*^*ft- Johnny Storm, Steve Rogers, John Walker, Joaquin Torres, Perter Parker, Thor, Loki
a.k.a you’re their personal nurse
*^*tw-mentions of blood, cuts, cleaning up wounds, fluff, kind of implied romantic relationship, might be spelling mistakes (let me know if I missed anything else)
*^*a/n-I’M BACK FROM HELL!!!
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Johnny storm-
It’s not everyday Johnny got hurt, just most days. Something you had no choice but to get used to and you did eventually- after catching him in countless situations that for most people would be considered not normal.
One time you found him in the bathroom trying to stop a terrible nose bleed with one of your pads and a week after that you spotted him in the kitchen holding a bag of peas to his head at 2 am in the complete dark while eating cold pizza and on- not that rare of occasions ignoring his injuries completely, sitting in front of the tv and eating junk food, not caring that there’s dried blood on his forehead down to the beige of his nose.
You’d mostly given up on offering to help him since he refuses every time and insists on doing it himself because according to him it’s ‘not that bad’ and ‘can handle it.’ You don’t push the issue or at least you never have before now. But you seen what happened on the news, how badly it looked and how much red ran down his face.
He hald himself in the bathroom the moment he got back from the mission, not bothering to go to the medical bay like he refuses to do every time for reasons unknown to you.
You’re not sure what made this time different but when you knock on the door and offer your help he doesn’t refuse.
“Sit” you say quietly and he obliges, plopping down on the toilet seat lid. You’re looking at the cut in the middle of his head split to his temple right below his hairline. It looks deep and painful. You place the thick cloth back on the wound and gesture for him to hold it there while you grab gazes and antibiotic ointment.
“Don’t” he voices
“I wasn’t going to say anything”
“Yes you were” there’s quiet for a moment as you hold the swab up to his cut “it looks worse then what it is”
“It wouldn’t look like anything if you had watched your back like I keep telling you”
“I know I know we’ve been through this before” he blows out, wincing as you place cleaning ointment over the gash
“Then why don’t you ever listen? Risking your life to show off isn’t some game you should want to play”
“Ok but did you see what I did with the fire and-”
“Johnny”
“Alright alright. Ok I get it”
“Ok”
“Ok”
“Fine”
“Fine”
“Fine” you snip back, done with wrapping the white bandage around Johnny’s head and packing away what you didn’t use back in the first aid kit. Johnny stands, turning to the mirror and leaning in to look at the bandage on his forehead before looking at you.
“Thank you” you roll your eyes and move to walk away but he stops you, grabbing your waist and pulling you in “I mean it, thank you”
“...you’re welcome” he leans down and kisses you smiling as his lips make contact with yours.
Steve Rodgers-
“Yikies” you announce your arrival, shoes softly clicking against the floor as you make your way across the room. Steve’s shirt was partly lifted over his back and you could see a purple bruise began to form along his spin.
“You should knock” he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way and throws it in a hamper your eyes glued to his muscles and ignoring what was probably your one hundredth warning. It wasn’t the first time you heard those words from him and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“The door was open” you point to the still open door and Steve gives you a pointed look, fully prepared to pull a lecture out of his ass about privacy and respect with bullet points and a pop up quiz at the end.
“Never mind” you walk closer to him and hold out a bag of ice. He makes an attempt to grab it but you pull back, holding the ice to your chest. “Oh right, Tony wanted me to tell you something…”
“What is it?”
“I can’t remember but I’m pretty sure it was important” he sighs and walks away to get a clean shirt leaving you to stare at his back “can I ask you a question?”
“You’re probably going to do it anyway”
“…Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?”
“When you get hit or thrown off a building or shot, anything- everything” he takes a minute, pulling on a cream colored shirt, tousling his blonde hair.
“...the super soldier serum doesn’t stop the pain of taking a hit. I can feel everything. Every hit, every cut, every bullet, every bruise.” He walks back and you have to look up to continue looking into his eyes. “But I think it helps you be able to stand the pain and to take on more of it” you hum in response
“Are you sure it’s the effects of the serum” his brows farrow “could’ve been all that time in the ice” he huffs out a laugh
“Could have” he smiles and you place the ice against his chest
“I should go” you turn walking away and looking over your shoulder “you should get that looked at though and go see what Tony wanted”
John walker-
“Didn’t the doctor tell you to rest your leg?” Your brows were raised in anticipation, waiting for an answer from the blonde. You expected him to act like a misbehaving child getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing but he didn’t. John didn’t even falter his steps as he kept his eyes forward, trained on the punching bag.
“Hellooo...John?” After a moment he grabbes the bag full of sand and steadies it, out of breath
“This is me resting” he huffs out, looking you over and noticing the white box in your hand “I’m fine”
“Right, well” You lift your hand to the bandage around his arm, no longer just white but red as well but he’s successfully ignoring you “I’m pretty sure you ripped your stitches trying to get revenge on that bag” you pause, walking over to the nearest bench “how long has it been since it’s last been changed?”
Walker steadies the punching bag again, looking at you pointedly and clearly annoyed “I’m not trying to get revenge”
“…Clearly you're not the captain of sarcasm. Just let me take a look then I’ll be out of your hair and you can go back to punishing that bag for whatever it did to you, ok?”
“…Fine” he walks over and plops down on the bench beside you while you unpack the gaze and disinfectant spray and unwrap the dirty cloth and place it aside.
“Good news, the stitches aren’t ripped just needed cleaning. You know a little gratitude would go a long way” he rolls his eyes. You finish cleaning and wrapping the stitches back up in a clean bandage a few moments later. “Alright all done. What do you rate my services?”
“You sure you’re not taking this doctor passant thing a little too seriously?” You roll your eyes, packing up the medical supplies and placing them back in the first aid kit. “I’m joking” he stands when you do, stopping you from leaving without touching you “it feels a lot better. Thank you”
“Well don’t get to excited, the next time I do this it won’t be free, you’ll have to pay me somehow” you smile at him “Ok well I’ll let you get back to-“ you gesture to the punching bag “that- don’t you know, over do it”
“I won’t”
Joaquin Torres-
“ssss’ ow owowow” he hisses quietly muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite understand
“Don’t be a baby, you can handle it falcon” you say his ‘new name’ pointedly as you dab another open cut on his forehead
“Oh? What’s that I hear in your voice?”
“Concern”
“Mmm you sure it’s not jealousy?” You hit his arm and he huffs out a laugh
“That’s not funny Torres”
“You’re right sorry” he says, his lips still stretched in a tight line
“Then stop smiling. Ever since you became falcon you’re banged up all the time”
“And I told you I’m fine remember?” You look down focusing on peeling back another bandaid
“Hey” he says softly and stands, bring you into a hug “I’ll be fine, alright”
“You’re squishing me” you say through puckered lips
“Well I’m not letting go until you say it with me. You’ll be fine my favorite person in the whole world”
“I’m not saying that”
“Just the first part?”
“…You’ll be fine”
“See?” He loosens his hold on you and peers down “that wasn’t so bad”
“Just be careful”
“You know I will”
Peter Parker-
You peal the white paper off the bandaid and press the sticky part to his skin, the brown bandaid standing out on his bruised cheek in contrast to the yellowish hue.
Taking out another bandage you pause to look at peters who begins to shift under your stare and narrowed eyes
“Are you sure this wasn’t flash?”
“What? Nonono...no. I told you it was some guy”
“Right, some guy named Steve. But you would tell me if it was flash right?”
“Yeah of course”
“...good cuz I’d totally kick flash’s ass
“Yeah...yeah totally” you place another bandaid, placing it directly on the cut on his chin adding up to four bandaids in total.
“Maybe you should stop taking that bus or get your license” you mumble
“You first” he laughs and immediately regrets it as he winces from the open cut on his lip
“...I’m going to get ice”
“Uh yeah thanks”
Thor-
“The future king everyone!” you clapped your hands together and smiled, your words thick with false pride and you stride over to the blonde god who winces as he touches the cut above his left brow. “You’re not invincible you know?”
“Oh really? I had no idea” he says sarcastically
“You seemed to have an idea when you thought to tell Volstagg to throw you into the bifrost head first to Odin knows where in your drunken state” you sit next to him and press the rag in your hand to the cut on his brow “that was stupid and dangerous” he groans
“You sound like my father”
“He’s a very wise king. Something that you’ll have to be one day” you pull back the rag and look at him “a day that will hopefully come after you stop acting like an idiot” you emphasize your warning with a flick to his forehead “understand?”
“...understood” he grabs your hand with the rag still inside and puts it back on his cut, cuffing the back of your hand with his palm. It’s warm and larger than yours.
Before you realize it you break from the daze his blue eyes hood you in. Standing you slip your hand out of his
“Well then I’ll let you get back to your…” you pause, your voice getting quieter with each word
“My?” He questions waiting for you to continue and stands with you
“Thoughts” you say out of panic
“My thoughts?”
“Yes your...thoughts”
“Right…important thoughts”
“Very important…and future king thoughts”
“Indeed”
Loki-
“You’re an idiot you know that?” You say from the doorway, holding a rag filled with ice and an unimpressed look on your face
“Come to see a fallen prince?”
“Don’t be so dramatic Loki” he doesn’t spare you a glade as you walk over to him and sit on the edge of the window seat next to him. You bring the ice to his forehead where a red bump was beginning to form. Loki flinched away before looking at your hand. Hesitating and slow, he leans in and the ice touches the bruise.
“Is it too cold?”
“I’m fine” he gruffed out, you hum in acknowledgment and the room goes quiet again as you ice his bruise
“If it’s any consolation” you break the silence “I bet on you to win”
“I don’t need your pity”
“It’s not pity. I really did think you’d win”
Long after everyone had their fill of booze and were drunk off their asses, Volstagg bet his axe that the god of mischief couldn’t beat him in hand to hand combat. For whatever reason- pride probably Loki agreed. Clearly he had lost and now you’re nursing his wounds with ice that was used to keep the beer cold.
