For the first time, neither student saw the strongest sorcerer alive. They just saw a man. A man who was hurt. A man who never got over losing her.
Gojo swallowed hard. Then continued. "She killed herself to save me." The words hit like a punch. Both Itadori and Megumi froze. Gojo laughed bitterly. A humorless sound."We never even got the—"
His voice cracked. Immediately. He stopped and tried again. "I never even got the chance to..." Nothing came out. The sentence died in his throat. For the first time since either of them had met him—
Gojo looked genuinely close to breaking. Itadori frowned. Without thinking, he reached over and patted Gojo awkwardly on the back. It was clumsy, a little uncomfortable. But sincere. Gojo glanced toward him. For a second, something softened.
Then he took a slow breath. Trying to pull himself together. Trying to be Satoru Gojo again. "It doesn't matter." His voice sounded rough. "It was a long time ago."
Neither student believed that. Not for a second. Gojo stared toward the horizon. The endless field, the distant trees the empty sky. "Today makes four years." His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Four years since I've seen her beautiful face."
The words came easier now. Like he'd repeated them a thousand times in his head. "Four years since I've smelled her fragrance." A faint smile appeared. Small, painful. "Four years since I've heard her laugh." His fingers tightened around the rock. "Four years since I held her in my arms."
The smile disappeared. The silence that followed felt endless. Then Gojo sighed. A shaky breath. "I should've known." Megumi looked toward him. Gojo lowered his gaze. "I should've known what she meant."
His voice cracked again. "When she asked me if I'd love her if she were a rock." His shoulders shook once. Barely noticeable. "I should've stayed awake." A whisper. "I should've talked to her."
His head lowered further. "Fuck..." His hand clenched. "I should've..."
The words refused to come. "I should've..." The rock cracked in his palm. Neither Megumi nor Itadori said anything. There wasn't anything to say. Eventually, Gojo stood. Slowly, carefully. He turned away from them.
The blindfold hid his eyes. But not well enough. Not from the students who knew him. His shoulders were too stiff.... too rigid. Like he was fighting something.
Fighting tears. Fighting memories. Fighting himself. Megumi looked away. Giving him privacy. That's when he noticed movement. Far across the field. Two figures. Blurry and distant. One was smoking.
The other stood beside her. Megumi narrowed his eyes. "...Huh?"
Itadori looked over. "What?"
Megumi pointed. "There." Far beyond the hill. Two women stood near the tree line. Too far away to make out clearly.
But something about them felt familiar. The taller one had dark hair. The other— The wind shifted. And for a split second— Sunlight caught her face.
"How long are you planning to let him keep thinking you're dead?" Shoko's voice cut through the breeze. She took another drag from her cigarette before lazily extending the pack toward you.
You shook your head. "No thanks."
Shoko shrugged. More for her.
You stood quietly beneath the shade of a large tree. Watching always watching. Four years, four years of distance four years of hiding, four years of convincing yourself it was the right decision.
Your eyes found him immediately. They always did. Even from this far away. Satoru. The sight of him still made your chest ache.
"He looks miserable."nShoko exhaled smoke.
You laughed softly. Your gaze lingered on him. Longer than it should have. "I know."
Shoko looked sideways at you. "You know this is getting ridiculous, right?"
You ignored her. Instead, your attention remained fixed on the hill. On him, on the life he'd built, on the students sitting beside him. The family he'd found. Your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.
"When the time is right." The answer came automatically. The same answer you'd given Shoko for years.
She rolled her eyes immediately. "Oh, good." Another drag. "That answer again."
You smiled faintly. But didn't respond. Then movement caught your eye. The pink-haired boy. He was pointing. Directly toward you. Your stomach dropped. Beside him, Megumi was already turning. And Gojo—
Gojo was turning too. Your heart skipped. For a single dangerous second— You almost stayed. Almost. Then instinct won. The same instinct that had kept you hidden for four years.
You stepped backward. One. Two. Three steps. And vanished into the trees. Just as Gojo turned around.
"What?" Gojo frowned.
Itadori pointed toward the tree line. "There was someone standing there."
Megumi nodded. "There were two people."
Gojo glanced toward the distant woods. Nothing. Just trees swaying in the wind. Empty....Silent. His eyes lingered there longer than necessary. A strange feeling settling in his chest. Something familiar. Something impossible. Then it was gone and the forest stood empty.
Y/n and Armin struggle to see each other due to their busy work schedule, staying connected through texts and small visits. After more missed chances, they finally find time alone when Y/n decides to go to Armin’s place.
Parings - Teacher Armin x Milf reader
Warnings - mdni! some fluff, consensual pinning, fingering, pinv, armins an eater, dom!Armin
The days after that night blurred together faster than you expected. Not because you forgot. But because life didn't give you the chance to sit in it.
Work had been relentless, long shifts, back-to-back deadlines, your phone constantly buzzing with emails that never seemed to stop. By the time you got home most nights, you barely had the energy to kick off your heels before collapsing into bed.
Still... somehow, Armin found his way into your days. It started small. A text in the middle of your shift.
Armin: Did you eat today?
Armin: Don't forget to drink water.
And then—
Armin: I miss you.
You stared at that message longer than you should have, your chest tightening in a way that had nothing to do with stress.
You: I miss you too.
After that, he started showing up.
The first time, you thought you were imagining it—until you walked out of your building and saw him leaning against his car, a small bouquet in one hand and a takeout bag in the other. "Armin?" you blinked, completely caught off guard.
He straightened immediately, that familiar soft smile breaking across his face. "Hi... I, uh—figured you probably hadn't eaten."
You laughed, tired but warm, taking the flowers from him. "You drove all the way here just to feed me?"
His cheeks pinked. "Well... when you say it like that, it sounds a little ridiculous."
"It is ridiculous," you teased—but you didn't let go of the flowers.
After that, it became a pattern. He'd stop by with food. Sometimes coffee. Sometimes just to sit with you for fifteen minutes in your car while you vented about work. And every single time, it felt like not enough. Because no matter how much you talked... you never got to be alone. Not really. One night, your phone buzzed while you were still at your desk.
Armin: I miss you.
You exhaled slowly, leaning back in your chair.
You: I miss you more.
There was a pause.
Then—
Armin: I don't think that's possible.
A small smile tugged at your lips despite everything. A few days later, something rare happened. You got off early. No last-minute emails. No emergency meetings. Just... quiet. And one of the first people you thought of—
Was him.
By the time you pulled up to the school, the sun was already starting to dip low, casting everything in that soft golden light that made the world feel slower than it actually was. You grabbed the crumbl cookie box from the passenger seat, stepping out of the car and heading toward the building.
Armin's classroom door was slightly open. You knocked lightly before pushing it the rest of the way. His head lifted immediately. And just like that—Everything else faded. "Y/n..." he breathed, standing up so fast his chair nearly scraped across the floor.
You held up the box with a small smile. "Peace offering." His eyes flicked from your face... to your outfit... then back again, something warm and unmistakable settling behind his gaze. "You didn't have to do that," he said, though he was already walking toward you.
"I know," you replied lightly. "I wanted to."
He took the box from your hands, setting it down without even opening it—like it wasn't the thing he was actually interested in. "C'mere," he murmured. Before you could say anything else, his hand found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips met yours.
The kiss was soft at first. Then not. Weeks of distance, stolen moments, and unsaid things poured into it all at once. You let out a quiet breath against him, your fingers curling into his shirt. "I've missed you."
"I know," he murmured against your lips. "It's been driving me crazy."
Your heart stuttered. For a second, it felt like you finally had time. Like nothing was in the way. Like—
"Oh, Armin."
You both froze. Of course. Sharon. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression already edged with something sharp as her eyes flicked between you. "There you are," she continued, stepping inside like she owned the place. "We've been waiting."
Armin's jaw tightened slightly. "Waiting for what?"
"The PTA meeting," she said, as if it were obvious. Then her gaze slid to you, her smile thin. "Oh... right. You're not part of that anymore, are you?"
You forced a polite smile, even as irritation curled in your chest. "Work's been busy."
"Mm," she hummed, stepping closer—too close—her hand lightly brushing Armin's arm. "Well, we still need him."
The emphasis wasn't subtle. Your eyes flicked to her hand for a split second before you looked away. Not worth it. Not here. You exhaled quietly, stepping back. "It's fine. I was just dropping something off anyway."
Armin frowned. "Y/n—"
"It's okay," you cut in gently, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "I'll see you another day." Sharon's satisfied expression didn't go unnoticed. But neither did the way Armin looked at you like he didn't want you to leave.
Another week passed. Then another. Schedules clashed. Plans fell through. Messages turned into the only consistent thing between you. Until finally—
You: I got off early today.
His response came almost instantly.
Armin: I can come over?
You glanced around your apartment. Clothes draped over chairs. Dishes in the sink. Absolute chaos. You snorted.
You: ...maybe not here.
A pause. Then—
Armin: Come to mine.
Your pulse jumped. Your son was with his dad for the week. No interruptions. No rushing. Just... him.
The shower lasted longer than it needed to. Hot water cascading down your skin as your thoughts spiraled anticipation mixing with something softer. Something quieter. You took your time getting ready. Not rushed. Not stressed. Just... intentional.
By the time you stepped out, dressed and ready, your heart was already beating faster than usual. Because this time nothing was in the way.
The need for him was pulsing inside of you. So desperate, u ran two stop signs and a red light. And couldn't stop smiling when u opened the door to his house. But frowned when u didn't see him oiled up, butt-naked, and tied up.
Your eyes scanned the familiar space before going down the hallway. And there he was coming out of the bathroom. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. no "hello", no nothing. Looks like he was just as needy as you.
The kiss escalated to tongue fucking, and now him sucking on your bottom lip with a hand on your hip that we swiftly scooped you up into his arms while keeping the kiss steady. "Damn, I missed you."
His feet found himself in the living room and in front of the couch. He then placed you down, breaking the kiss and threw the remote that was on the coffee table in your lap, "Put on something you like." You twisted your face because you were ready to get on the train to pound town right there on the couch but just obliged and went straight to Netflix. Armin made his way in the kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge.
You weren't sure what his intentions were as he always surprised you with how experienced he was, but you were here for it and ready for whatever he has planned. "Oh wow" you mumbled when Eren Yeager turned into a titian for the first time. It was your second time trying to get yourself to watch the anime attack on titian.
Armin came back with a bowl of mango with some salt on it. He seen you do it once and he tried it, loved it ever since. "Y/n," your name rode of his mouth so smoothly, you looked at him then the bowl of fruit he handed out.
You took it with a big smile. "Thanks daddy." You joke.
"Welcome beautiful" he hummed in response with a smirk on his face. A faint shade of red appeared. He didn't move as his eyes stayed studied on you before he got down on his knees in front of you, arms going under your thighs that were spread in his face. The only thing on his mind right now was making up for the lost time that you both had.
He was going to start slow and treat you before he gave himself any physical pleasure and he had to make sure you were aroused enough before he can go feral. He swiftly swept off your short shorts, leaving your panties on then started kissing and licking your inner thighs, making sure to leave marks on them.
"Tell me about your day baby." he mumbled against your thighs. He went slow with the kisses so he can hear you talk properly.
"I had to go in early this morning for a meeting," Your hand suddenly found its way tangled in Armin's hair, "There was just so many-" your words were cut short with a whimper when Armin started eating you out through your panties, "hm?" he hummed waiting for you to continue like he wasn't nibbling your clothed clit.
"um... uh," Armin moved the lace panties out the way and didn't waste time. He started off with three or four kisses, licking up and down and inside the folds of your slimy pussy. He wanted to get all that wetness that you were keeping from him, and you damn near forgot what you were talking about. But you couldn't stop talking because you knew he was genuinely curious about your day.
"Some people are just so insufferable," your breath became heavy, but you could enunciate your words, "I'm so sick of- fuck~" you sucked air through your teeth before letting out a breathy moan when Armin sucked dangerously close to your puffy clit that was just begging for his tongue.
"mhm" you furrowed your brows when he hummed, again asking you to continue. And at the same time, he was eating your cunt, he was making contact with you. Fuck he's so hot..
You lazily rolled your eyes, feeling hazy, "I really misses you too you kno-"
You couldn't even continue while Armin ate you like a starved man. So wet for him, he enjoyed watching you struggle. A gasp left your lips when he entered his index and middle finger in your vagina and went at a fast pace. Subconsciously, his mouth matched the pace with his fingers, and you were letting out whimpers and soft moans. You tasted so good that he didn't want to stop, ever.
The erotic sound of cunnilingus filled the room along with your moans and his grunts. You could feel the smirk grow on his lips when you gripped his hair and his low groan vibrated against your clit. The orgasm brewed from the pit of your stomach while his mouth only focused on your sensitive clit. Armin held a grip on your thigh that was over his shoulder for some stableness while you squirmed under him.
With the pent-up horniness from before, you knew you were gonna cum fast and he felt that when your gummy wall clenched around his fingers. "Armin- please don't stop" you whined in a moan he was not going to disappoint now that he finally has you where he's been wanting for weeks and his mouth moved more sloppily but faster and his grunts and groans made it even better.
He was in love with hearing your sweet voice moaning his name. The result of his digits and tongue fucking you coated his bottom lip and fingers and before you could get a good view of his work, he sucked them dry. His eyes never leaving yours.
Armin let out a pleasured grunt when the taste of your insides was so good and tasty he was just about to go for another round of your pussy, but his dick was painfully hard right now. It's been wayyy too long without you.
"Fuck, Y/n" he furrowed his brows at how pretty you look squirming when he's not even touching you anymore and how you shyed and closed your legs because the dark look in his eyes that scanned over your body
"How do you want it?" he spoke, curling his fingers deep in your wet cunt. His breath ghosted your lips waiting for a response like you could get one out while his fingers ride over your g-spot like lightning McQueen on a racetrack.
Armin saw your struggle and couldn't help but smirk. It let him know how good he was pleasing you.
You mewled against his lip and attempted closing your thighs as it was becoming too much. But he didn't care. He took his hand that was around your neck and pushed those thighs open. You were gonna take it like a big girl and he gonna give you what you've been needing.
"Hm?" his tone was cocky. If you weren't in this position you'd smack the tease off his lips. He moved his hand back around your neck and put light pressure on it. "Tell me how you want it."
There was no way in hell you were going to do any the work. Since you've came, he had your legs spread so wide, you bet you could do the splits, he's going to have to take it from here. "Fuck me how you want."
He thought about it. When doing missionary, he felt like he had more control and he loved to see your pretty face while he fucked you dumb. Like now, you had your brows twisted upwards and pleading eyes full of pleasure. Juicy lips covered in his saliva parted while you whined and moaned...." he sighed, you got scared, "you gonna cum baby?"
"Yes," you breathed, feeling it in the pit of your stomach. Armin pulled his fingers out leaving you disappointed. But then he pushed you down sideways on the couch, keeping your legs wide. He was gonna fuck you missionary.
"Open" he put his fingers to your lips, you happily obeyed, sucking his fingers. Making sure you got every drip of your insides while maintaining eye contact. Now you knew why he loved eating you out.
You almost missed the aching feeling in your pussy when he gave you a tantalizing look.
"Good, huh?" he asked while pulling down his sweats. His dick was hard in his boxers just begging to breath. and the groan he let out confirmed his needs. He was so big, you could practically see his tip sticking out.
Second thoughts about coming... you forgot how brutal he was. Armin got on one knee on the couch and prompted himself in between you. One of your legs was around his waist, the other hanging off the couch while pulling down his boxers, he eyed your pretty cunt, how it was all wet and glistened.
All he could think of was how we was gonna ruin it, you had the best pussy he's ever had and he was eternally grateful to have the privilege to fuck it like he owns it...well he does. His dick sprung out. You tensed when you saw it twitch. You knew too well.
His large hand held your pretty waist while the other stroked his length, using the precum as lube. He sucked air through his teeth, holding back a moan before teasing your folds with the head of his cock. This time, a breathy moan came out. You loved how vocal Armin was and how he wasn't afraid to express how much he enjoyed it.
"You ready, pretty girl?" he teased the tip at your entrance then slowly pushed it in when you nodded. You both let out sounds of pleasure. After being away so long your walls became tight from his size and is yet to get comfortable. He hasn't even got his full length in and you could barely handle it.
You gripped a nearby pillow. He noticed and he was going to go slow at first or at least try. It just felt so good especially when he's about to ram you raw, he didn't know if he could actually hold back
"Shit, Y/n" he furrowed his brows, gripping your fat hips and pushing himself all the way in. His tip surfacing against your cervix with every slow and steady thrust, "It's been so long this pretty pussy forgot how well it gets fucked?" he asked, rhetorically, at the fact his cock could barely breath at how tight your walls clenched it.
You felt so full of him. It was like his dick was in your stomach, you only shuddered in response at the lovely pain. It hurt so good and only got better when his dick massaged your walls
he kept his eyes on you, moving closer to kiss those pretty lips that were just so addicting. He sucked them lips up like some fruit.
You moaned in his mouth, arching your back slightly, feeling his veins massage your insides. each thrust becoming faster. Your attempts at trying to kiss him back fail with your breathing and moans becoming persistent. He grabbed your ankle and threw your leg over his shoulder, pressing his foot deep in the couch all for better access to your gooey cunt.
He pulled away from your face, remaining at a satisfying pace. His precum treading your walls.
"Oh my god min..~"
His thrust were becoming harder and deeper. He threw his head back. Damn the way you whined his name sounded so fucking sexy. He wanted to hear more, so he went faster, his thrust became sloppy at how rough he was going.
"Hm? is it too much?" he groaned, hand squeezing your ass while the other was occupied, circling your puffy clit. "yes-fuck!" you screamed at the way his tip was perfectly pounding your g-spot.
Your eyes closed shut at how intense it became. He saw but didn't stop, he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him, "lemme see those pretty eyes while I fuck you." His thumb swiping up and down on your clit at an unreal speed and you could feel that orgasm building up in your stomach.
"Who said you can look away? hm?" he was really expecting an answer, "You're going to take this dick cause it's fucking yours. Take this shit like the good girl you are." Armin's name came out your mouth over and over like a mantra, like he was a Greek God as his dick continued to smack the fuck out that spot, it probably had bruises.
A broken moan came out your mouth and your juices spewed all over his creamy dick and he didn't even stop. He kept going when your thighs began to shake, one leg falling off his shoulder
unable to handle it, you gripped his shoulder for some type of support. He moved closer to your face and peppered kisses along your jawline.
"C'mon, I know you can take it." he moaned against your neck. His words didn't even register when you rolled your eyes back so far that you could see stars.
"I can't," you barely managed to get out, squirting all over his dick for what felt like the third time. Your nails continue to mark up his shoulder and neck. while your other hand was pulling at his hair.
You could feel the vibration of his moan against your neck that it tickles. "Yea you can. that's why you came, right?" Tears were welling up, but you knew it was gonna be over soon when his movements became more sloppy and harder.
He groaned, grabbing your hips and bucking himself deep into your pussy. Your sweet voice and the way you were squirming under him was driving him crazy. "Let me hear you."
You screamed and whined, his name occasionally coming out. Armin let out a shaky moan, pumping his cum inside of you. "fuck- baby, that's it" he praised, thrusting a few times before slowing down. He wanted to leave his cock inside of you for a bit before pulling out.
His fluid oozed out your cunt and your legs continued to shake.
He was out of breath, but he wasn't done. Not after not seeing you for weeks. He was going to take his time with you. Nor were you done as the pulsing feeling in your pussy came back like it was missing penetration from him. And he damn sure sensed it. The couch was a bit uncomfortable and now stained with the result of your love making, so he picked you up and effortless walked you to his room.
You for sure had to call out for work tomorrow. It was going to be a long night.
Trapped in a cold, arranged marriage where she is neglected and unseen, Y/n turns to marriage counseling as a last attempt to fix what’s already broken. There, she meets Hiromi Higuruma—a sharp, perceptive therapist who quickly recognizes that the problem isn’t her, but the man she married. What begins as emotional support slowly evolves into a dangerous connection, as Higuruma gives Y/n the care, attention, and intimacy she’s been starved of.
pairings- Therapist Higuruma x reader
warnings- domestic smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, creampies, touch deprived reader, cheating, divorce, soft/dom Hiro
Wc: 10k
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"Clean this shit up. I got to go handle some things in the office." Your husband says as he puts on his suit and tie. Leaving you cold and naked in bed. "But I didn't get to finish." You pout.
Your husband laughs, "You never do. A woman's purpose in life is to satisfy men. Nothing more, nothing less."
And with that, he leaves, his cum all over the lower part of your body. Left unsatisfied and sad. But it was just a small price to pay for being married, right? Your father and a good friend of his and they arranged the marriage. Your husband was the heir to a big-shot company, and what sells these days is a happy family. A wife and... kids.
The thought made your stomach twist.
At this point in your life, you'd always imagined waiting. Building love first. Growing into parenthood with someone who actually wanted you. But your father-in-law's constant comments about grandchildren had become impossible to ignore, and every passing week only increased the pressure.
So, night after night, you endured the same cold routine, letting your husband take what he wanted before rolling away like you were nothing more than another obligation on his schedule. No tenderness, no romance, no care.
You had tried—God, you tried. Home cooked breakfasts before his early meetings. Sweet notes tucked into his briefcase. Pretty little outfits chosen carefully, hoping he'd notice, hoping he'd see you. Hoping for some spark. Anything. But it always amounted to the same thing. Nothing. Because he didn't care.
He didn't even look back at you. The bedroom door stood open, cool morning air slipping in while you remained tangled in the sheets bare, cold, and aching in ways that had nothing to do with your body.
You stared at the ceiling for a long moment, numb, fighting the sting behind your eyes. The mess he left behind only made the emptiness worse—a humiliating reminder of what intimacy in this marriage had become.
One-sided. Mechanical. Hollow. But this was marriage, wasn't it? At least, that was what everyone around you seemed to believe.
The decision came three nights later.
Your husband was seated at the long dining table, eyes fixed on the glow of his laptop while the dinner you had spent an hour preparing went cold between the two of you. He hadn't touched it. He rarely did. You twisted your fingers together beneath the table, nerves tightening in your stomach.
"I think we should try marriage counseling." You blurt out finally mustering up the courage to speak. The sound of typing stopped. Slowly, your husband looked up. For a moment, the silence stretched so long you thought he might laugh in your face.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. "Counseling?"
You swallowed. "We barely talk anymore. We barely..." Your voice faltered. "I just want us to connect. I hate feeling this way."
His eyes narrowed slightly, studying you in a way that made your skin prickle. Then, unexpectedly, he smirked. "Fine."
The answer came so easily it caught you off guard. "Really?"
He shut his laptop with a quiet click and stood, grabbing his glass of whiskey. "If it'll stop you from being up my ass, then sure."
The words stung, but you clung to the yes anyway. It was something. Maybe this could work. Maybe this could be the thing that finally changed everything. A week later, you found yourself sitting in one of the tallest buildings downtown.
The company name gleamed in silver across the marble wall behind the receptionist desk. Your husband had scoffed when he learned the counselor was also the CEO of one of the most feared corporate law firms in the city. "Who the hell moonlights as a marriage therapist?"
But when the counselor stepped into the waiting room, the answer somehow made perfect sense. He carried himself with the same sharp precision as the building around him. Dark suit tailored to perfection. Hair slightly tousled in a way that somehow still looked deliberate. Eyes sharp enough to make you feel like every thought in your head had already been read and filed away.
"Mr. and Mrs. —," he said smoothly, offering his hand first to your husband, then to you. His palm was warm. Steady. Professional. But when his gaze lingered on your face for a second too long, something in your chest shifted.
"Hiromi Higuruma nice to meet you both, please this way."
His office was quieter than the rest of the building. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight spilling over bookshelves lined with legal volumes and psychology texts alike. Higuruma took his seat across from the two of you, notepad resting on his knee.
"Why don't we start with why you're here?"
Your husband sighed dramatically, crossing one leg over the other. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with her. She drags and mopes around the house all depressed and shit for no reason."
Higuruma's eyes moved to you.
"And do you?" Your throat tightened. "No, I just- want to feel loved, I guess? He doesn't care." you admitted softly.
Your husband scoffed. "I work twelve-hour days running a company. I provide everything she could ever want."
"Materially," Higuruma said. The calmness in his voice was almost surgical.
Your husband's jaw ticked. "What exactly is this supposed to mean?"
Higuruma leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. "It means your wife is asking for emotional intimacy, and your response is to list your financial contributions."
Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Your husband's face darkened. "She's dramatic."
Your heart sank, but before you could speak, Higuruma's voice cut cleanly through the room. "No," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "She's lonely." The words hit harder than they should have.
Because it was the first time anyone had said it out loud. The first time anyone had looked at you and seen it.
Your husband stood so abruptly the chair legs screeched against the floor. "This is bullshit." He pointed at Higuruma, fury flashing in his expression. "You're supposed to be fixing her, not taking her side."
Higuruma didn't move. "If you believe your wife is the sole issue in this marriage, then you've already proven my point." That was it. With a bitter curse, your husband stormed toward the door, yanking it open hard enough for it to slam against the wall before disappearing down the hall.
The office fell into silence. Your breathing felt uneven. Embarrassment burned hot beneath your skin. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
Higuruma set his notepad down. "For what?"
Your brows pulled together. "For... this. For wasting your time."
His gaze softened in a way that made your pulse skip. "This wasn't a waste." He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek black business card, sliding it across the desk toward you. He wrote his personal number neatly on the back.
"You can come alone," he said quietly.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up. "I don't know if that's appropriate."
His expression didn't change, but there was something heavier in his eyes now. "Sometimes," he said, voice low and deliberate, "the healthiest thing a person can do is seek clarity without the person who keeps clouding it."
Your breath caught.
"If you decide you want that," he added, "text me." And that was all.
The card stayed hidden in the drawer of your nightstand. You told yourself that was safer. If it was out of sight, maybe it would stay out of mind. But every night, after another dinner eaten in silence and another cold goodnight from the man who was supposed to be your husband, your thoughts drifted back to it.
To him. To the way Higuruma had looked at you not with pity but understanding. Like your loneliness had been obvious the second you stepped into his office.
For six days, you resisted. On the seventh, your husband didn't come home until after midnight. No call. No text. No explanation. You sat alone on the edge of the bed in one of the silk nightgowns you'd bought hoping he'd notice, phone clutched tightly in your hand.
Before you could lose your nerve, you opened the drawer, pulled out the card, and typed in the number. Your fingers hovered over the screen. Then finally—
Y/n: Hi. It's Y/n. I hope I'm not bothering you.
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Higuruma: You're not.
Your heart stumbled. You stared at the message, suddenly hyperaware of the quiet in your room.
Y/n: I wasn't sure if I should text.
Three dots.
Higuruma: And yet you did.
You curled deeper into the blankets.
Y/n: Is it bad that I just want someone to talk to?
His reply came immediately.
Higuruma: No. It's human.
A shaky breath left you. No one had ever made your needs feel so simple. So valid.
Higuruma: Come by tomorrow evening after six. We'll talk properly.
Your pulse quickened.
Y/n: Alone?
Higuruma: Yes.
There was a pause before the next message appeared.
Higuruma: Unless that makes you uncomfortable.
Your fingers moved before your mind could catch up.
Y/n: No. It doesn't.
The typing bubble appeared again.
Higuruma: Good.
The single word shouldn't have made your stomach flip. But it did. The next evening, the city skyline glowed gold beyond the towering windows of Higuruma's office. The receptionist was gone for the night, the floor nearly empty except for the faint hum of distant printers and quiet footsteps somewhere down the hall.
It felt more private. More intimate. When Higuruma opened his office door for you, he was missing the suit jacket this time. His white dress shirt was rolled neatly to his forearms, tie loosened just enough to make him look less like a CEO and more like a man who had been working too hard.
And somehow that made him worse. Or better. You weren't sure. "Come in," he said, voice lower in the quiet office. You stepped inside, smoothing your skirt nervously before sitting on the leather couch instead of the formal chair from last time.
His eyes flickered to the choice. Interesting. He sat across from you, one arm draped over the back of his chair. "How have things been since the session?"
A bitter laugh escaped you. "The same."
His expression sharpened. "He still ignores you."
It wasn't a question. You looked down at your hands. "Yes."
"Has he apologized?" Your silence answered for you. Higuruma exhaled slowly through his nose, jaw tightening for the first time. Then his voice softened. "And how are you handling that?"
The question hit differently than when anyone else asked. Friends asked for gossip. Family asked to keep up appearances. But Higuruma asked like the answer actually mattered.
Your throat tightened. "I don't know," you admitted. "I feel stupid."
His brows furrowed. "For wanting affection from your husband?"
You nodded weakly. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed entirely on you. "Don't do that."
Your gaze lifted. "Don't reduce your needs into something shameful just because someone else failed to meet them."
The words wrapped around something fragile inside your chest. You stared at him, breath caught. No one had ever defended your feelings like this. No one had ever spoken to you like you deserved gentleness.
Higuruma held your gaze for a long moment, and the room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. The city lights spilled across the floor between you. "You've spent so long trying to be what everyone else needs," he said quietly, "that I don't think anyone's asked what you want."
The question settled heavy in the air. What did you want? A marriage that felt real. A touch that wasn't selfish. Someone who listened. Someone who saw you. Your lips parted, but the answer got stuck in your throat because Higuruma was already looking at you like he already knew.
Like he could read every lonely thought you'd been too afraid to say aloud. And suddenly the silence between the two of you didn't feel clinical anymore. It felt charged. Dangerously personal. By the time your session ended, the city outside had dissolved into rain.
Heavy drops streaked down the towering windows of Higuruma's office, turning the skyline into blurred gold and silver smears of light. You hadn't realized how late it had gotten. The office floor was almost completely empty now, the usual buzz of assistants and phones replaced by a soft, distant silence.
You stood, smoothing your skirt with shaky fingers. "Thank you," you said quietly.
Higuruma rose from his chair, watching you with that same unreadable expression that always made you feel like he was seeing far more than you said. "For listening."
His gaze softened. "You shouldn't have to thank someone for doing the bare minimum."
The words made your chest ache. Because that was exactly what your marriage had trained you to do be grateful for scraps. A tiny nod was all you could manage. When you turned toward the door, the sound of thunder rolled faintly outside.
You paused. "I didn't bring an umbrella."
Higuruma glanced toward the rain-slick windows, then reached for the coat draped over the back of his chair.
"I'll walk you."
Your pulse skipped. "You don't have to."
"I know." His answer was immediate. Simple. Like the decision had never been optional. The elevator ride down was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of silence that made every tiny thing feel louder—the hum of the elevator cables, the faint rustle of his coat sleeve when his arm brushed yours, your own heartbeat drumming nervously in your ears.
When the doors opened into the lobby, the storm had only gotten worse. Rain hammered against the glass doors in relentless sheets. Higuruma stepped closer, opening the umbrella with a sharp click before holding it above both of you.
"Come on."
The walk to your car was short. It still felt endless. The scent of rain mixed with his cologne, something clean and expensive and unmistakably him. The warmth of his shoulder brushed yours every few steps, close enough to make your skin prickle.
You shouldn't have noticed. But you did. When you finally reached your car, you stopped beneath the umbrella, fingers tightening around your keys. Neither of you moved. Rain poured around the edges of the umbrella, cocooning the two of you in your own quiet little world.
"You're shaking." His voice was low. Gentle. You hadn't even realized. The truth hit you all at once. The loneliness. The humiliation. The exhaustion of pretending everything was fine. Your vision blurred before you could stop it.
"I'm trying so hard," you whispered, voice breaking. "I keep trying to be what he wants and it's never enough."
