toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slitβjust a graze, just over your clitβand he doesnβt let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
βgo on, princess,β he rasps into your neck. βmβlistening.β
but heβs not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxersβunfair, really, because youβre clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. βi canβt.β
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. βyβgot a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.β
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. youβre not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?β
he lets the soaked head tap against your assβonce, twiceβbefore dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?β he lets his precum smear over the folds. βstart talking.β
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. βiβ¦i have nice tits.β
βbreasts,β toji growls into your neck. βbreasts, dollface. say it properly.β
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. tojiβs cock twitches against your ass, but clearly heβs got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. βi haveβi have a pretty pussy!β
βso pretty,β he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. βprettiest pussy iβve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.β
βmy pussy is so tight,β you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. βhnnghβso tight and wet for you, toji.β
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?β he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. βfucking perfect.β
βtojiββ you gasp, βpleaseββ
βplease what?β he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. βwant me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?β
βmhmββ
βwords, sweetheart.β
βwant you to fuck me,β you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. βwant you to play with my pussy and fuck me till iβm drippingββ
βfuck,β toji groans, slamming into you, hard. βthaaaatβs my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?β
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executive summary :
β€· In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. Youβre a whore by choice and it worksβ¦ until it doesnβt?
associated parties (pairings) :
β€· jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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ββGOOD DICK OR A STEADY JOB? What's more important to a woman in her early 20s? Well, if youβre being completely honest with yourself, it should be that second option of a steady job, of course. Yet, there you were risking that very thing for the first option; a good dicking.
Bent stupidly over your bossβs cold mahogany desk as small piles of paperwork go fluttering over its edge, there you were fulfilling the unspoken requirement of your job as an assistant. With a fat cockhead sloppily kissing the inner depths of your sweet cunt and your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you found yourself drunk off of the mean thrusts youβre being gifted with, you were assisting your boss with something alright.
Now, this wasnβt exactly how you planned for this morning to go buuut, one thing led to another and now youβre here anyway.
Babbled throaty attempts of his name escaped you as your glossy eyes traveled to the back of your skull in pure fucked-out ecstasy. Sure, you were supposed to be attending a meeting with the man right now but having your face smushed up against some expensive wood and listening to the string of wonton groans βn grunts that left your employerβs throat was far more enjoyable.
This probably wasn't one of your smartest decisions considering the meeting youβre supposed to be in is probably one of high importance. And yeah, this teeny tiny mistake of yours may or may not lead to one of the most bizarre tales of your life but hey, in your defense, you were too fucked-out to think of your future at the time.
Especially with the way your head gets tugged up from the desk so rudely by a fistful of your hair, drool spilling past your wet parted lips, legs shaking, and hips faintly bruised by the edge of the desk youβd been tossed over. How could you think about anything or anyone else whenβ
ββMichi,β Was all that you could moan out over and over and over again. So stupidly loud too as if you didnβt have a care in the world, βH-Harder, mmphf-, fuuck..β
Pulling your head back enough to give you the perfect chance to angle your gaze over to meet eyes with him, Yaga greets you with this fucked-out grin and a husked tone, βYouβre too loud,β Before you can even fathom a reply, two thick fingers are getting shoved into your mouth. βJust begginβ to be caught, huh?β
Talk about foreshadowingβ¦
Your eyes roll in a mix of annoyance and pleasure, hips pushing back against him just as he presses himself forward. Then you feel his lips meet the crown of your ear and thereβs a slight stutter in his thrusts.
βLift your leg,β Yaga grunts hotly, to which your left leg pushes up to rest against the desk. βFuck-, just like that,β He groans, removing the hand from your hair and moving it to your hip.
With your leg propped up against the desk, his cock hits a new angle inside you and even with his fingers pressed right against your tongue, you still manage to choke out a pleasureful whimper. Yagaβs feet shift against the floor a bit and he takes that sound of yours as a sign to keep hitting that spot over and over and over untilβ
His fingers soon fall from your lips and you flop right back down against the desk, one of his pencil holders going scattering to the floor as an arm of yours extends out to grab a hold of the surface's edge. Both of his palms meet your hips and he pins you down into the position youβve found yourself in, drilling into your sopping hole like heβs grown addicted.
That rude plap plap plap! echoes all throughout his office along with each desperate moan that pours from your lips. At this point, neither of you were trying to be quiet anymore.