“Sorry to disappoint” you rolled your eyes at the tone of his words
“It’s not a disappointment Loki”
“I’m sure it isn’t” he gruffs out
“…you’re doing it again”
“Doing what?”
“You’re being so defensive and for nothing while I’m trying to help”
“I didn’t ask for your help”
“Yeah you’re right but I’m here so maybe stop acting like an asshole” you toss the rag in his direction, it landing in between his legs “ice your own damn head” he picks up the discarded rag and holds it to his head
warnings: implied that reader is a virgin, age gap (bruce is older than reader), mentions of sex, smut in next part
You twist the stem of the wine glass around between your fingers slowly. Your chin rests atop your knees as you stare vacantly at the tiny puddle left of the drink. You could go refill it, but then you’d have to go back out to the main room and man…you really do not want to do that. So you’ll sit here, swiping your tongue across the bumps of the roof of your mouth as if it's a fascinating new discovery.
The creak of hinges has you shooting upright, your back thumping against the stair step behind you. You’re not immediately sure how to act as though it’s normal that you’re sitting in the stairwell outside the fundraiser rather than in it, fraternizing with old and new money alike. You freeze, trying to relax your posture so it doesn’t look like you’re alarmed at the sight of another person, but not so relaxed that you look as bored as you are.
Your neutrality stutters when you glance up to find the host of the fundraiser. The billionaire host of the fundraiser. Bruce Wayne, the billionaire host of the fundraiser. Your posture straightens right back up and your mouth snaps shut as you make eye contact.
Should you stand up?
No, he’s rich, not royalty.
You are in his house though—
He looks you over contemplatively, “I don’t know you,” It’s not accusatory, rather he says it like it’s something interesting.
You perk up at that, immediately formulating reasons to justify your presence. “Oh, uh, no—” the words nearly spill out of your mouth all at once. You clear your throat, “I’m just a plus one for my boss—”
“Who’s your boss?” he asks, relaxed.
“Arthur Mullins.”
He looks to the side, squinting, “Mullins…he’s the executive at Williamson Industries, yes?”
You nod and he returns the gesture, slower, like he’s processing through something. “I’m Bruce,” he says warmly after a moment, holding his hand out to you.
You nod before you can even think to get any words to come out, “I—yeah, I know,” you accept his hand, shaking it as you tell him your name.
There’s a slight glint in his eye when he hears your name, and he repeats it quietly to himself. “A pretty name.”
“Oh, it’s just…” Just your name. But rather than fill him in on that fascinating tidbit, you let the sentence die off.
He smiles kindly anyway, “What are you doing in here? Party’s out there, or so they tell me.”
“I…I’m hiding in here,” you admit sheepishly.
He leans in towards you slightly, lowering his voice. “I’ll let you in on a secret—so am I,” he smiles at you like it’s easy.
Your grin matches his, “It’s your party,”
“That’s why I need to hide.” He tilts his head, “Doesn’t give you much of an excuse though, does it?”
“I don’t know anybody here.”
He puckers his bottom lip contemplatively, “Your boss.”
You shake your head, “I’m just his assistant. I’m pretty sure he just brought me as a precaution in case he needed a designated driver.”
He laughs at that, “Based on the way I’ve seen Mullins’ attempts to operate, his assistant would have to be a hell of a lot more important than just a designated driver.”
Well, he’s certainly right about that. Your boss doesn’t exactly “have it together” per se. He’s an unorganized man with little to justify his importance in Gotham, so he tends to insist on taking on more responsibility than he has any business having. Not to mention, he’s a bit of a try-hard and you’re constantly left to sweep up the pieces of his reputation that he shattered himself. Not to say he’s necessarily unprofessional, he just will do anything and everything to prove he belongs in any given space. It’s honestly a bit exhausting to watch. It’s more exhausting to try and convince him that the exchange went well afterwards.
You nod slowly, eyes on his shoes. “Mr. Mullins has…a unique approach to business. It does usually leave me fairly busy, I’ll give you that.” You take a quick deep breath, plastering on a fake smile. “But that means I occasionally get to go to fancy parties where I don’t know anyone, so..”
“Well then it sounds like you’ve got it all worked out,” he ribs, “Or don’t you agree?”
You smile coyly, “I would never be so bold.”
“I don’t mind boldness. For example, the reason I came in here is because he spotted me.”
You laugh at that, “Mr. Wayne—”
“Bruce.”
“Mr. Wayne,” you suppress your smile as you pause, choosing your words carefully. “I think he’s just networking.” He doesn’t have the money to give.
He nods surely, “He’s definitely just networking.” He really doesn’t have the money to give. You allow just the faintest wisp of a smile to adorn your face as you look down again.
You check the time and realize that you’ve been hiding away for too long and that if he hasn’t already, your boss will notice soon. You sigh quietly to yourself, “I should..”
He turns his head to the closed door where the chatter can be heard from beyond, sighing in defeat as he shakes his head looking back at you. “So should I.”
You feel a bit insecure as you stand, the gown you’re wearing is pretty but it is very much affordable and you’re sure someone as wealthy as Bruce Wayne would know the difference.
If he does notice he makes no deal of it, motioning you forward gallantly to walk ahead of him.
He follows after you, hands behind his back. “Would it be rude of me to ask you to distract him while I run for the bar?”
It’s busy, even for a Sunday afternoon, and you have to sidestep past someone nearly every step you take. You stick next to the windows of the line of boutiques down the road, trying to balance window shopping and not bumping into other pedestrians.
You're in a nicer district of Gotham, truthfully an area you don't quite belong in. So far you’ve only managed to find a couple shops that weren’t several ranges above your budget.
A call of your name has you blinking rapidly and turning around as if you’re lost. It doesn’t take long for you to pick the six foot two billionaire out of the crowd and it’s only half a second longer before you realize he’s walking towards you. A few people collide shoulders with you as they move past thoughtlessly, no regard for the personal space of the idiot that stopped in the flow of traffic.
You let him approach a couple feet closer before you ask him, “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Wayne?” The presence of his figure in front of you allows for a break from being bumped into, as he seemingly makes for a far more easily seen and intentionally avoided target.
He sways a bit, “Bruce. I’m not sure yet,” he looks down to the couple of bags you’re holding, extending his hand out. “May I?”
It takes you just a moment to move past your surprise at the request, allowing him to hold them for you. “Are you in a rush?”
You shake your head quicker than you meant to, “No, I—not at all,” he gestures his head forward, allowing you to walk before him.
You traipse ahead in silence for a moment before deciding against biting your tongue, “What exactly is it you’re not sure about?”
He raises his voice a bit so you can hear him over the crowd, “Whether or not you’ve got plans on the 19th.”
You look back at him, “What’s on the 19th?”
He stops with you as you admire a set of jewelry inside a window display, “We’re hosting a gala for something or something else, hopefully less boring than the fundraiser.”
You blink, “You’re inviting me?” He nods. “Why?”
“I could use someone who wants to be there even less than I do.”
He said it so casually it takes you a second to even register his meaning. You blink, face contorting defensively, “That’s not—” you can barely make out the smile on his face as he continues on walking.
You shake your composure back together and trail after him, rushing to catch up. “I don’t think Mr. Mullins would be very happy to hear that I’m attending a business gala without him.”
He shakes his head as he scans over the crowd, “He can’t fire you for that.”
“He’ll try.” He would. A petty little man, he is.
He scans across the rows of clothes leisurely. “Well, then he can speak to me about it. Besides, it wouldn’t be for business.” And then he just lets that sentence linger.
It takes you a moment to recover from those words and begin to start processing the world around you again. After a few more feet down the sidewalk he pulls you gently to the side by your lower arm, out of the rush of traffic, and looks at you dead on, “What do you think?”
You try not to waver under the weight of the eye contact, “I don’t…uh, I don’t really have…” you look down, hoping to get the message across without actually having to say the words.
He glances into the store window next to you and raises his eyebrows, “Well then I’d say we’re in the right place.”
You can’t manage to tell him that this store is definitely far too expensive for you, walking through the door as he opens it for you, albeit apprehensively.
Well. Up close window shopping is more fun anyways.
The spotless white of the floors and walls has you intimidated, and just as much so by less by the no doubt designer clothes lining the walls. The saleswomen all look pretty highbrow themselves, hair up in tight buns and uniforms chic.
You only break from gawking at the store to look behind you at Bruce. You note the way his eyes roam around blindly, looking for something and clearly having no means to narrow down where it might be. You take one more glance around, immediately finding the women's section with no such difficulty.
“This way.” You say, nodding your head over to the left. He recovers nicely and lets you lead the way towards the section of dresses. You peer back at him, “You don’t seem like someone that does much of his own shopping.”
Thankfully, he laughs at that. “Well, special occasions.”
You keep your gaze ahead this time, asking as casually as you can, “Is this a special occasion?”
He hums in consideration, “I’d say so.”
You stop upon approaching the dress section, taking in the immediately stunning display of options.
“What are you doing up here anyways?” you ask, hand brushing across a particularly plush dress.
“Ah, I was headed to a meeting.”
“Oh,” you frown, looking at him. “Don’t you need to go?”
He shakes his head with a puckered lower lip, “No.”
A few seemingly heiresses roam down the aisle mindlessly, not caring much that you’re in their path.
Bruce sees them before you do, knowing well that they were not going to excuse themselves. “Sweetheart,” he nudges you gently to the side, closer to him as the group passes. His hand remained open-palmed and flat as he guided you to the side, seemingly very careful not to touch you with uninvited boldness. Though you’re quite shaken by the chivalry of the gesture, a brazen touch wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world.
As your arm brushes against a rack of clothing your gaze follows, met with something rather appealing.
Bruce is quick to notice you admiring the sleek black dress that looks like something you’d see a model wearing on a runway. “You like that one?”
“It’s nice, yeah,” you murmur, not really thinking. You flip the price tag over and your face drops. “It’s $800.”