The first tear slipped free. Then another. Your shoulders trembled. And before you could turn away in embarrassment, Higuruma reached out. His hand settled lightly against your wrist. Warm. Steady. Everything in you froze. It was such a small touch. Barely anything. But it felt more intimate than anything your husband had done in months.
Maybe years. Higuruma's thumb brushed softly against your skin, grounding you. "Look at me."
Your breath caught as your eyes lifted to his. Rain pattered softly overhead, distant thunder humming through the night. His expression had changed. Still composed. Still careful. But something deeper lived in his gaze now.
Something that made your pulse stutter. "You are not hard to love," he said quietly. The words shattered something inside you. A sob caught in your throat before you could stop it. Because that was it, wasn't it? The fear that maybe you were asking for too much. That maybe you were too needy. Too emotional. And here Higuruma was, standing in the rain, looking at you like the answer had always been obvious.
His hand tightened just slightly around your wrist. "Your husband's inability to care for you properly is not a reflection of your worth."
Your breathing turned uneven. "Higuruma..." His name slipped from your lips softer than intended.
His eyes flickered to your mouth for the briefest moment. The air shifted. The rain suddenly sounded louder. Neither of you moved. Not closer. Not away. Just suspended in the ache of the moment, balanced on the edge of something dangerous.
His fingers slowly loosened from your wrist, trailing down until his hand brushed yours. A choice. One he was leaving entirely up to you. And without thinking, your fingers curled around his. The contact sent warmth racing up your arm. Higuruma's gaze darkened, not with hunger, but with restraint.
The kind that said he had already crossed this line a thousand times in his head and hated himself for how badly he wanted to step over it now. "You should go home," he said softly. And so, you went.
The moment you stepped into your house, the silence swallowed you whole. It was too quiet. Too cold. Too much space for your thoughts to wander back to him.
Back to the way Higuruma's fingers had wrapped around your wrist in the rain. The steadiness in his voice. The unbearable gentleness in the way he had looked at you like you were something fragile and worth protecting.
You shut the front door behind you and leaned against it, your pulse still unsteady. This was wrong. Every part of it. You were married. No matter how hollow your marriage felt, no matter how invisible your husband made you feel, the guilt still settled deep in your chest.
You shouldn't be thinking about another man. Especially not him. And yet the second you closed your eyes, it was Higuruma you saw. His loosened tie. His rolled sleeves. The low timbre of his voice saying things no one had ever said to you before.
By the time you climbed into bed that night, your mind was still tangled around him. You turned onto your side. Then your back. Then your stomach. Nothing helped. Every time you tried to force yourself to think of anything else, your thoughts drifted right back to his office, his voice, the warmth of his touch.
The guilt only made it worse. Because deep down, you knew these weren't thoughts you should be having. Not about your therapist. Not about a man who had seen every crack in your marriage and every lonely part of you. Still, by morning, the ache to see him again had only grown. You stared at your phone for almost ten minutes before finally giving in.
Y/n: Can I meet with you again?
His reply came quickly.
Higuruma: Tomorrow evening. My office.
The next evening, the city was dipped in soft gold light by the time you stepped into Higuruma's office. He was already waiting. Suit jacket gone. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked less like the terrifying CEO everyone feared and more like a man who had stayed late just for you.
That thought alone sent heat crawling up your neck. "You came," he said, his voice low in the quiet room.
You nodded, suddenly nervous. He motioned for you to sit, and this time he chose the couch beside you instead of the chair across the room.
The closeness made your heartbeat quicken. For a long moment, he simply studied you. Then he asked, calm and direct:
"How is your intimacy life with your husband?"
The question made your stomach tighten. You looked down at your hands. "It's..." you hesitated, shame creeping into your voice. "It's not good."
Higuruma stayed silent, letting you continue.
"He only ever thinks about himself," you admitted softly. "He doesn't care if I'm satisfied. He never really has."
The confession hung heavy in the room. You expected embarrassment. Judgment. Instead, Higuruma's expression only sharpened with understanding. "You're touch deprived," he said.
The words made your breath catch. Your lips parted slightly. "I didn't realize it was that obvious."
"To me, yes," he said evenly.
His voice lowered, more careful now. "When a person goes that long without being touched with care, it starts to affect them emotionally. Mentally. Even physically."
Your chest tightened. Because that was exactly how it felt. Like your body had forgotten what tenderness was supposed to be. Higuruma turned toward you slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. "If you want," he said, voice calm and deliberate, "I could do that for you."
The room fell silent. Your pulse roared in your ears. You stared at him, unsure if you had heard him right. He didn't rush to fill the silence. Didn't pressure you. He simply let the offer sit there between you. Safe and tempting.
"I..." your throat tightened. "I don't know."
For the first time, Higuruma leaned back and gave you space. "Think about it."
Your eyes lifted to his.
"Don't text me till you know what you want."
.
.
Days turned into weeks. And still, you didn't text him. Not because you stopped thinking about him. Because it was the opposite. He was all you could think about. At breakfast, your husband barely looking up from his phone. In bed at night, staring at the empty darkness.
In the shower, remembering the warmth of Higuruma's hand and the way his voice always made you feel understood. The guilt never left. But it was losing. Slowly. Because now that the idea had been planted, it refused to let you go.
What would it feel like to be touched with care? To be touched because someone wanted you to feel good? To be seen? Weeks later, after another silent dinner and another lonely night, your restraint finally snapped. Your fingers trembled as you opened your phone.
Y/n: I know what I want.
The response was immediate.
Higuruma: My office. 6 o'clock.
And just like that, the line you had spent weeks trying not to cross was suddenly right in front of you. The entire drive there, your hands trembled on the steering wheel. Every red light gave you one more chance to turn around.
One more chance to go home, crawl into the cold bed beside your husband, and pretend the last few weeks hadn't happened. Pretend Higuruma's voice didn't live in your head. Pretend your body didn't ache with the memory of being understood. But somehow, every road still led you downtown. To him.
By the time the elevator doors opened onto the nearly empty executive floor, your pulse was pounding so hard it felt impossible to breathe. His receptionist was gone. The hallway lights were dimmer than usual, casting the silver logo in a soft glow.
At the very end of the corridor, his office door stood slightly open. Like he had been expecting you. He had. You knocked once anyway. "Come in." His voice rolled through the quiet like thunder.
When you stepped inside, Higuruma was standing near the window, the city lights stretching behind him in glittering gold lines. No jacket. Sleeves rolled. Tie gone completely this time. His expression gave away nothing, but his eyes dropped to you the second the door clicked shut.
"Y/n."
The words were low. Certain. Like he had never doubted it. The sound of your name rolled off his tongue like sweet honey. Your throat felt dry. "I thought about it."
His gaze sharpened. "And?" The room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. You swallowed hard.
"I want to know what it feels like." For the first time, something softened in his face. Not triumph. Not hunger. Something almost gentler.
He crossed the room slowly, stopping close enough for your breath to catch but not close enough to touch. "What exactly do you want to feel?" he asked quietly teasing.
The question made your face warm. You inhaled and stared deep into his eyes as you said, "Can you touch me please?" In a sweet tone with lustful eyes.
Higuruma nodded and let out a hum. For a moment, he just looked at you. Like the honesty of it mattered more than anything else. Then Higuruma gave a slow nod while walking to his desk. "Okay."
One word. Simple. "Come to me." He beckoned patting the spot on his desk. Immediately you listened and he slid you up on top his desk hiking your skirt up in the process. He lifted his hand but paused just before touching you.
Giving you time. A choice. Your entire body reacted to how patient he was. To how he waited for every tiny sign that you were okay. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, voice low and calm.
You shook your head.
His thumb traced your bottom lip slow a touch so soft it made your eyes sting unexpectedly. Higuruma stepped a little closer. Close enough now that the clean scent of his cologne wrapped around you. He pecked the side of your cheek close to your mouth before dropping to his knees.
He knelt between your legs, fingers moving to hook around your panties and pulled them off with exquisite patience, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me if it's too much, kay?" he whispered in which you nodded in response.
As he bent forward, his lips brushed the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You felt his breath there, warm and humid. Your fingers threaded through his hair without even thinking. He licked once through your folds, and your back arched pushing yourself closer to him. "How does that feel?" He mumbles. The question almost broke you.
"Good," you whispered, voice trembling. "Really good."
His eyes held yours. And he hums satisfied with your answer.
His hands cradled your thighs as he mapped you with his mouth, his tongue leaving trails of devotion along the mound and creases of your sex. He kissed your swollen clit, languishing in the beautiful sounds you were clearly trying to hold back.
When you were soaked and quivering a shaky breath escaped you. No one had ever touched you like this. Like you were something to be handled carefully. Something precious. When you opened your eyes, Higuruma was watching each reaction and every breath you took.
His hunger only grew, watching as you attempted to buck your hips into his face. It was almost cute, especially with how wet you were, and he barley even did anything. He eagerly started to lap up your pussy like he was starving.
Higuruma's tongue left nothing untouched, dragging his tongue from between the bottom of your inner labia to the top, brushing over your clit and giving it extra special attention before dragging his tongue back down.
"F-fuc~" Your words were cut short by a long, breathy moan. Your thighs tried to clamp shut around his face, but Hiromi wouldn't allow that, holding your thighs down onto the desk, even harder this time, hard enough to leave you sore.
He quickly grew tired of just appetizing you, quickly sinking further down into your heat, sticking his tongue past your entrance and letting it slide against your slick walls, taking in everything he could. "Mmh taste so fucking good." He mumbled against your heat.
Now, you were screaming in pleasure, and Higuruma had barely even started. It felt so good, his big nose rubbing up against your clit, his lips sucking your opening as his tongue was shoved down as far inside of you as it could go, moving his head back and forth as he shoved his tongue in and out. "F-feels so good! Oh God- Hiro-"
Your legs spasmed as you started to get close, to which Higuruma moved one of his hands down with his mouth, moving two of his fingers in and out of your tight cunt and down into your abused pussy. Higuruma's fingers were so thick and long, scissoring you open as he let his lips move up to your clit, sucking on it aggressively as his tongue swirled around the small bud, which only further blossomed from each touch.
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could only grab Higuruma by the hair, trying to pull him away instinctively from the brutality of overstimulation your clit was receiving, but it was no use, no matter what you did, he wasn't about to let his meal run away, especially not when he wasn't even close to being satisfied.
Your whole body was shaking as you came all over his mouth, grinding your hips against his face as you screamed out his name.
As you come down from your high, he gets up humming in satisfaction. Wiping his mouth and pushing the remainder of your mess in his mouth. "Fuck." He lets out a low groan. Your eyes trail to the mess you left on his dress shirt all the way down to the VERY prominent bulge in his pants.
Your hands reach down but before you could touch, he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. "Don't worry about me darling, just wanted to please you." He pecks up your arm.
"But-" Your phone ringing cuts you off before you can say anything. It was your husband. You glance at Higuruma to see if it was ok and he nods. "Hi honey." Your voice was still a little shaky from the previous event that occurred.
"Where the fuck are you Y/n? I come home and there's no food on the table, what kind of wife are you?"
"O-oh I'm at-" Higuruma puts his finger to his lip signaling you not to tell your husband your actual location. "-the grocery store getting groceries."
"Well get home now. I had a long day at work and I'm fucking hungry."
He hangs up on you, and you sigh. It was crazy how fast reality can slap you in the face. Warm hands rubbing on your thighs interrupt your thoughts. "You shouldn't let him talk to you that way."
"I know. But he's my husband."
His hands start to lightly squeeze the flesh on your thigh, "Still doesn't give him the right." His hands run up your body and find their way to your neck. "don't like how he talks to you." He mumbles squeezing and you have to bite back a moan.
"I should get going before he calls again. Now I actually have to go to the grocery store." You nervously laugh.
"Mm." Was all he said as he let go. You hop of his desk and shimmy your skirt back down.
"Come back to me tomorrow." He says and all you do is smile and nod in return.
And with that you left. The guilt hit you like a train. Even though he treated you bad you still cared for him in your own fucked up way.
So why was it that every day after that you found yourself at Higuruma's office at 6 o'clock spread pretty for him on his desk.
A month has passed since your first meeting, and he showed you all the different things he could do with his long fingers and tongue. But you wanted more, craved more, your body ached for something different. It's been a month and he's never kissed you once.
It was starting to make you self-conscious. There was a strong possibility that he could be doing the same thing with his other clients and that made you feel some type of way. Yes, he didn't owe you anything, but you couldn't help it.
So, you took the immature route and ghosted him. The silence was unbearable. No 6 o'clock elevator rides. No dim office lights. No Higuruma waiting by his desk with those sharp eyes that always seemed to know exactly what you needed before you said it.
You had expected relief.
Instead, every hour without him felt wrong.
Your husband had left for a three-day business trip that morning, barely sparing you a glance as he grabbed his suitcase and barked something about keeping the house presentable before disappearing out the front door.
By evening, the house was too quiet. You stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring tea you had no intention of drinking, your thoughts spiraling back to the same thing they always did. Why hadn't he kissed you? A whole month of his hands, his mouth, his patience, his care. But never your lips. The thought gnawed at every insecurity you'd been trying to bury.
Maybe he didn't want you like that. Maybe this was just what he did. Some side arrangement with lonely clients who needed more than therapy. The sharp sound of the doorbell cut through your thoughts. Your brows furrowed. No one visited this late. You moved toward the door slowly, peeking through the glass pane first—and froze.
Higuruma. Dark overcoat. Damp hair as if he had just got out of the shower. One hand in his pocket, the other relaxed at his side like showing up at your house was the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you opened the door. "Higuruma?"
His eyes flicked over your face, taking in your surprise, your tank slipping off one shoulder, the bare legs. For the first time since meeting him, he looked almost... unsettled.
"Why did you stop seeing me?" Your breath caught at the quiet accusation in his tone.
You crossed your arms over yourself, more to steady your nerves than anything. "How did you even find my address?"
His gaze didn't leave yours. "It's in the client files," he said evenly. "You and your husband filled it out at your first appointment."
The answer was simple. Practical. And somehow it still made your pulse race. Then his voice dropped lower. "I miss you."
The confession hit harder than it should have. Your throat tightened. You looked away first, unable to handle the way he was staring at you. "You probably say that to all your clients." The words came out quieter than intended. More vulnerable. More bitter. For the first time, something in Higuruma's expression sharpened.
He stepped closer, just enough for the warmth of him to slip through the cold night air. "No."
The single word was firm. Certain. His eyes locked onto yours, intense enough to steal your breath. "I haven't done any of this with my other clients." The world seemed to still around you. The rain. The hallway light. The nervous beat of your heart.
All of it drowned beneath the weight of what he had just admitted. "You're different," he said, voice lower now. "Do you really think I'd be standing at your front door after midnight if you weren't? I need you Y/n. Please."
The vulnerability in his tone shook you more than any touch ever had. Because Higuruma never sounded uncertain. Never looked affected. And yet here he was, on your doorstep, looking at you like ghosting him had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
Your fingers tightened around the edge of the door. "But.....- no nevermind."
His gaze softened. "Speak."
You swallowed. The command going straight to the already growing leaking mess in between your legs. "A month," you whispered. "And you never kissed me." The confession sat raw between you. Higuruma went still. Then, slowly, his hand lifted—not touching, just brushing a damp strand of hair away from his forehead as if grounding himself.
"I didn't kiss you," he said carefully, "because I knew if I did, I wouldn't stop at one." The words sent heat rushing through your entire body.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for the first time that night before dragging back up to meet your gaze. "That was the line I was trying not to cross."
Your breath caught. Because suddenly it wasn't rejection. It was restraint. Restraint that looked dangerously close to snapping. And with your husband miles away, the house silent, and Higuruma standing in your doorway looking at you like this— the tension suddenly felt unbearable. A small smile grows on your face, "I think we're well past a crossed line Hiro."
You step to the side and allow him to enter your house. "I'll do anything for you Y/n. Just tell me. These days without you have been hell."
You inhaled and stared deep into his eyes as you said, "Can you take care of me please?" In a sweet tone with lustful eyes. Instead of responding, you just sighed at his lips being crashed onto yours. His lips smoothly moving against yours and both of your body temperatures rising.
His hand unwrapping from your neck and going to the middle of your back. The both of you tilting your heads to get a better angle and shove your tongues deeper inside one another's mouths.
Tingles running's throughout you as his hand crept from your back, to over your ass. You smiled at him gripping and caressing it with his thumb. His hands went farther down to the back of your thigh and tapped it to signal for you to jump.
After doing a little jump, your legs rested by his waist and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. "Room?" he says in between breaths.
"Second floor third door on the right." Higuruma gripped under your thighs roughly and felt you tangle your nails into his soft hair as he carried you up the steps without ever breaking the kiss.
He opened one of the bedroom doors with one hand and closed it behind him with his foot. Quietly groaning as he heard you starting to let out muffled moans into his mouth.
You felt yourself being placed down onto soft carpet and you being pushed back against the wall.
Whimpering at him biting down on your bottom lip before he fully pulled away. You licked your lips and felt nervous at his eyes looking into yours as his fingers tugged on the ends of your tank top. You nodded your head faintly and watched his eyes avert down while he began to slowly lift your shirt.
Fully pulling it over your head, he let it fall to the floor. You smiled a little at him just staring down into your cleavage and your lace bra. You felt goosebumps from the feeling of his cold rings gliding down your waist from his fingertips hooking around the waistband of your shorts.
Closing your eyes from him planting a long kiss on your forehead and the feeling of your shorts dropping down to your ankles. You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side while Higuruma's lips pulled away from coming in contact with your forehead.
Your tongue swiping over your lips as Higuruma began to pull off his clothes. Abs, chest, all exposed and uncovered from that coat that hid all of the things about this man.
The moon light shines into the room. The lighting just making the both of you more turned on while you took the time to take in each other's bodies.
Your eyes catching the shadows of you both on the floor. You looked back up at him, the two of you only hearing one another's breathing. You stared into his pretty eyes feeling his hand wrap around your wrist. Higuruma dragged your hand up to him and placed your palm against warm chest. You looked down at your hand and slowly dragged it down his abs.
Bringing up your other hand, you started rubbing them all over his upper body as he tilted his head and started to kiss right below your ear. Humming and closing your eyes feeling his lips go farther down after each wet kiss. You softly moaned in his ear as he's now found your sweet spot that made your body flinch beneath him. Your breathing got heavier from him starting the process of leaving a hickey on your neck.
Higuruma started to walk you over to the bed and you felt the back of your legs press against the edge of it. He removed his lips from a certain spot on your neck and wiped it with his thumb to see the deeply colored mark clearer. Once again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and felt him begin to lay you down on the bed.
Your hands slid down to his face, and you made him smash his lips against yours. The cause being the feeling of starting to fully undress you. You let out a small whine from him playing with the clip of your bra made him smile as he fully unhooked it.
You giggled into the kiss at Higuruma flinging your bra somewhere in the room. His hand wasting no time to cup your breast and pinch your hardened nipple to make your back arch slightly. You were starting to lose focus from him touching all over you.
His hand spread your leg out a little then he ran his fingertips along the rim of your panties. You sighed into the kiss and felt him pull away from your lips. You chewed on your bottom lip as he kept eye contact and rubbed two fingers over your covered area to feel the large damp spot on your panties.
You looked away at him smirking at you and hooking his fingertips around your underwear.
His eyes never left your face whilst he slowly pulled off your panties. You gently shivered at cold air rushing into your wetness from you being completely exposed now. Your eyes watching as Higuruma backed up to take a good look at you.
Your cheeks warming up as he looked at you as his prey. Seeing his erection grow bigger in his pants, your eyes widened slightly.
"You are just.....wow." His voice gentle as he just stared in awe and lust. Feeling shy, you covered your privates with your hands and looked away. "No, don't cover up beautiful...I wanna see everything" His hands bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders.
"Just wow....." Higuruma repeated, then whistled as he stared over your body some more, trying to take in everything at once. Absolutely loving the sight of your bare breasts. "You've done what no one else has done before...you managed to make me at lost for words" A burst of confidence erupted in you.
Smiling widely at him saying, "So goddamn beautiful," and leaning down towards you. His breath kissing your flesh as his head rested by your neck. Placing your hand on the back of his head, and closing your eyes feeling wet, and warm kisses being planted on your neck.
Humming and slightly arching your back again. His fingers tap dancing up your spine, and hand resting on your back. You inhaled feeling his large hand wrap around your throat. Higuruma turning his head towards your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Y/n." Higuruma lowly said against your ear. Letting out a tiny whine from his breath tickling you and his voice making you more aroused. You softly answered back with, "Yes?"
And felt yourself throb at Higuruma gruffly saying, "I'm gonna give you what you been crying for. I'm going to take good care of you. Kay?" he says biting on the top of your ear.
You responding back with, "Kay," made Higuruma leave one last peck on your lips before he left a wet trail of kisses down your collarbone, to your chest, then, stomach, and stopping right above your pelvic area.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared down at him just staring. Feeling a little shy and embarrassed, you tried close your legs but just felt him spread them wider. His pointer and middle finger rubbed through your while he said, "All soaking wet just for me." and watched as your juices created little strings every-time he's close his fingers and spread them again.
"Just for you." You smiled and combed your fingers through some of his hair. Him sternly responding with, "And that's how it's gonna be from now on" and looking at you dangerously causing you to drip onto the bed.
Feeling your cheeks get hot as you watched how Higuruma just stared at her with such lust and desire. Caressing the back and inner of your thighs slowly, him just thinking about how he's gonna do some things to you.
You lightly flinched at his fingers sliding down your inner thigh and stopping right before he reached your folds. "Hiro please..." You whined with furrowed brows and saw a grin on his face.
Higuruma looked up at you and lightly blew cold air on your delicacy. You huffed and adjusted yourself as you were propped up on your elbows. Watching him lower his head, still keeping eye contact with you, then turning it right before he reaches your aching area.
You threw your head back and groaned feeling him planting kisses on your inner thighs.
Humming as he sucked and left purple hickeys on your skin, and you quickly sucking in air with him leaving bite marks.
He kept on kissing while pulling your legs up over his shoulders then locking his arms under, and around them to keep you in place. Finally, he faced back towards your glistening pussy that was just waiting to be devoured lifting your head back up, you saw Higuruma sliding his hand back down.
Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip from you biting down hard at the feeling of his pointer, and middle finger squeezing your folds closer together to see more wetness ooze out of you.
"Shit, baby." Higuruma gruffly chuckled and ran his two fingers in between your folds, feeling in side your gushy delicacy.
His fingers getting slippery from being covered in your arousal fluid. You quietly moaning "mm~" as you've never felt anything like this before. Pinching and moving your clit in a circle, you softly moaned and clawed at the bed covers.
Higuruma removed his fingers and lightly sighed, preparing himself to please you. Fondling the thickness of your thighs, Higuruma stuck his tongue out and licked up in between your plump folds with eye contact. You gasped at the sensation of his warm tongue pressing up against your parts. Higuruma licked his lips and hummed as he finally tasted what he's been longing to for weeks.
"Hah~" You moaned with your lips parted and your eyebrows furrowed at Higuruma licking up and swirling his tongue in a figure eight motion on your swelling clit. Higuruma internally smirking and felt his dick twitch through his pants at the sounds of your lewd noises.
Moving his tongue around your bundle of nerves faster so he can hear more of your moans that he absolutely loved. "Oh shi-ah~"
Your breathing getting heavier from him wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking hard.
Higuruma pulled up then released your clit from his mouth, watching it go back into place. Your whole body getting hot as he sped up his pace and bopped his head up and down, with his tongue getting covered in your juices.
"Yes, just like that!" His tongue flicking over your clit every time he lapped his tongue back up.
Him deeply humming "mm" each time his head bobbed up and down. Feeling his pants getting tighter from your loud moans. You slid your hands down and tangled your fingers in his extremely soft and thick hair.
Higuruma's lips getting covered in your wetness as well as the tip of his nose. His tongue licking inside of you and your legs starting to lightly shake as juices just kept flowing out of you. You rolled your hips as you grind against his tongue. "F-fuck I can't-" You whined feeling as if you were about to go crazy. Higuruma tilted his head a little and spread out your folds with his fingers to lick you up at a different angle.
Gently shivering at Higuruma mumbling, "You taste so fucking good," and gently biting down on your clit. You tried to squirm away, feeling something forming in your stomach. You felt a harsh spank on your ass from trying to get away.
"Stop fucking running. This is what you wanted isn't it?" He demanded in a low voice and dragged you closer to his face by your thighs. Higuruma's lips once again wrapping around your bud and he licked over it with his tongue.
"Ouu yes!" You rested your head on the bed, arching your back at the sucking noises he made. His tongue collecting your juices then releasing them back onto you. You throbbed against him and tried to get your legs from out of his grip. Higuruma shoved his head more deeper in between your legs and faintly grunted at you tugging on his hair.
Moaning out, "Im gonna cum! Oh my-fuck! Hiro please~" and pulling your bottom lip into your mouth.
"Go ahead. Come on be a good girl," He mumbled and proceeded to flick his tongue on your clit repeatedly then using his whole tongue to cover you as he licked up. Slurping up all your juices, licking in every spot and crevice, eating you out amazingly.
"Hah..h-ah.. Ohh shit~" Higuruma smiled at you loudly moaning and cumming all over his tongue. You flinched at the sensation of him continuing to lick despite your sensitivity. Your chest heavily rose up and down, and you watched him appear from between your legs with a sexy look on his face.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you so you can sit up on your knees. Your eye level being with his erection and you gulped with your eyes moving up to his. Higuruma watched you blink repeatedly then look back down after he made you palm his boner.
You instinctively rubbed up and down slowly pulling at it, hearing him faintly groan and say, "You see what you do to me?" His tongue swiping over his top teeth. Your taste still lingering in his mouth.
You took a deep breath and Higuruma stared down at you amused at the fact that you were somewhat scared to see. You flinched a little and your eyes widened at it literally being all in your face.
Higuruma chuckled at your parted lips and you not being able to draw your eyes away from it. Your face was tilted upwards by Higuruma gripping under your chin and pulling you into another kiss. One hand rested on your thigh and your left one wrapped around his length slowly. You hesitantly squeezed and heard him hum in literally being all in your face.
He must like that. It was warm and stiff in a good way. You could feel some of the veins pressing against your palm as you began to move your hand up and down. His precum leaked on your hand while you rubbed him. Higuruma stopped your hand from moving and laid you back down onto your back. You felt your nerves start to rise as he pulled off the rest of his clothes.
"You good pretty?" Higuruma asked, observing your nervous face.
"Amazing." You smiled and watched his brows raise as you spread your legs. He just grinned back at you and leaned down a little. You inhaled and gave him a little extra nod for reassurance and prepared yourself to grip on the sheets.
His large hand wrapped under your chin, squishing your cheeks together. You whimpered at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your walls and clit to get some sort of lubricant so it can be easier to slide in.
You let out a gasp at the sensation of his wide tip being thrusted into you. "Pay attention to me." Higuruma cooed towards you. You opened your eyes staring directly into his. "A-ahh~" Your face scrunched up and eyes squinted at half his length being thrusted into you.
You pressed your hand on his stomach, while moaning out "shit~ Hiro that's enough" and shutting your eyes closed. "C'mon baby. I know you can take it. Can you do it for me?" He smiled and slid a little more into you. "I- I-" You whined and frowned up at him as you let out little moans with each inch he slid in.
"You're gonna take this shit." He demanded and moved your hand away from his stomach. "Mm-mm what did I say? I said pay attention to me right?" Higuruma's stern voice running through your ears and you felt his grip tighten on your cheeks. His domination making you even more aroused.
You fluttered your eyes open and felt his dick slide out of you, then thrust back in even deeper. "Oh shit! Yes~" You rolled your hips as you let out a moan. Higuruma smirked knowing you were getting used to his size. He groaned as he thrusted and felt your tightness around him while your fluids kept seeping out your hole with every thrust.
"You feel it?" Higuruma asked as he applied pressure on your lower belly with his hand, feeling his length poking there. Higuruma grabbed your hand with his and placed your palm right below your belly button. "I'm right there. See, this is what real dick feels like." You whined at his words and slid your fingers in his deep brown hair.
"Fucckkk baby, you feel so fucking good" Higuruma's deep groan sent thousands of shivers down your spine. You whimpered at his nails digging into your flesh from his tight grip. Higuruma threw his head back and closed his eyes whilst he stroked deeply and slowly in you.
He leaned down towards you, and you heard his breathing getting more heavy. "Faster.." You softly said into his ear, your warm breath tickling his neck. Higuruma slowed down his pace teasing you even more and heard you let out whines.
"Beg for it." Higuruma kissed all over your neck leaving dark marks. "Please Hiro, please~" He smiled at your whines against your neck then chuckled. He leaned back up and sped it up for you just for a few seconds watching as your breast bounced it different kinds of directions.
You let out a tiny whine feeling him going slow again. Higuruma hummed and ran his left hand up your smooth stomach to your breast then back down to your belly. He tugged and pulled on your nipple. Cupping your breast in his hand and feeling it's softness.
He stared at you with lustful eyes at you biting your lip and letting out hum-like-moans from him slapping your breast around. "So damn sexy" Higuruma said out loud seeing you looking at him through your eye lashes. Higuruma leaned back down towards you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Dragging your nails down his back, feeling his breath hitting on your neck.
"Go harder~." You moaned out.
Higuruma asking, "Harder?" against your ear with a smirk on his face.
A "Mmhm" came from you as you nodded yes to his question. Higuruma thrusted more roughly into you hearing your lewd noises getting louder. "Like this? You like that?" He seductively whispered, whilst licking and biting on your ear lobe. His dirty talk driving you insane with his perfectly deep voice being the cherry on top. "I asked you a question" Tingles flowing all licking and biting on your ear lobe.
Finally answering, "y-yes I like it." Your breath tickling him as well as your nails from playing with his loose strands of hair. Higuruma's lips pressed all close to your ear making you flinch. The bass in voice making you quietly moan as he asked, "This is mines now, right?" Whilst his fingers tapped dance down your belly to your folds.
You didn't even think twice. Especially after all of this, it was definitely the end for you and your husband. There was no return. "Yes~" You answered and smiled as he said "Good girl" with a small smirk. "Shit." Lowly cursing under his breath, he slowed down his pace and kept his hand on your belly to calm down his excitement.
You frowned at him pulling out, leaving you empty and without the feeling of being filled. Giggling at the feeling of him just tossing you around to make you be on all fours. Higuruma spoke near your ear, saying, "Let me see," and you nodded, knowing he was referring to your arch. Higuruma leaned back up and watched as you spread your legs a little and deeply arched your back making your pussy all on display for him. Higuruma whistled in 'wow' as you just sat and waited for him.
Higuruma pushed down in the middle of your back to test your arching limits. "Damn." He lowly said to himself. "Stay right there for me, okay baby" You let out a whiny 'mhm' at his instructions and wiggled your butt from feeling impatient.
"Ouuu" You moaned at the stinging sensation left on your ass cheek. "You like that shit don't you" He let out a gruff chuckle as he slapped your ass once again. You nodded, letting out a tiny moan and pressed your ass all up on him, wanting to feel more of Higuruma.
Higuruma slapped over and over again, his slaps being harsher after each one. He felt himself getting more turned on at each moan you let out and the way your ass effortlessly jiggled.
"Hahhhhh~" Your moan ending with a groan from Higuruma unexpectedly sliding all the way inside you.
He gripped and slapped whilst you moved your hips in different directions, "aahh-oh yes.." Muffled moans coming from you as you went harder and felt Higuruma grab your hips.