Before you even realize it, youβre making a filthy mess around his cock, tugging him deeper than before each time he reels his hips back and invoking the deepest groans of your name from his throat. Yaga found himself tossing his head back and the only thing he could focus on was that nasty squelch leaving your cunt.
A rough hand comes down on your ass somewhere throughout your high and you canβt even think anymore. You were too lost in all that felt good and didnβt exactly register the particularly pitched moan that left you until it was much too late.
Yaga could feel himself growing close so he leaned over you a bit, pushing his weight against you and moving a hand to the space on the desk right next to your side. You lift your head a bit, panting heavily, and his lips meet your neck.
Warm wet kisses are peppered all over the side of your neck and you feel him throbbing inside you, aching for release. βHow mad do yβthink the board will be?β Your boss utters into your skin, βThink theyβd forgive me if I explained why I was sβlate?β
You grit your teeth for a moment before choking out a response, feeling him smile against your neck as you do so. βI-I think youβd l-lose your-, hnnghβ¦ job i-if they knew whatβ¦ hah, what you were doinβ.β You stammer out breathlessly.
βYeahh?β Yaga rasps, βI think theyβd understand. Especially if I tell βem just how needy my pretty assistantβs been all day.β He emphasizes with a harsher thrust forward, causing you to choke on your own moan.
βSir,β You gasp suddenly, eyes fluttering shut.
Your boss lets out a throaty sound, βFuuck, d-donβt do that.β That simple gasp of yours was all it took for his cock to begin throbbing and aching for release inside you.
He was right there on the edgeβready to bring this quick fuck to an overdue end, shuffle your clothes back on properly, and then go stumbling into that meeting as late as ever. And yet, somewhere throughout the next groan that leaves his dry throat, his office door flies open.
βMr. Yaga, I canβt hold this meeting off any longer, we needββ You honestly feel bad for the poor woman who had to walk in on the two of you.
The scene laid out before her widened eyes was like something straight out of some cheap porno. Papers and other desk items were splayed out all over the floor surrounding Yagaβs large desk, the two of you were as disheveled and debauched as ever, and the position both of you stood in wasnβt something you could try and pass off as anything aside from what it was.
Not to mention the way you feel Yagaβs cock twitch inside you wildly just as he spills filthy ropes of cum into you. Looking back on this whole thing makes you laugh because it was probably then that you realized the man had some kinda kink for that situation. Yβknow, getting caught.
Earlier you said something about how heβd probably lose his job if the board found out about what the two of you were doing but that couldnβt have been further from the truth.
Nope, instead it was you who lost your job. Obviously, the lady who caught you wasnβt going to keep her discovery to herself and she practically sprinted back to the meeting room just to tell them about you and your boss.
Less than twenty-four hours later and you found yourself jobless.
Being unemployed wasnβt that bad if youβre being completely honest with yourself. Or, it wasnβt too bad for a couple of days. At the time that this all happened, you were living with Yaga. He wasnβt just your boss but he was also a lover of yours.
The relationship was kept very private for reasons concerning your job so when you lost it, you thought that your life would go in a different direction for the better. You and Yaga could openly go on dates, finally work toward the future he claimed to have wanted to build with you, and basically live your life freely.
You were able to live on with that mindset for a wonderful duration of⦠three days.
Yeah, three days and then Yaga dumped you and kicked your ass to the curb. For a time, you were devastated about this. He had promised you so many things, treated you with so much love and respect, and cared for you in the ways any decent partner would but, you eventually came to the conclusion that he only did all of that because you worked under him.
But after that? You could kiss an easy work-life goodbye.
Youβd been aware of the risk that came with having a romantic relationship with your boss from the moment you and him started to cross those professional lines. Though, you honestly didnβt expect to get caught like that.
That doubt behind your expectations probably blossomed from the lust and romantic clouds that left you blinded for months. Yaga was amazing until he wasnβt. Nothing couldβve prepared you to lose your job, boyfriend, home, and a large piece of your dignity in less than a week.
Since then, you swore to yourself that youβd never allow work and romance to blend. The sex you had with Yaga, whether it be in or out of the office, shouldβve remained as it wasβjust sex. Unfortunately for you, things with him became more than that and you foolishly let your heart get involved with something that could & should have remained strictly lustful.