He nods thoughtfully, “We can find a nicer one,” he says, though it’s clear he knows exactly what your problem with the price tag was.
“I can’t—” you restart, “I would never have a reason to wear something this nice again.”
He shakes his head coolly, “That’s alright.”
Your shoulders drop and your head tilts seriously, “It’s not, though.”
“You like it?” He looks you in the eyes, his own searching for a truthful answer.
“I mean, of course, but it—”
He nods affirmatively, “Then we’ll get it. Problem solved.” He turns his back to the rack, casually observing the rest of the store goers. “Pick your size.”
Apparently not one to argue, you thumb through the row until you find one that should fit.
You sigh, realizing that you’re running out of time to mention that you don’t have $800 to spend on a dress. “I can’t—”
“You don’t need to,” he says simply as he takes the dress off the rack and drapes it across his arm, making his way towards the salescounter.
You try to stop your mouth from hanging open as you follow, “It really is okay, I don’t need—”
His grin cuts you off, just in time for you to hear him mutter, “Sweet girl..” to himself. You stop right in your tracks, feeling very thankful that he’s not looking at you right now because you’re certain the look on your face would give you away.
He still doesn’t face you as he calls out, “Come on,” as he continues on.
Obviously you’re not stupid. You know what type of intentions a billionaire playboy must have with a younger girl that he doesn’t even really know. However, if said billionaire is offering to buy you a pretty dress…no, you’re not sleeping with him because he bought you a dress—of course not—and you’ve made absolutely no promises to do so, so what’s the harm in letting him? Really?
And yeah, maybe it’s a plus that he’s not bad looking, but how is that your fault?
You stand a bit awkwardly next to him as he puts his card in the machine, not even glancing at the outrageous number, and declines the offer for the receipt.
As you exit the store together and stand at the doors as he hands your original two bags back to you along with the new shiny black one that on its own looks like something people would pay for.
“You will be there?” he asks, eyes more hopeful than you were prepared for.
You nod, gesturing the bag up, “Well you just bought me the dress.”
He shrugs that off, “I would’ve bought you the dress anyways.”
You linger in the midst of the ado wearing a dress that you feel far too overshadowed by, fidgeting with the half empty wine glass in your hand. Unfortunately, this time around you were invited by the host of the event and it would be extra rude to run away and hide. That doesn’t stop you from considering it, though.
A hand sliding across your lower back has you momentarily startled, and for reasons you couldn’t quite verbalize, you’d naturally assumed it was Bruce. The disappointment rings strong when you turn around to be met with the sight of an even older man, who looks considerably wine drunk.
“Hello there, Miss.,” The words themselves are polite but the salacious smile on his face and the way his eyes have no trouble roaming your body gives you a solid idea of what this conversation is going to entail.
“Hello,” you fake a polite, tight smile and shift your attention to the rest of the room.
This does nothing to deter him, as he takes a sizable step back into your line of sight. “Having a nice time?”
The man is clearly from money, if his attire didn’t give it away his attitude sure did. There’s an heir of entitlement around him, like he’s inherently deservant of your attention—a quality you were notably surprised to not have found in Bruce.
You give him your faux-smile again, this time tighter but half a second longer for the sake of politeness. A rookie mistake.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, gesturing to the bar.
“I’m okay, thank you,” you say, gesturing your wine glass up.
A momentary flash of irritation crosses his face, but to his credit, he does a better job recovering from it than you would have expected. Though, that’s not really saying much. “Well, pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be all alone here,”
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” Both of your heads snap to the side, finding a much more welcome surprise than you’d previously received.
Your counterpart's posture straightens immediately, “Mr. Wayne,” he fawns, “What a lovely event you’ve thrown. I’m sure the Bernsteins will be appreciative.”
Bruce hums, eyes narrowed slightly. “You are…”
The man startles and rushes to finish off his sentence, “Alexander Watson, senior executive to the accounting department for the research wing of the company.”
He nods slowly, no recognition actually present in his eyes. “Ah. The research wing of the company that just blew fifteen million dollars on prototype self-operating cell phones.”
You’re trying hard to fight the smile creeping up on your face.
“What exactly is a self-operating cell phone?”
Watson’s face drops, hurrying to justify his approval of the proposal’s funding. As he rambles, Bruce’s gaze lowers to where Watson has once again placed his hand on your hip, though he’s not close enough to you for it to rest fully or naturally. You don’t know him well but you can say confidently that he doesn’t look pleased.
He looks back up to Watson, attitude challenging. “Surely you’re not poking around where you’re unwelcome?”
Watson stutters at that, blinking and shaking his head quickly. “No, no, of course not! I was just hoping to provide the young lady with some company. That’s all.”
“And so you have.”
“I—,” about two steps behind in this conversation, Watson finally decides to retreat, “Yes, good evening, Mr. Wayne.” He bows his head and shuffles away back into the crowd.
“Mr. Wayne,” you smile knowingly, turning to him. “How are you?”
The hardness of his gaze fades quickly as he takes in your appearance, quite liking how you wear the dress you’d picked out.
“Things are looking up,” he smiles, “You look lovely.”
“Thank you,” you glance over to where Watson has made his way to the bar, likely about to down an entire glass. “Mr., uh, Mr. Watson makes quite the impression.”
His smile turns a bit sullen, “You know last year he tried to convince the board that battery-powered battery chargers were going to be the next big thing?”
You blink, tilting your head, “Thought you didn’t know who he was.”
His eyes are fixed on the wall as he tugs the corner of his lip down, knowing he’s been caught but not really caring. “I’m sorry to have been away for so long, it seems everyone needs my attention at these things.”
“At the gala that you threw? I’d imagine so.”
He rolls past that smoothly, “You’re having a good time?”
“I am,” you say with a confirming head bob.
He regards the room with a numb expression, “You know, I think I’m getting bored with all of this.”
You smile at him, brow furrowed, “It’s only been an hour.”
He looks at you, eyes wide. “It’s only been an hour?” He’s exaggerating his surprise to make you smile, and it works.
“I think we should go,” he says lower.
You stare at him, bemused. “You still have a whole room full of guests.”
He shrugs, “They’ll filter out on their own eventually.”
He clocks your hesitation easily, accurately noting it to be more out of politeness than actually wanting to stay at the party. “What, you’re not ready to leave?”
You look around at all the mostly old, posh guests, disinterested small talk evident all across the room. You take a breath, “Alright, yeah. Let’s go.”
He smiles and leads you out a side door and through a corridor that’s significantly longer than you’d expected.
“Do you always ditch your parties this early?” you ask, following closely.
He makes a sharp right at the next doorway, “If I can manage it.”
You look around at the high wooden ceilings and grand furniture. “Aren’t some of them friends of yours?”
He shakes his head, “My friends aren’t here.”
You frown at that, “Then why do you throw them at all?”
“Why did you show up last weekend?”
You nod slowly, understanding. “It’s your job.”
He returns the nod, adding, “Only difference is, there’s not a chance in hell you get paid enough for the work you do for Mullins.”
For the sake of maintaining your wishful facade of professionalism, you’re going to not acknowledge that incredibly accurate statement. Instead you smile politely and continue on walking. He seems to get the implication, returning it with an even brighter adornment.
“Well, money’s money,” you say wryly.
His smile fades a bit, “You shouldn’t have to worry about things like that.”
You shrug, “A day in the life,”
He looks sullen upon hearing that, with more sympathy than you’d have expected from someone of his stature. He’s done nothing if not surprise you, though.
“Here,” he says, taking hold of the handle of a glass door. It opens to a garden, lit up beautifully by the moon and outdoor light. A fountain sits in the middle, water rhythmically gushing out of the top and trickling down the sides. The bite of the Gotham night air burns at your cheeks a bit and you find yourself thankful the dress you’d chosen is so long.
Bruce leads the way to an expensive marble bench positioned nicely in front of it, allowing you to sit first before following suit. Your hands find a place in your lap, clasped together awkwardly in an attempt to find warmth through contact.
It takes Bruce less than ten seconds to stand, remove his suit jacket, and drape it over your shoulders before sitting back down. The material is thicker and warmer than you would’ve expected, surely reminiscent of the perks of being owned by a billionaire.
He doesn’t look at you to acknowledge the grateful expression on your face, simply carrying on like it didn’t happen. “Was hoping it was warmer,” he murmurs.
Your focus momentarily goes to the icy cold stone of the bench under your thighs, initially finding it uncomfortable before deciding the coolness actually felt quite soothing. You remove your gaze from the gray stone and turn your head to find Bruce already focused on you.
You start to say something, though you’re not sure what it would’ve been, when he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down.
Well, he certainly knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?
His eyes stay on your lower lip as he murmurs, “You’re a pretty girl, you know that?”
God, he’s a professional.
You look up at him and refrain from saying anything, waiting to see if he follows it up with something that will make you regret agreeing to coming out here with him.
He doesn’t.
You shift, moving your hands off your lap to rest on the stone under you. “You can’t just do this—”
He smiles and lowers his chin to look you in the eyes, “Then what can I do for you?”
“You—” you blink rapidly, “Stop it.”
His coy beam persists, “Stop what?”
You raise your gaze up to him ever so slightly, a pouty expression across your face that you’re trying to sell as serious. “You’re trying to make me nervous.”
“Do I make you nervous?” He tilts his head down further, a ghost of a smile echoing on his lips, “I don’t mean to, sweet girl.”
Your eyes drop to the ground, biting your tongue. “Yeah.”
His simper grows, “I’m serious. I’d hate to scare away a new friend.”
You laugh at that and he perks up a bit at the sound, “What? We’re not friends?”
You cock your head to the side, “You’re the one who said none of your friends are here.”
He hums, “Maybe I spoke too soon.”
“You think so?” You should probably stop flirting so much.
“Yeah,” he leans in a bit closer, “I do.”
“Why’s that?”
“Maybe I want to be your friend,” his hand finds a place atop yours.