You slowed down feeling him stopping you and slowly stroke into you. Higuruma paused, grasping under your chin, he turned your head up so you can look into a mirror. You turned flustered seeing the position you were in and Higuruma leaned down towards your ear.
"You see yourself?" He asked, smiling at you through the mirror and pointing with one of his fingers holding under your chin. You nodded slowly and felt goosebumps from his cold rings brushing against your flesh.
Higuruma stared at the both of you for a few seconds and let out a low hum after. Feeling your legs almost give out from him saying, "I want you staring at yourself while I pound the fuck outta you," and gently kissing behind your ear to your neck.
Higuruma mumbling "and I wanna hear everything" against your skin then looking up and winking at you in the mirror. You whimpered noticing he was about to start going harder from the change in thrusts he gave you.
Higuruma was going a steady pace with his whole dick covered in wetness and you could feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You pushed some of your hair away and felt it tickling your back. Suddenly you gasped feeling him go harder every time he thrusted into you. "Oh fuck!" You let out a shout-like-moan as he pounded harder. "More!" Higuruma had a proud grin on his face hearing your loud moans and you begging for more.
He paused in between a few strokes and moved around inside you, making hundreds of butterflies flutter in your stomach. You brought your lip into your mouth and noticed your hands were getting a little shaky.
Your breath hitched at Higuruma picking up his pace again. You reached your arm back and placed it on his lower stomach to try and stop him from thrusting so hard. "Mmm" Higuruma's deep hum being music to your ears. He tightly gripped your wrist and pinned it against your back then started pounding even more aggressively.
"HAH~" You balled your hands into a fist digging your own nails into the palm of your hands and your toes curling. Eyes squeezed shut from him giving ruthless back shots out of nowhere. Hearing Higuruma say "Fuck." under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out.
Higuruma wrapped his hand around making a ponytail in your hair and roughly tugged, pulling your head up to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked away and bit on your lip. "Look at yourself and see how fucking slutty you look, darling" He gripped tighter around your hair and you felt yourself getting wetter at the sound of his deep voice and aggressive tone he had with you.
Obeying his order and seeing yourself in the big mirror. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you letting out moans mixed with the sounds of your pleasure cries, hair frizzy and wild, mouth hanging open, and your ass clapping loudly on his stomach. The sound was filling the whole room.
He gave you hard, dragged out, slow strokes in between his medium pace ones. "Mmm~"You hummed loving the way he'd switch up the flow to make you feel different things. You clenched around him feeling yourself getting closer and closer by the second. "Shit." He cursed and let out a deep moan.
His medium paced, but deep and hard thrust were driving you insane. His tip repeatedly and roughly hitting against your cervix hurt yet felt so good. "Oh. My. God." You head slightly bobbed back and forth as you punctuated every word you moaned with each time he pushed back into you.
You saw him laughing deeply and smiling at you seeing you struggling to take it. "Damn this pussy is so fucking good" Higuruma chuckled with his head cocked to the side as he watched your facial expressions. He's actually crazy.. You felt embarrassed so you looked away from his gaze in the mirror. Higuruma sternly said, "Look at me." making you feel tingles all over your body. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and looked at him through your eyelashes.
Higuruma leaned down towards your ear but still kept eye contact in the mirror. Wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. "Feels good doesn't it beautiful?" Higuruma whispered against your ear with a smirk on his face.
You felt extremely flustered at the intensity of his eye contact and the way he talked. "Answer me." His hand gripped tighter around your neck and he slowed down and stroked softer into you. "Yes." You gave him a slow nod and pouted hearing the sound of wet noises with each thrust.
"Hmm" He let out a deep hum in your ear then leaned back up. Higuruma placed both of his hands on your shoulders and gripped tightly. He sped up his pace and went harder. Relentlessly stroking in you, making you arch even more.
Your face was smooshed into the sheets as you screamed out his name. He felt tingles throughout his body from the way you screamed and he gripped on your ass cheek. You started to shake hard at him hitting each and every right spot every time. Spots you didn't know existed or was possible to hit.
Higuruma hummed with each stroke and ran his hands down your spine. He let out a tiny whimper then cursed under his breath from the feeling of you clenching tightly around him.
"Oh shit! Too much!" Higuruma licked his lips enjoying the sound of your cries.
"I don't care. You're gonna take this shit." He slapped your ass hard, watching it jiggle in the process.
"Higuruma please!.." You begged from the feeling of being too overwhelmed with pleasure. Higuruma rubbed your back saying, "Just a little more for me baby, you can handle it." then smirked at the way you were going insane from his touch.
The way he'd go from talking rough with you, then to sweet left you shocked. His thrusts getting sloppier and faster making your mind go blank sending you into a state of ecstasy. Higuruma's moan sending shivers down your spine and his tight grip creating bruises on your smooth flesh.
You moaning out, "Hah~~ I'm gonna cum!" Higuruma grunted feeling himself about to release.
Higuruma went faster, "Cum all over this dick then" He said with a smile. You gasped then choked on your moans at the feeling of him absolutely destroying your insides. A scream-like-moan came from you whilst you came extremely hard all over him with tears in your eyes. You trembled with your eyes rolling to the back of your head and toes curling.
"Oh, fuck" Higuruma shut his eyes closed and gripped on your waist as he filled up your hole with his semen. You looked in the mirror seeing his head thrown back as his hand rubbed down his face, to his neck, and down to his abs. You whined at a harsh slap on your ass
Beads of sweat dripping down his body as he finished off in you. He slowly pulled out after a few seconds and watched how the thick, white, sticky substance flowed out of your throbbing hole.
You heard him let out a gruff and out of breath laugh after your body plopped down on the soft mattress. You hummed at the feeling of the warm and cozy covers. His left hand soothingly rubbed up and down on your smooth back to try and calm you. Feeling the vibrations of you shaking against the palm of his hand.
"You did so good for me, sweetheart" Higuruma cooed whilst placing wet kisses all down your back.
His ears filled with the sounds of your heavy pants and little whimpers and hums. Asking, "You, ok?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow while he still placed kisses on your back. You sniffed and felt the warm salty tears dripping down your cheeks. "Never been fucked like that before huh?" Higuruma let out a breathy chuckle and wiped your tears with his thumb.
You could barely even talk. With a shaky voice you said, "....cocky bastard" and strong glare made a small smile appear on his face.
Breaking your moment your phone starts to ring, and your husband's name appears across the screen. Immediately you hand the phone to Higuruma. He gives you an are you sure look and you nod.
A wide grin grows on his face as he answered. Your husband was the first to speak. "Tomorrow, I need you to pick up something from the office." He said no greeting or anything. God he was such an asshole.
"She's busy right now." Was all Higuruma said before you husband flipped like a live wire. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WHERE IS MY WIFE?"
"With me. Oh, and I'll be buying your sorry ass company just to put you out of a job." And with that he hangs up the phone and tosses it to the end of your bed. A smirk starts to grow on his face as he climbs over you.
"I need this divorce to go as quick as possible. I don't ever want to see his face again."
Higuruma starts to place kisses on the inside of your neck, "Good thing I’m the CEO of a law firm." His kisses get lower....and lower.
"I know we're not about to go again." You laugh breathlessly.
"Shhhh. You deserve it." Was all he says before he disappeared underneath the sheets and between your thighs. It felt great to finally be seen and cared for.
A routine parent-teacher conference quickly turns into something far more dangerous when you and Armin find yourselves alone in the classroom after hours.
Parings - Teacher Armin x Milf reader
Warnings - mdni! some fluff, consensual pinning, fingering, pinv, armins an eater, softdom!Armin
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered under your breath, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter as you sped through the afternoon traffic. Of course, his father forgot.
Again.
At this point, you didn’t even know why you let yourself be surprised anymore. Sometimes it genuinely felt like he did it on purpose just to make your life harder, just to remind you that no matter how much you tried to keep everything together, he could still throw everything off balance with one careless mistake.
By the time you pulled into the elementary school parking lot, the sun was already beginning to dip lower in the sky. Your heart sank when you spotted your son sitting alone on the bench outside the front office.
Well....not alone.
A blond man sat beside him, posture relaxed, hands folded neatly in his lap. His teacher. Mr. Arlert?
You quickly got out of the car, heels clicking against the pavement as guilt clawed its way into your chest. “Baby!” The moment your son saw you, his face lit up.
“Mommy!” he beamed, jumping off the bench and rushing into your arms. Before you could even apologize, he excitedly shoved a worksheet into your face. “Look how far I got on my times tables!”
You blinked down at the page. Multiplication tables… all the way into the fifties. Your brows lifted in disbelief before melting into pride. “That’s amazing, sweetheart,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m so proud of you.”
His grin widened. “Why don’t you go wait in the car for Mommy? I just want to talk to your teacher for a second.”
“Okay!” he chirped before waving. “Bye, Mr. Arlert!”
The teacher gave him a soft smile. “See you tomorrow, buddy.” Once your son was safely buckled into the backseat, you turned back toward the bench. Mr. Arlert stood as you approached, one hand lifting to the back of his neck in a shy gesture that somehow made your stomach flutter.
“No need for the formalities,” he said, his voice gentle. “Please… call me Armin.”
You leaned against your car, letting out a long-exhausted sigh. “Thank you for staying with him, Armin. His dad was supposed to pick him up today, but apparently being reliable is too much to ask.”
A small crease formed between Armin’s brows, sympathy softening his already kind features. “It really wasn’t any trouble,” he assured. “He’s super funny as well.”
That earned a tired laugh from you. “Yeah, he got his charm from me.”
Armin laughed too quiet, warm, and entirely too pretty. You never noticed how handsome he was until now, that he was directly in front of you. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you,” he admitted.
Your stomach dropped. You straightened. “Wait, what happened? Is he causing trouble?”
His eyes widened. “Oh no, not at all. Quite the opposite.” His lips curved into a smile. “He’s doing incredibly well. Honestly, he’s excelling at a pace that’s kind of… mind-blowing for a second grader.”
Pride warmed your chest. “Yeah,” you said with a small grin, “he’s always been a little smartass.”
That made Armin laugh again, this time fuller. “I can tell where he gets it from.”
The teasing compliment caught you off guard causing you to laugh. Was that a joke? You've never really interacted with him before. Maybe I should start coming around more often.
Then Armin cleared his throat, glancing back toward the school. "I’ve noticed he finishes assignments much faster than the other students,” he explained. “Sometimes so fast that he ends up looking bored for the rest of class. It actually reminds me a lot of how I was when I was his age.”
Something about the way he said it—so thoughtful, so attentive—made guilt twist in your chest. You worked so much that sometimes you worried you missed these things. The little signs. The moments that mattered.
“I was hoping we could set up a parent-teacher conference sometime,” Armin continued. “I really think my gifted program would be a better fit for him.”
You nodded quickly.
“Yes. Absolutely.” Then, more honestly, “I know I’m not as involved as I should be, but I want to be.”
Armin’s expression softened in a way that made your breath catch. “The fact that you’re here now says more than you think,” he said quietly.
And for some reason, hearing that from him made your chest ache.
“So…” he added, pulling a folded paper from his bag, “we’re also having a PTA mixer this Thursday evening. Some of the parents and teachers will be there.”
He hesitated, then smiled.
“You should come. It might be a good way to get more involved.”
A PTA mixer. Normally, that would’ve sounded like your personal hell. But with the way Armin was looking at you hopeful, warm, almost wanting you there you found yourself nodding before your brain caught up. “I’ll be there.”
His smile brightened, soft blue eyes almost sparkling in the fading sunlight. “Good.”
And as you got into your car, catching him still watching you in the rearview mirror, one thought stayed stuck in your head the whole drive home. Maybe joining the PTA wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Thursday evening
The PTA mixer was exactly what you imagined it would be. A room full of polished mothers in expensive perfume, soft curls, and practiced smiles, all gathered in the second-grade classroom with trays of cookies and little paper cups of punch.
You instantly felt out of place. Your heels clicked softly against the tile as you stepped inside, fingers smoothing down the skirt of the sundress you’d spent way too long picking out. It was simple. Pretty. Light enough for the spring heat. But if you were being honest with yourself, you hadn’t chosen it because of the weather.
You chose it because you wondered what Armin would think.
The thought alone made heat creep up your neck. Almost immediately, you felt the eyes. The moms. A few of them glanced your way, their smiles polite but tight, the kind that didn’t quite reach their eyes.
“She’s young,” one of them whispered to the woman beside her.
“Too young to have a second grader,” another murmured.
You pretended not to hear them. Instead, your gaze swept the room until it landed on him. Armin stood near the whiteboard, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, blond hair falling just enough over his forehead to make him look unfairly soft under the fluorescent lights.
He was laughing at something another teacher said, but the moment his eyes found yours, the rest of the room seemed to blur. His expression changed instantly. Brightened. Like he’d been waiting for you.
He excused himself from the small group and made his way over, offering you that sweet, shy smile that had become embarrassingly easy to think about. “You came.” His voice was warm, almost relieved.
You gave him a small smile back. “I said I would.” His eyes flickered over your outfit for just a second before returning to your face, but that second was enough to make your pulse jump.
“You look…” He paused, almost as if carefully choosing the right word. “Really nice.”
A soft laugh escaped you, suddenly nervous in a way that made no sense. “Really nice?”
His cheeks pinked. "I mean—you look beautiful? Sorry, that was inappropriate.” The correction hit harder than it should have.
For a second, all you could do was stare. “No, it's fine, thank you,” you said softly.
Across the room, a few of the PTA moms had definitely noticed. One of them a woman with sleek brown hair and pearls around her neck. She watched the interaction over the rim of her paper cup with a look that could only be described as annoyed.
You leaned closer to Armin. “I think your fan club hates me already.”
Armin glanced over his shoulder, then looked back at you with the faintest amused smile. “They don’t hate you.”
“Mm. That look said otherwise.”
He laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just… I don't know.... protective, I guess?”
“Protective of what?” you teased, raising a brow.
The question clearly flustered him. His lips parted, then closed again. Before he could answer, the PTA president clapped her hands together. “Ladies, if we could all take our seats, please!”
You moved toward one of the tiny desks, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it felt squeezing yourself into second-grade furniture.
Armin stood at the front of the room, speaking about field trips, fundraising goals, and volunteer opportunities, but every so often, you caught his eyes drifting back to you. And every single time, one of the moms would notice too. By the end of the meeting, you’d somehow agreed to help organize the spring fair.
As everyone began gathering their things, Armin approached your desk again. “I’m really glad you joined.”
You smiled up at him. “I told you I wanted to be more involved.”
His gaze softened. “He talks about you all the time, you know.”
Your chest tightened. “Really?”
He nodded. “He says you work really hard. That sometimes you’re tired, but you still help him study when you can.”
Emotion caught in your throat. The guilt you carried every day the missed lunches, the rushed mornings, the nights you came home too exhausted to do more than kiss his forehead suddenly felt a little lighter.
Armin stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re doing better than you think.”
The sincerity in his eyes nearly undid you. “Thank you,” you whispered.
For a moment, the room emptied around you. Just you and him standing too close in the middle of a second-grade classroom. Then—
“Oh, Armin,” one of the moms called sweetly from the doorway, her tone edged with something sharper. “We’re all going to grab coffee after this if you’d like to join.”
The interruption made you step back instinctively. Armin glanced at them, then back at you. “Maybe another time,” he said politely.
The woman’s eyes flicked to you, her smile strained. “Of course.”
The second she walked away, you let out a breath. “Wow. They really don’t like me.”
Armin shook his head with a smile. “They’ll get over it.” But the way his eyes lingered on you after that said something else entirely.
2 weeks later~
The school was eerily quiet after hours.
Gone were the excited voices of children racing through the halls, replaced by the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the distant buzz of the janitor’s vacuum somewhere down the corridor.
You sat cross-legged on the floor of Armin’s classroom, surrounded by construction paper, fundraising sheets, and half-finished poster boards for the spring fair. Every day since the last PTA meeting the two of you spent together. And shamefully your outfits have been getting more and more provocative in hopes he notices.
A marker cap sat between your teeth as you looked over the volunteer list. “Why are there six moms signed up for the bake sale?” you mumbled around the cap.
Across from you, Armin glanced up from where he was taping colorful flyers to a poster. “Because apparently Sharon thinks her vegan cupcakes are the best things on earth.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. “Sharon with the pearls?” You shook your head, smiling as you scribbled names into different slots. Being around Armin had become… easy. Too easy. He’d started texting you little reminders about meetings separate from the parent chat.
You’d started showing up ten minutes early just to catch him alone before the moms arrived. And every single time you walked into his classroom, his face lit up in that same soft way.
You reached for the stack of printed flyers beside you, only to pause.
Your brows furrowed. “Armin?”
He looked over. “Yeah?”
“These are all wrong.”
He set the tape down and moved closer, kneeling beside you. The flyers listed the wrong date for the spring fair. The old date. The one that had been changed three days ago.
His expression immediately tightened. “That’s impossible. You fixed these.”
You flipped through the entire stack. Every single one had the wrong information. A slow realization settled over both of you. “Sharon,” you deadpanned.
Armin let out a disbelieving breath. “I asked her to help make copies since she was already in the office.”
“Your cupcake queen is trying to take me out.”
That made him laugh despite the frustration. “She’s not trying to take you out.”
You raised a brow. “She literally sabotaged my flyers.”
His mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile. “Okay, maybe she’s a little much.”
You stared at him. “A little?”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s been trying to hit on me since the first PTA meeting.”
That made something unexpectedly sharp twist in your chest. “Oh.”
That old bitch.
The word came out smaller than you intended. Armin’s eyes met yours, something unreadable passing through them. “I’m not interested.”
The air shifted. Your fingers stilled over the flyers. “Why not?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
For a second, the room was silent except for the hum of the lights above. Armin held your gaze. Then, quietly—
“Because there’s already someone I look forward to seeing every week.”
Your breath caught. The words settled between you, warm and dangerous and impossible to misunderstand. His blue eyes dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your face. And suddenly the classroom felt too small. Too warm. Too intimate. Before either of you could say anything else, footsteps clicked down the hallway.
A shadow appeared in the doorway. Sharon. Of course.
Her pearl necklace gleamed under the classroom lights as her gaze flicked between the two of you kneeling far too close on the floor. Her expression hardened instantly. “Oh,” she said, voice saccharine sweet. “I didn’t realize I was interrupting.”
You straightened, already annoyed. “We found the wrong flyers.”
Armin stood, his usual softness replaced with something firmer. “The copies you made had the old date.”
Sharon blinked innocently. “Really? That’s strange.” Her fake confusion was almost impressive.
You opened your mouth, but Armin beat you to it. “It set us back over an hour, Sharon.”
His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was enough to make the woman’s smile falter. “I need everyone on this committee to work together respectfully,” he continued. “That includes making Y/n feel welcome.”
The directness of his defense stunned you. Sharon’s eyes widened, clearly not used to being called out. “Of course,” she said stiffly. “I would never do anything to make anyone uncomfortable.” The lie practically dripped off her.
Armin held the doorway open. “Thanks for stopping by. We’re almost done here.”
Translation: leave.
The second she disappeared down the hall, you looked at him. “You did not just teacher-voice her.”
A helpless laugh escaped him, tension finally breaking. “She was out of line.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest warm. “You didn’t have to defend me.”
“Yes,” he said softly, stepping closer again, “I did.”
The words hit harder this time. The room went quiet. His gaze dropped to the skirt you wore beneath your cardigan—the same kind you’d started wearing more often because of how his eyes always lingered.
"Cute lil outfit", he murmured.
Completely inappropriate. The tension between the both of you was inappropriate. The yearning looks the both of you would give each other completely inappropriate. He was you son's teacher after all.
Heat rushed to your face. “You like it?”
His lips curved faintly. “Maybe.”
Then his eyes lifted to yours. Your heart nearly stopped. “Armin…”
His hand brushed yours against the stack of flyers. Barely there. Enough to make your pulse race. “I notice everything about you.......Y/n,” he admitted, voice low.
And this time, when the silence stretched between you, it wasn’t awkward. It was anticipation. The kind that made it feel like one wrong breath could change everything.
"Mr. Arlert?"
The both of you whipped your heads in Sharons direction as she interrupted again. Jesus fuck Sharon. Find something to do. Threatens to come out of your mouth but you decide to keep it cute.
Armin runs his hands down his face. "What."
"We need your help getting to the teacher mailbox room. We need your ID scan."
You sigh, "I-I'll just see you at the fair Armin. I should be heading to go pick up my kid anyway."
"Oh ok, I'll see you then."
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The day of the spring fair was bright and chaotic. Paper banners flapped in the light breeze, and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy filled the air. Kids ran between booths, laughter bouncing across the playground, while parents hustled after them with volunteer clipboards and cash boxes.
You arrived early with your son in tow, holding his little hand as he dragged you toward the science experiment booth he’d been obsessing over all week.
“Mommy! Look! I helped set up the volcano!” he exclaimed, pointing to a small paper-mâché mountain spewing fake lava.
“That’s amazing, baby!” you said, kneeling to give him a quick hug. “You’re such a little scientist.”
Just then, a familiar voice made your heart skip. “Y/N! There you are.”
You looked up to see Armin standing near the raffle table, holding a clipboard, looking every bit the thoughtful, soft-spoken teacher you’d come to adore. His eyes met yours immediately, and that familiar warmth spread across his face.
“Hi, Armin,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“You look… really nice today,” he added softly, voice carrying just enough for you to hear over the fair’s noise.
Heat flushed your cheeks. “Thank you… you look good too. You’ve been busy.”
“I’ve been busy making sure everything’s ready,” he said, gesturing toward the chaos around him. “But… I’ve also been looking forward to seeing you.”
You swallowed. Your son tugged at your sleeve.
“Mommy, you and Mr. Arlert are looking at each other weird again!”
Your stomach lurched. “Shh… honey, come on, let’s get your project set up.”
But it was too late. The other PTA moms had noticed. Sharon, in particular, had zeroed in, her eyes narrowing as she whispered something to the mom beside her.
You felt their scrutiny, but for the first time, it didn’t bother you. Not with Armin standing there, looking at you like you were the only person in the room. As the morning went on, you found yourself stealing glances at each other across the busy fair. He would smile when he caught your eye, and your chest would flutter uncontrollably.
By mid-afternoon, the fair was in full swing. Your son was practically vibrating with excitement, dragging both you and Armin from one ride to the next.
“Mommy! Da-! Wait—oh, wait, no… Mr. Arlert! You’re coming too!” he shouted, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You laughed, adjusting the strap of your dress. “I didn’t sign up to get dizzy, but okay.”
Armin looked slightly nervous as he followed, but the sparkle in his blue eyes made your chest warm. “I think I can handle it,” he said with a shy grin.
The three of you climbed into a spinning teacup ride first. Your son squealed with glee as you and Armin both spun the cup as fast as you could. Armin laughed a bright, unrestrained sound you hadn’t realized you missed hearing so much.
“Faster, faster!” your son shrieked, his little hands gripping the edges.
“You asked for it,” Armin said, giving the cup a huge spin. You clung to the edge, laughing so hard your cheeks ached.
After the ride, you were all dizzy but exhilarated, leaning on the railing and trying to catch your breath. Your son pointed to the next attraction a ring toss game.
“Come on! I bet Mr. Arlert can win me a prize!” he insisted.
Armin knelt beside the table, studying the rings like they were some kind of puzzle. “All right, little man, let’s see what we can do.”
You watched as he tossed ring after ring, the crowd cheering quietly around you. With a perfectly aimed flick, one of the rings landed around the largest peg. “You did it!” your son shouted, jumping into Armin’s arms.
“And now,” Armin said, handing the prize a massive, fluffy bear almost bigger than your son himself over to him, “you’ve got a new friend for the trip home.”
Your son hugged the plushy so tight you almost worried it would squish him.
“Me next, Mr. Arlert I want one too!” At first, you were joking but how fast Armins face changed into a determined bright red tomato was almost comical.
Again, with ease, he tossed the rings with perfect precision, as if he calculated each toss. Without even asking, he picks the giant, cute koala plushy. "How'd you know I wanted that one?"
"Seen you eyeing it while we were at the teacups."
You smile and hug the plushy. Armin's gaze softens as he watches you. He smiled at you, a little shy but full of warmth. “You have excellent taste,” he added softly.
Heat rose to your cheeks. “You’re way too nice,” you murmured, smiling back.
By the time the sun began to dip low, you were all worn out from rides, games, and laughing so hard it hurt. Your son insisted on holding both of your hands as you walked toward your car while both of you swung him in the air.
Armin walked beside you, matching your pace. “I had a lot of fun today,” he said quietly.
“Me too,” you admitted. “It was… perfect.”
He hesitated for a moment, then looked at you with that earnest, soft expression. “So… I’ll see you tomorrow for the parent-teacher conference, right?”
You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
He paused at your car, giving a small wave. “All right… goodnight, you two. And thank you for letting me join the fun.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Arlert!” your son called, bouncing up and down with excitement.
Armin’s eyes flicked back to you one last time before he turned, the faintest blush on his cheeks. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly, almost like it was just for you.
You watched him walk away, feeling your heart tug in a way that made you grin uncontrollably.
Maybe tomorrow would be serious parent-teacher business… but today, with your son and Armin by your side, everything had felt perfect.
And you couldn’t wait to see him again.
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You took a deep breath in front of her mirror, adjusting the tight shirt that hugged the curves of your boobs and smoothing the tiny skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. “Professional, but… memorable,” you murmured.
Your son was at his cousin's house safe and sound so you could prolong your meeting with teacher Armin as long as you needed. By the time you reached the classroom, your heart was already racing, anticipation buzzing through. It was a Sunday afternoon. The halls were clear as the wind echoed outside. You knocked softly on the door.
The door opened to reveal Armin, holding a folder. His eyes immediately flicked up to yours, and you caught the immediate flush coloring his cheeks. He cleared his throat and loosened his tie, trying to regain composure. “Y-yes, Y/n… come in. Uh… thank you for coming.”
You stepped inside, letting your gaze noticeably sweep over him casually, noticing the subtle nervous tension in his posture. He gestured toward a separate part of the classroom.
It was an office sectioned off from the classroom. You look around in awe because you've never been in this room. He nods to the chair across from his desk. “Please… sit.”
Armin opened the folder, flipping through pages, but his attention kept drifting. Every time you shifted slightly, leaned forward, or fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, he visibly tensed.
“So… um,” he began, voice just a touch too high, “I wanted to talk about… the program. The… gifted program. I think it’s… well, it could be a really good opportunity.” His eyes flicked up to yours again, before slowly drifting down to your top lingering far too long before darting back to the papers.
You tilted your head, tone soft, teasing. “Oh? And what makes you think it’s a good opportunity?” You say obviously playing with him. Armin’s thoughts blur every time you shifted. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the usually composed teacher was visibly trying and failing to keep his cool.
Armin swallowed hard, pen tapping nervously against the folder. “I—I think… it’s very structured. Challenging. For someone… capable. Really capable.” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly, exhaling sharply. “I'm sorry I don't know what's up with me.” He sheepishly laughs while pulling at his tie.
Your lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “Am I distracting you Mr. Arlert?” you asked, leaning forward just a fraction, letting the tension thrum between you both.
“Yes!” he stammered, jerking his pen down to scribble something, though he clearly wasn’t paying much attention to the notes. “I mean… no! Focus! I’m trying to focus on the program. But… you’re… it’s… hard to—uh, concentrate.” He scratches the back of his head while smiling.
He looks so damn perfect. Let's see how far this innocent teacher act will hold up.
You laughed softly, letting the teasing linger, crossing your legs slowly. He flinched, eyes tracking you like he was caught in a storm. Every shift and move of your legs, he caught a glimpse of your panties. Armin’s throat bobbed as he tried to steady himself, hands fidgeting with the folder.
As he attempted to continue discussing the benefits of the program, his words grew rushed, stuttering over themselves, eyes flicking up to yours repeatedly.
"Oh, fuck this." He pushes from his chair undoes his tie and rolls his sleeves up. You feel yourself getting wet watching and anticipating what's going to happen next. Soon he's crossing the room to get to you. He pulls you by the hair and forces you on his desk.
Pens and papers fly to the floor as your chest meets the solid wood. "You know how much you drive me fucking crazy Y/n?" You attempt to lift yourself off the desk. "You know exactly what you're doing, too huh?" The shy front he had just seconds ago was completely out the window and that only turned you on even more.
"I-" A strong hand on the back of your head forces you back down.
"Stay down and look forward." You accept your fate as you look ahead and find your reflection looking back at you. He had a mirror facing his desk and that only showed you how helpless and desperate you look under him. He kicks your legs apart as he hikes your skirt up. "Think I didn't notice how slutty your little outfits have gotten? Hm?"
You chose not to answer because his words were shaming. It was hard to admit how desperate you were out loud. "You don't want to say? That's fine, whatever it is I'll get it out of you." His words only make you more aroused as you watch him through the mirror. He pulls your panties up against your cunt and watches as your arousal trickles down your thigh.
He groans lowly at the sight. "Driving me crazy gets you this wet?" he asks as he pulls your panties down a bit and runs his finger through your folds. When you don't answer fast enough to his liking, he brings his hand down to smack your ass. "Ah~!" you yelp. "When a teacher asks you a question, you fucking answer."
You hesitate before you answer. He lands another spank and another when you still won't answer him. "Okay! Yes, teasing you gets me so wet. I like the way you look at me. I love the attention." you answer defeatedly. He pulls his hand away from your dripping cunt and you whine as a result. You hear him drop down to his knees behind you and you immediately get excited.
He blows, and the sensation is cold against your arousal, making you squirm.
“What’s the capital of France?”
"Armin huh? What are you--", you started to ask before you felt his mouth begin to kiss up and down your thigh, causing your head to tilt down in pleasure. He began to slowly guide his fingers up and down your pussy, occasionally stopping at your clit.
"Let me see if that brain is as pretty as this pussy", he murmured against your thigh as his gaze met yours. His eyes were darkened with want and lust as he got closer and closer to your core, "Now answer."
“Paris.” As you answered, you felt Armin's hands gently slide your panties fully down your legs.
“Correct. Next,” he said, voice quieter now, “what’s the process by which plants make their own food using sunlight?” As hard as you tried to answer, your voice quivered and shook when you felt Armin's breath against you and his hands firmly gripping your thighs and hips in place.
"Photo......-synthesis," you said through ragged breaths as Armin's kisses were placed strategically except for where you both knew you wanted. His warm lips left soft traces of his saliva, and his hands were rubbing circles into your hips and thighs. “Very good, easy stuff,” he murmured.
"Who developed the theory of general relativity?”
"Einstein”, as a reward for your correct answer you finally felt Armin's mouth on your clit and his tongue was rubbing circles causing pulses of pleasure to move through your body. Your head rolled back and a shiver racked throughout you at the sensation, and you took a second to catch your breath before answering the next question.
Any time Armin would change any slight motion, speeding up, slowing down, or changing the pattern of his movements, it would almost derail you completely. You turned into putty in his hands. Any time you would try to roll your hips, Armin would simply pin you in place or stop until you behaved.
"Y/N, if you don't behave, I'll stop," Armin chided as he pulled away and licked his lips. A slight whimper left your mouth as Armin only smirked and went back to his position between your legs. As you began to answer his next question you audibly gasped as you felt Armin insert two fingers.
"Shhh, we have to be quiet, my office is right next door to another teacher," he whispered against your fold, which caused you to arch your back in his face, trying to take as much of him in as you could. You felt Armin smirk as his tongue continued to draw lazy circles over your clit, and a familiar tension began to build in your abdomen.
"Square root of 1,296?”