It was always more than Yaga just being your boss. He was tied with most things that held importance to you, which is exactly why you lost so much so ridiculously fast.
The only positive factor about that entire ordeal is the fact that it happened six years ago.
Youβre an entirely different woman now, as to be expected.
While the stain on your resume made things very difficult for you for a good half of those six years, you werenβt left completely ruined. You managed to get decent jobs here and thereβnot that you ever stayed for long. And no, you werenβt constantly getting fired or anything.
This time around, you were actually learning just how easy it is to wrap men around that perfectly manicured finger of yours. Job after job after job and they all proved to act the same way.
Youβll never forget the way things went with Yaga but, you eventually learned that you were just doing things with him all wrong. You lacked both control and confidence over your life with himβa mistake which youβll never make again.
Today marks the day that you walk into a new company. Itβs a bit genericβyour average supply company but, the pay was enough to spark your interest (among other things).
After a flawless interview, you were hired almost immediately and today was your first day in for training. You lucked up enough to score a decent position and it was from this first day there that you knew youβd find your way to the top in no time. Not to mention the previous owner of your new position had recently been fired so, the company was already looking for someone new & you just so happened to be in search of a new job.
And while you readied yourself for said first day, members of the office youβd be arriving to within the next few minutes were sharing their opinions on the woman whoβd be soon to join them; you.
βIβm calling bullshit,β Was the first properly formulated opinion on you as a whole, not that you were able to hear it. βShe sounds way too good on paper.β Gojo Satoru scoffs out to his favorite cubicle of assorted people.
His words earn a laugh or two from those listening, which only encourages him to continue his ranting.
A few nods of agreement go out to the complaining finance director but for some reason that doesnβt seem to satisfy him so he turns to his trusted assistant; the unfortunate Ijichi Kiyotakaβa man who almost always has to listen to whatever rambles Gojo spews.
βCan you believe this?β Gojo asks with a faintly pouted lip and slightly tensed brows, eyeing the stressed assistant standing a few inches away from him.
Ijichi merely shrugs, βYou were made aware of her addition to this company over a week ago, sir. I thought by now youβd have accepted it consideringββ
A lengthy finger meets Ijichiβs face before he has time to finish his sentence and Gojo turns his head away, βWait, shhh, I think I heard something.β He interrupts, pushing up on his toes a bit just to get a better look at the steadily approaching figure about to round the distant corner and enter the office.
With that, everyone elseβs head turns to get a look as well but theyβre all quickly disappointed when only the companyβs marketing VP, Higuruma, walks in. The tired-looking man raises a brow at all the attention fixated on him but many quickly play it off with a greeting gesture of a raised hand and wave.
Higuruma waves back, a bit of confusion vexed onto his features considering he doesnβt typically receive that much attention from that side of the office but he shrugs it off after a moment and continues his walk onward.
βDamnit,β Gojo grumbles, bringing his wrist up to check his flashy Rolex for the time. βShe shouldβve been here by now, no?β
One of his nearby interns let out a snort, βYβknow, this is the longest Iβve ever seen you outside your office, sir.β
Moving his hand just to meet eyes with the recently spoken, Gojo quirks a slim brow, βIt is not.β He breathes out dramatically, trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes heβs been lingering around awaiting your arrival. βA-And even if it isβ¦ Color me intrigued, I just want to see if the woman matches all that Iβve heard about her. Itβs not like this is an easy company to get into, soββ
β..It wasnβt an easy company for you to get into, maybe,β Another intern murmurs jokingly, earning some chuckles.
βI heard that,β Gojo grumbles, βBut my point still stands. Iβm just curious and want to welcome her in.β
Ijichi clears his throat a bit, tempted to toss in his two cents regarding Gojoβs presence around the main office. His boss pauses again and slowly turns to send his assistant a look, βIs there something youβd like to say, Ijichi?β
βWell,β Dropping his dark brown eyes to the floor and moving a nervous hand to awkwardly push his glasses up a bit, Ijichi swallows thickly. βItβs just that you called her joining us βbullshitβ only a few minutes ago, a-and you donβt even think sheβll last long but now you want to welcome her inβ¦?β
Gojoβs quickly taken back by Ijichiβs mentioning of an earlier comment heβd made out of annoyanceβhaving grumbled something about how youβll only last a week or so before youβre onto the next company or even fired. A couple of whispered agreements are exchanged by different employees, followed by giggles and other murmured comments that point out the inconsistency in Gojoβs attitude toward the newcomer.