Your eyes flicker across his face as he closes in, “What if I don’t want to be yours?”
His eyes are on your lips, “I’m sure we can work something out.”
You take a slow deep breath, “Your intentions are blurry.”
He smiles lightly, amused. “We’ll have to clear that up then, won’t we?” His lips are inches away and his voice is soft as he says, “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
You look up at him eyes wide, barely processing his words as you nod. He gently grasps your jaw in his hand, tilting your head up. His other hand finds the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you with intention. Your hands hover in the air for a second before holding onto his forearms.
He breaks the kiss only to give you another sweet one right after. Your mouths remain close when it’s over, eyes still shut, trying to catch your breath. You stay like that for a moment until he kisses you once more on your cheekbone before pulling away. His hands drop to rest on your knees, the weight of them gentle.
He hums lowly, “Sweet thing..”
Being under the heaviness of his gaze leaves you feeling vulnerable. It’s starting to get you concerned with the potential levity and implications of kissing him. The expectations.
“You…” you stare down at where his hands meet your skin, not quite sure that you actually meant to start that sentence.
“What?” he frowns, brow pinched. Your chin lowers further as your mouth forms a tight line. He shakes his head, “No, it’s alright. What is it?” he asks gently.
It takes a surge of willpower for you to get the sentence out, “You just want to sleep with me..”
He frowns harder at that, pulling back a bit. “No. I’m…” he sighs, “I’m not trying to lure you in just to toss you out right after.”
That makes you look up again. His voice has a sincerity to it that you weren’t prepared for.
He continues, “I would like to, yes. Yeah. You’re beautiful, of course I would, but..” he looks down at his hands before looking back up at you, “No, that’s not the most important thing to me.”
You break eye contact again, thinking over his words. If that’s not the most important thing to him, what is? You can’t think of what else he could possibly want from you, a billionaire who could have anything he wants..the only thing you could have to offer in his eyes is sex.
Right?
He exhales, “If you want to leave, I’ll call you a car. No hard feelings.” He nudges your chin up gently so you’ll look at him, but he gives you the freedom to fight against it if you wanted to.
You let him move you.
“I don’t want to leave,” you tell him, looking into his eyes. “What do you want?”
“Whatever you want,” he says it like it’s automatic. You physically can’t help but roll your eyes at the corniness of it. He doubles down, though, “Seriously. Anything.”
You smile in disbelief, shaking your head.
“Alright,” he returns your smile, straightening, “Here’s what we’re going to do. Do you need a ride home?”
You blink at him, “I’m going home?”
“You are,” he nods softly, “Do you need a ride?”
“No.”
He nods again, more like he’s working through something in his head. “Okay. You’re going to go home and think through what you want. If you decide you want to, come back here next Saturday.” he stands up, extending his hand out to you, “Then you can let me know what else you want and we can get to work on that too.”
You start to shake your head, “I can—”
He drops his chin seriously, “Think on it.”
You relent easily, taking his hand and coming to a stand.
“Alright?” Again, his question is genuine. He does really want to know if you’re on board with this plan.
Already going against his request, you agree without a thought, “Okay.”
He starts to lead you back over to the garden door with a head nod and a kind smile.
It ultimately was not a decision you had to think very hard on.
You’d considered every scenario of how this could play out and none of them ended with regret as far as you could guess.
You’ll still admit though, there was one scenario you had missed, apparently, which is why you were immeasurably confused when you showed up and he invited you to play chess.
He’s not wearing a fancy three piece suit this time, but his clothes are still very nice. With the sunlight peeking through the windows, you’re able to see the manor more clearly than you had been the other night. It really is a beautiful home, clearly very old and charmed, but there’s a lot of little details of character and history scattered around. There’s portraits and photographs of his parents from when he was young and furniture decorated with trinkets all throughout, kept absolutely spotless and dust free. Everything is neat and tidy but there’s still traces of the house being lived in with the patched throw pillows and worn carpets. Still, it’s very, very placid.
You’ve met new money plenty of times over the course of dealing with countless businessmen for Mr. Mullins but old money is something entirely different. You don’t really have a frame of reference here. New money is almost always brash and demanding, they like things done quickly and correctly the first time around. They’re usually not very interested in hearing what you have to say (even if it would save them a lot of trouble) and prefer it when the assistants women keep their mouths shut. Bruce has proven to be very different from these standards already and you’re not sure where to begin with placing new ones.
You’re about halfway through a second game, and while you’re not awful at chess, you get the impression that he’s easing up on you considerably.
You sit on the floor in front of a short coffee table, the game having no clear lead so far.
“I think this is stressing me,” you mumble, no actual weight behind your words.
“It’s just chess,” he says, not looking up from the board.
You watch him move his knight forward as you ask, “And that’s all we’re doing?”
“As it stands, yes,” he looks up at you, though you don’t return his gaze.
“Yeah,” you sigh, sliding your rook, “But later?”
“Later?”
“Well, you said...” you meet his eyes, “You said you wanted to sleep with me.”
He nods slowly, “I do. Is that alright?”
You consider it for a moment. You already knew that, if you really weren’t okay with it you wouldn’t have come here. And yeah, the idea makes you a little shaky, but in a good way.
“Yes,” you tell him, moving your queen forward two spaces.
“Are you sure?” he presses, moving to sit on the side of the table rather than behind it.
You do the same, sitting on your knees. “Yeah, I just..” you shift your weight, eyes wandering. “I’m not…overly experienced.”
He just smiles at that, like it’s endearing. Your words didn’t quite convey your meaning but your tone did. In any case, he understands the implication. “That’s alright, sweetheart. I’m not going to throw you in the deep end.”
You nod, looking down again.
“You’re nervous,” he comments.
“No, I’m—I mean, maybe,” your voice is barely a murmur by the end of the sentence.
He’s quiet for a moment, observing the way you fiddle with your rings. “What if we get you something pretty to wear? Something that makes you feel pretty. Whatever you want.”
He fishes his wallet out of his pocket, opening and pulling out a lump of cash without even looking. He holds the money out to you wordlessly and you can see from the bill on the outside that it’s at least a couple hundred dollars.
You shake your head instantly, “I can’t take that.”
He doesn’t put the money down but his eyes turn to begging. “Please. I just want you to feel good.”
“Bruce—”
He wavers a bit at that but it’s more of a falter than you’ve seen from him before so it’s easy to take notice of. “What?”
He shrugs barely, “I like when you say my name.”
Your eye contact holds for a moment and your resolve starts to shake almost instantly.
You exhale, “I’m not taking more than a hundred.”
“Two hundred.”
“Bruce.”
He smiles and picks out some of the cash and pockets it, handing you the rest. You don’t comment on the fact that it’s a hundred and fifty more than you’d agreed on.
You look down at the money in your hand like it’s a foreign object, shaking your head. “I don’t even know what to get.”
His thumbs start to rub reassuring circles by the bend of your knees, “Anything you want,” he tells you. “What do you like? Silk, lace, cotton, anything.”
You look up, tilting your head at him with a furrowed brow. “It doesn’t matter what I like, th—”
“It only matters what you like,” He says seriously, lowering himself to meet your gaze. “I’ll love it, no matter what you pick. Don’t worry about that.”
You lean forward a bit instinctually, “Okay.”
His eyes scan across your face in something that you can only recognize as awe.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper.
“I want to kiss you again,” he says, voice even quieter.
Your eyes go to his mouth and you can only manage a nod, lips already parted.
He moves forward not a second later, kissing you with more fire than you’d gotten to see the other night. His hands grab at your waist, squeezing lightly as you hook one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
You hear the clatter of chess pieces falling over as he moves nearer to you, large frame leaning over you. You push up on your knees, meeting his lips up at his level. His hands caress around your hips as the kiss gets deeper.
You just start to fumble with the hem of his shirt when he takes your hands in his, pulling them away before breaking the kiss.
“Easy, sweet girl,” he smiles, nudging you back with little force.
You groan, “Why?”
He barks out a laugh at that, stroking your hips again. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”
“Then let's go somewhere else,” you nod up towards the stairs.
He shakes his head, that soft smile still playing on his lips. “Not tonight.”
You sit back on your heels again, frowning.
He brushes your hair back, murmuring, “No. But for now, I'll kiss you ‘til you can’t think if that’s what you want.”
You really hope you didn’t perk up at that as much as you think you did.
part two
🌾🌽 i heard a rumor that if you like without reblogging your crops will be cursed but hey what do i know 🌾🌽
☆ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.
☆ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆
Bruce was a busy man. A billionaire CEO, Gotham’s protector, and a single father to a hoard of emotionally volatile vigilantes. He understood the concept of being busy better than anyone.
That didn’t mean he liked it when it applied to you.
It had started simple. You’d been swamped with work, deadlines looming over you like a guillotine, and Bruce had been hovering. At first, it was subtle. A lingering gaze as you typed. The occasional brush of fingers when he brought you coffee. A deep, expectant silence as he stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting.
But then—then—it became insufferable.
"I'm working, Bruce," you mumbled, not even looking up from your laptop.
"You need to rest." His voice was that signature Batman growl, but you waved him off.
"I will. After this."
Wrong answer.
Bruce closed your laptop with a single, slow motion. The weight of his gaze was almost suffocating.
"Hey!" You tried to reopen it, but he placed a large, firm hand over the top.
"You’re done for the night."
"No, I'm not—"
"Yes. You are."
You glared at him. He stared back, completely unaffected. It was a battle of wills.
But then—because he’s a manipulative bastard—his hands slid to your shoulders, massaging the tension away with frustrating expertise. You let out an involuntary sigh. Damn him.
Before you could protest, he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head.
"Take a break sweetheart."
"But—"
"I’ll make you a deal," he murmured, leaning down, lips brushing against your ear. "You take a break, come upstairs with me, and I won’t disable the WiFi for the rest of the night."
Your head snapped toward him. "You wouldn’t dare."