"Thirty-six", you continued as you desperately wanted to finish. Armin's tongue was increasing speed, and his fingers were curling around your G-spot quickly sending you to the edge while plunging every bit of your skin in ice, "Good, you're doing such a good job baby." As he praised you, he began to feel you clench against his fingers. A wicked grin grows on his face.
"You like that?"
Armin's words felt like electricity. With his tongue and his fingers filling your every need, it wasn't long until you could barely whisper, "Armin-- I'm going to cum."
You wiggled and whined as Armin finally allowed your hips to roll. His other hand reached up, slowly and moved under your shirt and began to caress your breast as you felt sparks all over your body. All at once, pleasure came crashing down and you felt euphoria surround you as you finally came.
You felt Armin smirk against you as he moved his mouth lower to savor every last drop. As he finally rose to meet your eyes, he simply licked his fingers while taking the book from your hands, "Such a smart girl."
Armin stood up fully, allowing you to see the bulge that had been growing the whole time in the mirror. Instinctually your eyes widened as you shakily rose from the desk and fell to your knees. Your hands trembled slightly, your orgasm still leaving aftershocks throughout your body as you undid his belt and slowly pulled down his tight khakis, your eyes never leaving his.
He looked at you curiously before your eyes flicked to his underwear as you harshly yanked them down, your impatience getting the best of you.
You gulped as you took the length of him in his hands. It has been a while since you did, but you knew that you needed him, and he needed you. You slowly placed your mouth along the tip as your tongue swirled around. You felt his hand reach and grasp your hair, causing a moan to erupt from your mouth. You brought your lips down as far as they could go, coating his cock in saliva as your hands began to grip and move up and down.
As you pulled away, you met his eyes. They were gentle and cautious, but that wasn't what you needed right now. You spit on his cock and used your hands to move the saliva down and Armin's head fell back in pleasure. You felt his hand tighten around your hair so you knew you were doing something right. You brought your lips back and you began to bob your head up and down, each time taking more and more into your mouth.
You heard Armin's grunts and soft moans as he tried to keep his hips from bucking. With your spare hand, you reached down and began to massage his balls, which earned a gasp and an involuntary hip buck. You fought back a gag as he reached the back of your throat. By now Armin was beginning to pant and shiver. With each pass, you took more and more in until you were holding off your gag reflex, unsuccessfully, as he reached the back of your throat.
With every gag and moan you voiced, Armin's head and eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he messaged your head with his hands and slightly pushed your head further. You quickened your pace, much to Armin's surprise. Your hands twisted up and down his length and your tongue paid special attention to the tip, drawing patterns that drove him wild.
You knew he was getting close by the way he couldn't hold off his hip bucks, and his moans grew more frequent. It was then that you moved away and swallowed any precum that was left along your left, using your thumb to brush up the excess. This drove him wild.
Armin gently guided you off your feet as both of your lips collided. The taste of each other still lingered in each other's mouths. Armin's hand found their way to your shirt and feverishly began to rip it off you. Once he was successful, you quickly unclasped your bra, allowing for Armin's hands to fully caress your breasts. Your kiss was so passionate and fiery that Armin had backed you into a desk and turned you around.
You watch from the mirror as he undoes his tie from around his neck, wondering what he's doing. "Put your hands behind your back." You really couldn't believe what you heard.
You put your hands behind your back and feel the soft material of his tie wrap around them. He pulls your arms to make sure that the knot won't come undone before he lets them go. The anticipation builds as you wait for him to do as he pleases with you.
Suddenly, without warning, you felt Armin begin to pound into you, earning a small shriek of surprise. With one hand on the small of your back, keeping you pinned against the desk, the other was nowhere to be found. That was until you felt a sharp flash of pain against your ass.
One of his hands grips your hip while the other aids him in slipping inside you. You let out a moan each time he enters you. He lands yet another spank to your ass. "You don't make a fucking sound." He thrusts all the way inside you, and you have to bite your lip to keep quiet. His powerful thrusts make the desk move.
The only sounds that can be heard is skin slapping against skin and Armin's low grunts as he fucks into you. He brings a hand down to rub your clit and your back arches in response. Every time his hips meet your ass it stings but the pain only excites you more.
You feel his thrusts getting sloppier, so you know he's close. "Please." you whimper, hoping he'll let you cum.
"What was that?" He tilts his head to the side as he pulls your head back by your hair.
Reluctantly, you reply. "Please, can I cum? Please, please. Mr. Arlert." You say mindlessly. He completely stops thrusting and stills inside you. "No."
You lay your head down as you accept that you have no control anymore. Your plan worked just like you thought it would and now you're paying the consequences. You can't make noise or touch him. You're forced to watch as he gets to ruin your pussy knowing that he's not letting you cum.
You were starting to fill the familiar beginnings of your orgasm once more his fingers rush down to rub feverishly on your clit. "Cum, y/n." Almost like magic as soon as he gives you permission, your orgasm is washing over you.
You've never felt an orgasm so strong. Your legs shake and your cunt gushes as he continues to thrust into you before quickly pulling out and releasing on your ass and lower back. As you come down from your high you hear Armin doing something behind you, but you don't know what.
You feel a cloth wipe his cum off of you before he unties your wrists. You can't bring yourself to move, even when he's cleaning in between your legs. Before you know it, he's pulling you off the desk and into his lap. He's sat in his chair with your legs dangling over the arm rest and your head against his chest.
"You still with me, beautiful?" he asks while gently tilting your chin up. A small "Mhm." is all you can muster up as your eyes flutter closed. He presses a small kiss to your forehead. "Tired now?" You only nod in response.
"Let's just stay like this for a bit, then. Yea?" He sighs while rubbing your thigh with his thumb.
It was Super Bowl Sunday, and your boyfriend, Jean, was hosting a watch party at his apartment. The both of you spent all morning preparing for your guests that were coming later in the day. After making sure all of the decorations were perfect you spent all of your time in the kitchen preparing the food and snacks for the party.
Jean comes in stumbling through the door with last minute groceries you forgot to get and made him go to the store for. "Fuck babe I had to go to 3 different stores to find these. Everything is ransacked. I even had to snatch this whipped cream from an old lady."
You laugh as you decorated your football shaped cookies. He comes behind you and plants a kiss on your cheek. "Mmm, smells so good." He reaches over for a taste of your homemade dip which prompts you to smack his hand away.
"Get out before you piss me off."
He laughs, "Damn at least let me help."
"Do me a favor and rotate the couch on an angle to the right and then put the love sac and bean bags over there."
Jean scratches his head and tries to execute your vision. You know he won't do it right but at least it gives him something to do while you finish up in the kitchen. "Jean, I set a timer on the stove for 20 minutes, once it goes off take the wings and ribs out of the oven for me please. I'm going to go take a shower before everyone gets here."
He gives you a thumbs up and all you can do is hope and pray he doesn't leave the food in there for too long and it ends up burning. It's hard not to overthink with him because he was always so forgetful. But the timer should be loud enough for him to hear.
You took a nice hot shower, the water felt so good that you didn't realize how long you stayed in there. While you're getting dressed you could hear some of your friends in the living room. Quickly you smooth out your skirt, touched up your hair, and sprayed your favorite combination of perfume and leave the room.
"Sashaaaa my baby." You run to her with open arms. She lifts you up and squeezes. "Y/n my love oh how much I've missed you."
"Gay."
Looking behind her a familiar buzz comes into your line of sight. Sasha puts you down and shoots him a glare. "Can you be any more of a hater."
He shrugs while dapping you up. "I saw gay, so I said gay."
You roll your eyes at his remark.
"Hey Y/n where would you like me to put this?" Niccolo comes from around the corner with a platter of mini–Beef Wellington Bites and your mouth watered. "You can just rest it on the kitchen island next to the wings.
"The stupid bowl needs to hurry up and start because I had to smell him cooking that for hours and haven't had a bite yet. I'm so hungry." Sasha slouches her shoulders and pouts.
"Imagine how I feel. Y/n has been cooking all morning, and she wouldn't let me eat." Jean interjects.
Connie gives a judgmental look to both Sasha and Jean while putting his hand on his chin. "Maybe you both should hold off from eating for a while."
Sasha and Jean both scrunch up their faces at him. "What's that supposed to mean huh? You got something to say bald bitch?"
While they bicker a knock on the door grabs your attention. Bertolt, Reiner, Annie, and Armin all pull up at the same time with different plates and platters in their hands. The game starts and the boys start betting amongst themselves and doing their parlays.
At first, you all started watching it together, but once the boys started getting rowdy you and the other girls broke off and started talking about other things. "Shit man did that hurt?" Annie says while groping your boobs and touching your nipples.
"Not really."
Sasha wiggles her eyebrows at you, "So how is Jean boy liking the tit piercing."
"He said he doesn't really like them because he doesn't like piercings and tattoos on women, but I don't give a fuck about what he likes or doesn't like." You shrug.
Annie and Sashas face twist with disgust. "Ew that just gave me the ick." Annie shudders.
You sigh, "Yeah I've been getting that a lot lately but he's so hot and he's nice to me. Did I mention that he's hot?"
Before the other two can rebuttal the doorbell rings over and over again. "Who the fuck?" You stormed to the door and slam it open. Once you realized who it was your gaze softened. "Mikasa?"
"Sorry, I tried to tell him to stop." Eren pushes past you with a covered platter of food. You roll your eyes completely ignoring him and hug Mikasa. "How have you been girl?"
"I've been alright. School has been kicking my ass though."
While Mikasa was talking to the others you get called into the kitchen. "Yo." You knew the sound of that annoying voice and decided to ignore him. "I know you can hear me Y/n."
You roll your eyes, meeting him in the kitchen. "What do you want Jaeger?"
"Where you want me to put this? I know you have OCD and shit."
"I do not. But you can put it to the right of the orange bowl in the corner." You cross your arms with huff.
He chuckles, "I do not my ass." He mumbles but places it exactly where you want it.
It's been months since the both of you have broken up and being within the same friend group wasn't really going to help your case either. So, deciding to not be selfish and break the whole group up, the two of you decided to simply coexist with each other like mature adults.
In the solitude of the kitchen Eren stares at you and his gaze makes you bite on the inside of your cheek. "Can I help you?"
A smirk pulls at his lips, and it was a smirk you knew all too well. He was up to no good. Slowly he walked you backwards until you were pinned against the counter caged in-between his arms. "When did you get this done huh?"
His eyes tip down to signal what he was talking about. It's crazy how he knew something was different right away. But it took Jean 3 days, and he only found out because you were changing in front of him. No, stop comparing them. You cross your arms, "Last week why?"
"Mmm." Was all he said before he pushed himself off of the counter. "No reason." He exits the kitchen and leaves you alone with your thoughts. Even though the both of you broke up some time ago it would be moments like this that make you question things.
What if? No, you shake the thought out of your head. You're happy with your boyfriend now and he has Mikasa. The first quarter flew by in a blur of shouting, wings, and spilled drinks. Every few minutes, your eyes kept betraying you.
Across the room, Eren sat slouched deep into Jean's couch like he owned the place, one arm thrown lazily over the back cushion behind Mikasa. She leaned into him while scrolling on her phone, occasionally glancing up whenever the boys yelled at the TV.
He looked comfortable. Too comfortable. And yet every time you accidentally looked his way, his green eyes were already on you. Like he'd been waiting. Like he knew.
"Babe." Jean's voice snapped you out of it. You turned to see him grinning with barbecue sauce at the corner of his mouth.
"You good?"
"Yeah," you said quickly, forcing a smile. "Just checking on the food."
Jean nodded and turned right back toward Connie, already yelling over some missed touchdown.
Your stomach twisted. It wasn't fair to compare them. Jean was good to you. He was steady, easy, warm in all the ways Eren never was.
But Eren... Eren was the kind of mistake your body remembered before your mind could stop it. By halftime, the apartment was chaos.
People were yelling over the commercials, arguing about performances, and crowding the kitchen for more food. You slipped away to the hallway bathroom for a second of quiet, locking the door behind you.
The silence barely lasted ten seconds. A knock. Then his voice. "Open the door."
You froze, staring at it. "Go away, Eren."
A low laugh came from the other side. "Not gonna happen tuts."
You shouldn't have opened it. You knew that. But your hand moved before your brain could catch up, twisting the lock and pulling the door open just enough for him to slide inside.
The second the door shut behind him, the room shrank. He towered over you, expensive cologne and danger filling every inch of air between you. "What are you doing?" you whispered.
His jaw flexed. "You keep looking at me."
"So?" you shot back, lifting your chin. "You keep looking at me too."
"That's different."
A bitter laugh escaped you. "Because you're Eren and the world revolves around what you want?"
His eyes darkened. For a second neither of you moved. Then he stepped closer. "So, tell me to stop."
Your breath caught.
"Tell me to stop thinking about you. Tell me to stop thinking about the way you looked in that skirt all damn day. Tell me to stop wondering if Jean even notices how your body language changes when you're around a lot of people.
Your heart pounded so hard it hurt. He was too close now, his voice dropping lower. "Tell me to stop thinking about how pretty those piercings look."
"Eren—"
"Because I can't," he said, almost angry. "I can't stop and judging by the way you're looking at me right now, neither can you."
The truth sat hot and ugly in your throat. Outside the bathroom door, laughter erupted from the living room. The bass from the halftime show vibrated faintly through the walls. Inside, it was just the two of you and years of unfinished business. "You have Mikasa," you said quietly.
His expression hardened. "And you have Jean."
The way he said Jean's name made it sound like a challenge. You hated how much it thrilled you. His hand came up slowly, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, barely there, just enough to make your pulse spike.
"This is exactly why we broke up," you whispered.
"No," he murmured, eyes locked on yours. "We broke up because neither one of us knew how to stop hurting each other."
The honesty in it cracked something open. Because he was right. With Jean, everything was easy. With Eren, everything was fire. And fire always came back for what it started with. His forehead almost touched yours. "All you have to do is say the word," he said softly. "That's all it takes. You know that."
Your lips parted, every logical thought slipping away. From the other room, Jean shouted your name. Both of you went still. The moment shattered, hanging by a thread. Eren stepped back first, a slow smirk pulling at his mouth like he already knew this wasn't over.
"Enjoy the game, princess." Then he was gone, leaving you alone in the bathroom, staring at the door and trying to steady your breathing.
The next morning, campus felt cruel. Your head was still full of last night lowered voices, Eren's words still lingering on your mind and you hated that. You had stayed the night with Jean. You were in his arms all night. And somehow it still felt like Eren was the one haunting your skin.
By the time you made it to Professor Levi's Advanced Writing Seminar, coffee in hand and sleep still clinging to your eyes, the lecture hall was already half full. Jean kissed the top of your head before heading to his own class. "Text me after, okay?"
"I will," you promised. The second you turned around, your gaze crashed into a familiar pair of green eyes from three rows up.
Eren.
He was leaned back in his seat, hoodie half-zipped, looking unfairly good for someone who had probably spent the entire night at some afterparty. He gave you the faintest smirk. You ignored him and took your seat.
Professor Levi wasted no time.
For the next hour he paced in front of the class, dryly breaking down narrative structure, symbolism, and the semester's final writing project. By the time he started assigning partners, everyone sat up straighter.
"This project will be worth sixty percent of your final grade," Levi said flatly, adjusting his glasses. "So, if your partner is dead weight, that's your problem."
A few nervous laughs rippled through the room. Then came the list. "Springer and Braus." Connie groaned while Sasha fist pumped. "Arlert and Leonhart." Annie looked thrilled. Armin looked terrified. Then—
"Jaeger and L/n."
Your stomach dropped. Across the room, Eren's brows lifted like he was just as surprised as you were. The second class ended, you were packing your bag when his shadow fell across your desk. "So," he said, twirling his car keys around one finger. "Partner."
You sighed. "Don't make this weird."
His grin widened. "Too late."
Outside the building, Jean was waiting near the steps, hands in his pockets. The second he saw Eren next to you, something in his face tightened. "What's this?"
"Professor Levi assigned us together for the writing project," you explained quickly. "We were gonna start today."
Jean's jaw ticked. "Today?"
"It's a huge grade," you said. "Better to get ahead."
His eyes flicked to Eren, then back to you. "Yeah. Sure."
The words were easy. His expression wasn't. Still, he kissed your cheek before leaving, though the unease lingered in the air long after he walked away.
Eren unlocked his sleek jet black Pininfarina Battista with a chirp. God how you missed his car. Jean's had no ac for the past 3 months and he refuses to get it fixed. Not comparing the two of course. You loved Jean especially at his lowest, it showed his vigor.
You hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat. "Your place?" he asked, pulling out of the campus lot. Absolutely not.
"No," you said a little too fast, then cleared your throat. "Let's do the bakery on Rose Street. Public place. Good coffee. Less... distractions."
A knowing smile tugged at his mouth. "Smart girl."
The ride was quiet at first, the kind of silence thick with things unsaid. Then his phone rang through the speakers. He glanced at the screen and answered taking the phone off of Bluetooth.
"Yeah." His voice shifted instantly sharper, colder. You couldn't make out the other side, only muffled voices and occasional static. Eren cursed under his breath. "No, don't touch anything till I get there. I said wait."
The call ended. He exhaled through his nose and changed lanes.
"What happened?" you asked.
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. "Something went down at the house. One of the pledges started a fight over some rumor about another frat hazing kids. I need to get it sorted before campus police gets involved."
You nodded slowly. Being away from Eren for so long you totally forgot that he was a frat president.
He glanced at you. "You mind if we stop there first? We will just be in my office."
Your pulse skipped. His office. At the frat house. Still... safer than his bedroom. "Fine," you said. "But make it quick I'm getting hungry."
His laugh was low. "Sure, princess. We all know the dangers of Y/n getting hungry."
The frat house was exactly what you remembered. Massive brick exterior. Greek letters mounted above the entrance. Boys moving in and out carrying cases of water, laptops, random folding chairs.
The second Eren parked, people straightened. A few nodded respectfully. "Yo what up, Prez." and "Sup Jeager." Was said causing Eren to nod greeting them back. The authority he carried here was different. Natural. Dangerously attractive.
You followed him upstairs, past a loud common room and down a quieter hallway until he opened the door to his private office. Dark wood desk. Leather couch. Trophy shelves. Expensive whiskey on a side cart. Of course.
You sat in the chair across from his desk while he moved around the room, gathering papers and opening his laptop. A few seconds passed. Then he looked up, visibly annoyed. "Why are you over there?"
You blinked. "What?"
He leaned back in his chair. "Why aren't you in your spot?" A grin spread across your face before you could stop it. "Ohhh," you teased. "You mean Mikasa's spot?"
His expression darkened immediately. "You know damn well it isn't."
You crossed one leg over the other, enjoying this far too much. "Looks like her spot to me."
Eren sucks his teeth while standing up. "I can't work like this." Before you could respond, he rounded the desk.
"Eren—"
Too late. His hands gripped your waist, effortlessly lifting you from the chair. A startled laugh left your lips as he placed you on top of the desk beside his laptop, your legs brushing against his hip.
"There," he said, stepping between your knees and bracing both hands on either side of you. "Much better."
Your breath hitched. He was close enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne, close enough for all the memories to come rushing back. "You're ridiculous," you muttered.
"And you love provoking me."
The office door suddenly swung open. Floch stepped in, then froze. His brows shot up, mouth curling into a wicked grin. "Well damn," he said, hands raised in surrender. "Sorry. If I knew the Mrs. was here, I would've knocked."
A laugh slipped from you before you could stop it. "Relax," you said, hopping off the desk. "We're not together anymore."
That only made Eren laugh under his breath.
Floch's grin sharpened. "Could've fooled me." He tossed a folder onto the desk. "Rumors were true. The same frat that's been causing us trouble has been hazing their pledges again. One of ours heard screaming last night."
Eren's face hardened instantly, all teasing gone. "We need names."
While they talked, the office door remained cracked open. A few shirtless frat boys wandered down the hallway, laughing way too loud. Floch glanced over his shoulder and barked, "Yo! Put on some damn clothes while the first lady is here."
The boys immediately scrambled, throwing shirts over their shoulders while you burst into laughter. Eren shook his head, but the smirk tugging at his mouth gave him away. Even after everything, in this house, around his people...
They still looked at you like you belonged beside him.
And the terrifying part? A small part of you still felt like you did. By the time you and Eren finally left the frat house, the sun had softened into that golden late-afternoon glow that made campus look prettier than it actually was.
The tension from his office had faded into something quieter. Still dangerous. Still warm. Still there. The bakery sat tucked between an old bookstore and a flower shop just off Rose Street, the tiny bell above the door chiming the second Eren pushed it open for you.
And immediately, the smell hit. Warm vanilla. Cinnamon. Fresh bread. Sugar melting into butter. Your chest tightened. This place. You and Eren used to come here constantly when you were together, early mornings before class, rainy afternoons, nights when neither of you wanted to go back home yet.
The memories lived in the walls. Before either of you could even step fully inside, a tiny voice squealed from behind the counter. "My babies!"
Mrs. Alden came bustling around the display case, apron dusted in flour, silver curls bouncing as she hurried toward you both. You barely had time to brace yourself before she wrapped her arms around the two of you at once.
"Oh, look at you," she cooed, squeezing tighter. "Why haven't you visited me in so long?" You and Eren exchanged a quick glance over her shoulder. Neither of you answered.
Mrs. Alden pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks in her wrinkled hands. "Still as beautiful as ever. And you—" she turned to Eren, smacking his arm lightly, "still so handsome."
Eren laughed softly. "Missed you too, Mrs. A."
She sighed dreamily, guiding you both toward your usual booth by the window. Your usual booth. Of course she remembered.
"You two were always my favorite young couple," she said, setting menus down even though she already knew your orders. "The way you looked at each other. Oh, young love like that doesn't come around often."
Your throat tightened. Eren went still beside you.
Mrs. Alden clasped her hands beneath her chin. "I just know one day I'm going to hear wedding bells for you two."
The silence that followed was dangerous. You slowly turned to Eren. He was already looking at you. And in that split second, without saying a word, the decision was made. Neither of you had the heart to ruin this sweet old woman's fantasy. So, you smiled.
Eren's hand slid over yours on top of the table so naturally it almost hurt. "We've just been busy," he said smoothly.
Mrs. Alden beamed. "Busy is good. Busy means building a future."
You forced yourself to smile wider while your heart twisted. For the next two hours, the two of you actually worked. And somehow, pretending to still be together made everything feel... easier.
Your usual pastry order arrived without asking. He still remembered exactly how you took your coffee. You still stole bites off his plate. At one point your knees brushed under the table and neither of you moved away. It felt dangerously normal.
By the time laptops were closed and notes were saved, the bakery had nearly emptied. Mrs. Alden hugged you both again before you left, whispering, "Don't stay away so long next time."
Neither of you corrected her. The drive to your apartment was quieter than before. Not awkward. Just thoughtful.
The city lights blurred softly outside the window while Eren drove with one hand, the other lazily resting near the gear shift. When he pulled up outside your building, neither of you moved to get out.
You turned toward him. "Today was..." you trailed off.
He glanced over, green eyes softer than usual. "I had a good time with you."
The honesty in his voice caught you off guard. A smile tugged at your lips. "Me too." Then the Bluetooth speaker chimed.
Incoming Call: Dad
Eren sighed and hit answer. "Hey."
His father's deep voice filled the car. "Eren. Just reminding you about the gala next week during spring break."
Your ears perked up. Ah yes. The annual Jaeger family gala. Rich people in designer gowns and tuxedos. "Yeah, I know," Eren said.
"And make sure you bring your girlfriend," his dad added. "Your mother misses her."
Something ugly and unexpected twisted in your chest. Girlfriend. Mikasa. Of course. You stared out the passenger window catching an attitude, suddenly hyperaware of the way your chest tightened at the thought of Eren bringing Mikasa into those polished family spaces that once used to be yours.
The beach house. The private dinners. His mother's too-long hugs. Places you used to belong. Then his father kept talking.
"Oh, and after the gala, you and Y/n should stay at the beach house. We're doing a little family day."
Your head snapped toward Eren so fast it almost hurt. He didn't even flinch. "Yeah," he said calmly. "I'll let her know."
The call ended a moment later. Silence swallowed the car whole. You turned slowly in your seat, staring at him. Waiting. Eren kept both hands on the wheel for a second longer before finally exhaling. Then he looked at you. "So," he said carefully, almost like he was testing the waters.
A pause.
"I never told my family that we broke up." The words hit harder than they should have.
Your brows furrowed. "What?"
His jaw flexed, gaze dropping briefly to the dashboard before coming back to you. "They still think we're together."
Your heart pounded. The bakery, Mrs. Alden, the frat boys, his family. Everywhere you went with him, people still placed you beside him like nothing had changed. And somehow the worst part wasn't that they were wrong. It was how right it still felt. So, you agreed.
.
.
Spring break came faster than expected.
The night before, you were curled against Jean in his bed, your head resting on his chest while your mind raced. You'd spent the last hour trying to figure out how you were going to tell your boyfriend that you had to disappear for the entire week.
How exactly were you supposed to explain Oh, I'm fake dating my ex at his family's gala and staying at their beach house?
Luckily, Jean beat you to it.
"Babe," he said, running his fingers lazily up and down your arm, "My dad wants me to go out of town with him for some business stuff over spring break."
You lifted your head. "Oh?"
He groaned dramatically. "Yeah. It's gonna be boring as hell, so I'm not gonna force you to come. You should stay here and actually have fun."
A sigh of relief nearly escaped before you caught it. Instead, you smiled. "That actually works out. I was probably gonna hang out with some friends back home anyway."
Jean kissed your forehead, completely unsuspecting. Perfect. After he dropped you off at home, you practically flew upstairs and started throwing clothes into your suitcase. The moment your zipper closed, your phone was already in your hand.
Sasha 💋
She answered on the second ring. "Well?" she demanded. "Tell me everything."
So, you did. The gala. The beach house. Eren's family still thinking you were together. By the time you finished, Sasha was practically screaming. "OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD."
You laughed, flopping onto your bed. "This is not good."
"It's amazing," she corrected. "Why have one when you can have both?"
"Well Sash....I don't feel like eating everybody dick tonight."
"I'm just saying," she cackled getting your TikTok reference. "Jean gives sweet boyfriend. Eren gives rich toxic ex. That's range." The two of you laughed until your stomach hurt before finally hanging up. Still smiling, you grabbed your towel and headed for the shower.
The hot water calmed your nerves a little, but by the time you changed into your night clothes, the anxiety had already crept back in. Then came the low rumble of an engine outside your house.
You froze.
A second later, your phone buzzed.
Eren: Bring your stuff and come downstairs. I'm outside.
Your pulse jumped. Tomorrow morning was supposed to be the plan. Still, you grabbed your suitcase and headed down. Sure enough, Eren was leaning against his black car, hands tucked in his pockets like he had all the time in the world.
He took your suitcase from you before you could protest, loading it into the trunk, then opened the passenger door. You stared at him. "I thought we were leaving tomorrow."
"We are," he said simply once you got in. "But we need to be on the road by four if we wanna make it in time." He pulled away from the curb.
"If I have to drive from my house to yours first, I'm just going backwards. Easier if you stay with me tonight."
Out loud, you nodded. "That makes sense."
In your head? Absolutely not. By the time his mansion came into view, your nerves were in overdrive. The second you stepped through the front door, paws came skidding across the marble floor. "Sherman!"
Your dog launched himself at you, nearly knocking you backwards. A laugh burst out of you as you dropped to your knees, arms wrapping around him while his tail went insane. At the same time, his cat powder circled your ankles, purring and rubbing against your leg.
Your heart melted instantly. Eren reached down, trying to pull the dog away. "Come on," he muttered. "She don't love you no more." The Toy Story quote made you burst out laughing.
You stole the dog right back from him, hugging him tighter. "Oh, my sweet boy," you cooed. "You've gotten so big. I missed you so much."
Eren scoffed. "If you missed him, you would've come to see him."
You sighed. "It would be weird to come to my ex's house just to visit his dog."
"He's not just my dog," Eren shot back. "At one point we literally shared guardianship."
That made your chest ache. Because he was right.
You adopted him together as a tiny puppy from the shelter, arguing over names and promising to be his parents. The memory came flooding back on how you two choose his name after watching Mr. Peabody & Sherman. You wanted to name him Peabody, but Eren liked the name Sherman better. So, after you lost three rounds of rock paper scissors, the name Sherman was declared.
You finally set the dog down, and Eren pointed at you. "Attack."
You laughed. "My sweet boy would never hurt his mommy."
He scuffed. "Yeah, his mommy abandoned him."
Rolling your eyes, you looked around the mansion. A house you knew far too well. The staircase. The chandelier. The framed pictures lining the walls. So many memories lived here. "Come on, let's go" Eren said suddenly.
You looked at him sideways. "Go where?"
He gave you a look. "To my room. Where else?"
You took ten dramatic steps backward. "Yeah, you're hilarious. We are not sleeping in the same room."
He rolled his eyes and started up the stairs. "It's only weird if you make it weird."
"That's literally not how that works!" Still, you followed him upstairs and stopped at his doorway, arms crossed.
He sighed, softer this time. "I'll sleep on the floor if that makes you more comfortable."
You blinked. "Eren, you have a thousand other rooms in this house. I can sleep in one of them."
He looked at you for a second too long. Then, quieter—
"No. I want you close to me."
The words hit somewhere dangerously deep. Before you could respond, he disappeared into the bathroom to shower. And just like that, the fight drained out of you. There was no one here to argue with except yourself.
So eventually, you climbed into his bed and started flipping through Netflix until you found something to watch. A few minutes later, he came out in gray sweats, towel drying his hair.
Your stomach flipped. So naturally, you covered it with humor. "Hey," you said, deadpan, "put on a shirt while the first lady is here."
He laughed, instantly getting the Floch reference, and started laying blankets on the floor. "Well," he said, glancing up at you, "The president does as he pleases. Especially when it comes to pleasing his first lady."
That sent you straight into silence. You turned the TV up to hide it. A while passed. Then from the floor, his voice cut through the room. "What the hell are we watching?"
You smiled into the dark. "If you don't like it, what do you wanna watch?"
He went quiet, thinking. "Put on that show we used to always watch. Uh... Bittys? No, that's not it. The Baddest?"
You crawled to the edge of the bed, peering down at him with a grin. "Are you talking about Baddies?"
His eyes met yours and he nodded. Your jaw dropped. "Holy shit. You still watch that?"
"No," he admitted. "Last time I watched it was the last time we watched it together."
That softened something in you. A mischievous smile tugged at your lips. "You didn't watch it with Mikasa?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. She doesn't seem like the type. Plus..." he hesitated. "That was kind of our thing."
The room went quiet. Then his voice came again. "Do you watch it with Jean?"
You shook your head. "No. He doesn't seem interested either." A pause. "And I guess you're right. I've always seen it as our thing too."
The look you shared after that lingered too long. So, you broke it first, moving back into your spot and opening Zeus on his TV. The subscription was still active. Of course it was. Even crazier? The episode was still exactly where the two of you had left off.
By the time Bambi and Chrisean started screaming at each other, somehow Eren had ended up in the bed beside you. The Sherman curled up by your feet. Powder stretched herself perfectly between the two of you like a tiny furry referee.
"Bambi loud as hell," Eren muttered. "Chrisean needs to take her down a notch." Then the fight broke out. His entire body lit up. "HELL YEAH," he yelled. "Get her!"
Powder woke up and sleepily climbed into your lap, making you laugh. Soon you were both yelling at the TV, talking over each other like no time had passed at all. One episode turned into two. Two turned into five. By the time the clock hit eleven, after saying just one more episode for what felt like the thousandth time, the two of you finally gave in.