Bruce just raised a brow.
He absolutely would.
In the end, you found yourself naked in his arms on the bed, completely trapped as he murmured sweet nothing in your ear.
— DICK GRAYSON ⋆
Dick is like a giant, overly muscular golden retriever with abandonment issues.
Which meant the moment you got busy and stopped giving him the attention he craved, he went through the five stages of grief.
Denial — "She’s just busy. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine." (Narrator: He was not fine.)
Anger — "Okay, but I’m literally her boyfriend??? Hello??? Where is my affection???"
Bargaining — "If you look at me for five seconds, I’ll do that thing you like—"
Depression — soft sighing noises in the background
Acceptance (fake) — "It’s okay. I didn’t need love anyway. I’ll just wither away like a Victorian child—"
At first, he tried the cute approach. He flopped dramatically onto the couch beside you, big blue eyes blinking up at you as he scooted closer.
"Hey."
"Hi," you muttered, not looking up from your paperwork.
"You’re working hard," he said, smiling.
"Yep."
"So hard."
"Mhm."
"...you wanna take a break?" He grinned, nudging you. "Maybe cuddle? Or make out? Or stare into each other's eyes for an unhealthy amount of time?"
You patted his cheek absentmindedly. "Not now, babe."
He rested his chin on your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. "I miss you."
You huffed a laugh. "Dick, I’m right here."
"Are you, though?" He suddenly was Infront of you, forcing you to face him. His arms came around you, caging you in as he pouted. "This is how close we should be."
You rolled your eyes. "Dick, I need to finish this."
"Finish me first," he said with a wiggle of his brows.
"Get out."
And that was when Dick entered his menace era.
Suddenly, your papers were gone.
Like, vanished.
"Richard," you said slowly, "where are my papers?"
"Who’s Richard?" he said, all faux innocence as he stretched his long arms behind his head.
You narrowed your eyes. "Pretty boy."
"Yes, angel?"
"My papers."
"Ohhh. Those." He grinned. "Guess you'll have to catch me if you want them back."
And just like that, he bolted.
You didn’t even chase him. You just texted Alfred. Five minutes later, he walked back in, grumbling, and handed you your papers like a scolded child.
— JASON TODD ⋆
Jason liked to pretend he don't like your attention.
But the moment you started prioritizing anything else? He was intolerable.
At first, he played it cool. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you work. Casual. Aloof. The picture of patience.
But then—then—you didn’t look up. Didn’t even glance his way.
And suddenly, Jason Todd, Red Hood, walking crime deterrent, was pouting.
"Whatcha doin’?"
"Work."
"How long you gonna be doin’ that?"
"A while."
"...so you’re just gonna sit there? Ignore me?"
"Jay," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "I love you, but please."
"Oh, please?" His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Damn. Didn’t know I was just a piece of meat to you, doll."
You groaned. "Jason."
"Jason," he mocked, deepening his voice dramatically. "God. You don’t even see me anymore. I could drop dead and you wouldn’t notice."
Without another word you just go back to work.
Just. Like. That.
He just watched you. Then he sighed loudly.
Nothing.
He groaned dramatically.
Still nothing.
Jason’s eye twitched.
Then, without warning, he snatched your laptop and slammed it shut.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Jason’s arms came around your chair, trapping you in place as he leaned in close, emerald eyes narrowed. "You forgot about me."
You blinked. "Jason—"
"Forgot. About. Me." He spoke slowly, as if the words physically pained him.
You gaped. "I was working!"
"You weren’t paying attention to me," he corrected.
You sighed. "Jason, you’re being dramatic—"
"Dramatic?!" He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. "Doll, you wound me."
You shot him a glare. "Do you need something?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "My bitch."
And then this giant of a man literally collapsed onto you, throwing himself across your lap like a spoiled cat.
"Jay—you're heavy!"
"Guess you’ll just have to hold me, then."
— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆
Damian doesn’t ask for attention.
He demands it.
So when you started ignoring him, he didn’t pout like Dick, or whine like Jason.
No.
Damian stared.
Silently.
Unblinkingly.
For hours.
You had been working on something—completely oblivious to his growing impatience—finally you sighed and stretched—only to nearly jump out of your chair when you saw Damian standing in the shadows like some lurking cryptid.
"Jesus, Damian! You scared me!"
He tilted his head slightly, green eyes dark and unreadable. "You didn’t notice me?"
"...No?" You frowned, feeling a shiver run down your spine at his intense stare.
Damian’s frown deepened. That was unacceptable. You always noticed him. He always knew when you were in a room, and he expected the same.
You turned back to your laptop, completely oblivious to the way Damian’s jaw tensed.
"Take a break."
"…Damian."
"You are neglecting me."
Your eye twitched. "Neglecting?"
"Tt. I have been here for three hours."
That made you pause. "...you've been standing there the entire time?"
He didn't answer. He just stared.
"Okay, that’s creepy."
"Hn." He walked over, standing directly beside you. "You will cease working now."
You let out an exasperated sigh. "Or what?"
Silence.
Then—your laptop was gone.
Like, just gone.
"Damian—!"
"You have no choice now," he said simply, kneeling before you with a pleased expression. "Now bless me with your lips beloved."
You later found your laptop in the bat cave. Behind five layers of security. It took you hours to get it back.
(*^*)cont: mentions of unaliving, car sex, unprotected sex, reader has female parts, body parts mentioned, pet names(pretty, good girl), sex after break up, slight argument, masturbation(m), most likely inaccurate car sex
‘Why were you here?’ You internal groaned, mentally feeling the pain of kicking yourself in the rear. Your grumbled into the coffee mug currently holding a hot drink Suguru offered you as you waited for the rain to subside “I can drive you, if you want” you jumped at the sudden brake in the hushed room, his voice quiet and deep, filling the silent area “the rain isn’t going to stop for another hour” he added, watching your brows draw near as you looked back at the window, harsh raindrops counting to pelt down on the glass tauntingly as if daring you to accept his offer. “Sure”
The car was silent, stead for the soft roar of his vehicle and rain “you look…good” he sighed at his weak attempt to fill the silence and you scoffed “don’t” “you do” you gave him a warning glance before shaking your head and turning your attention back to the window where you watched fallen rain slid down the glass. You looked like shit. Your hair was up, still damp from getting caught in the rain; it appeared the forecast was wrong today. Your shirt clung to your skin causing goosebumps to form and chills to go through your body, and in the weeks that followed your break up with Suguru you didn’t sleep all that well.
~
You had started cleaning and throwing away any reminder of Geto from your apartment, a picture he took of himself and you on your first date to the cherry blossom festival. After he took it he told you he’d delete it at your request if you went on a second date with him. You remembered him holding your hand the whole time as to not lose you to the bustling crowd all around, you remember framing the photo and placing it on your kitchen counter, now the glass was cracked and the whole thing thrown in the trash. An oversized plush he got you from a rigged fair game, he spent a half an hour trying to get it for you after he caught your eyes looking at it for a second too long, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were looking at something else. You picked up the white stuffy, your eyes traveling to what was behind it. Momiko’s doll, which is how you ended up here, stuck in close counters with your ex.
Your mind focused on the memories you shared with him, where had all that love gone? No where. That was the answer, because under your fear the love in your heart was still resident, just barred.
He stopped, putting his car in park in front of your house, not unlocking the doors yet. “I miss you. If you just let me explain we can work this out and-“ “talk?” You interrupted, voice louder than intent. You ferried your brows “there is no talking Suguru, there is no ‘working this out” you faced forward, rubbing your face in your hands before looking at something, anything that wasn’t him “how can we ever work things out…knowing what you do, knowing what your goal is?” Your voice quieted and your eyes eventually found his “you're trying to kill all non sorcerers…I’m a non sorcerer Suguru!” You watch his face pain, turning into shock and confusion “I would never” his hand came up to your face, cradling it gently and you hated how you leaned into him “ever hurt you y/n” your head casted down before Suguru picked your head up to face him again and without warning he kissed you. Longing, wanting for so long, gentle and sweet. His other hand came up and pushed you closer to him, not wanting to let you escape for a second time. His hands went to the back of your head, turning yours with his and deepening the passant kiss.
Your hands hesitantly came to either side of his face and he pushed into you, craving your soft touch for so so long. He was touch starved and it was showing, the way he moaned into the kiss as you moved your hand to his hair.
He breathed out, eyes flickering to your pink lips before coming forward again, roughly biting and clashing his lips to yours, it was rushed and frantic.
Your mouth slipped open for him and he slid his tongue in, the taste of green tea fresh on his tongue. His hands gripped your hips tighter and within seconds you were gently lifted and placed onto his lap, his legs spreading for you and pushing you harder onto him. You hugged his hips with your thighs, combing your fingers through his soft hair, catching his hair tie and pulling it out gently, your lips still clinging to his. You pulled away just barely and you had to stop yourself from going in a second time when Suguru chased your lips in desperatarity, wanting -needing- yours upon his again. You swallowed, it’s been too long since you touched him. Your hands slid out of his black locks and made way for his belt, not being able to look in his eyes as you fumbled to unlatch the piece of leather stopping him from filling you with his dick. He took your hands in his and took his belt off, throwing it to the side and you swallowed. Within another moment your shirt was unbuttoned, skirt pushed high up and your underwear ripped off, unnoticed by you, placed in his glove department.
He placed his index and thumb firmly on your chin and forced you to look at him as he stroked his cock, his fist fucking him as he kept his gaze on yours, unblinking. He smiled, his swollen red mushroom tip sliding up and down your hole, your eyes slipping closed and hands going to his shoulder as you waited for him to fuck his dick into you.