The room went quiet. The TV dimmed. And for the first time in a long time, falling asleep next to Eren felt far too natural.
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At exactly 4:00 a.m., the sound of Eren's alarm shattered the quiet. For a second, you forgot where you were. Then the weight of the blankets, Sherman curled at your feet, and the warmth lingering on the other side of the bed brought it all rushing back.
You groaned and dragged yourself out of bed while Eren somehow looked annoyingly awake already, dressed in a black hoodie and sweats like he hadn't just survived a binge-watch marathon.
The drive to the airport was quiet, both of you too sleepy to say much. But the second the car rolled past security and onto the air grounds, your exhaustion vanished. A sleek jet sat waiting under the dim runway lights. You stopped walking. Of course. You almost laughed to yourself.
For a split second, you had forgotten just how rich Eren Jaeger really was. He noticed your expression immediately. "What?" he asked, smirking.
You shook your head. "Nothing. Just forgot your family's definition of normal is completely insane."
His laugh was low as he guided you up the steps. "What? Been with that loser for so long you forgot the queen status you had over here?" His comment made you roll your eyes and ignore him.
The inside of the jet was even more ridiculous cream leather seats, polished wood tables, blankets folded neatly on each seat. You curled up by the window while Eren sat across from you, already on his laptop answering emails before the plane even took off.
Frat president. Rich heir. Chronic workaholic. Typical.
The flight itself passed in a sleepy blur. When you finally landed and stepped out into the warm salty air, the sight in front of you stole your breath. The beach house. No...mansion.
Huge white pillars, floor-to-ceiling windows, multiple balconies overlooking the ocean, palm trees swaying in the breeze. Your mouth literally fell open. "Jesus Christ. I forgot how big it is."
His mind immediately going to the gutter. Eren only grinned, grabbing your suitcase like this was nothing.
Inside was somehow even more beautiful. Open-concept marble kitchen. Massive staircase. Glass walls showing endless ocean. Before you could even take it all in, voices came from the living room. "Y/N!"
Zeke's girlfriend Mia rushed over first, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Oh my god, I missed you." Zeke followed right after, squeezing you just as warmly. "It's been too long."
Your heart softened immediately. It felt weirdly nice how treated you like someone returning home. While you were still talking, Eren gently tugged your wrist. "Come here."
He pulled you a few steps away, then reached into his wallet and pressed a heavy black metal card into your palm. You stared at it. "Eren."
He shrugged. "Zeke and I have to take care of some business stuff before the gala."
You blinked. "Why are you giving me this?"
"So you can spend however much you want."
You tried handing it back immediately. "Absolutely not."
He closed your fingers over it. "Yes."
"Eren—"
His grin turned wicked. "You know it turns me on when you spend my money."
You stared at him in disbelief before facepalming. "You are actually such a weirdo." His laugh followed you all the way upstairs. At first, you really did plan on not using the card. That lasted maybe twenty minutes.
Because once Mia dragged you into town, every boutique window was more stunning than the last. Designer dresses. Shoes. Jewelry sparkling under warm lights. After the luxury of the private jet and this giant beach house, doubt started creeping in.
You frowned at your reflection in one boutique mirror. "I don't even know if my dress is good enough anymore."
Mia gasped dramatically. "Oh no, absolutely not. We are fixing that." And fix it she did. By the end of the afternoon, the two of you found a dress. Silk, fitted perfectly to your body, hugging every curve in a way that made you stare at yourself twice.
A dress guaranteed to send Eren straight into cardiac arrest. By the time you got back to the mansion, your body finally gave in to the exhaustion. The travel. The jet lag. The shopping. You took a hot shower, changed into something soft, and crashed face-first into the bed.
The nap knocked you out completely. When you finally woke up, the room was dark, moonlight spilling across the floor. For a second you panicked, thinking you'd slept through something important.
But downstairs, the sound of voices and laughter reassured you. When you made your way into the kitchen, you found Eren, Zeke, and Mia standing around the island debating dinner.
"We could order something," Zeke offered.
Eren looked up the second you walked in. "Or," he said, a slow smile spreading, "Y/N could cook."
You stopped dead. "Absolutely not."
Mia laughed. "Please? We miss your cooking."
You sighed dramatically. Against your better judgment, you caved. Soon the kitchen filled with warmth again pans sizzling, the smell of garlic and butter, soft music playing on the house speaker.
Mia helped with chopping while you handled the stove, naturally slipping into a rhythm you hadn't realized you missed. By the time dinner was plated, everyone sat around the long dining table laughing and talking like one big family. It felt... easy. Too easy.
Later, while everyone drifted into the living room, you stayed behind at the sink washing dishes. The ocean waves were faint through the open balcony doors. Then warmth appeared behind you.
Eren.
His chest nearly brushed your back as he stepped close. "God," he murmured, voice low, "how I've missed your cooking."
Your hands paused in the soapy water. His hand settled lightly on your hip. Just enough pressure to make your pulse jump. Then he tapped your side softly. "I'll finish up here."
You shook your head quickly. "No, I got it."
"Stubborn."
"Control freak."
He laughed under his breath, grabbing a towel anyway. So, the two of you ended up, side by side at the sink, washing and drying dishes while bickering over absolutely nothing.
It was stupidly domestic. Dangerously familiar. And by the time you both joined Zeke and Mia in the living room, a movie was already halfway through.
The four of you piled onto the oversized sectional. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, the exhaustion caught up to everyone. Mia fell asleep on Zeke's shoulder.
Your head slowly tipped onto Eren's. And without a word, he adjusted so you fit more comfortably against him. The sound of waves outside mixed with the TV's low volume. The room dimmed. And before long, all four of you had drifted off together in the soft glow of the beach house night.
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Morning sunlight spilled through the giant windows of the beach house, the sound of waves crashing softly outside.
You blinked awake slowly, stretching beneath the silky sheets before hearing laughter coming from downstairs. How did I get in the bedroom? You sigh realizing Eren most likely carried you up.
Female laughter. Male voices. And the unmistakable smell of breakfast.
You smiled to yourself before getting out of bed, throwing on one of Eren's oversized shirts that hung nearly to your thighs. By the time you made it downstairs, Mia was already there, hair messy and wrapped in one of his hoodies.
Both of you froze at the same time. Standing in the kitchen were Eren and Zeke. Cooking. Aprons tied around their waists. "Wow," Mia said dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "This is cute and all, but why aren't you guys shirtless?"
Zeke turned around with the spatula in hand. "Good morning to you too."
She pouted and hopped onto one of the barstools by the island. "I just feel like this breakfast experience could be elevated."
You laughed and sat beside her while Eren glanced over his shoulder. His eyes slowly dragged over your body in his shirt. "Morning," he said, voice deeper than usual.
Your face warmed. "Morning."
The kitchen quickly filled with playful banter. Zeke kept pretending to be some world-famous chef, flipping pancakes too high in the air while Mia kept rating his performance.
"Presentation? Seven out of ten." Zeke gasped. "A seven?"
"You lost points for the lack of abs."
You perk up, "Whoever strips first gets a ten out of ten."
Eren is the first to start revealing the hem of his waistband and Zeke slaps his hand while scuffing and holding his chest, "We are not objects we are people."
Mia snorted, "Boringggg. See babe Eren was ready to go."
You laugh, "That's because he's easy like Sunday morning. And he listens to whatever daddy wants daddy gets."
Erens face was priceless only if you had your phone to take a picture. "That's why I spit in your food."
"I'd still eat it." You shrug.
"That's my girl." Mia holds up her hand for a high-five, and you gave her one.
Eren laughed while cutting fruit. "They are demons together."
"And yet," Zeke said, walking over to kiss the top of Mia's head, "We love them."
Eventually the boys placed plates in front of both of you. Heart-shaped pancakes. Your smile instantly softened. "Oh my God," you said. "These are adorable."
Eren leaned against the counter with a smug grin. "Only the best."
You got up to grab the syrup from the counter behind you, and the second you moved, Zeke stole your seat beside Mia. You laughed. "Really?"
Before you could move somewhere else, Eren crossed the kitchen in two long strides. Without a word, he grabbed your waist, lifted you effortlessly, and sat you right on top of the kitchen island. A surprised laugh left your lips. "Eren!"
He stepped between your legs like it was the most natural thing in the world, grabbing a strawberry from the fruit bowl. "Since somebody stole your seat," he said, bringing it to your lips, "I'll just keep you right here."
Your heart skipped as you took the fruit from him. He watched your face too closely. Too knowingly. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.
You hesitated, looking down at your hands. "I'm just nervous."
His brows pulled together. "About what?"
"Seeing your family again. It's been so long."
His fingers tilted your chin up until you had no choice but to look at him. "Don't worry about that," he said quietly. "They love you." The kitchen suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. Your breath caught as his eyes dropped to your lips.
For a second it really looked like he was about to kiss you. The tension stretched. Then, before he could move, you quickly shoved a piece of heart-shaped pancake into his mouth. He blinked. Then laughed, nearly choking. "You're evil."
You grinned. "Saved by breakfast."
The rest of the day flew by, and before you knew it, it was time for the gala. You stood in the bedroom mirror fastening your jewelry while Eren changed in the walk-in closet. "Are you dressed?" he called out.
"Yes."
He stepped out, already in his black suit pants and crisp white button-up, tie hanging loose around his neck. "I don't know why we had to do this separately," he said with a smirk. "Nothing I haven't seen before."
You rolled your eyes. "Your ego is exhausting."
He walked over and silently held out his tie. You looked at it, then at him. "Still don't know how to do this?"
Instead of answering, his hands slid around your waist and pulled you closer. The movement told you everything. He absolutely knew how. He just wanted you close. Your fingers worked the tie carefully while his hands stayed planted on your hips.
"You look so fucking sexy," he murmured.
Your breath caught. When you finished, you looked up. His eyes were locked on your lips. Then he slowly licked his own.
A sharp knock interrupted everything. Zeke's voice came through the door. "Are y'all done or are y'all fucking in there?"
Eren sucked his teeth in annoyance, making you laugh.
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📍At the Gala
The gala was breathtaking. A red carpet stretched all the way up the grand entrance, camera flashes going off as luxury cars pulled in. The moment you stepped inside Eren's grandmother rushed over, pulling you into a tight hug.
"There's my beautiful girl," she said. "I missed you so much."
The champagne flowed quickly after that. Soon everyone was laughing, dancing, and far tipsier than planned. While dancing together, Eren looked at you with a soft smile. "Man... what happened to us?"
Your smile faded just a little. "Eren, we can't have that conversation. You already know. Plus... we have other relations."
Before he could answer, Grisha tapped his shoulder. "Mind if I steal her?"
Eren smirked. "Go ahead."
Dancing with Grisha was easy and comforting. He asked how you'd been, joked about Eren being hard-headed, and made you laugh until your cheeks hurt.
Across the room, Carla joined Eren. "Are you two back together?"
Eren nearly choked on his drink. "What? How did you know we weren't together?!"
"Mama knows best. But I can clearly see that you aren't far off from falling in love again."
He sighs, "I never fell out of love with her mom. Do you think she still loves me?"
She gave him that knowing mother smile. "Eyes don't lie, baby. Fix whatever you did."
He sighed. "Why do you automatically assume I did something?"
"Because I know my son." She patted his chest. Secretly peeping his ears turning a faint shade of red. "Now hurry up, get married, and give me grandbabies before I turn forty."
He groaned. "Bye, mom."
Later, Eren's cousin approached with a charming grin. "Damn, Y/N. Every time I see you, you get more beautiful."
You immediately noticed Eren's jaw clench. So, you smiled sweetly. "Thank you." The cousin asked you to dance, and just to be petty, you said yes. You enjoyed playing this game with Eren, it brings you joy to see how mad he gets.
From the sidelines, Eren watched with a drink in hand, irritation written all over his face. You were loving every second.
Zeke playfully bumps Erens shoulder. "Damn bro you gonna let cuzzo out do you like that?"
Eren ignores Zeke and rolls his eyes. Zeke notices his irritation and steals his drink, downing it for him. "These events are always so boring. Let's leave and hit the pool before our semen giver and your semen taker get home."
"You are disgusting and deranged for describing them like that." Eren laughs.
Eren ended up pulling you away from his cousin and the both of you lapped the gala for 2 more hours greeting and talking to everyone. After speaking to every soul within the facility Zeke executed his escape plan and the four of you left.
Back at the house, everyone changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool. Chicken matches broke out instantly. Eren dunked himself in the water allowing you to get on his neck. His hands gripped tightly on your thighs.
Zeke and Mia followed suit and the matches began. Every single round, you and Eren won. "Unfair!" Zeke yelled.
"Skill issue," Eren said.
Eventually Zeke and Mia disappeared into the cave section of the pool and started making out shamelessly.
So, you and Eren slipped into the hot tub. The bubbles hummed around you both, the night sky glowing overhead. "It feels like a dream," you whispered.
Eren looked at you, tipsy and softer than usual.
"What happens when we go back to reality?" Your chest tightened.
He leaned closer. "This is our reality." His eyes were low as he looked at your lips there was no hiding it. You both couldn't take it anymore. Inch by inch you got closer. And then finally his lips met yours.
This time there was no hesitation. He pulled you into his lap, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as the kiss deepened. Gladly you opened your mouth to let him in, to let him take control.
His wandering hands first playing with the tie of your bathing suit then creeping lower and lower until his hands cupped your ass. He let out a small sigh like he's been waiting to do this. He pulls you impossibly closer by your butt while deepening the kiss. Turning it into a full make out sesh. You pull his head back by his hair which made him groan into your mouth.
Then—
"What is it with young couples always sucking each other's faces off?"
You both froze.
Grisha.
Carla laughed beside him. "Leave them alone. They're young and in love."
Your face burned while Eren groaned into your shoulder from the interruption. Later that night, after showers and finally calming down, you both were cuddled up on the bed and choose to watch a random movie.
Neither of you realized it was a romance. And when the couple on screen started getting heated... The tension between you both came rushing back all over again.
The movie played softly in the dark living room, the glow from the television flickering across the walls of the beach house.
Rain from the earlier night still tapped lightly against the huge windows, making the whole room feel smaller somehow... more intimate. Both of you freshly showered, the smell of chlorine gone and replaced with his clean cologne and the faint scent of your body wash.
Neither of you had been paying attention to the movie for the last ten minutes. Not after the couple on screen started kissing. Not after the room suddenly got too quiet. Not after Eren's arm around your shoulders slowly tightened.
You swallowed and kept your eyes on the screen, even though your mind had drifted somewhere else entirely. "This movie is terrible," you muttered.
Eren huffed out a laugh beside you. "Yeah?"
"Way too cliché. The couple trapped alone in a mansion by the water?" he asked, voice low and teasing. You turned to look at him, already knowing that smug look was on his face.
His eyes were on you. Not the screen.
You rolled your eyes, but your pulse sped up. "That's not what I meant."
"No?" he murmured.
The tension from the hot tub hadn't disappeared. If anything, it had followed you inside and settled between you both on the bed like a living thing.
Your leg brushed his. Then stayed there. On the screen, the actors' kisses deepened, the soundtrack swelling. Eren's gaze dropped to your lips.
The air shifted. "Eren..." you whispered.
His hand moved slowly, curling a damp strand of hair, fingers lingering against your cheek. "What?" he asked softly.
The way he said it made your stomach flip. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like he knew exactly what this was becoming. You looked at him for a long moment, the sounds of the movie fading into the background. "We can't," you admitted.
His thumb traced the curve of your cheek. "Why?"
"Because when this trip ends..." Your voice came out quieter than you meant. "We go back to real life."
Something in his expression changed. Less teasing. More honest. His forehead rested lightly against yours. "Then don't think about the end right now."
Your heart pounded.
"Eren—"
"I mean it." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Every time we're like this, it feels like we're us again. Like none of the other stuff exists."
The room went still. His lips hovered just a breath away. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. You should have pulled away. You knew that. But instead, you tilted your chin up the slightest bit.
And that was all it took. His lips met yours, soft at first, almost like he was testing whether this was real. The kiss deepened slowly, naturally, the kind of kiss built from years of history and unfinished feelings. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you were half in his lap.
Your heart raced so hard it almost hurt. The movie kept playing, long forgotten.
Everything outside disappeared. It was just his lips, his warmth, the way his hand tightened at your waist like he'd been waiting to hold you like this again. You could feel the butterflies blooming in your stomach.
You push him back, so he rests up against the headboard. Mouths still intertwined with each other. Once he situated himself comfortably, you slowly moved to straddle your legs over him. You caught the way his breath hitched in his throat when you sat down on him and grinded lightly over his already prominent bulge.
Eren laughed at the devilish smirk on your face. "Tease." murmured, leaning closer to your lips.
"Learned from the best," you murmured back against his lips. The gravitational pull that the both of you had was undeniable. You were each other's first after all. He had been the first to kiss you, first to hold you and touch you in ways others can't. You were his first everything he couldn't just let you go.
Eren's eyes were trained on yours as he waited for your next move, and when your hips shifted on their own, he pulled you even closer to him and captured your lips into his own. The shift from Eren's boner on your pelvic bone, caused you to whine at the feeling. He felt so good under you.
His smell fuck, how you missed it. Missed him. When he bites and sucks your lips which only coax's your arousal. You tried to ease your growing desire for him by grinding up against his fully erect cock, but the more the two of you made out, the harder it was to ease that need.
Your hands found its place in his hair once he moved to lick and kiss at the sensitive spot on your neck, but it still wasn't enough.
You were greedy and needed more. "Eren," you gasped when he playfully nibbled on your collarbone.
"Yes?" he muffled against your skin.
"You know, fucker," you muttered in frustration, making him laugh.
Eren pulled away from your neck and leaned back against the headboard as he paused to stare at you. A beat of silence passed, and then he spoke. "Take your shirt off, lemme see those pretty titties." he directed.
His words were so nasty and vulgar and just like that he was the same cocky bastard you unfortunately loved so much. Although you playfully rolled your eyes at the command, easy like Sunday morning you threw your shirt off without hesitation. His reaction couldn't have been cuter. You watched in amusement as Eren's brows tilted up in surprise upon seeing your breasts in full display. Your piercings shinning bright in his eyes he looked like a kid in a candy store.
"Oh, I've been waiting for this." he says breathlessly, licking his lips and never taking his gaze off of your tits. "I've stayed up for nights thinking about how they would look on you."
You tilt your head, "Well? Do you like them?"
"They're beautiful. You're so beautiful." If you didn't know any better, you would think Eren is...whining?? Oh, Jean could definitely eat shit after this.
He started slow as he leaned in towards your chest. His mouth latched onto one nipple while his free hand kneaded your other breast. Playing with the ball of your piercing in his mouth. You shuddered at the sensation of his tongue against the cold metal on your nipple, and with every little gasp Eren pulled from you, he felt himself getting harder than he thought possible. You could feel his growing impatience as he grinded his hips up against with yours.
When he was done playing with your breasts, he popped off you and pulled you in for a rougher kiss this time. You whined against his lips, and he pulled away to shake his head no. Before you could get mad at him for teasing, you felt his hand slipping down your shorts.
Still intent on teasing you, Eren never even made it past your underwear. His index and middle finger pressed firmly against your clothed clit, and you groaned upon contact, thrusting your hips forward to feel his fingers more. You were about to protest but he speaks first.
"Do it yourself first," he whispered, rubbing at the wet spot on top of your underwear.
"Erennn, please I -"
"Come on, baby please," he finished, kissing up your neck. "For me?"
His words were like liquid gold in your ears. You found yourself mindlessly nodding. And once you did, Eren wasted no time slipping his fingers past your underwear and into your dripping core. You hissed at the sensation and cried his name out.
"Come on, beautiful," Eren muttered against your lips while he fingered you. "Make yourself cum for me."
The praise and urge from him made you bounce up and down on his fingers with more urgency than you intended. The more you bounced, the more praise Eren offered you, all the while sucking on your sweet flesh, destined to leave marks in the morning. His thumb never wavered from rubbing your clit, and it wasn't long before you felt yourself cumming all over his fingers.
You dropped your head down on his shoulder as you came down from the high of your orgasm, and Eren waited patiently for you to catch your breath. When you finally did, he offered you a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth then gently pulled his fingers out of you. "So good for me princess." He praises.
The slick of your arousal was coated all over his fingers, and you admittedly had never seen yourself get so wet for Jean.
You would've been embarrassed upon seeing it so up close and personal if Eren hadn't immediately put his fingers inside of his mouth. While you watched with wonder, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and his head fell back. A satisfied hum released from his lips, "Man I missed this. Missed you. Missed how good you fucking taste."
A smile finds its way on your face because you felt the same way. Not forgetting about him, you rubbed your palm over his erection while the two of you gave each other needy kisses. Eren pulled away and leaned back against the headboard, leaving both hands to rest on your sides while you ground down on him. He hissed out a 'fuck' when your thumb brushed over what you were sure was the tip of his cock, and you giggled at the damp spot you felt.
You couldn't help but lick your lips upon seeing his cock freed from its confines. The tip of it oozed with precum. You were sure the feeling of him pulsing inside of you would almost be enough to send you over the edge.
Noticing the hungry way in which you watched him, he slowly stroked himself, just to tease you even more. You grinned at the motion then leaned forward to kiss him. Before you could pull away to remove the rest of your clothes, Eren gripped your chin and pulled you back in for another kiss.
"No, let me do it for you," he murmured against your lips.
You shivered when his hands made contact with your waist again, and this time, Eren didn't bother going easy or slow with you. He made quick work of removing your bottoms and your underwear, throwing it into the dark abyss in the room.
You gazed into his eyes and let your hands rest around his neck while his hands found your lower back. His thumbs rubbed quiet circles and when you leaned forward to press your head against his, he grabbed the base of his cock and positioned it against your aching core before sheathing himself inside of you fully.
Jean wasn't nearly as big as Eren, so the feeling of him inside you stung at first. But Eren remained patient with you, letting you adjust as you needed to. But having relaxed enough from Eren fingering you earlier, that didn't take long. As if waiting for you to make the first move, Eren pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth and whispered your name.
This moment between you is so intimate, so overwhelming. It's like the both of you were drunk with love. Your lips found his again as you began to bounce up and down onto his cock, and you moaned with every movement. The position had your clit pressed up against his pelvic bone, and every time you ground down, you could feel your orgasm growing.
Every little whine and moan from you made Eren groan your name back, and it was only when you grew tired that he began to take charge of the situation. When your head dropped down onto his shoulder, Eren began to lift you up and down onto his cock. He thrusted up with every drop, and you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as the coil in your stomach began to snap.
"Fuck," Eren panted out when you tightened around him.
Desperate to get you closer to your release so he could find his own, Eren started to piston up into you with a faster speed, this time rubbing circles over your clit with his free hand. To avoid screaming out his name, you muffled it into his shoulder. You chanted nothing but his name while you spasmed over his cock, and when you felt him twitching and heard him groan lowly, you squeezed around him once more to help milk his orgasm out to the fullest.
"Shiiiit," Eren whined. "Don't do that - fuck," he laughed, making you laugh too.
Although both of you were fairly out of breath by now, you were still able to laugh at the situation. It felt like a pressure valve had been released between both of you, and amazing didn't even begin to define what that felt like. When your breathing evened out, Eren only pressed his forehead against yours.
With one hand, he reached out to stroke your cheek with his thumb then gave you a smile. When you finally pulled back, breathless, his forehead rested against yours once more. Neither of you spoke for a second. Then Eren gave you that small, dangerous smile. "So..." he murmured. "Still think the movie's cliché?"
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "Shut up."
"Come let's get you cleaned up." He cleans up your limp body. You could barely move, it's been a while since you've been fucked out this good. Once he makes it back to the bed he lays beside you.
The look on your face makes him grin and he pulled you closer against him, the two of you settling back into the bed, but this time everything felt different. The line had officially been crossed. And both of you knew there was no pretending otherwise tomorrow.
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The next morning came slowly.
Golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the room in soft streaks of gold. The sound of waves crashing against the shore below drifted through the cracked balcony doors, mixing with the quiet hum of the house waking up.
You stirred first, blinking against the sunlight.
Eren was still half asleep beside you, his arm draped lazily around your waist, hair messy from sleep. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then your eyes met.
And instantly, the memories from last night rushed back. A slow smile spread across both your faces. "Morning beautiful," he said, voice rough with sleep.
"Morning."
Eventually, the smell of breakfast pulled you both downstairs. The second you entered the kitchen, Carla turned around from the stove with the brightest smile. "Good morning, my babies!" she said warmly. "Did you two have a good night?"
You and Eren looked at each other. The silence lasted half a second too long. Then both of you smiled and answered together. "Yes."
Carla's grin widened mischievously. "Great," she said sweetly, flipping a pancake. "Because it definitely sounded like it."
Your face instantly heated. Eren coughed into his fist. Before either of you could recover, Grisha walked into the kitchen, wrapped an arm around Carla's waist, and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning," he said casually before glancing at the two of you. "Yeah, we had to deal with noises from both sides of the house."
That immediately made Zeke and his girlfriend burst into laughter from where they were already sitting at the island. Grisha continued with a sigh of fake exhaustion. "Next time, your mother and I are staying somewhere else if we actually want sleep."
The entire kitchen erupted into laughter. You covered your face, mortified, while Eren leaned against the counter laughing harder than he should have been.
After breakfast, Grisha clapped his hands together.
"Alright kids," he announced. "Put on your swimsuits. We're taking the yacht out and bringing the jet skis."
Instant excitement filled the room. As everyone rushed off to change, you couldn't help but laugh to yourself. No shade to Jean......but Eren could probably buy Jean's entire life.
The thought alone made you shake your head with a smile. Soon the massive yacht was cutting smoothly through sparkling blue water. The sun was high, the ocean endless around you, and everything felt like something out of a movie.
Eren stood at the wheel, effortlessly steering the yacht shirtless in dark swim trunks, sunglasses and a captain's hat.
You laid stretched out on one of the sun loungers beside Zeke's girlfriend, both of you watching your men. Zeke was by the built-in grill near the back of the yacht, flipping burgers like he was an uncle at a cookout.
You let out a slow breath. "Damn," you said, eyes still on Eren. "He looks so hot driving a boat."
Mia glanced toward her man and gave a low hum. "I'm not even gonna lie," she said. "I wanna jump his bones right now."
You laughed and playfully shoved her shoulder. "We have to behave, remember?" you whispered dramatically. "The guardians that gave life to our men are literally on this boat."
That made both of you laugh harder. A few minutes later, Zeke walked over to Eren. "The food needs like twenty-five more minutes," he said. "Dad's gonna watch it for me." He nodded toward the two of you stretched out in the sun. "What do you think about taking those hot girls over there for a ride?"
Eren looked over at you. Then immediately slowed the yacht to a stop. "I like that idea, brother."
The two of them walked over, both holding their hands out. Eren leaned over you with that dangerous smile. "Easy, beautiful," he said softly. "Wouldn't want you to melt."
Zeke smirked at his girlfriend. "How you ladies feel about going for a ride?" She sat up slowly, eyes sparkling. "What kind of ride?" The smirk on her face made you snort.
Zeke helped her up and gave her a playful smack on the butt, leading her toward one of the jet skis.
"Boy, if your mom sees that—" you laughed.
"She heard worse last night," Zeke called back.
That sent everyone into another round of laughter. Soon you were climbing onto the second jet ski behind Eren. The moment your arms wrapped around his waist, your heart fluttered. He glanced back over his shoulder. "Hold on tight."
Before you could even answer, he took off. The jet ski flew over the water, sending cool ocean spray against your skin as laughter tore from your chest.
Beside you, Zeke and Mia raced past, shouting competitive nonsense at each other.
"This is amazing!" you yelled.
Eren laughed, slowing just enough to glance back at you. "You trust me?"
You tightened your arms around him. "Always."
Something in his expression softened at that. Then, of course, he sped up even faster just to hear you scream and laugh again. The four of you spent the next hour racing, splashing each other, and circling around the yacht until your stomach hurt from laughing.
For the first time in a long time...Everything felt easy. Like old times. Like maybe some things between you and Eren weren't as broken as they once felt.
After what felt like forever racing across the water, Grisha finally waved his arms from the yacht. "Alright, alright!" he shouted. "Before y'all flip those things over, bring them back!"
Everyone laughed as the jet skis curved back toward the boat. By the time you climbed back aboard, your legs were shaky from the adrenaline, and your hair was damp with ocean spray. Carla was already laying out plates while Grisha pointed toward a gorgeous stretch of water ahead.
The yacht slowly moved again before finally anchoring near a secluded cove. The place looked unreal. Crystal blue water so clear you could see the rocks beneath the surface, towering cliffs wrapped in greenery, and a tiny hidden beach tucked into the side of the cove.
"Oh my God," you breathed. "This is beautiful."
Eren stepped up beside you, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. "It's one of our family's favorite spots. One of our islands."
You looked over at him. "You used to come here a lot?"
He nodded, leaning his forearms against the railing. "All the time when we were younger."
Lunch came and went with everyone laughing, eating grilled food, and teasing each other.
Eventually Zeke and Mia disappeared to the front of the yacht with drinks in hand, and Grisha and Carla settled into one of the lounge areas.
That left you standing by the back rail, looking down at the water. A hand slid into yours. You turned and there he was. His fingers laced through yours naturally, like they'd never forgotten how.
"Come with me." Before you could ask where, he was already leading you toward the swim deck at the back of the yacht.
"Eren—"
"Trust me."
That smile. That dangerous, familiar smile. He kicked off into the water first with a splash before looking up at you. "You coming?"
You laughed and jumped in after him. The water was cool, refreshing, and impossibly clear. When you surfaced, Eren was already waiting, pushing wet hair out of his face. "Swim with me."
He guided you away from the yacht, farther into the hidden cove where the cliffs shielded you from the others. The farther you went, the quieter everything became. Soon it was just the sound of water rippling around you and your breaths.
He stopped near a rocky edge where the sunlight filtered through the water like glass. "This is insane," you whispered.
He watched you instead of the scenery. "Yeah," he said softly. "It is."
You looked over and immediately felt the shift. The teasing energy from earlier had disappeared. Now it was just him. Close enough for your knees to brush beneath the water. His eyes moved over your face like he was memorizing it. "I missed this," he admitted.
Your heartbeat slowed and sped up all at once. "The water?"
A soft laugh left him. "No." His voice dropped. "This. You."
The honesty in his tone made your stomach flip. For a moment neither of you spoke. The cove suddenly felt too private. Too intimate. Then his hand moved beneath the water, finding your waist and pulling you just a little closer.
"Eren..."
"You know what the crazy part is?" he said quietly. "Even after everything... every other person... every reason we should've moved on..."
He looked down at your lips. "It still feels like it was always supposed to be you."
The words hit somewhere deep. Your fingers found his shoulders, steadying yourself in more ways than one. His forehead touched yours. The water rocked gently around you both. "What are we doing?" you whispered.
His thumb brushed your waist beneath the surface. "What feels right."
Your breath caught at the familiar phrase. Then his lips met yours. This kiss was different from the hot tub. Slower. Softer. The kind of kiss that felt like history, longing, and years of unfinished feelings all wrapped into one.
Your arms slid around his neck as he deepened it, his hand firm on your waist while the ocean carried you both closer against the rocks. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. The world felt suspended. Like the yacht, the family, the future—none of it existed beyond this cove.
Just you. Just him. Just this moment. Eren rested his forehead against yours and smiled. "See?" he murmured.
Your lips curved. "See what?"
He brushed another kiss against your mouth. "Still us."
The words sent a warmth through your chest stronger than the sun above. And for the first time, you let yourself believe maybe he was right.