“Look at me” your brows ferried and your eyes opened at his soft demand “if you close your eyes again or look away I’ll stop, understand?” You slightly groaned but nodded your head “use your words pretty” a little groan slipped out of you at the use of the nickname -your nickname “yes” “good girl” his tip stopped at your entrance and he sucked in a breath as your heat surrounded his dick, he almost couldn’t contain his half sided smile as he looked up at you, bring your chest to his own as both of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist “you haven’t been touched in a while, huh?” He teased, you fought the desire to barry your face in his shoulder by the threat he’d stop if your gaze were to unlock from his, your face feeling hot. “No other dick was good enough for you?” He questioned.
You squirmed and he finally, finally lifted you up with his hands on your waist, your muscles contracting and squeezing around only his tip. You both let out sounds of pleasure as he slammed you down on his cock. Your hand came up to the roof of the car to prevent your hand from hitting it, squeezing Geto’s shoulder with the other hand as he filled your guts with every slam your hips came to his.
He held you up by your hips now, fucking up into you, the position having his cock hitting in the most perfect places every time he pulled out of you. You pushed out a breath, shutting your eyes as he fucked your g-spot “r-right there” “you seemed to have forgotten what I said” his hips slowed and you tried to suppress the whine that slipped out of your lips “no no don’t s-“ “then keep those eyes on me”
He gripped your sides tighter, bringing a hand up to hold your jaw fermaily with his fingers to keep your sights solely on him as his hips met yours in brutal pleasure. The car filled with skin slapping skin and yours and Suguru’s unsuppressed moans and groans. Suguru fucked your pussy mercesly, his speedy fucking turning into deep and long strokes, his dick sliding against your wet insides and you groaned as his hand left your jaw and started to toy with the sensitivity of your pretty little clit.
“Fuck- agh. Sometimes you don’t think, you know that?” He groaned as your cunt squeezed him “always so quick to act” he rammed into you, and hard, causing it difficult to focus on his words rather than his dick that demanded your attention “if you had just come to me and told me what was wrong, I would have told you I would never lay a hand on you” he pushed you towards him, your chest to his “you will always be my one and only exception. Instead, you ran away after hearing me talk to my assistant about my goal and-“ thrust “broke up with me” another thrust, emphasizing each word that left him with a brutally rough slam to your hips “over. Fucking. Text.” “I’m cumming” you managed to choke out. He continued to fuck you, a hand gripping the back of your head and pulling you into a kiss, swallowing every moan you breathed out.
He pulled out and soon you came down from your high, your forehead leaning against his. He kissed you again, this time sweeter. “I wish you’d talked to me” his hands held both sides of your face gently as he spoke. “I know” “I miss you, you know that? Come home with me, where we can talk properly”
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Geto
he shifted the bags in his hands, shoulder up to his chin to hold his phone in between as it continued to ring only for it to go to voicemail...again. Pocketing the phone he grabbed the key card and swiped it into the lock of the door, opening it with his free hand.
he noticed two things once he walked in, one: you weren't on your bed and two: the bathroom door was opened, revealing you; completely naked from the waist up, you're perfect boobs on display for his eyes alone. He quickly turned away and -not so discreetly- cleared his throat, letting you know that he was in the hotel room.
throwing a shirt on, no bra, you stepped out of he bathroom "you got takeout?" He nodded, sitting on the edge of a nearby table. You stepped closer, hand coming up to grab the bag in his, your touch lingering longer then necessary "thank you." He tried not to let his eyes wander, not to let them travel down to your perked nipples and plush tits -only covered with the thin fabric of your shirt; but he failed and you noticed, stepping back and putting the food on the nearest bed you stepping closer to him again "sooo..." you started, fingers coming up and playing with the hem of Suguru's black jacket "how long do you think this mission will take?" You asked, hands now coming further up to rub up and down his chest "I'm" he paused for a moment thinking about how he has a hard-on just from your tits against his chest "I'm not sure" "guess" you leaned closer, lips coming up to press softly at the spot of his skin right where his ear ended and jaw begin. He let out a chuckle before he pulled you away with hands on your hips, looking down looking down at you as you gazed back at him through your lashes as you batted them, a smirk evident on your features. He chuckled again with eyes closed, you smiled at his closed eye state and pressed your lips to his in a quick open mouth kiss before you pulled away, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth before completely separating from his warmth. He took a moment to breath when your eyes traveled down to his erection and came back up with a seductive look in your eyes; not a moment later did he waste s he pulled you back to him and crashed his lips to yours.
You kissed him back instantly, his grip tightening on your hips as your tongue slid in his mouth. You stumbled backwards as Geto walked to a nearby wall, mouth still suffocating yours as his tongue now entered your mouth. He hooked his hands under your thighs and picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his midsection as you got pinned against the wall "I don't have a condom" "it's ok"
"F-fuck" he fisted the wooden headboard, trying his best not to lose his control and fuck you like he's been wanting to for who knows how long, but damn you were making it hard for him not to turn you around and make it impossible for you to walk for the next two days. The way you tugged his hair whenever he thrusted a little to hard, the way your pussy fluttered around his cock when he pulled out untill only the tip was left in your weeping cunt just to thrust back into you in full, all of it was intoxicating for him. He pulled out; his hands going from your waist to your legs, bringing them both up and over his shoulders then leaning forward, the sting of having your thighs against your chest and stomach spreading in the entirety of your legs, but god he was gonna go even deeper now. He pressed his tip to your clit, spreading both his pre cum and your own arousal before he forced his dick back into the warmness of your tight walls without warning and repeated his cruel pace of hard and quick thrust with his heavy cock; he spread your legs impossibly further apart, pushing your thick thighs more closer to your chest ''ah G-geto" you chocked out "slow-s!" Your face flushed, so much pressure building in your gut it could burst any second. Thrust after thrust he didn't let up, wet sloppy sounds and your choke whimpers and pleads for the black haired man to slow down filled the otherwise quiet room. A hand went to your throat, squeezing before letting go and lifting up your chin to suck on your flesh as his other hand groped your clit, fingers moving skillfully and rubbing the small sensitive bud "I'm-I'm gonna cum" you managed to say through thick moans.
Soon after you were spilling your sticky juices all over his cock, coating the base and his balls with your cum and before long he mimicked your orgasm; ropes and robes of his milky white seed spilling into your pussy, making a creampie out of your cunt.
"S-shit, sorry" he groaned out, pulling his long shaft out of you "I'll pull out next time" "n-next time?" Your hands were lifted above your head as you got flipped over, ass being pulled up and into the air as the man behind angled himself to your entrance once again.
Sukuna
He stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the wall staring at your necket form while you cleaned yourself passed the half fogged glass door of the shower. He was there for a while more before his first hit the wooden door in a repetitive slow knock until you turned and noticed him. The sound of his chuckel mixed with the sound of water hitting the porcelain tube at you trying to cover your indecent form. You opened the sliding door "s-sukuna get out!" He quirked a brow "you dare demand me around woman?" He walked up to you, fully opening the shower door and grabbing your wrist to pull you flush against him "don't think I don't know what you were trying to accomplish leaving the door open. Trying to suduce me like that? You should know you place, human" he finished by your ear, bitting and tugging on it as he regained personal space "and you were doing so well tsk tsk" his eyes roamed your body before going back to your face "no matter, I'll have to fuck your manners into you then"
Grabbing your wet hair and pullong you in for a deep kiss, tongue immediately pushing past your lips nd going in your mouth. His hands wandered all over your necked body, going from your neck to your breast, going down to your pussy and fondling you. He gripped your hair and tugged your head back, making a whine excape from your throat, his tongue roamed your neck, suck licking and biting at any exposed piece of flesh. He picked you up by your waist, legs wrapping around his so as to not fall, he walked you back to the room and dropped you on the bed causing your tits to bounce with your weight. "Turn around" he demanded deeply as he began to take off his clothes.
"your close, I can feel your pretty pussy tightening around me like a vice" he groaned into your ear, leaning his body weight over you and pressing his cock further into you gut "ah-su" you gasped not managing to get the full sentence out as your breath got taken away; his large hands grabbed your jaw tilting your head back to meet him halfway in an immediate heated kiss, tongue fighting and teeth bitting as he devoured you with his mouth. His dick pulled out of you and the moment you started to protest he flipped you over, now facing him, he pushed his cock back into you as quick as he pulled it out. "Fuck Sukuna!" Your nails dug into the flesh of his back as his hands pushed you thighs farther apart causing pain before it disappeared in pleasure as he pushed deeper than before into your tight little cunt "I'm gonna cum Kuna" he moaned into you at your words, tongue farting out to lick the salty tears that fell freely to your cheek and began stimulating your clit with hash circles. Arching your back you cam hard on the man's dick with a whimpering moan, his thrusts only getting faster as you finished. Latch onto on of your perked nipples he sucked roughly, edging closer and closer to his own impending orgasm "Fuck" his hand moved to grip at your hips harder, cum smearing across your insides and leaking out as he continued to pump in and out of your guts. He pulling out a moment later, relishing in the way his milky cream seeped out of you "hum" he hummed with contemptment a small smirk evident on his face "I think it's time to put you mouth to use, on your knees human"
Gojo
he had it perfectly planned out, you left outside to take a call, he was going to leave the bathroom door open as he showered so you would see what could be yours for a night -or two- and he would finally get to fuck you. Only one problem, you were taking a lifetime. The man hand already taken his hour long shower, dried his hair, and ordered room service -which got there surprisingly fast- and you were still not back, he felt like a child whose parents left him at a grocery store after throwing a fit about a toy they said no about.
His arms stayed snugly on his chest while his head leand back and rested over the rolling chair he was sitting on, his legs pushing mindlessly at the ground, propelling back and forth in the hotel room, a unplayed movie acting like background music. He perked up at the sound of the door opening from behind him ''hey you called to him, he hummed in acknowledgment as he got in his previous position before you opened the door "Suguru says hi by the way" he made a displeased sound and you let out a short laughas you shrugged off your jacket and put it up, making you lr way over to the clearly pouting ma, putting both your hands on the back of his chair and stopping his movements. "You put on a movie" you stated the obvious as you looked down at him "yeah...though I didn't have any plans on watch it" "what does that even mean?" You asked, pushing off the chair and going to sit down on one of the two beds. He looked back at you with a gaze that said 'really' you laughed, plugging in your charger then phone "and for some reason I thought I was being obvious" he said dramatically "you were actually, Suguru snitched too" "shouda kept my mouth shut" "maybe" putting your arms behind your head you laid back "sooo" "so?" You repeated him, going to lean on your elbows instead "so you wanna-" "play the movie Saturo"
"Ah fuuuck" he groaned into your neck as you continued to bounce on his harck cock, he pulled you closer, arms wrapping around your back and bring you flush against him, your arms tightned around his neck as you hit your sweet spot "shit" you moaned, reaching a place deep within you that made you shudder under Saturo's touch, bring yourself closer and closer to your bliss with every second you rode him. His back pushed further into the headboard as you fisted it using that to ground yourself because surly if you let go you would float away.
"I-I'm I'm cumming!" You moaned his name, drawing out every syllable as you painted his cock with your cum and began slowing to a stop. There was a moment of silence as you caught your breath before you looked down where the two of you connected then looked back at Saturo "you didn't cum yet" you worded it more like a statement than a question but Saturo still answered with a confused 'no' ''it's fine though" he told the truth, your cum was more than enough for him -at least for right now-. You slid him out of you, getting on your back and looking at him expectingly before he smiled back at you, dick still hard as he got on top of you "you gonna let me eat you out after this?" "Don't push it Saturo"
Part 1-Choso, ino, Nanami
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you leave the door open when you shower part 1-jjk
Part 2
Part 1-choso, Nanami, ino
Part 2-???
Warnings ⚠️-cumming, mentions of chocking, hotel sex, blow job, reader getting their back blow out, reader has a 😺, shower sex, slight masterbation, spelling errors, 18+
Note- comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading❤️👍🏼👍🏼 haven't posted in a while but thank you all for the notes and follows.
Choso
water dripped down every curve of your body, steam from the shower traveling out of the bathroom through the partly opened door partnered with the smell of your body wash, loud and inviting, filling the rooms with your scent.
Ten minutes into your shower you heard the muffled sounds of a door opening, closing, then locking. Choso paused at the potent smell, the scent that smelled exactly like you. "Choso?" you called, making the man walk and turn the corner only to find that the door to the bathroom was cracked widely open, "yeah?" he replied after a bit of silence "do you mind grabbing me my shampoo from my bag?choso blinked before turning around and looking at the set bag that was on your "dibs" bed "...okay." Walking over and ignoring the strange feeling in his gut, he opened it but what he saw was the shampoo, instead it was a pair of your underwear, light blue and lacey, the feeling immediately coming back and going to his- "choso?" you called again, he moved the material slowly and took out the colorful bottle and knocked on the door "come in". At that he paled even more than he already was; you wanted him to go in while you were indecent? And for a moment choso pondered on the feeling in his pants, he was honestly worried out by his this new human body because he never felt like this when he was a curse. He walked in and swallowed at the sight of your body through the thin plastic, which was the only thing that separated him from you. You peaked your head from around the shower curtain suddenly, handing the shampoo to you he couldn't help himself from staring at the exposure of your neck, wet and soapy "thank you" your voice seem to break him from his trance "you're welcome" he wasn't sure what was going on but he felt embarrassed?, deprived, needy, and despite your state he was the one feeling vulnerable "can I-I mean do you mind.. if I join you?" he asked unintentionally innocent.
you moaned, your shower being long forgotten, choso picked one of your legs up and fucked into you at an unsteady rythem. Choso going so deep the air in your lungs practically being forced out causing breathless whimpers to mix in with the water hitting your bodies. "Is this good? Am I doing it right?" Choso was no better, moaning louder than you as you took his virginity, pussy hoping to never let him go as it squeezed around him every time he pulled out to the tip before framing his dick up your wet hole again and again and again "yesyesyes, don't stop!" Your nails clawed down his pecs from his shoulders, continuing their descend to your clit and rub it as your body was building up an orgasm "what are you doing" his curiosity spoke loud "it helps" you breathe out "with an orgasm" "that's a good, right? can I try" shaking your head yes, your hand going to his wrist to guide his pace. "something's happening" choso moaned out, and with that being the only warning, choso's hot cum being fucked into you followed by your own orgasm. But he didn't stop, only speeding up more and more forcing you both into oversimulation "why- you plan this didn't you?" He asked into your ear, still pumping himself into you harder as he leaned his forehead into the crook of your neck "do this again, please"
Nanami
Nanami pressed his back harder into the headboard everytime he pictured your naked body beyond the crack of the door, not even 10 minutes ago he entered the hotel room and going straight to the bathroom only to stop right before it and see you're sitting figure on the tub turning the water on only wearing underwear
he felt sick, like a pervert for getting a hard on like this for his coworker, for his friend. He tried to ignore the aching feeling and the small wet spot on his pants caused by pre-cum. He took off his shirt and belt, deciding that he'll take a shower in the morning instead and hoping that by the time you returned from the shower he's asleep, slipping off his pants and sighing at the slight friction that was given to his desperate dick, he didn't hear the softness of your bare feet come out of the bathroom, nor see your figure peeking out from the corner. "Nanami?" you called quietly, he turned around quickly completely apone hearing you, forgetting his half-necked state, he paused, the first thing he noticed was your hair wet and hanging down some framing your face, second, the visibility of the small of your neck down to your collar bone to your chest that was covered in a towel, nipples poking the fabric, and third, one of your legs peeking out as you leaned your half necked figure around the corner. Nanami had to suppress and moan, clearing his throat and asking what you needed slightly blushing from your and his state of clothing or like there of; he turned his head to look at the shirt sitting atop your bag that you requested. Swallowing the lump in his throat because there was no way you didn't notice the massive bulge in his underwear, he grabbed it and walked up to you, a little too closer than necessary, his eyes seem to be filled with frustration as your scent only made him realize his desire for you and what he can't hav. You stepped around the corner, now almost chest to chest with the man, making his eyes descend and mouth go agape. You dropped your towel and took your shirt from his hand. "Thank you, Nanami"
He groaned and gritted, eyes shut and concentrating not to be too loud because next door was bound to hear his sounds of pleasure, his hand went up to his face and dragged it down stopping before his mouth. He peered down at you with slim eyes, sat nicely on your knees slightly bent forward and completely naked as you try to take him full, struggling and gagging with just how big he was. A moan slipped, quiet and small, but enough to have you peeling up at him from below and you slowly slid his cock down your throat again. The action causing him to warn you of his upcoming white hot orgasm before his seed shot into the back of your throat in multiple strands, you swallowed then wiped your mouth with the back of your wrist, looking up at him with a smile about to say something smug before he began to talk first.
"My turn"
Ino
He tried to ignore it, he did, the sound of your moans, muffled from the steaming water as you pleasured yourself, the feeling of his pants getting uncomfortably tight, but every time he distracted himself your moans seem to be more potent inside his head. When he gave up he started to imagine how exactly were you touching yourself, were you rubbing circles on your clit? Were you teasing yourself? What were you thinking about? Were your fingers buried deep in your sweet pussy walls.? If it was him he'd do whatever you desired, overstimulation or edging you, before he could stop he was playing with himself with the thought of you, rubbing his bulge to the speed of your moans, then he stopped, head turning to the crack door. It felt so wrong, he didn't want to be here, pathetically touching himself and wishing it was you, he wanted to be there and make you feel good, fuck you and treat you so well you never forget him whether you wanted him to pound you like he hated you or show how he feels about you by going nice and gentle. He'd kiss your forehead, his hand coming up and wrapping it around your throat not hard enough to cause you to lose oxygen flow but enough for you to remember that it's there as his hips slam into you, cock going deeper each time and making your orgasm hit hard and the wind being temporarily knocked out of you; he'd fuck you for as long as you wanted and pull as many orgasms out of you as you needed, but, he would never actually have the confidence to go into that bathroom that he knew was left open on purpose. He didn't notice the sound of water being shut off or the sound of you walking out the bathroom, nor notice you were standing in the doorway with nothing on but a way to big graphic t-shirt, but the sound of his name and the way it rolled off your tongue seem to snap him out of his trance.
"Ino?" you questioned, when he turned he didn't expect your face to look confused and a little...hurt? And he definitely didn't expect you to be half-dressed. You walked over to him and sat on your hamstrings right next to his legs as you faced him, your legs slightly open and you notice the way a small moan escaped him as his eyes darted down between your legs. You spoke quietly and he could have missed it if it wasn't for the deep quiet of the room, he noticed that the disappointed expression didn't falter as your words told him you left the door open on purpose, despite already know this his mouth open and closing. Taking his silence as rejection, you got up and headed to your own bed before a hand grab your wrist, pressing his body plush against your back as both of his arms came up and rapped themselves around your middle waist. "Don't go" he was quiet with his words as if he'd scare you off if he spoke any louder "you didn't come in the bathroom when I left it open" you said, playing with the hem of your T-shirt "I know.. give me another chance?"
You were on your back, his arms hooked under your legs as he held them close to your chest from apart "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" You practically screamed, then incredible feeling of your stomach tightening and fluttering making you moan in contentment, his dick hitting so deep and itching all the perfect angles. His hand dropping from one of your legs and to instead play with your forgotten clit just like he imagined minutes ago, he peppered kisses over your face and gave you praise after praise, telling you that it won't be long until you're coming on his cock again, saying that he's going to fill you up so nicely if you let him.
" fuck, pleasepleaseplease go out with me I don't- don't just want to fuck you, I want to be yours please. I'm gonna cum, can I do it inside?" with allowed moan from the both of you, you came together, not stopping and instead pushing his cum deeper inside you. The neighbors was definitely going to have a few complaints in the morning.
Part 2
Comment who you want in part two if you want to, and as always thank you for reading have a nice day 🌞 nigh 🌝 and evening 🌆
warnings ⚠️-smut, dirty talk, alcohol, unprotected sex, spanking like once, hair pulling, the word whore not directed at reader though. I'm not proof reading this.