By the time you and Eren swam back toward the yacht, your lips were swollen from kissing and your cheeks hurt from smiling. The hidden cove felt like a dream you weren't ready to wake up from. Eren climbed up onto the swim deck first, then turned and offered his hand to help you up.
The second your fingers touched his, that warmth rushed through you all over again. Neither of you let go right away. Which, apparently, was your first mistake.
Because the moment you both stepped back onto the yacht, every single pair of eyes turned toward you.
Carla's eyes sparkled as she looked at you.
"So..." she said slowly. "Anything you'd like to share with the class?"
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then looked at Eren. He looked just as cornered. Grisha chuckled from behind his drink. "Don't bother lying. The body language already told on you."
That sent everyone into laughter. You hid your face behind your hands while Eren stepped closer beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. It was subtle. Protective. And Carla noticed immediately. Her smile softened. "Oh, my babies," she said, almost emotional. "Do you know how happy this makes me?"
"Mom," Eren groaned.
"No, seriously," she continued. "Watching you two together again feels right. You will always be family to us," she said warmly. "No matter what."
Your throat tightened. "Thank you."
Eren glanced at you then, something softer settling into his features. The moment didn't last long before Zeke clapped his hands loudly. "Okay, enough of the emotional family reunion," he said. "Who wants to jump off the top deck?"
Immediately the mood shifted back into chaos. Mia was already yelling yes before he even finished the sentence. Soon everyone was climbing to the upper level of the yacht, daring each other to jump first.
You laughed as Zeke cannonballed dramatically into the water, Mia screaming right after him. Grisha followed like it was a competitive sport. Even Carla jumped in, laughing harder than everyone else.
You stayed back near the railing, watching them. Then suddenly Eren stepped behind you. His chest brushed your back. His voice was low enough that only you could hear. "They're never gonna let this go now."
A laugh escaped you. "Nope."
He leaned a little closer. "Good."
Your breath caught. Before you could turn, his fingers slipped into yours again. The gesture was small. Private. But it said everything. This time, instead of pulling away, you squeezed his hand back.
And when Carla looked up from the water below and caught the sight of your joined hands—She literally cheered. "I'M GETTING GRANDKIDS!"
"Mom enough!" Eren shouted, horrified.
You doubled over laughing while Eren covered his face in embarrassment with a faint red tinting his ears. But even through the chaos, he was laughing too. And somehow, surrounded by all this noise and family and sunlight. It felt right.
Like maybe this trip wasn't just about nostalgia. Maybe it was giving both of you a second chance.
By the time the yacht returned to shore, the sun had already started sinking low into the horizon. The sky was painted in orange, pink, and soft purple streaks, the kind of sunset that made the ocean look like liquid gold.
Everyone was exhausted in the best way. Saltwater still clung to your skin, your hair was wild from the wind, and laughter from the day still buzzed in your chest.
The second everyone stepped back into the beach house, Carla clapped her hands together. "Quick showers, everybody," she announced. "Bonfire on the beach in thirty."
Zeke groaned dramatically. "Can't we just order pizza and knock out?"
"No," Carla said instantly. "Family bonfire tradition."
Grisha patted his shoulder. "Your mother's been waiting all day to tell embarrassing stories."
Eren froze halfway up the stairs. "Absolutely not."
Carla's smile widened. "Oh, absolutely yes."
Soon the beach behind the mansion glowed with firelight. A huge bonfire crackled in the sand, lounge chairs and oversized blankets spread in a circle around it. The ocean breeze carried the smell of salt and smoke, while soft music played from a speaker somewhere near the house.
Drinks were already flowing. Zeke was on his third beer, Mia curled against his side laughing at everything. Grisha had a whiskey glass in hand, looking way too amused. Carla, of course, looked the happiest out of everyone.
Because she finally had her audience. You sat wrapped in a blanket with Eren beside you, your legs tangling under the fabric.
Carla took one sip of her wine and immediately started. "Did I ever tell you about the time Eren was seven and tried to impress a girl that was way older than him by jumping off the school jungle gym?"
You turned to Eren so fast. His face already said please no.
"No," you said through a laugh. "Tell me everything."
Eren groaned and leaned back in his chair.
Carla ignored him. "He climbed all the way to the top," she said dramatically, already laughing, "and yelled, 'Watch this!' before jumping."
Zeke was already cracking up. Grisha wiped tears from his eyes. "What happened?" you asked.
Carla pointed at Eren. "He landed wrong and cried the whole way home."
Eren dragged a hand down his face. "I was seven."
Zeke nearly choked on his drink. "That explains so much."
"Oh, it gets worse for you too," Carla said.
"Mom," Eren warned and Zekes smile faded.
She took another sip. "There was also the phase where both of them would wear their underwear over their pants because they thought they were super heroes.
Your eyes widened. "No way."
Mia gasped dramatically. "Please tell me there are pictures."
Carla grinned like a villain. "Baby, there are albums."
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt while Eren stared into the fire like he wanted it to swallow him whole.
But even he was smiling now. The kind of smile that made him look softer. The kind of smile you missed. As the night stretched on, the stories shifted from embarrassing to nostalgic. Memories from when you and Eren used to come here together. At one point Carla mentioned how the two of you used to sneak out onto the beach at night to stargaze.
You and Eren shared a look. That old memory hit both of you at once. Without saying anything, Eren slowly stood. "Come with me."
Your heartbeat skipped. You set your drink down and followed him away from the bonfire, away from the laughter and teasing voices, until the sound of the waves became louder than everything else.
The sand was cool beneath your feet as you walked farther down the beach. The moon reflected off the water in silver streaks. For a while, neither of you spoke. Then Eren finally exhaled. "This feels familiar."
You looked up at him. "It does."
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, staring out at the ocean. "I've been thinking all day."
That made your stomach tighten. "About?"
He turned toward you slowly. "About us."
There it was. The conversation that had been chasing both of you this entire trip. The air suddenly felt heavier. The fire behind you now just a distant glow. Eren stepped closer. "I know we keep saying we're living in the moment," he said quietly. "But if I'm being honest..."
His eyes locked onto yours. "I don't want this to just be a moment."
Your breath caught. He looked almost nervous. And that alone shook you, because Eren was never nervous. "I miss you," he admitted. "Not just this trip. Not just the fun parts. I miss you. Your laugh. Your attitude. The way you challenge me. The way this feels when we're together."
Every word landed directly in your chest. He stepped even closer. "So, I need to ask you something." Your pulse thundered.
His voice softened. "Can we really try again?"
The ocean roared behind him. Your thoughts raced. Because this was no longer just tension or chemistry. This was real. This was him asking for another chance. A future. Something bigger than what you had before.
He waited. No teasing. No smirk. Just honest hope in his eyes. The same eyes that had looked at you all day like maybe there was still something worth saving. And maybe there was.
You took a slow breath, looking up at him beneath the moonlight. The moonlight danced across the ocean, silver streaks glittering in the waves. The air smelled faintly of salt and smoke from the distant bonfire, warm from the sand. You stepped closer to Eren, your hands brushing against his chest. The way he looked at you—soft, vulnerable, completely honest—made your heart ache in a way it hadn't in years.
"I..." you started, your voice catching. "I've been thinking too. About us. About everything."
Eren's hands slid gently to your waist, pulling you closer. His forehead rested against yours, eyes locked on yours, the world around you disappearing into the waves and stars. "You don't have to say anything yet," he murmured. "I just needed to tell you how I feel."
You smiled, a slow, real smile that reached your eyes. "Eren..."
And then, the words that had been sitting in your chest all day, all year, spilled out:
"Yes. I want to try again. With you. Always."
His lips curved into the brightest, happiest smile you'd ever seen. Without warning, he captured your mouth in a soft, hungry kiss, arms tightening around you as if he'd never let go. Your hands found his neck, tangling in his damp hair from the ocean, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. The ocean lapped at your feet, the moonlight catching on your hair, your lips, your hands. Everything felt suspended, perfect, like the universe had folded in just to make this moment for you two.
When you finally pulled back to breathe, you rested your foreheads together, laughing softly against each other. "I was... so nervous," Eren admitted, voice low, almost shy. "I didn't know if you felt the same."
You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I did. I just... I needed to hear you say it."
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Then I guess we're really doing this. No more pretending. No more moments stolen from reality. Just us."
"Just us," you echoed, smiling.
For a long moment, you both stayed there, holding each other as the waves crashed gently against the sand. The fireworks of the bonfire faded behind you. The yacht lights twinkled in the distance. But in that space between the stars, the waves, and the moonlight—it was only the two of you.
Eren grinned suddenly, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. "You know... we should probably go back before Mom realizes we disappeared."
You laughed softly, letting him guide you hand-in-hand back toward the beach. But even as you walked, your hands stayed intertwined, and every brush of his fingers against yours sent sparks shooting up your arms.
The world felt brand new. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.
The morning after, the sunlight felt cruel. Spring break was over. Vacation was done. And reality—college, responsibilities, Jean, Mikasa—was waiting.
You and Eren packed the last of your things into the car in silence, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Eren finally broke it. "You know... I feel like we should just rip the band-aid off and tell everyone. I don't really give a fuck. I got what's mine."
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "Nope. Not happening. But... there's no easy way to tell them either."
He smirked, silent, eyes on the road. "I like the challenge."
The drive back to Eren's house was quiet, punctuated by the occasional ocean breeze from the car windows. Then both of your phones buzzed at the same time.
Eren glanced at his phone: Mikasa: we need to talk.
You looked at yours: Jean: we need to talk.
You showed him your screen, laughing despite yourself. "I think we might be caught."
Eren laughed too, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think these bitches tryna set us up."
You shrugged. "Welp, at least we don't have to tell them if they already figured it out."
He smirked, turning the car into the driveway. "Nah. I want to be together when we get cussed out. I'm telling the group chat to come to a get-together at my place. Let them tell us there."
You nodded, biting back a grin. "Sounds like a plan."
Night fell like velvet over Eren's house.
One by one, the group showed up: Armin, Annie, Bertolt, Reiner, Sasha, Niccolo, Connie, Jean, and Mikasa. Drinks were poured, games were played, laughter floated through the rooms as if nothing had changed.
Until someone had... clearly had enough.
Tipsy and dramatic, Jean stood on the table, voice loud and slurred.
"I can't take it anymore! Mikasa and I... were together all break. I lied to Y/N and she lied to Eren. We're... we're sorry! We never meant to hurt you both!"
Mikasa's eyes went wide, horrified. "I didn't want you to find out like this!"
Everyone looked at you and Eren, expecting either an explosion or tears. But you both just started laughing. Eren caught your eye across the room. No words needed. A plan formed instantly. You stood slowly, placing a hand on your chest. "Jean... how could you do this to me?"
Eren jumped up, voice shaking with faux outrage. "Mikasa... are you serious?"
Sasha watched from the couch, utterly amused, already realizing she was witnessing master manipulators at work.
You let the fake tears fall. "I... I can't believe you, Mikasa. I thought... I thought you were my friend."
Eren's hand slid to your back, rubbing slowly, mock comforting. His gaze moved from you to Jean and Mikasa. "I think everyone should leave and give us some space. This... is a lot to take in."
Mikasa started arguing, voice trembling. "He shouldn't have told her like that!"
One by one, the group shuffled out, muttering, embarrassed, and slightly impressed. You and Eren closed the door behind them. As soon as the click of the lock sounded, laughter bubbled out of both of you uncontrollably.
Eren shook his head, eyes twinkling. "It's scary... how you can just cry on command like that."
You gasped, placing a hand on your chest, mock offended. "Me? Please. You could've won a Grammy with that acting."
He laughed, sweeping you backwards against the wall, hands steady on either side of you. "Let's do this right this time. Yeah?"
You nodded, biting your lip nervously, heart hammering. And then he kissed you. Slow at first, soft, teasing, then deepening as if to erase every second of the weeks, you'd been apart.
Eren scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the stairs. "Come on," he murmured against your lips.
And in that moment, it was only the two of you. The rest of the world didn't exist.
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Morning sunlight spilled across the hardwood floor in soft gold ribbons. Your vision was blurry as you stirred awake. You tried to pull yourself up, but a bare strong arm was holding you down. His leg was thrown over you, and you were basically trapped in a cage of limbs.
Gojo wasn't really a hard sleeper, so you shifted slightly, and his leg fell off of you. Trying not to wake him, you slowly pushed his arm off, and he whined at the loss of contact. Somewhere between asleep and awake, he rolled over and grabbed you, pulling you in tight against him.
One of his hands snaked up your shirt, squeezing your boob, catching your nipple between two of his long fingers, the other on your neck.
His hand then ran down from your chest to your hip, pulling you closer until you felt his hard cock press up against your ass. He pressed his lips into your shoulder giving you a small peck and sighing.
His breathing slowed, he held you close as he was drifting back into his slumber. Ok what if I wanted to get up?
You tried to be annoyed but you just couldn't. Not when he was pressed against you like this. You should be ashamed of how turned on you were, and he didn't even have to do much.
You were practically shaking with how much it turned you on to feel his demanding hands on you.
His hand slowly roamed over your body as he slept, rubbing your stomach, your chest, your hips, your thighs, gently grazing over your wet aching pussy. There's no way this fucker is sleeping. He was breathing steady and you could feel his breath on your neck. Is he awake?
He lazily drew his heavy callused hands over you; you were breathing heavily trying to quiet yourself by biting your lip. His cock pressed into your ass, legs tangled with yours. You needed to feel the heat of his skin so gently you rose enough to pull your tank top up over your breasts, feeling his chest and abs against your back.
At this point you desperate for any sort of pleasure but you didn't dare try to wake the man because of how bitchy he gets some mornings. You cautiously snaked your hand down into your underwear and began rubbing circles over your clit. You stifled a moan, your hips bucking at the immediate relief of stimulation.
His body replied instantaneously, rolling his cock into your ass. He quietly groaned in your ear, responding to your neediness you push back on him cautiously, testing the waters. His hand found your hip hard and pulled you back into him with a deep sigh.
Yeah, no way he's asleep. If he wants to pretend let's see how long, he lasts.
You repeated this a few times, each time with a response his body was openly responding to your movement. At one point, his heavy cock fell out of the slit in his pants, and found itself wedged between your thighs, sliding against your soaked panties. He groaned louder and sucked on your shoulder, his fingers tightened on your hip.
He drew a long, slow thrust against your thighs, quietly moaning in your ear and lazily sucking on your skin on the back of your neck. You were so overwhelmed with need, your fingers brushed the head of his cock through your panties, the stimulation of him fucking your thighs and dragging his cock against your clit was so welcomed you almost cried out in relief as he drew back and slowly thrusted into you again.
You carefully pulled your panties to the side, hooking his hard dick into the gusset, pressing his hot, leaking tip against your drooling wet folds. He whined at the contact, kissing and biting slightly on your neck you stifled a deep groan rattling up from your chest, his grip on your wrist tightening as he continued slowly pumping his cock into your panties, trapped between your wet pussy and your slick thighs.
He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and panting into your neck. you squirmed and rolled your hips back with him, desperate for more. you were using your fingers to splay open your lips, trying to get more contact on your clit from the head of his cock. He muttered out a low "fuck" as he pumped his cock against you, startling you a little.
Soon he was thrusting faster, the wet squelch of your drooling pussy making you wetter to hear. it felt so good, you were getting close to cumming. But you ached, clenching around nothing. your pussy was begging to be fucked, it was torture feeling his body thrust not into you, but on you. You tried angling your hips, hoping to catch his cock inside you.
You squirmed under him for a minute, before you managed to work the tip of his cock inside you. His breath hitched in his throat, and he stopped.
He let go of your hip and wrapped his arm around your stomach, pulling you down on his cock. the long stretch of his cock sliding into your tight pussy was utter relief. You needed to be filled, and fuck he was doing just that.
Stuffing you all the way down to the hilt of his cock, your ass squished around his pelvis. He let out a long, low, guttural groan as he slid his cock deep into your pussy. His hand snaked up from around your stomach to hold your throat, squeezing, feeling you swallow and choke on your own moans as you adjusted to his length inside you. His forearm and elbow firmly pinned you to him, your back pressed into his tight chest panting against you.
"You ready?" he slurred out sleepily, rocking his hips into you to ask if he could move.
You nod against his hand feverishly, practically crying out begging to be fucked.
He lazily, slowly pumps his cock into you, moaning into your ear as he tries to force his tired body to move more.
Crazy part is, he was actually sleeping until he felt your shoulder move as you pleasured yourself in his arms. And after that everything went out the window in his head. Sure, he was still sleepy after coming home late at night from his month-long mission, but he's awake now.
He knew what he was doing, slowly thrusting his long dick in and out of you, your wet pussy making a mess on the front of his pajamas as you clenched around him, sucking him back in.
"Shitt baby, I'm so sore right now." he whispered between pants, trying his best to keep pleasing you. His legs were aching, his stamina so low he had just started but he was already faltering.
"Do you-want to k-keep going?" you ask, gasping and moaning.
He nods into your shoulder, biting you. "Fuck yes, but I'm struggling. my legs- are so sore" he chokes out, chasing that tight wet pussy as best he can. You reach around to push his hips back, pulling his cock out of you. You guide him onto his back, pulling the rest of your clothes off. he follows, stripping of his ruined pants.
You straddle him, sitting on his wet cock, slowly grinding into him. leaning into his ear, you whisper "then let me do it, let me take care of you." Leaving hot, sloppy kisses down the side of his neck, he hums against you.
Reaching down, you angle yourself on him and sink back down. You pull his legs up to rest your back along his thighs, propping yourself up on your feet. He watches you with low sleepy eyes, a dark lust washing over his face.
Steadying your hands against his chest, you begin riding him, starting with slow rolls of your hips, grinding down on him. He throws his head back, groaning into the open room. His grip tightens on your hips as you speed up, bouncing up and down along the length of his cock. crashing down into him, he rocks deep inside you his cock hitting your cervix.
Watching your tits bounce around as you ride him, your flushed, sweaty face contorting in pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling out of your mouth as you pleasure yourself with him, he can't stop himself from meeting you, thrusting up in time with you.
Pulling your hips down onto him, he fucks you harder than you can yourself, pushing you closer. Coiling tighter and tighter. You clenched and squelched around him as he watched your face, his jaw hanging slack as he pants, weak moans spilling from his lips.
You were squeezing him, milking him for his cum as you got closer. "Pretty girl, you needed me didn't you?" he gasped out, smiling slightly as he called attention to your fervor. Suddenly shying away from his face as he bounced you on his cock, you nod, looking down at your pussy swollen and stretching around him leaving a wet creamy ring at the base of his cock.
Your elbows give out, slumping against his chest and burying your face in his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you holding you close to him, pressing your chests together. Your hard nipples rub against his chest, sending even more pleasure down through your body.
Tilting his mouth down towards your ear he says lowly "you can always wake me up if you need me, princess. I'll always fuck you. I'll be here, pretty girl."
His words sent a chill down your spine. "Fuck, I love you so much." You say teary eyed and whiny.
Without missing a beat he grips your waist tighter. "I love you more beautiful."
You clenched around him hard, cumming down his cock at the sound of his low voice in your ear. Feeling you milk him hard for his cum, your voice breaking as you cry out into the crook of his neck, he cums deep inside you.
You can feel his cock throbbing, pumping his load against your cervix as he holds your hips down on him. He rocks his hips back and forth, rolling his cock as he releases deep inside you.
You lay on top of him for a while, his arms holding you close as you both breathe in unison, cooling off together. sticky and sweaty, a slick pool of both of your cum causes you to slide around on top of him. He gently lifts you off his half-hard cock, swinging his legs off the bed. He slowly rises, stretching his arms up as he walks over to the closet to get you a towel.
He lays down next to you, cleaning you off. And you both collapse on the bed. You two lay like this for a long time, breathing in sync with limbs tangled together. Skin to skin, soaking in each other's presence eventually falling asleep again.
.
.
.
Slowly you stir awake out of your sleep. The lack of warmth is what makes you sit up. No big man in your bed made your room feel so cold. You walk over to your closet and put on your fuzzy robe.
The house was quiet except for the distant rustle of leaves outside and the faint clink of dishes coming from the kitchen. For a long moment, you simply stood in the doorway and let yourself feel it. Peace. Real peace. Not the suffocating silence of fear. Just warmth, safety, home.
Your fingers brushed the wedding ring on your left hand absentmindedly, the huge diamonds cool against your skin. It had been three years. Three years since the temple. Three years since Kenjaku disappeared into the singularity. Three years since you stood in the wreckage and decided that if your life was going to continue, it would continue by your terms.
That included him. Satoru. It hadn't been easy. It hadn't been immediate. And it definitely hadn't been romantic in the beginning. Healing never was.
The first year had been distance. Boundaries. Long conversations that stretched into sunrise. Ugly truths dragged into the open where they couldn't rot in silence anymore. He told you everything. About that day when he was younger. About the panic.
About the binding vow spoken through desperation. About the guilt that followed him for years. And for the first time, he didn't tell the story like a confession designed to keep you. He told it because you deserved the truth. Because your life belonged to you.
The second year had been harder. Therapy. For both of you.... for obvious reasons.
Separately at first. Then together. Learning the difference between love and possession. Between fear and control. Between protecting someone and trying to own their choices.
There were sessions where you walked out furious. Sessions where he finally admitted that what he called love back then had been obsession, grief, and terror tangled together into something dangerous.
Sessions where you admitted that part of you had been afraid to know who you were without the bond, without the chaos, without being needed. It was messy. Painful. Necessary. And somewhere inside all of that work, something changed.
The bond remained. But it softened. No longer a cage. Just a thread. A quiet awareness. A presence that felt like trust instead of pressure. Something chosen every day instead of forced.
Now, in the present, you stepped into the kitchen. Gojo stood by the stove in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his white hair a complete mess from earlier as he flipped pancakes with far too much confidence.
He looked over his shoulder the second you entered. That tiny bond-thread still loved betraying your location. A slow smile curved his lips. "Well Good morning again my beautiful wife."
You laughed.
"You burned them again, didn't you?"
He gasped dramatically, hand over his chest. "First of all, they're artistically caramelized."
You leaned against the counter, unable to stop your smile. There was still mischief in him. Still arrogance. Still that infuriating confidence. But now it existed beside honesty.
Patience. Restraint. He had learned how to stop. How to listen. How to give you room even when every instinct in him wanted closeness. And that was why this worked.
Why you worked. Because the life in front of you wasn't built on fear. It was built on thousands of small choices. Every day. Every argument. Every apology. Every moment you both decided healing was worth the effort.
Gojo slid a plate toward you. "See? Perfect."
You looked down at the pancake. It was vaguely heart shaped.
A little crispy. Your chest warmed anyway. "It's ugly."
"Rude."
You laughed softly. The sound still surprised you sometimes. Not because it was rare. Because it was easy now.
He came around the counter and stopped in front of you. Not too close. Never assuming. Always waiting for the silent permission, you now gave so freely. When you stepped into him first, his expression softened. One arm wrapped around your waist. The other came up to brush a loose strand of hair from your face.
"You okay?"
The question carried weight because it meant more than right now.
It meant:
Are you still happy?
Do you still feel safe?
Do you still choose this?
And your answer came without hesitation.
"Yeah."
"I really am."
Something warm passed through the thread between your souls. Not invasive. Just love. Simple and quiet. The kind built slowly. The kind that survives honesty. Gojo leaned down and kissed your forehead. A soft, reverent touch. Just affection.
Then—
tiny footsteps thundered down the hallway.
Fast.
Chaotic.
Both of you turned at the same time.
A little blur in dinosaur pajamas skidded into the kitchen, clutching a stuffed blue dragon by one wing.
Messy white hair.
Gojo's grin widened instantly. The toddler lifted both arms dramatically. "Mommy!"
Your heart melted on impact. Before you could even kneel, the little one turned toward Gojo with equal excitement. "Daddy! Pancakes!"
For one suspended second, the world narrowed to that single word. Daddy. Gojo looked at you. You looked at him. And everything you survived—the grief, the terror, the vow, the healing, the years of learning how to love without destroying each other settled into something achingly beautiful.
A family.
Protected.
Healthy.
Real.
You scooped your child into your arms as Gojo kissed the top of both your heads. Sunlight poured through the kitchen windows. Warmth filled every corner of the room. And for the first time, the thread between your souls felt exactly what it was always meant to become.
It no longer felt like cursed energy. It felt like a second heartbeat.... a parasite. A thread sewn through your ribs. Your jaw tightened. "I'll kill him." The words had barely left your mouth before the bond reacted. A sharp, vicious pulse tore through your chest. You gasped, stumbling forward as your knees hit the stone floor hard enough to crack it.
"Ah—"
Pain exploded behind your eyes. Not physical something worse. A memory that wasn't yours flooded your mind again.
It was white. The sky.... the ground. Infinity folding inward like shattered glass collapsing into itself. A younger Gojo stood in front of you no blindfold, no arrogance just panic. Pure, soul-ripping panic. Your blood coated his hands.
Your body broken, torn apart by his own uncontrolled power lay crumpled in front of him. His breathing came in ragged bursts. "No... no, no, no..." His voice shook.
Actually shook. Blue eyes wide and horrified as he dropped to his knees beside your body. "Stay with me. Please." Your chest tightened violently.
You felt it. Not just the memory. The emotion inside it. The terror. The unbearable refusal. Gojo's cursed energy poured from his hands in wild, unstable waves. Reverse cursed technique. Again. Again. Again.
Flesh rebuilding, bones reforming. Cells dragged back together one impossible piece at a time. Hours, days, obsessive, desperate, he never stopped. Not once. The memory slammed out of you.
You jolted back into the present with a broken gasp. Cold sweat clung to your skin. Your fingers trembled against the floor. "No..." your voice came out raw. "No, stop..."
A slow clap echoed from the doorway. Kenjaku. Of course. His smile was sharp and knowing. "So, it's begun."
Your head snapped toward him. "What did you do?"
He tilted his head. "Nothing."
"That's the beauty of it." He stepped closer, robes whispering over the temple floor. "The bond is evolving on its own."
Your breathing stayed uneven. "That was his memory."
"More than that," Kenjaku said softly. "His emotions."
Your stomach dropped.
He crouched in front of you, gaze gleaming with fascination. "Do you understand what you are now?"
Silence. You hated that you didn't.
Kenjaku smiled wider. "A dual soul vessel."
Your pulse pounded.
"What?"
"Your body was rebuilt using Satoru Gojo's cursed energy at its foundation."
"His signature is woven through every cell." His voice lowered. "Two cursed signatures. One existence." The temple suddenly felt colder.
Your throat tightened. "So, what does that mean?"
Kenjaku stood. His presence filled the ruined space. "It means your bond is no longer emotional. It's structural.... spiritual." Then his smile sharpened. "And when it reaches full resonance..."The cursed energy in the room thickened. "It will tear reality open." Your blood ran cold.
Gojo POV:
Shoko crossed her arms. "You look horrible."
Gojo stood at the edge of the rooftop, blindfold fluttering in the wind. "I've been called worse."
Her gaze hardened. "Don't joke. Not now."
Silence. Then Gojo finally spoke. "Kenjaku's using her."
Shoko's expression darkened. "For what?"
His jaw tightened. "The bond."
That made her freeze. "...you mean the cursed energy you used to reconstruct her." He didn't answer. Because he didn't need to. Shoko exhaled sharply. "Satoru. If he pushes that connection too far—"
"I know."
His voice cut through hers. For the first time in days, his smile was gone. "He's trying to force a full resonance event."
Shoko stared "...that could destroy half the barrier system."
Gojo's eyes sharpened beneath the blindfold. "Then I'll kill him before he gets the chance."
She stepped closer. "And her?"
A pause. A long one. The wind screamed around them. Finally- "I bring her home."
Shoko's expression tightened.
"Even if she hates you?"
Gojo's lips curved into something colder than a smile.
"She can hate me for the rest of her life." His cursed energy rippled violently around the rooftop. "As long as she lives long enough to do it."
Y/n POV:
The temple doors groaned open. Your head lifted. A familiar figure stepped inside. Pink hair. Wide, worried eyes. Yuji. Your breath caught. For the first time in days, something inside you moved. Not emptiness. Recognition.
"Y/n..."
His voice was careful. Gentle. Like approaching a wounded animal. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
Kenjaku said nothing. He simply watched. Testing.
Your fingers curled at your sides. Yuji stepped closer. "Come back with me. Please."
The words hit somewhere deep. A place you thought had already died.
"We miss you."
You took a shaky step back. "Don't."
Yuji's expression softened. "You don't have to do this. Whatever he told you it doesn't decide who you are."
Your breath hitched. Because part of you wanted to believe him. Wanted to go home. Wanted the numbness to stop. The bond pulsed. Sharp and violent. And somewhere far away—Gojo felt it.
Hope. Your hesitation. Proof that you were still there. Yuji saw it too. He reached a hand toward you. "Come home."
Your hand twitched. For one second...you almost took it.
Then Kenjaku moved. Not physically. A thread of cursed energy buried deep inside your reconstructed body tightened. Your eyes widened. No. Your arm lifted on its own. Yuji's face changed. Confusion. Shock. Fear. "Y/n—?"
Your cursed energy exploded. The strike landed. A sickening crack split the temple air. Yuji flew backward, slamming into the far wall hard enough to crater the stone. Blood hit the floor. Your breath shattered. "No..."
Your knees nearly buckled. I didn't move. I didn't choose that. So why— A familiar pressure flooded the temple. The space behind you bent. Infinity warped. And then he was there.
Gojo. His eyes locked first on Yuji's blood. Then on your shaking hands. Then on you. For the first time since this nightmare began his expression broke. Not anger. Something far worse. Heartbreak.
Your voice came out barely above a whisper. "I didn't do that."
The bond screamed between you. His gaze softened just enough to hurt. "I know."
Behind you, Kenjaku laughed. And the world shifted toward war. The temple trembled. Dust rained from the cracked ceiling in soft streams as cursed energy crushed the air into something almost unbreathable.
Gojo stood between you and Yuji's broken body, his back half-turned toward you, shoulders loose in a way that was somehow more terrifying than tension.
Kenjaku's laughter echoed through the ruined chamber. "Right on schedule."
Gojo's head tilted slightly. "You used her as a trigger."
It wasn't a question. Kenjaku stepped down from the temple dais, Geto's robes whispering over ancient stone. "I merely accelerated what you started years ago."
The words made the atmosphere drop ten degrees. For the first time in days, Gojo removed his blindfold. Blue eyes blazed in the darkness. Cold. Infinite. Murderous. "Careful," he said softly. The pressure that followed shattered every remaining lantern in the temple.
Glass exploded. The walls cracked. Yuji groaned weakly behind him. And Kenjaku smiled. "There it is. The attachment."
Gojo's expression didn't change. But the floor beneath Kenjaku splintered. Infinity warped. Space folded. And Gojo vanished.
The impact split the temple in half.
Kenjaku barely blocked in time, cursed spirits erupting around him in a violent mass as Gojo's fist slammed into the barrier. The force ripped through columns and sent ancient stone screaming outward.
Your breath caught. Too fast. Gojo moved again. A blur of white and blue. Kenjaku twisted aside, but not fast enough.
Blood sprayed across the shrine steps as Gojo's strike tore through his shoulder. "You should've stayed away from her."
Kenjaku laughed through the blood. "You sure you wanna hurt your best friend. After all this is still his body."
Your legs wouldn't move. Not because of fear. Because the bond had gone feral. Every strike Gojo landed you felt it. Not pain exactly but pressure. A shockwave through your bones. Your cursed energy surged every time his did, pulsing in unstable bursts around your skin. The temple walls cracked wider.