Note-this is my first time actually writing a smut fic, I might make this multiple parts if I see this one doing good. And you are more then welcome to request, anyway! I hope you enjoy!
Blue eyes hid behind black glasses as they not so covertly admired every inch of your perfect body, wearing an outfit that so beautiful hugged it. He didn't even like drinking, in fact, he hated the taste of it but he was starting to think his friend dragging him to a club wasn't such a terrible idea now; Gojo made his way over to you the smile painted on his face grew wider the closer he got to you. Normally Gojo waits for people to come to him, and they do, but with the exception being you was making him walk his way to you as you pretended not to see him, continuing to swing your hips around in time with every beat of the overly loud music.
No words were exchange between the two of you only soft touching and long-lasting stairs before ever so gentle hands grabbed your hips and brought them closer to his, smile deepening when your hands traveled from his chest, to his shoulders, to his hair, now moving your body with his.
The room was hot, the taste of liquor potent on your tongue, fingers touching the softness of his white hair, body grinding on the hardness of his bulge every time someone bumps into either of you, and breathless words leaving his kissed swollen lips as he whispers in your ear words for you and you only
"let's get out of here"
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''ah ah ah ah! Ahhh~" you moaned into his chest as his hands moved your body up and down his twitching dick where you sat atop him on his chair. Another orgasm rushed through you, body getting impossibly hotter and breath more uneven, your body reacting before your liquid laced his already wet dick. Your hand weakly grabbed on his wrist, a wasted attempt at stopping him as he continued to rock your hips "w-wait" "need a brake? Talked a big game earlier, what's changed now? Am I too big for your tight little hole?" "...ye..." "What was that?~" he brought your face to his "I can't hear you" that smile of his that drew you in returned. You groaned softly, when you met him his soft features, bright smile, and his gentle 'may I buy you a drink?' Didn't prepare you for the rough sex and mind blowing orgasms he handed to you, surely a wolf in sheeps clothing.
He brought your hips impossibly harder down on his own making you squirm from the intense sensation of over stimulation "you want me to stop? Doesn't seem like that's what your pussy wants" a hand landed on your ass harshly, causing it to jiggle and for you to slide up his dick, even more so stimulating your wet hole "ahh" "well?" He waited for your response, his hand rubbed the not slightly stinging flesh "tell me what you want" he pulled on your ear before kissing down your jawline to your lips then nibbling on the bottom one "you can do it, tell how big my dick is, how is streaches you all the way open, tell me how you want me to fuck you" he was babbling now, so so close, only needing a single push to get him to spill his seed like the whore he is "f-fuck, you want my cum? Want me to cum inside you?" It sounded more like a beg then a question as fingers locked between the strands of your hair and tugged "yesyesyes" he thrusted up now, his hips colliding with yours unmerciful and sloppy, loud and anything but holy slapping noises coming from where the two of you would meet; painful in the best way possible and unable to stop, god you just felt good, too good, so he couldn't stop; not when he came the hardest he ever has, not when you were milking him this good, and certainly not when he started to over stimulate himself. His dick shooting out every last drop of his essence he had to offer and more. His hips slowly came to a stop, holding you up so his softened dick could come out, he set you on his lap again, breathing heavily. Your head rested lazily on his bear chest, hands sliding down to your sides completely wiped; untill you felt twitching, eyes widening just a bit, you pulled yourself back to looked at him whose eyes were trained on how his pearly white cum slowly dripped out of your cunt.
Easily picking you up and placing you on his bed "I don't suppose you go against the idea of round two, hum?" he whispered, smiling before propping your legs up and kissing down the softness of your neck, the roundness of your chest, to the perfection of your stumic, down between your thighs where his and your previous orgasms were seeping out of you. His long finger glided against your inner lips, hot wet tongue sticking out to suck softly on them before coming up and licking your beautifully swollen clit, fingers touching everywhere but where you're hoping they'll stay in pump full. You feel hot no doubt still intoxicated from the previous alcohol you've consumed, mouth wet from drool still sliding down your cheek, and a sence of greediness, surely you're going to hell for this sin of lust and greed; wanting hoping needing and praying to have his fingers next after receiving his cock and and now getting his tongue. You put your arm over your eyes and moaned softly
"I don't even know your name" he smiled up at you
"Gojo Saturo" he got up from his place knelt down and began to kiss along your collarbone, his fingers circling the area around your clit, teasing you, before giving you what you want in present generally than rubbing your sensitive ball. Entering you're more than willing home, his soft fingers moved caring inside your delicate pussy walls; nice and slowly slipping another lengthy finger in, making a pleasurable playground from your insides for the both of you. He pushed his knuckles deep, your moan muffled from your arm "god your so erotic" his free hand coming up to move your arm aside "suck me off, will ya?" "A-alright" you breathed out.
he crawled up and put his back against the headboard, sitting up you got on your knees and rested your hands on his plush thighs. Bending down and taking his pink tip in the warmth of your mouth, he blew out a soft breath. You took it iut and locked up the side frim the base, making sure to ever so lightly graze your teeth on his long vain. He breathed in a sharp playful "careful;" as you fit more of him past your lips his hips began to lightly buckle upward, you sucked in and took the rest of him in, your gagging causing vibrations to course throughout the man's body bringing out a high moan "didn't I tell you to be careful?" He smiled "you don't want to take more than you can handle and hurt that throat pretty girl" he said, hand coming up and resting on your head to guide your pace as you continued to suck him off "just like-ah-that, nice and slow" he leaned his head on the backboard, gaze still fixated on a fick between your lips, disappearing and reappearing with every downward motion you made. Taking it out of your mouth you pumped his cock, looking at him while licking up and down his base then taking your tongue lower and focusing on his neglected balls you licked one and took it into your mouth hallowing your cheeks softly making Gojo moan it anything but quite and bring him closer and closer with each swipe of your hot tongue. You pushed your legs together, getting some type of friction and being even more aroused from the lewd sounds Saturo was making.
Soon enough Gojo was pushing your head down further and bucking his hips up, lost in the pleasures you're perfectly wet mouth gave him, your tongue moved around and around his long dick that was practically busting with an anticipation of coming "fuuuuuckkk me. D-dont stop. Fuck I'm so close don't stop" he moaned out more babbles, praising you for doing so good and how he's going to repay you by fucking you stupid untill you pass out.
With a guttural Monty cummed all over you, mouth chest and face, his head fell back with a soft 'thud'. The room was quiet, all but for the soft breaths of a man basking in his post cum glory. You got up and sat beside him, clearing your throat to try and get rid of the hoarseness feeling. Gojo looked at you telling you he'll be 'right back' before putting his underwear on and walking out of the room. His soft footsteps faded, you looked around the room not quite noticing all the decorations and expensive looking furniture before; soon he returned and with a cup in hand, handing it to you he told you it's hot, you looked at the mystery beverage then at him
"it's for your throat" you took us up into your surprise, it was good "thanks" your eyes focused to the corner of the room "you know how to paint?" United your head in the directions towards a canvas of a cherry blossom tree next to a beautiful body of water, not yet fully completed
"a little"
"...I should go" setting the mug on the night table beside you, you begin getting up
"yeah, or you could let me make good on that promise of fucking you till you pass out."
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This was really fun to write! But im so glad it's over😬 thank you for reading till and if you enjoyed this you should check oit my other works 😉
He flashes his normal captivating smile and if you didn't know any better you wouldn't have noticed his faster breath or how he tried not to fidget with his hands and the way he studdard over some of his words. He cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets, focusing on the wall beside you he finally got the words he wanted to say out
"Do you wanna go out with me?...on a date"
Fushiguro:
he walked side by side with you, thinking of all the ways you could react
"Fushiguro... Fushiguro?" "Huh?" "you alright? You seem a little-" "I'm fine" "...ok, if you say so" "actually" you turned to face him and he looked away "if you want we could...eat? Something..." He mentally groaned as he waited for you to say something.
Kugisaki:
she handed you another pink bedazzled bag with thin yellow ribbons as she passed you, you groaned as she bent down to look at a cute shirt similar to the one she just bought, she gave you a glare which made you quickly straighten up and pretend to look at some shades. Not long after the two of you were walking home, or so you thought untill Narbara started looking for places to eat, you were about to protest untill she spook first "Thanks. This was a nice date" your feet hurt and your arms were getting tired but you ignored as you smiled, untill it dropped and her words sunk in "wait huh!?"
Gojo:
Your eye twitched as you typed away at your computer in the teachers lounge, the repetitive sound of a rubber ball hitting the wall right beside your head before bouncing back and into the hands of the man who threw, the motion started again filling the silence of the room "could you!... could you stop that?" The distracting noise stopped, then started "Gojo" you groaned, once more the ball hit the wall, before it could come back you turned in your chair and caught it, with cursed energy surrounding it you chucked it at him. As expected his infinity was on so the ball just reflected. Gojo put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, giving you his stupidity playful smile "I hope you fall" you say turning your eyes back to your screen "your so pent up, bet a date with me would fix that" "yeah no" "you don't like sushi?" "I don't like you" "well, you never know untill you taste"
Nanami:
He looked at you as you closed your computer and put it in your bag, he's debating wether or not to come up to you and ask you out to dinner, before he could decide your walking out the door, he signed rubbing his eyes annoyed with himself until he looks up and see's your forgotten bottle still on your desk. Barely thinking about it before he gets up and grabs your bottle, walking faster than normal to get to you before you leave "y/n" he called out, looking around for the source, noticing Nanami, now walking at his regular pace. "You forgot this" he handed it to you and gave you a nod once you thanked him "are you" he started gaining your attention "are you free this Saturday?...if you don't mind I'd like to take you out"
And that's exactly what happened, no incident in Shibuya, your honeymoons ganna be in Malaysia congratulations 🎉
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