The air screamed. And then the thread inside your chest pulled. Hard. You dropped to your knees. "Ah—!" A sharp gasp tore from your throat as cursed energy burst violently around you.
Gojo froze mid-attack. His head snapped toward you. "Y/n."
Kenjaku smiled wider. "There it is."
Your fingers clawed at your chest. It felt like your ribs were splitting open from the inside. Not flesh. Something deeper. The bond was overloading.
Gojo took one step toward you. Kenjaku moved instantly. A curse lunged for Yuji. Gojo's eyes sharpened. A choice. Save Yuji. Or save you. The hesitation lasted less than a second.
But you saw it. He chose both. Of course he did. Infinity burst outward in a perfect sphere, shredding the curse before it reached Yuji while Gojo crossed the distance to you in the same breath.
He dropped beside you. Hands on your shoulders. Steady. Warm. "Baby....look at me."
Your vision blurred. The bond was screaming now, ripping memories loose in jagged flashes again, like it's trying to tell you something.
Something hidden deeper. A whisper against your soul. A vow. Your eyes widened. "...you said something."
Gojo's breath hitched. His grip tightened. "Don't." But the memory forced itself open.
~Memory Fragment~
Gojo's hands glowed over your ruined chest. His tears hit your skin. "If I bring you back..." His voice shook. "You'll never leave me again." The cursed energy surged brighter. The vow sealed. A binding vow. A curse.
Not spoken to you. Spoken to the universe itself. A condition woven into your resurrection. Your soul for his power. Your life tied to his existence. The memory shattered.
Your breath broke. "No..." Everything made sense. The pull. The emotional bleed. The bodily autonomy slipping. The inability to sever him. This wasn't just cursed energy. It was a vow. A vow made at the moment of your resurrection.
You looked at him with horror. "You bound my soul. You cursed me."
Gojo's silence answered for him. The temple felt colder.
Kenjaku's delighted laughter filled the chamber. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Your cursed energy exploded outward. Not aimed. Not controlled. Just pure emotional collapse. The entire temple shook violently as your power collided with Gojo's through the vow. The resonance spiked.
Kenjaku's eyes gleamed. "Yes. That's it."
The ceiling split open. The sky above the temple darkened unnaturally. Clouds twisted into a spiral directly over the ruins. Reality itself began to bend.
Gojo's expression changed instantly. "He's forcing the vow into full collapse."
Your voice shook. "How do I stop it?"
Kenjaku answered for him. "Kill him."
Gojo slowly stood. His eyes never left yours. No jokes. No arrogance. No manipulation. Just truth. "If I die, the vow dies."
Your pulse thundered. "No."
He stepped closer.
The spiral in the sky widened. Lightning cracked through black clouds. "Y/n please baby you have to listen to me. If it comes down to me or the world—"
"Stop." Your voice cracked.
Kenjaku spread his arms as the cursed storm intensified. "Choose, Y/n."
The bond throbbed violently. Your chest felt like it was splitting apart. Gojo stood directly in front of you now. Close enough for you to see every fracture in his composure. "I'd rather die by your hand than let him turn you into this."
Your fingers trembled. Yuji groaned behind you. The storm above screamed louder. And your hand slowly lifted, cursed energy gathering in your palm. Aimed at Gojo's chest.
His gaze softened. "That's it. Your choice."
Your vision blurred with tears. The bond pulsed. The vow screamed.
Kenjaku smiled. The storm above the temple screamed.
The singularity twisted wider, swallowing broken stone, cursed remnants, and splintered pieces of the shrine into its black center. Kenjaku lunged toward it. Not to escape. To complete it. If he reached the eye of the storm, the vow would collapse inward and drag the entire barrier network with it.
Your breath caught. No. Not again. Before he could move another step, your cursed energy snapped outward like a living chain. It wrapped around his wrist. Then his throat. Then his waist. His eyes widened. "You—"
You planted your feet, the temple floor cracking beneath the force of the vortex. Wind tore through your hair as the sky shrieked above you.
Gojo's voice cut through the chaos. "Y/n, let go!"
But you didn't. Your gaze stayed locked on Kenjaku's. For the first time, there was no fear in you. No confusion. No emptiness. Only certainty. "No one decides what I am anymore." With a violent pull, you ripped him backward.
Kenjaku's body slammed hard against the collapsing force of the singularity. The vortex seized him instantly. His robes whipped violently as the gravity of the cursed tear dragged him toward its center. For the first time his smile cracked.
"Do you have any idea what you're destroying?!"
Your cursed energy surged brighter. The vow pulsed through your chest, feeding your strength. "Something that never belonged to you."
The pull intensified. Kenjaku clawed at the air, cursed spirits exploding from his body in desperate waves.
Gojo moved instantly. Infinity burst outward, shredding every curse before they could touch you.
The opening was all you needed. You forced your hand forward. A final blast of cursed energy erupted from your palm and hit Kenjaku square in the chest. The force launched him fully into the center of the singularity. His eyes widened. Then the darkness swallowed him whole.
The vortex snapped shut. Silence. Absolute. The sky above the temple sealed itself in one blinding flash. Then...stillness.
The wind died. Dust drifted through the broken remains of the shrine. And you were still there. Standing in the center of the wreckage. Breathing hard. Alive.
Gojo stared at you. Not because Kenjaku was gone. Not because the world had just been saved. Because you stayed. For the first time since this nightmare began, there was no barrier, no manipulation, no distance between you.
Just ruined stone. The fading echo of the vow. And the truth. His gaze dropped to your trembling hand. Then slowly lifted back to your face. "You chose."
Your chest rose and fell sharply. "Yeah."
The single word hung between you.
Yuji's voice called from behind the rubble, weak but alive. "Did... we win?"
Neither of you answered right away. Because this didn't feel like victory. It felt like aftermath. Like standing in the wreckage of something bigger than the battle itself. The bond still pulsed faintly in your chest. Not screaming. Not controlling. Just there. Quieter now.
Gojo took one slow step closer. This time, you didn't move away. But you didn't move toward him either. That mattered. He stopped a few feet in front of you. Close enough to reach. Far enough to respect the line.
His voice came softer than before. No arrogance. Just something painfully honest. "I would've let you kill me."
Your throat tightened. "I know." Lightning flickered faintly in the distant clouds. The last remnants of the storm fading. Gojo's eyes stayed locked on yours. "But you didn't."
A long silence followed. Then your voice finally broke it. "Because for the first time...I made a choice that had nothing to do with you."
That landed. You saw it in the way his expression shifted. Not hurt, not anger but understanding. Maybe for the first time. The vow pulsed once. A quiet thread. Gojo exhaled slowly, then tell me what happens now."
Your gaze drifted to the ruined temple. To the sky. Then back to him. Your breath staggered a smile grows on your face, "Let's get the fuck outta here.... yeah?"
Hey everyone. I’m thinking about ending Cursed at either chapter 6 or 7 😭😭 (LAUGH AT MY JOKE) I have so much ideas in stock for more fics and I’m thinking about cooking up a Rich boy Eren one shot and a Nerd Armin fic as well. Are you guys down? 🤔
A/n: This chap will be a switch between Gojo and Y/n pov.
The heat in the room didn't disappear it curdled. It turned into something heavier. Something wrong. Your smile faltered first.
"...what?" Your voice came out hoarse, still wrecked from everything that had just happened, but the shift in your chest had nothing to do with exhaustion anymore. Gojo didn't repeat himself right away. Cause he knew you heard him.
He was watching you too closely. Not the way he had before hungry, obsessive, but something sharper now. Measuring. Waiting. "I killed him," he said again, quieter this time. Like it was nothing. Like it was just another task crossed off a list.
Your stomach dropped. "...Higuruma?" The name felt foreign on your tongue now.
"Yes." Silence slammed into the room. It was suffocating.
Your body moved before your mind caught up you pushed yourself up on your elbows, ignoring the ache in your limbs, the way your legs trembled. "You're lying."
Gojo didn't even blink. It looks as if he was almost.... amused? "I don't lie about things like that."
Your chest tightened. "No—you're—this is some sick joke, right? You're pissed, I get it, but this isn't—"
"I watched you leave." His voice cut clean through yours. Calm. Too calm. "Followed you. Waited." Each word landed like a nail. "I gave you a chance to come back on your own. Think about what you were about to do."
Your breathing started to pick up. "Satoru—"
"But you didn't. I watched both of you." Something in his expression cracked not soft, not regretful just... darker.
"So, I handled it." The room felt like it tilted.
"No." You shook your head, faster now. "No, you don't just 'handle' people I'm involved with, Satoru. That's not how this works. That's not how he—"
"He touched what's mine." The words came out low. Final.
Your heart stuttered while tears threatened to come down your eyes. "...You shouldn't have done that. He has a family."
It slipped out before you could stop it. And that, was the first real mistake. Because the look he gave you after that? It wasn't anger. It was worse. It was quiet.
Gojo leaned back slightly, running a hand through his already messy hair, exhaling like you'd just said something mildly inconvenient instead of detonating a bomb between you. "Yeah," he said. "That's the problem." A chill crept up your spine. "You don't get it yet."
"Get what?" Your voice cracked now, frustration and fear tangling together. "That you killed someone because I slept with them? That you think you can just decide things for me?"
"I didn't think," he corrected lightly. "I did."
Your hands clenched into the sheets. "You don't get to control me."
"I already am." The words were instant. Effortless.
And that terrified you more than anything else he'd said. You stared at him, searching, begging, for something human in his face. Regret. Guilt. Doubt.
There was none.
Gojo tilted his head slightly, studying your reaction like it fascinated him. "You're upset?"
"You think?!" Your voice broke, rising now. "Satoru, he was a person that—"
"That is a nobody Y/n. He doesn't matter, why do you care?"
Your breath hitched.
"He knew you. Touched you. Talked to you." Gojo's tone sharpened just a fraction. "That makes him a problem."
"To who?" you demanded.
A pause. Then he came closer.
"Me."
That answer knocked the air out of you. For a second, neither of you spoke. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed some time to think. "Get out."
"Y/n don-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW." Your emotions finally reached its boiling point. He didn't fuss or fight, he just vanished. Your hands rush to your hair, and you pull on it. The only thing that kept you from banging your head on the wall.
I'll shower and then sleep. Deal with this shit in the morning.
.
.
.
a week later~
The first day, no one noticed. Your door was shut. That wasn't unusual. Gojo didn't come. That was unusual but no one dared question it.
By day two, Shoko knew something was wrong. Your room still smelled like him. The sheets were a mess. The air thick. Heavy. But you?
Gone.
No cursed residue trail. No signs of a struggle. Just... absence. "Shit," she muttered, already reaching for her phone.
By day three, Gojo was no longer pretending. The school felt it. The pressure. That suffocating, unstable hum of his cursed energy crawling through the halls like something alive. Everyone stood worried in his office.
"Find her," he said. It wasn't a request.
By day five, even the higher-ups grew nervous. Because the strongest sorcerer alive? Wasn't acting like a protector anymore. He was acting like something that had lost something. And was ready to destroy everything to get it back.
By day seven, you finally opened your eyes. It was cold. That was the first thing you noticed. Cold... and quiet. No hum of the school. No distant chatter. No presence. Just darkness stretching endlessly around you.
"...hello?" Your voice echoed. Too loud, too hollow. A slow clap answered you.
"You're awake finally. That seal had you out cold for a whole week." Your body stiffened. That voice— Smooth. Wrong.
A figure stepped forward from the shadows.
Your breath caught. "Geto...?" You remembered a picture that Gojo showed you a while back and remember this is someone he named as his best friend.
A soft smile curved his lips. "Not quite."
Something in your chest twisted violently. Your instincts screamed. "Then who are you?"
He tilted his head slightly, amused. "Someone who knows what you are."
The air grew heavier and you felt uneasy. You pushed yourself up, your limbs sluggish, like they didn't fully belong to you. "...then tell me."
His smile widened. "You weren't supposed to be alive." The words hit harder than any curse.
"...what?" He stepped closer. Unhurried. Certain.
"You died," he said simply. "Years ago."
Your heart stuttered. "No. That's not—"
"Satoru Gojo killed you."
Silence. Your mind rejected it instantly.
"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "No, you're lying."
"Am I?"
He crouched slightly, bringing himself to your level. "Think."
Your breath quickened. "I don't—there's nothing to think about, I'm right here—"
Someone came up from behind you and placed their hand on your head. "Are you?" That question. It cracked something. Memories flickered. Not full. Not clear. But Fragments. White light. Pressure. Pain.
Screaming....your screaming.
Your hands flew to your face. "Stop—"
"You remember," he said softly.
"No—!"
"You remember dying."
Your vision blurred. A hand. Covered in blood. Blue eyes wide. Panicked. "...Satoru...?" Your voice broke. And suddenly You were there. It's like the person that was behind you was flooding your memories.
A younger version of Gojo. Power overflowing, spilling out of him like something uncontrollable. You just standing there in front of him with tears coming out of your eyes trying to calm him down. In front of him. Too close. Too much. Too something.
"I can't—control it Y/n!"
A flash. A rupture. Infinity collapsing in on itself. The sound of your flesh being ripped apart was the last thing you heard. And then nothing.
You gasped, back in the present, choking on air that felt too thick to breathe. "...he... killed me..."
Geto or whoever the fuck that was watched you carefully. "Yes."
Tears slipped down your face, but you didn't even register them. "...then how am I—"
"He couldn't accept it."
Your eyes snapped up. "What?"
His smile sharpened. "So, he did something... very interesting." Your chest tightened. "He used reverse cursed technique to piece you back together." Your pulse pounded in your ears.
"...that's not—enough to—"
"Not for most people." He paused. "But Satoru Gojo isn't most people."
Your stomach dropped. The words felt wrong. Not healing. Not saving.
"Cell by cell. Piece by piece. Obsessively. Desperately." His voice dipped, almost fascinated. "He refused to let you stay dead."
Your hands trembled. "That's... not possible..."
"And yet," he gestured lightly to you, "here you are."
Your breathing became uneven. Sharp. Broken. "...so, what am I?"
The question slipped out before you could stop it. He didn't hesitate. "A miracle. Or a mistake."
That. That broke something in you. "No..." you whispered. "No, I'm—I'm me. I'm still me."
"Are you?" His gaze pierced straight through you. "Or are you just something he couldn't let go of?"
Your chest caved in. Everything started unraveling. Your memories. Your identity. Yourself.
The way Gojo looked at you. Touched you. Spoke to you, like you were something fragile. Something his.
"He never told you, of course he didn't. Because if you knew..."
Your voice was barely there. "...I'd what?"
A small, knowing smile. "You'd realize you don't belong to this world."
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. "...then where do I belong?" you asked.
The person who looked like Geto but wasn't stood to his full height. With purpose. "With me."
"I don't even know who you are?"
"Kenjaku. And that's all you need to know. You're right where you need to be Y/n."
Your eyes flickered. "...why?"
His expression shifted into something darker, grander settling in. "Because the world as it is?" he said. "It's flawed. Stagnant. Weak." His cursed energy pulsed. Controlled chaos. "I'm creating something new."
Your breath hitched.
"A new era," he continued. "A return to the Golden Age of Jujutsu. Where beings like you—like us—aren't anomalies. A step closer. "Where you don't have to question what you are."
Your mind screamed at you to resist. To fight. To reject him. But all you could hear was...You died. You weren't supposed to exist. "...and Gojo?" you asked quietly.
Kenjaku's smile returned. "He'll try to stop us."
"But you already know what he'll do if he loses you again."
Your chest tightened painfully. You did know. You'd seen it. Felt it. That obsessive, suffocating need. "...he doesn't love me," you whispered.
Kenjaku tilted his head. "No," he agreed. "Not in the way you're hoping." That was the final thread. It snapped. Silence filled the space where your doubt used to be. Slowly you stood. Your legs steadier now. Your eyes clearer. Not soft. Not confused. Just...empty.
"...what do you need from me?" you asked.
Kenjaku's grin widened. "Only one thing. Walk with me."
You hesitated. Just for a second. Then you stepped forward. And the moment you did, something in the world shifted.
Gojo Pov~
Far away....
Gojo froze mid-step. His blindfold fluttered slightly as his head turned. "...Y/n." For the first time in a week...he felt you. And what he felt was wrong. Not broken...Not scared.... Not his.
His smile slowly faded. "...what did you do?"
Your room still smelled like you...and him.
Gojo stood in the doorway, unmoving. The sheets were tangled, half hanging off the bed. The wall behind the headboard was cracked...his fault. The air was thick with the remnants of cursed energy, sweat, something sweeter... something that made his jaw tighten.
His gaze dragged slowly across the room. Every detail. Every trace. Gone. "...you didn't struggle," he murmured. That was the first thing that didn't sit right. No signs of force. No defensive residue. No panic.
Which meant you left. Something in his chest twisted. Not pain, not quite anger. Something worse. Disappointment.
His hand lifted slightly and the space around him warped. A low hum filled the room as his cursed energy spiked, bending the air, cracking the already damaged wall further. The window rattled violently before it stopped. Instantly, silence.
Gojo exhaled. Slow and controlled. Because rage wouldn't help him find you. But this would. He stepped further into the room, crouching slightly, fingertips brushing the floor. Residuals. Yours and they were faint.
And then, something else. His eyes sharpened.
"...Geto." No. Not Geto. That thing. The cursed energy was stitched wrong. Ancient. Rotting beneath something polished....Kenjaku.
Gojo's smile didn't reach his eyes. "So that's where you went. You fucking trader."
He straightened, adjusting his collar like he wasn't about to tear the world apart. "You really think he can keep you from me?" almost amused. "...let's see how long that lasts."
Y/n Pov:
"You're distracted." Your eyes flicked up. Kenjaku stood across from you, hands tucked into Geto's robes, watching you with quiet amusement.
"I'm thinking," you replied flatly.
"Dangerous habit." Silence stretched.
You stood in what used to be a temple, now nothing more than ruins swallowed by overgrown vines and lingering cursed energy. The air here felt... different. Alive.
Not like Jujutsu High. Not controlled. Not suffocating but free. Your fingers flexed at your sides.
Your cursed energy responded instantly. Too fast. It flickered around your skin like it didn't quite know where your body ended and it began.
Kenjaku noticed. "Still adjusting?"
You didn't answer. Because the truth? You didn't feel the same. Not after what he told you. Not after what you remembered. The moment of your death replayed in fragments like a broken film reel stuck on repeat.
Gojo's face. Panicked. Your blood on his hands. And then pitch-black darkness.
"...you're thinking about him again," Kenjaku said.
Your jaw tightened. "I'm thinking about what I am."
He smiled slightly. "And?"
Your voice came quieter this time. "...I don't feel human." The words lingered. Heavy and honest.
Kenjaku didn't correct you. Because he didn't need to. Instead, he stepped closer. "Good."
Your eyes snapped to his. "Excuse me?"
"Human limitations are exactly that...limitations," he said smoothly. "Why cling to something that was never enough to contain you?"
Your chest rose and fell slowly. Because part of you hated that it made sense. "I didn't ask to be like this."
"No," he agreed. "But you were made this way."
"Now you decide what to do with it."
He turned, walking past you. "Come." You didn't move. "...where?"
"A test."
That made something in your stomach twist. "What kind of test?"
Kenjaku glanced over his shoulder. A small smile. "The kind that tells me whether you truly left him behind."
Gojo Pov:
Shoko didn't knock. She kicked the door open. "You found something."
Gojo didn't turn around. "Yeah." That was all he said. And that told her everything.
"...who?" she asked quietly.
"Kenjaku."
Shoko's expression darkened instantly. "Of course it is."
Silence. Then she stepped closer, arms crossing. "And her?"
Gojo's eyes flickered slightly. "She went with him."
That made her freeze. "...willingly?"
"...yeah."
Shoko let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down her face. "Then this just got a hell of a lot worse."
Gojo finally looked at her. "You knew."
It wasn't a question. Her jaw tightened. "I knew you were hiding something," she corrected. "Not this. "You should've told her."
There it was. Gojo's gaze sharpened. "Don't."
"No," Shoko snapped, stepping closer. "You don't get to 'don't' me right now. She deserved to know what you did."
"She's alive because of me."
"And now she's gone because of you."
Silence, heavy, tense. That one...that one landed. Gojo didn't respond right away. Didn't deny it. Didn't argue.
Which told Shoko everything she needed to know. "...if you find her," she said quieter now, "what are you going to do?"
"I'm bringing her back."
"No matter what?"
His eyes met hers. "Yeah."
Shoko held his gaze for a long moment. Then shook her head. "...you're going to break her."
Gojo didn't answer. Because in his mind? She was already broken. And he was the only one who could fix it.
Y/n Pov:
The man in front of you was shaking. A sorcerer. Mid-grade, maybe higher. Strong enough to fight. Not strong enough to win. "Y-you don't understand," he stammered, backing away. "They said you were missing—"
You didn't move. Didn't speak. Because all you could hear was Kenjaku's voice in your head. This is your choice. Not his. Not Gojo's. Your fingers twitched.
The man flinched. "...please," he said. "We can go back. Gojo's been looking for you—"
That name... Something snapped. Your energy surged violently. "Don't." Your voice came out sharper than you expected. The man froze. "Don't say his name."
Your energy exploded outward. The ground cracked beneath your feet. The man stumbled, barely holding his stance.
"...you're not yourself," he said desperately.
And maybe that was true. Because the next thing you felt was nothing. No hesitation or guilt. Just... clarity.
Your hand lifted. Cursed energy condensed and unnatural. Different from anything you'd used before. "...I'm exactly what I am," you said quietly.
Gojo Pov:
He felt it.
Sharp.
Violent.
Yours.
Gojo stopped mid-step. His head tilted slightly with a slanted smile. "...found you."
But then his expression shifted. Because the energy he felt? It wasn't just yours. It was...wrong... twisted. Evolved into something unfamiliar. Something that didn't feel like the girl he knew.
His smile faded. "...what did he do to you?"
For the first time something cold settled deep in his chest. Not anger. Something darker. Because now?
It wasn't just about bringing you back....he might have to fight you.
"Just wait for me," he murmured. His eyes glowed faintly beneath his blindfold. "Y/n."
Y/n Pov:
The body hit the ground. Lifeless. Still. Your chest rose and fell slowly. But your heart? Didn't race...didn't react. You just... stared. Waiting. For something. Anything.
But nothing came. "...interesting." You turned.
Kenjaku stepped from the shadows, hands tucked in his sleeves, eyes gleaming. "No hesitation," he observed. "No remorse."
Your gaze dropped back to the body. "...should I feel something?"
"No."
Your fingers curled slightly. "...then I don't."
Silence. Then slowly, you turned away. Leaving the body behind like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing.
Kenjaku smiled. "Welcome," he said softly, "to the beginning of something beautiful."
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You washed your hands three times. The blood was gone the first time. Still—you kept scrubbing. Harder. Longer. Like if you stopped, something would crawl back under your skin.
"...you're overdoing it."
You stilled.
Kenjaku leaned against the doorway, watching you with that same calm, invasive curiosity.
You turned the water off. "I don't feel anything," you said flatly.
Your reflection stared back at you. Same face. Same eyes. But something behind them? Was different.
Kenjaku hummed. "That's not entirely true."
Your brows furrowed slightly. "...what do you mean?"
Instead of answering, he stepped closer. "Tell me, "He said, voice lowering just slightly. "When you used your cursed energy just now... did anything feel off?"
Your fingers curled slightly. "...it spiked," you admitted. "Like it wasn't just mine."
Kenjaku smiled. "There it is."
Your stomach dropped. "What did you do to me?"
"I?" he echoed, amused. "Nothing. That's all him."
Your heart skipped. "...Gojo?"
Kenjaku's eyes gleamed. "You weren't simply healed," he said. "You were reconstructed. His cursed energy wasn't just used on you—it's woven into you."
"...no," you whispered.
"Yes." He stepped closer, voice quieter now more deliberate.
"You and Satoru Gojo are bound....cursed."
Your breath hitched. "Meaning?"
"Meaning," he said, "you don't just remember him.... you carry him."
Your chest tightened painfully. "That's not—" Before you could finish something snapped.
Gojo Pov:
He felt it.
Sharp.
Violent.
Yours.
But this time it wasn't just a signal. It was a pull. Gojo staggered just slightly. His hand caught the wall beside him, fingers pressing hard enough to crack it. "...what the hell..."
Your cursed energy surged again and something inside his chest answered.
Like a thread being yanked. Like something tied too tight finally being pulled. His breath hitched. Not pain...not exactly.
But connection.
Alive. Reactive.
His lips parted slightly. "...you feel that too, don't you?" And then...he was gone.
Y/n Pov:
You dropped to your knees. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as something tightened inside your chest. Not physical. But there...real.
"What—what is this—"
Your cursed energy spiked violently, flaring out in unstable waves, cracking the ground beneath you.
Kenjaku didn't move. Didn't intervene. He watched. Fascinated.
"Ah," he murmured. "Right on time."
Your vision blurred. And then you felt him. Clear...close...coming.
Your head snapped up. "...no." Your heart started racing. For the first time in days, you felt something. Not emptiness. Not control...fear.
"Get him out of my head," you snapped, breath uneven.
Kenjaku tilted his head. "He's not in your head."
A pause. "He's connected to you."
Gojo Pov:
The world blurred past him. Buildings. Trees. Space itself bending to his will as he moved faster than anything should. That pull it was getting stronger. Sharper. Like a string tied directly to his core. And at the end of it? You.
"...found you."
Y/n Pov:
"No." You stood quickly, stumbling back slightly. Your cursed energy flared again wild, erratic. "I don't want this," you said, more to yourself than anyone else.
Kenjaku's voice was calm. "Then sever it."
Your head snapped toward him."...how?"
"Kill him."
Silence. The world seemed to stop. Your chest tightened. "...what?"
"If he dies," Kenjaku said simply, "the bond disappears."
Your pulse pounded in your ears. Kill Gojo. Kill the person who—Killed you...saved you...made you.
"...I..." Before you could finish. The air shifted. He was here.
Gojo Pov:
The moment he saw you everything else disappeared. You stood there. Alive. Breathing. Different. But still..you.
"Y/n." Your name left his mouth softer than anything else he'd said in days.
You froze. Because hearing it from him— felt wrong. And right. At the same time.
"...don't come closer."
His steps didn't stop. "Yeah," he said quietly. "That's not happening."
Your cursed energy surged instantly. "Stop!"
The ground between you cracked splitting under the pressure. Gojo finally paused. Not because of the attack. But because he felt it. Your energy. Mixed with his. Twisted together in a way that made his chest tighten."...so he told you," Gojo murmured.
Your jaw clenched. "Not everything. Just enough."
His eyes sharpened slightly. "Of course he did."
Silence stretched between you. Heavy and tense. But so electric....exciting.
"...did you?" you asked.
His gaze locked onto yours. "Did I what?"
"Kill me."
There it was. No avoiding it. No deflecting it. Just the truth. "...yeah."
Your breath caught.
"I did." The words hit harder this time. Because now he was right in front of you. Saying it, owning it.
Your cursed energy spiked violently. "Why?"
It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
Gojo exhaled slowly. "I couldn't control myself....I couldn't control you."
Your eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer."
"It's the truth." His voice sharpened slightly.
"I didn't mean too.....I just didn't wanna lose you."
Silence. "...so, you chose for me?" you snapped.
"I chose to bring you back."
Your chest tightened. "That wasn't your choice to make!"
"I know."
That threw you off. Your anger faltered slightly. "...what?"
Gojo's gaze didn't waver. "I know. But I'd do it again."
Your breath hitched. Because he meant it. Completely. No hesitation nor regret.
"That's insane," you whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed. Then he stepped forward. And this time you didn't warn him. You attacked.
Your cursed energy exploded outward wildly filled with anger and hurt.
It slammed into him with enough force to tear through the ground. But Gojo didn't move. Infinity held. Of course it did. Your jaw clenched. Then you moved. Fast. Closing the distance instantly, your fist aiming straight for him—
He caught your wrist mid-strike. Effortless. Your breath hitched. Not from the movement. But from the contact. The moment your skin touched his. The bond reacted.
Violently. A surge of cursed energy burst between you yours and his colliding, merging, rejecting. Your vision blurred.
His grip tightened slightly. "...you feel it, we belong with each other. You belong...to me." he said smiling.
You yanked your hand back. "Shut up."
"You can't run from it."
"I'm not running."
"Then stop acting like you are."
Your eyes snapped to his. "You don't get to talk to me like that."
"I don't?" he challenged.
"No. You lost that right when you killed me."
Silence. That one landed. But Gojo didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped closer again. Slow. Deliberate. "You think that changes anything?" he said quietly.
Your heart pounded. "It changes everything."
"No," he said. It doesn't change this."
Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist again and pulled you closer. Too close. Your breath hitched as your body collided with his and the bond SNAPPED. Not broken but activated.
Your cursed energy surged violently his responding instantly wrapping around yours, tight. Possessive and overwhelming. You gasped. "What is—"
"You're tied to me," he said, voice low near your ear.
Your body trembled.
"Every time you use your power—I feel it."
Your breath became uneven. His grip tightened slightly. "You're shaking."
You shoved him back. Hard. "Don't touch me!" Your energy flared again stronger this time more controlled.
"Then stop pulling on the bond," he shot back.
"I'm not doing anything!"
"Yes, you are."
Your chest rose and fell rapidly. "...then I'll break it."
His expression darkened slightly. "You could try Princess."
"Now, now." Kenjaku's voice cut clean through the tension. You both turned. He stepped forward slowly, hands tucked into his sleeves. "This is getting... emotional." He fake cries.
Gojo's gaze sharpened instantly. "...stay out of this."
Kenjaku smiled. "I would," he said, "but she's with me now."
Your fingers curled slightly.
Gojo's eyes flickered to you."...is that true?"
A pause. A choice. And for a second just a second you hesitated.
"...yeah."
The word was quiet. But it hit harder than anything else. Gojo went still. Completely.
He smiled. But there was nothing warm about it. "...okay." That wasn't the reaction you expected. "That just means I don't have to hold back anymore."
Your stomach dropped. Kenjaku's smile widened. "Not today."
Before Gojo could move, space warped. Your vision twisted and suddenly you were gone.
Gojo stood alone. The air still buzzing with leftover energy. Your energy with his entangled. His hand lifted slightly fingers curling like he could still feel your wrist there. "...you think distance is gonna fix this?" he murmured.
A slow smile spread across his face. Dark and certain.
"It's not."
His eyes gleamed beneath the blindfold. "Because no matter where you go, I'll always find you."
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.
.
And somewhere far away~
You pressed a hand to your chest. Feeling it. That pull...that connection...that him. Your fingers trembled slightly. "...I'll break it," you whispered.
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall paper windows of the Jujutsu Headquarters council chamber. The room smelled like incense and old wood.
Gojo sat lazily in a chair across from the elders, legs stretched out, arms folded behind his head like he was attending a boring meeting. Which, in his opinion, he was.
An old man's voice echoed through the chamber. "You were given clear instructions, Satoru Gojo."
Gojo smiled. "I get a lot of instructions."
Another elder slammed their cane against the floor.
"Do not mock us."
His smile didn't fade. "Then stop saying bull shit."
The room grew colder. "You were ordered to execute the anomaly immediately."
Gojo tilted his head. "Ohhh, you mean Y/n?"
"Yes."
His smile slowly widened. "She has a name, you know."
The elders ignored that. "She is unstable and a threat. Her cursed energy output last night surpassed special-grade thresholds. Bringing her on campus grounds? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"
Another voice spoke. "She is not a sorcerer." "She is a weapon. So, stop trying to make her into what she's never going to be."
Gojo's fingers tapped lazily against his arm. "Weapons are useful."
"She is uncontrollable."
"So was I." Gojo's laid back demeanor shifted.
Silence filled the room. The elders hated when he said that. The oldest man leaned forward. "You were raised under constant supervision."
Gojo chuckled softly. "Barely."
The man's eyes hardened. "You will eliminate her before she becomes a threat."
Gojo finally sat up slightly. His smile was still there. But something colder sat behind it now. "And if I don't?"
The room went silent. Then the elder answered. "Then we will."
Gojo stared at them quietly. Then laughed. A soft, amused laugh. "You think you can?"
The pressure in the room suddenly increased. Cursed energy pressed against the walls. The elders shifted uncomfortably. Gojo stood slowly. "You sent me to kill her," he said casually.
"But now you're threatening to do it yourselves?" He stretched his arms. "That's rude."
Another elder spoke sharply. "You are not attached to the girl, are you?"
Gojo didn't answer. He just smiled. Which was worse.
The oldest man spoke again. "You have three days."
Gojo turned toward the door. "Or what?"
"You will be removed from your position."
Gojo laughed again. His infinity started expanding in the room pushing against the elders. "You even think about touching her and I will fucking kill every last one of you. But be my guest."
Then he walked out.
"God, I wonder what Y/n is doing." He thought about it so much that he had to say it out loud.
The sound of heels clicking alerts Gojo's attention. "Yo Shoko."
Boredly, she rolls her eyes and starts to walk faster but he catches up to her. "Where's Y/n?"
She scoffs, "So you don't talk to me or pay me any mind for two months and now when Y/n goes missing all of a sudden you know who I am? Fuck off for real. She's a grown ass woman and doesn't need you to follow her around all day."
Gojo ignores her, "Do you know where she is or not Sho?"
Shoko stops in her tracks making Gojo bump into her from behind. She pushes her finger into his chest and twists it. "When are you going to tell her?"
His face turns stone cold. "We aren't doing this here."
"When are you going to tell her about the higher ups huh? When were you planning to tell her about the fucking bounty on her head? Or I don't know maybe about the TIME WHERE YOU FUCKING KI-
"SHUT UP SHOKO." He shoves her against the wall. His eyes look as if they are about to bulge out of his head. "She can never find out about that. Do you fucking understand me. She can never know."
Shoko shoves him off, "You can't keep her cooped up in here forever Gojo. These past two months her and I have gotten really close. I can't keep lying to her."
"You won't say a word to her." He threatens.
He begins to walk away from her but Shoko cackling behind him with her hands on her knees makes him falter.
"Hey Gojo, still wondering where Y/n is?"
He stops in his tracks but doesn't turn around.
"She's getting fucked." She cackles even more which makes Gojo snap around.
"Stop lying."
Shoko snorts from how hard she's laughing, "Oh please you're no one to lie to. I convinced her to go get some. You know she's been working hard over these past two months. She needed a.......release." Shoko turns on her heel and walks away from Gojo still laughing.
Gojo slowly brings down his blind fold with his finger revealing his eye.
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🌸Smut warning🌸
Y/n Pov:
Higuuu ffuckkkk~
Yeah, he might've gotten you bankeracted but fuck have you missed riding his nose like this. Other than thinking of Gojo pounding into you riding Higuruma's nose and mouth was the next best thing.
He pulls you down shoving his face deeper into you and you can feel yourself growing close and closer into your peak. He grunts smacking your ass signaling to look at him.
His eyes bore into yours which sent you into overdrive.
"You're so worked up," he mumbled, slowly sticking his finger into your slick while rubbing your swollen clit with his nose before dipping lower and running his tongue up along your soaked entrance. "You gonna cum for me again Y/n?"
"Pleasepleasepleaseeeee,"You desperately cry out.
He chuckles underneath you and the vibration sends tingles throughout your whole body. He gave you another long, slow drag of his tongue against your soaping cunt which causes you to let out a needy whimper.
He gave a low groan as you flooded his mouth, that sweet taste making his mind cloud over. He was grinding himself up into the air, breath hitching.
As you rode out her orgasm he kept going, rapidly moving his fingers in and out of you, the sounds of just how wet you were filling the room and going straight to his dick, making him twitch and throb.
You hate to admit it, and you felt like a terrible person. But in this moment, all you could think about was Gojo. Him touching you like this, his groans and moans in your ear. His fingers slipping in and out of you. Shame hit you like a truck.
Once you finished you got off of him and embarrassment filled your face. You go to wipe his face, but he backs up from you with a tut. He takes his thumb and wipes the remainder of your slick into his mouth.
His eyes roll back and his hands cup his face. "Damn how I've missed that taste. Where have you been these past two months? I hope you know that you're fired."
"Anddd moment ruined." You start putting your clothes back on, making him laugh.
"But seriously."
"I've been.... busy."
He raises an eyebrow waiting for you to finish your statement, but you don't. "I don't owe you an explanation for my whereabouts Higu. Mind you, I'm a grown woman. Matter of fact you're lucky I'm even speaking to you right now considering what you did."
His eyes roll. "So, I'm not allowed to be concerned?"
"No." You say as you finish looping the lace of your second shoe. He stands up with a small hunch in his back from your stubbornness. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
"Bye Higuruma."
🌸🌸MAJOR WARNING FOR THE EVENTS THAT ARE ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE.🌸🌸 Buckle in this is going to be a long ride👩💻
Once you take your leave you stepped out of the apartment building, adjusting your clothes, trying to shake off the lingering heat in your body—and the guilt that came with it. Your mind kept betraying you, flashing back to white hair and bright eyes instead of the man you'd just left behind.
"Get it together," you muttered under your breath.
You made it back to the dorms in no time and seeing the school again honestly lifted a weight off of your shoulders. You felt like a child doing something they shouldn't.
"Fuckkk I messed up." Your head hangs low as you do the walk of shame.
"Heh. Talking to yourself again? That's not a good sign."
You looked up.
Mei Mei stood a few feet ahead, parasol resting lightly on her shoulder despite the lack of sun. Beside her, Ui Ui clung close, his sharp eyes already analyzing you like he knew something you didn't.
"Mei Mei," you greeted, casual but guarded. You didn't really speak to her much or cared to. Last time you asked her a question she charged you ¥3,000 per minute. She kind of gave you a weird vibe so you tired to stay away from her.
Her gaze dragged over you slowly, taking in every detail. Nothing escaped her.
"You look... flushed," she said smoothly. "Rough training session?"
Ui Ui frowned slightly. "Sister, I don't like this girl to much. Her energy glow is weird."
You scuffed in your head. I'm the weird one?
Mei Mei's lips curved. "Mm. I noticed."
For a moment, silence stretched between you. Not awkward but calculated.
Then she stepped closer.
"Be careful," she murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. "Try not to be out to much. There are people here who are starting to take an... interest in you."
Your brows furrowed. "People?"
Her smile widened but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Watch your back."
Before you could ask anything else, she turned away, heels clicking softly against the floor.
"Come, Ui Ui."
"Yes, sister."
And just like that, they were gone.
Your chest felt tight. You didn't like that. Didn't like the way her words lingered. Didn't like the way your instincts started buzzing under your skin. Something wasn't right.
...
The halls leading back to your dorm were quieter than usual.
Too quiet.
Your footsteps echoed softly as you walked, the familiar path suddenly feeling... off. The lights flickered faintly above you, casting shadows that seemed just a little too long.
Then you stopped. A chill crawled up your spine. There it was. That feeling. Heavy. Dark.
But something about it felt... familiar.
Your finger tips linger on your door nob too scared to fully turn it. I'll kill it. I've been training long enough to fight on my own. I'll kill it.
The door creaks as you open it. The room is dark. Your hands graze the wall as you look for your light switch.
In the blink of an eye a black shadow passed in front of you. One second you were staring death in the face the next you were forcefully pinned down.
The force so strong that it made the lights in your dorm flicker. All that could be seen above you were blue glowing orbs staring into your soul. The sound of your heart and his breathing being the only thing that could be heard.
"G-gojo w-what are you doing in my room?"
"You let him fuck you?" His tone was so distasteful almost as if he's disgusted by you.
Tears start to well in your eyes. How did he know? "I'm sor-"
He laughs, "You cryin? Don't start crying now. You weren't crying when he had his nose buried in your fucking cunt."
His choice of words and how he spat them at you, his hold on you. It shouldn't but fuck did it turn you on.
You did the only thing you could and turned your head away from him in shame which was a fruitless attempt as he grips your chin tightly to make you look at him.
He leans close to your ear. His breath hot on your cheek. "I really care about you Y/n but what I'm about to do to you....its gonna feel like I don't. So tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop." The way his mood shifted was crazy. This man was crazy. But you liked it.
His knee was pressing right into soaking panties. Bad day to be wearing a skirt with no shorts. Or maybe it was good that he could feel exactly what he was doing to you.
"I need you." Was all you could muster out without whining his name. Your hips moved against his knee.
You could see something snap in his demeanor. Before you knew it his mouth was on yours. He quickened the pace of your kiss, hungrily attempting to overtake you, your teeth clacking together in the rush. "Satoru," you whispered into his mouth, hushed and desperate.
"Yes?" he asked, kissing under your chin and across your jawline.
"Please I need you to touch me," you tried to keep your whine from being too shrill.
He was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. His full body weight was resting on yours.
He lowered his head to your neck. You felt the warm puff of his breath against your skin. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent.
"I want to taste you. I want to fuck you while tears are coming out of your eyes and drool out your mouth. I want to feel you cum on my cock while I bite you until you fucking bleed. Goodness Y/n you don't know what you do to me."
The filthiness of his words, the raw, graphic hunger in them, made you whimper. Your hips rolled up against him. And that's when you felt it, his erect dick, still confined in his uniform, pressed up against your center.
"You want that too," he observed, his voice smug. "I can feel how needy you are, I can smell too it's driving me crazy."
Gojo's blindfold was nowhere to be found so all of his scenes were heightened. If you asked he could probably tell you the weather for tomorrow.
He shifted his weight, releasing your wrists. Before you could move, his hands were on the straps of your top. He pulled them down your arms in one rough motion, baring your torso to the waist. The cold air hit your skin, making your nipples harden instantly. He stared down at your breasts, his blue glowing eyes full of a reverence that was completely at odds with the things he'd just said.
"So, fucking beautiful," he murmured. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth
You cried out, arching off the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue rough as it lashed over the sensitive peak. He sucked, hard, drawing your flesh deep into his mouth, his teeth scraping delicately against the areola. The combination of him being a threat and searing pleasure was dizzying. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same torturous attention, nibbling and sucking until you were squirming beneath him, your fingers clutching at the silk bedspread.
"Please," you heard yourself beg.
He lifted his head. His lips and chin were slick with your scent, with his saliva. "Please what?" His hand slid down your stomach and cupped your covered up pussy between your legs. You gasped, your eyes rolling back. He pressed the heel of his hand against your clothed clit. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I need you so bad Satoru," you moaned out. The lack of stimulation was killing you.
His eyes impossibly glowed brighter. "Yea?"
"Yes."
A smirk spread across his face. "Well, how can I say no to a face like that."
He dove for your neck again. This time, there was no hesitation. You felt the piercing pain, breaking your skin. You gasped so hard it felt like the air was caught in your throat. For a second, it was just pain. Then it changed.
A wave of pure pleasure washed over you, so intense it bordered on pain itself. It made your toes curl and your back arched off the bed. A long, hoarse moan was ripped from your throat.
He groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating throughout your entire body. He was licking and kissing to ease the sore spot. Impossible pleasure washed through you. It was an aphrodisiac. Your mind went blank, white noise and fireworks. You were grinding yourself against his knee, which was still pressed against you, desperate for more friction.
"Fuck," he snarled, pulling his mouth from your neck with a wet pop. A little bit of red stained his lips showing how hard he bit you.
He kissed you, hard. You could taste a metallic on his tongue. It should have been disgusting. It was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced. You kissed him back sucking on his tongue and cleaning his lips.
He broke the kiss, breathing uneven. "He can't fuck you like I can," he said, his voice guttural. "You understand that don't you?"
In that moment, swimming in the haze of euphoria and lust, you didn't care. "Yes, I know." you panted.
He finally moved his hand from between your legs to yank at your top , pulling it and your skirt down your hips and legs in one frantic motion. "No..... it seems like you don't. Since you went to him before you came to me."
He tossed them off the side of the bed. You were left in just your silk panties, which were soaked through, a dark patch visible even in the dim light. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and ripped them off you, the sound of tearing silk loud in the room.
He stared down at your naked body with a feral gaze. He leaned down and kissed your stomach, licking a path between your legs. You tensed, expecting his mouth on your dripping, plump cunt, but he didn't stop. He kissed the inside of your thigh, then bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make you jump and cry out.
"So responsive baby," he muttered against your flesh. His fingers moving slowly against your dripping folds. "So sensitive." His fingers moved slowly against your dripping folds. They traced the outer lips, slick with your wetness, his fingers barely touching you. He was mocking you. Drawing out the moment, making you wait. You whimpered, lifting your hips off the bed in a silent plea for more pressure.
"Unt uh keep still," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the skin of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to the bite mark he'd left there, then returned his attention between your legs.
His fingers continued their maddening exploration, sliding up and down your slit, gathering wetness, but avoiding the spot that ached for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, exposing the glistening, flushed pink flesh within. Your pussy was swollen, the hood of your clit visible and sensitive to the cool air. You were completely bare, having learned long ago that hair could complicate things, could hold a scent you didn't want lingering.
He blew a cool flow of air across your exposed core. You shuddered, "Fuck, toru, please," you begged, your voice cracking.
"Please what?" he asked, his tone teasing. He dragged a single fingertip from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, circling your clit once, so lightly it was torture. "You have to use your words."
"Touch me. Fucking touch me please."
He chuckled. "Your wish is my command princess."
His middle finger dipped inside you, just the tip, breaching your entrance. You gasped. Your inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate for more. He withdrew it, then pushed back in, a little deeper this time.
In and out. A shallow, teasing penetration. You could feel the drag of his finger, the wet sounds it made. "Mm you like that. Huh?" He added a second finger, stretching you slightly. The stretch was good, but it wasn't enough. He kept the pace slow.
He was doing this on purpose.
"Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "So wet. So needy. I've barely touched you and my hand is drenched."
You turned your head to the side, embarrassed by how exposed you were, how desperate. But he wasn't having it. His free hand came up, grabbed your chin, forced you to look down at him. His eyes were still glowing, that eerie green light making him look otherworldly. "Watch," he commanded.
You obeyed. You watched as his fingers disappeared inside you, then reappeared, coated in your slick. "Yes, yes." He pumped them in deeper, curling them slightly. When he found that spot inside you, that bundle of nerves that made stars burst behind your eyelids, you cried out. Your back arched, your hands fisted in the silk. "OH MY GOD!"
"There it is," he said with a grin. He stroked that spot again, and again, his fingers moving faster now. The wet sounds grew louder, obscene in the otherwise silent room. Your thighs began to tremble. He added a third finger, stretching you wider, filling you more.
His fingers were so damn long, felt so damn good. Gently stroking your outer lips, occasionally dipping in to feel the wetness of your folds. Swiping up against your clit, chuckling when you'd gasp out his name.
The sensation was overwhelming. His thumb found your clit, pressed down on it in small circles, so much so you could feel the roughness of his finger going over your clit before getting slicked with your wetness.
"Your pussy is perfect," he murmured, scissoring his fingers inside you, hitting you just right. One hand was keeping your thighs steady. "This wet for me," he said, pressing his fingers in as far as they could go. "You've needed this."
"Y - yes," you gasped, digging your fingers into one of his throw pillows. "I've wanted you for so long."
"Oh fuck, yeesss" you panted. Your hips were moving of their own accord now, grinding down onto his hand, meeting each thrust of his fingers. The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach. He was watching you like a soldier standing at attention, his mouth slightly open, and panting. He licked his lips at the sight of you.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Ride my fingers. Use
me. Don't stop till you had your way with me."
His fingers moved faster, harder. The sound of your wetness was filthy. You could feel it running down, wetting the sheets beneath you. It was making you dizzy. "Oh yes. Oh fuck yes!"
His thumb rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles. The combination was too much. You felt the orgasm building. Your inner walls started to flutter around his fingers.
"Satoru, I'm-I'm gonna-"
"Come on, baby" he growled. "Cum on my hand. Let feel you clench around my fingers." You shattered. The orgasm ripped through you with such intensity that you screamed.
"Sa-sa-toru aghhh!" Your body convulsed, your pussy clenching around his fingers, gripping them tight, just like he asked. But, he didn't stop. He kept pumping them in and out, kept circling your clit, drawing out your climax until you were sobbing, tears streaming down your face from the intensity.
He was such a bastard. And that turned you on even more. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, each one leaving you more wrecked than the last. "Shit, baby yes."
Finally, it subsided. Your body went limp, boneless against the bed. He withdrew his fingers slowly. You felt empty without them. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought his hand up to his face.
His fingers were glistening, dripping with your release. He held your gaze as he slipped them into his mouth, one by one, sucking them clean. His eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned like you like you were the sweetest fruit he'd ever tasted.
"Fucking delicious," he murmured when he'd licked every trace of you from his skin.
Something in you shifted. The post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, replaced by a different kind of hunger. You sat up slowly, your breast exposed to the cool air as you sat up straight. Gojo watched them move for a second before he locked his eyes on yours again. Curiosity began to flicker in his glowing eyes. You crawled toward him on your hands and knees across the bed. He was still mostly dressed, his uni torn open, his pants tented at the front. You straddled him, settling your bare, wet pussy against the bulge in his pants.
He hissed, his hands coming to your hips, massaging them tenderly. "What are you doing?"
You didn't answer. You started to move, rolling your hips, grinding yourself against him. Even through the fabric, you could feel how hard he was, how big. The friction against your sensitive clit made you gasp and lean your head back for a moment. "Oh fuck," You braced your hands on his shoulders and moved faster, chasing another high.
Your folds gliding across the fabric making it wetter and wetter. It was so erotic and addicting to look at, you even brought your fingers to your mouth, coating them in saliva, before bringing them down to rub at your clit.
"Fuck," he breathed, his grip on your hips tightening. He was watching your face, watching the way your mouth fell open, the way your eyes glazed over. You leaned forward, bringing your face to his neck. You inhaled deeply. He smelled incredible. His sent was so sweet almost candy like.
You licked a stripe up the column of his throat.
Returning the favor you bit down, not hard enough to break skin. You sucked at the spot, leaving a mark. Then after kissing it to soothe him, you opened your mouth wider, positioned your teeth right into his neck, and bit down hard.
Gojo went rigid beneath you. His entire body locked up. "What the, oh fuck!" He was stunned to say the least. He couldn't stop himself from bucking up into you harder. Grabbing at your backside and smacking it as you tasted him.
The red mark you left soon turned into a harsh purple on his skin.
You pulled back slightly, some red stains on your lips as well. You ground down on him again, reminding him of where you were, what you were doing.
He was silent and it was starting to piss you off. He looks as if he was trying to hold himself together. But that's not what you wanted.
You sat back, still straddling him, still moving your hips in lazy circles. You could feel your cunt gripping at nothing. "Now that I think about it. Higu could've done so much better." You ground down on him harder, causing him to moan and smack your ass in return. You moaned before speaking again, keeping your hips grinding against his clothed cock.
"He fucks me so good and he lets me ride that big fucking nose of his. Mmmm it gets me everytime."
"Jesus Christ," he muttered.
You leaned down and whispered. "Maybe I should go back."
Something snapped in him. You saw it happen, saw the shock morph into something hungrier. His hands went from your hips to your ass, gripping hard enough to bruise. "You're fucking insane," he said.
Your free hand wandered down to the buttons, and you freed him from his trousers, he hissed slightly when your fingers traced the outline of his erection, strained against the fabric you slowly pulling his cock out. It sprang up between you. A nude pink at the tip. It was beautiful. Long, with veins running along the shaft, a slight curve that you knew would hit all the right spots. Precum was already beading at the slit.
"You've been thinking about this," you said mocking him, stroking him again. "Haven't you? You were thinking about fucking me. Huh?"
"Every goddamn night," he admitted through gritted teeth. "After training I'd go back to my room and jerk off thinking about you. About all the different ways I can have you. About making you scream my name. Fuck I still have your underwear from the other day." Oh, he was obsessed. You loved the kind of man who could only see you, it made you clench again.
"Dirty boy," you purred. You ground your wet pussy against his cock, coating him in your slick wetness. The head of his dick bumped against your clit and you moaned. "I want to...fuck you so bad right now." You were so wet, so ready. You could just sink down on him right now, take him all the way inside. But you wanted to draw this out. Wanted to make him suffer the way he'd made you suffer.
You kissed him, pushing your tongue into his mouth and just exploring. He kissed you back just as roughly, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass, your breasts, your waist as you continued to slid your wet fold on his dick. "Mmm!" He moaned against your mouth as he slapped your ass.
You both took turns sucking on tongues, or biting lips as your hands traveled over each other's bodies. You pulled back, breathless. You looked down at him. His hair was a mess, his pupils blown wide, his lips swollen and bruised. He looked completely debauched and you loved it. "I want to taste you."
Before he could respond, you slid off him, off the bed. Your knees hit the floor, the plush carpet soft beneath them. Gojo sat up, moved to the edge of the bed. His legs spread, his cock jutting up between them, still hard and leaking. You settled between his thighs, looking up at him with those doe eyes you use. "You want me to put this dick in my mouth?" His eyes were locked on yours, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. "Yes please, I need you."
You leaned forward, licked the underside of his cock from base to tip. He hissed, his hands fisting in the sheets. You did it again, slower this time, tracing the thick vein with your tongue. Then you took the head into your mouth, sucking gently. You were teasing, licking up the side of his dick for a moment. The pad of your thumb swiped at the head, earning you a deep groan.
"So handsome," you whispered, giving him a long slow lick up the shaft of his cock. He rolled his hips in response, a strangled breath escaping as he tangled a hand in your hair.
You wrapped your hand around it, gave it a slow stroke, it was so damn hard, not to jump on his cock right now. He was hot in your palm, rock hard. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. "Mmmm fuck baby. You don't deserve this shit but I-I just can- "
"Oh fuck," he groaned.
His noises of pleasure shot pure unbridled lust directly into your body. His voice making those delightfully sinful noises were something you had only fantasized about, and they were even better now that they were real.
You hummed around him, the vibration making him twitch. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, creating suction. You could only fit about half of him in your mouth before he hit the back of your throat. You pulled back, took a breath, then went down again, trying to take more. Saliva pooled in your mouth, dripping down his shaft, making everything slick and messy.
You took more of him in your mouth, tongue swirling clockwise for more sensation. One hand very gently caressing his balls, just taking in the taste of him - the taste of Gojo, of Gojo's cock.
You pulled off with a wet pop, looked up at him. His eyes were glowing brighter now. He looked feral. You smiled, then spit on his cock. The glob of saliva slid down his length. You wrapped both hands around him, started stroking him, using your spit as lubricant. You twisted your wrists with each upstroke, paid special attention to the head, rubbing your thumb over the sensitive spot just beneath it.
"Damn," he panted. His hips were moving now, fucking up into your hands.
You continued to devour his cock, savoring the taste of his skin, the salty hint of precum at the back of your throat. You stroked what you couldn't fit in your mouth, delighting in the moans and twitches you were being gifted. You made sure to memorize every vein, every shape. You took your hands off of him altogether, both hands on his thighs, bobbing your head on his cock, feeling the slight sting of your mouth being stretched.
You did it again. And again. Each time taking him deep, each time coming up gasping and drooling. Your eyes were watering, your jaw aching, but you didn't care. You loved the way he fell apart, the way his thighs trembled, the way he moaned your name like a prayer.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you better-"
You took him deep again, sucked hard, and felt him explode. His cock pulsed, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed it all, kept sucking, milking him through his orgasm. He was moaning, a long, low sound that vibrated through the room. When he finally stopped, you pulled off, licked him clean, then sat back on your heels.
He was staring at you like you'd just performed a miracle. His chest was heaving, his skin flushed. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
You stood up, but before you could say anything, he was on you. He moved with insane speed, grabbing you, lifting you. Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically as you yelped in surprise. "Oh, you're so impa-" He kissed you, hard, cutting you off. You could taste yourself on his tongue, just as he could taste himself on yours. His cock, still hard despite having just cum, pressed against your entrance. "Mmmm, holy..shit!"
You ground down against him, coating him in your wetness again. He walked you backward, then sideways, navigating the room by memory. Then you were falling. Your back hit the bed, the silk covers soft beneath your skin. He came down on top of you as his weight pinned you down.
He reached between your bodies, grabbed his cock, positioned it at your entrance. You felt the blunt head pressing against you, beginning to stretch you open. Your breath caught. "You can take it baby. Deep breathes." He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was intense. He was bigger than his fingers, thicker, and you felt every bit of him as he filled you. "fuuuuuck!"
You moaned in unison, feeling each other. He leaned over, arms at your sides, kissing your forehead. "Beautiful," he said, drinking in the image of you underneath him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Don't stop," you panted.
He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. You were completely full, stretched to your limit. "YES!" He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust. You could feel him pulsing inside you, could feel your walls clenching around him. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, and slammed back in.
Your bodies must have been made for each other. His cock hitting your deepest parts, parts you weren't sure existed. You rubbing at your own clit, the slick noises whenever he plunged his cock back in, skin slapping against skin. Strands of his hair were plastered against his forehead, his sweat glimmering in the low light.
"Taking my cock so well," he muttered, leaning in to kiss you again. His words were sending you to heaven.
He grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head with one hand. His other hand went to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. His hips pistoned, driving into you over and over and over again. Each thrust hit that spot inside you, that sweet spot that made you see stars, made your mind go blank, made you shiver and tremble.
"R-right..there!"
He obliged. His grip on your wrists tightened, his hand on your throat squeezed slightly, cutting off just enough air to make your head spin. He fucked you like he hasn't fucked in decades, each thrust driving you up the bed and the headboard into the wall. You were going to come again. You could feel it building, faster this time, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter.
He quickened his pace, the smooth rolling of his hips still filling you and giving you what you'd desperately needed. "Come oooooonnn," he urged. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel that pussy, baby."
You came with a shout, your body convulsing beneath him. Your pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him dry, or so you thought. But he didn't stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it, making it go on and on until you were sobbing. "Satoru...baby please- I- I..."
But he wasn't done. Not even close.
He pulled out of you suddenly, flipped you onto your stomach. You were still shaking from your orgasm, but he didn't give you time to recover. He grabbed your hips, pulled them up so your ass was in the air. Then he was inside you again, slamming in from behind.
This angle was even deeper. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling your screams. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks, using them as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with each thrust. He watched as your ass bounced and recoiled with every thrust. The sight was a sight to behold. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy was loud in the room and was making you wetter every second.
He leaned over you, his chest against your back, his mouth at your ear. "You feel so fucking good," he panted. "So. Fucking. Good. Keep taking this dick."
You turned your head, trying to look at him. He saw the challenge in your eyes and grinned. He slowly pulled out, feeling your tight hole try to cling to it. He smiled before flipping you onto your back again, then drove back inside in a maddening pace. This time he hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half. The new angle made him hit even deeper, made you feel impossibly full.
"Look at you," he said, his voice rough. "Look at you fuck, you're beautiful like this."
You were drooling, you realized. Couldn't help it. The pleasure was too much, your mind had gone blank. All you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, stretching you, filling you, ruining you.
"Whose pussy is this?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.
"Yours," you gasped.
"Say it again."
"It's yours, Toru. My pu- pussy is yours!"
Satisfied he changed the angle again, somehow finding a way to go even deeper. His balls slapped against you with every thrust, the sound vulgar and perfect. He reached between your bodies, found your clit, rubbed it in fast circles with two fingers as he pressed down. You were going to cum again. How many times was this now? You'd lost count.
You screamed his name as another orgasm tore through you. You screamed until your voice went hoarse, until your throat was raw. He kept fucking you through it, kept rubbing your clit, drawing it out until you were thrashing beneath him, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
"Don't run from it," he growled, holding you in place. "Stay right here. Don't fucking move brat."
You were crying now, tears streaming down your face. It was too much. Too good. Your body didn't know whether to chase the pleasure or flee from it. "I can't," you sobbed. "I can't take anymore." You were whining, your heels digging deeper into the bed.
"Yes, you can, baby" he said firmly. "You can take it. You're going to take everything I give you."
He shifted again, pulling your legs off his shoulders, pushing them wide, opening you up even more. He leaned over you, his face inches from yours, his hair creating that curtain again. His hips snapped forward, each thrust making your whole body jolt.
"Look at you taking this dick," he said, his voice full of wonder and lust. "Fuck, baby. You're sucking me in like this and you wanted me to stop?" He started moving faster and faster as you leaned your head back and screamed his name. "Toru fuuuuuuuccckkk!"
He smiled and laughed as he began to get louder. "Yea, that's it. I love hearing that sweet sound."
He sat up slightly, grabbed your hips, and really let loose. He pounded into you with everything he had, the bed shaking so hard you thought it might break. Your breasts bounced with each impact, and he couldn't seem to look away from them. He leaned down, took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You arched into him, your hands flying to his hair, holding him against you. "Yes, aghh baby please."
"I'm close," he grunted, his rhythm stuttering. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You could feel him rearranging your insides as your drool trailed down the side of your mouth towards your scalp. "I..I..I..."
He held your waist, his fingers making mark in your skin as he leaned down towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin. "Use those words." You swallowed as he continued to pound deeper and deeper into to your aching cunt. "Cum..inside..."
"Yeah, you want me to fill you up, hm?" You didn't say anything, couldn't do anything but moan and gasp. That seemed to make him want to go harder. As he drove into you faster, your vison became hazy.
Your brain was nothing but fog. You've never felt anything like this in your life. He grabbed your chin, licking away your drool before whispering against your lips, "I said use your words, like the fucking whore you are. Now, you want me to cum inside of you?"
You somehow found your voice, even if it was small. "Yes." He smiled against your lips as he moved faster, his balls slapping against your in-between your legs. You were crying getting louder as he reached into the deepest part of you, making you jolt a bit in the air. "Holy fuck yes!"
That pushed him over the edge. He slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a loud moan of his own. You felt him pulsing inside you, felt the hot flood of his release coating your walls. It triggered one more orgasm in you, smaller but no less intense. You clenched around him, milking every last drop from his cock.
He collapsed on top of you. Your heart was racing, your body completely spent. He was still inside you. You didn't want him to pull out yet. You wanted to stay connected like this, joined together., forever. This was probably the best you've ever had. You wanted this to last.
Eventually, he rolled off you, pulling out with a wet sound. You both hissed at the loss. You laid there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. Your thighs were trembling, your pussy was sore and used. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, running down the inside of your thighs and onto the bed.
Gojo propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. He reached between your legs, gathered some of his release on his fingers, making you jolt a bit as his fingertips brushed across your clit. Then he brought them to your lips. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth, sucked his fingers clean. The taste was sugar, spice and everything nice. The taste of both of you combined was invigorating. You licked between his fingers, making sure you got every drop and making sure you kept your eyes locked on his.
"Jesus," he muttered, watching you with dark eyes.
You released his fingers, smiled up at him. For a long moment, you both just looked at each other. The sheets were soaked, pillows scattered across the floor, the headboard had dents on it and had also left dents in the wall. You both looked like you'd been through a war.
The both of you just sat there geeking at each other. The moment was warm and fuzzy.... until it wasn't.
"Y/n."
"Yes Satoru?" The tone of his voice made you sit up.
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