Placing his hands on his hips, Gojo tuts, βOkay, yeah, I did say that but can a man not have a change of heart? I havenβt even seen the lady yet. For all I know she could walk in here all shy βn worried about joining us, which will make me feel bad andββ
Someone clears their throat, βMr. Gojo.β
ββthen Iβll take back everything I said, welcome her in, act like I havenβt been waiting on her for hours, and pretend to be surprised that sheβs likely just as impressive in person as she is on paper. I was just a bit bothered by the fact thatββ
βMr. Gojo!β They whisper-shout this time, finally earning his attention.
Gojo sighs and looks at them for only a moment before that person nods their head over toward the entrance to the office and when the man follows the gesture, all of his word vomiting dies out on his tongue and just about all thoughts go flying out the window.
Many nearby heads turn, just like the first time when Higuruma had entered, except this time around itβs not in vain.
Around the corner comes a woman with her head held high and a determined look fixed firmly onto her featuresβthat woman is you. Ignorant of all the talk about your arrival, you waltz right into the office behind someone by the name of Kusakabe.
The brunette that was leading the way for you was apparently your new assistant, which you thought was a wonderful perk to this job. Heβd been giving you a tour of the building and the two of you had finally reached the floor youβd be predominantly working on.
As your heels go click-clacking across the cool flooring with each step you take, many eyes trail your every movementβonly one pair in particular miraculously earning your gaze.
Kusakabe was explaining the layout of the office to you, telling you about how there were a total of two separate offices, one of them now belonging to you, and that the common space was where everyone else under you worked. As he points and shows you things, your eyes naturally wander elsewhere to get a look at all that heβd yet to explain and you finally notice how much attention is on you.
Heads popped up from a bunch of different cubicles and many were trying to play things off as if they werenβt looking at you but it was still obvious despite the magazines some hid their faces behind. The few people trying to look inconspicuous as they took in your presence sparked a warming smile to spread across your face but thatβs not what really drew you in.
No, what captured your attention was the set of cerulean eyes focused solely on you from across the room. As your gaze met his, an unspoken vestige of tension drafted into the air. The office was huge so there was a great deal of space between where you and him stood but you still felt something upon meeting eyes with him.
Kusakabe soon noticed where your attention had landed and he stepped closer to you only to casually point in the direction you were already focused on, index aiming at the man staring at you, βThat man over there is Gojo Satoru, our financial director.β
You nod slowly and your lips are steady to part as you reply in a whisper, still holding eyes with the man of current conversation, βI see. Does he stare at everyone like this orβ¦?β
Your new assistant chuckles and turns his head to look at you, βHonestly? Yes,β He says lightheartedly.
To which youβre the first to break the little staring contest and return your attention to Kusakabe, βWait, really?β You gasp slightly, noticing the way the brunette laughs again.
βNo, not seriously but he does do that with new people. Youβll meet him more formally later and see for yourself,β He explains to you, earning a simple nod of your head in response.
Then, Kusakabe turns to show you into your office and you motion to follow after him once more.
Youβre not sure what, but something tells you to look over to that guy again. Gojo Satoru you repeat mentally as you shoot your eyes over one last time. He was looking away but as soon as you turn, he does too, and another long distant staring contest is held between the two of you before you watch his face twist up a little.
With the cockiest smirk youβve ever seen in your life, and although you canβt hear it from where you are, Gojo lets out a scoff before looking you up and down and then turning awayβquickly disappearing into his nearby office with a slam of his door.
You bat your lashes and your brows are quick to meet in a mix of annoyance and confusion. You havenβt even officially spoken to the man and yet he has this nerve to flash such a displeased look at you? Or was it more a look to flaunt his egoβperhaps something to hide his intimidated demeanor?
Whatever it is, you merely brush it off with a roll of your eyes and turn to follow after Kusakabe.
First day into this place and youβve already managed to leave a sour impression on someone, great.
Inside that office of his, Gojoβs returned to his desk in a fit ofβ¦ well, heβs not quite sure what heβs feeling right now.
You havenβt even done anything yet but, without a doubt, Gojo does not like you. Eyes narrowing as his thoughts begin to consume him, all he can replay in his head is the initial image of you rounding that corner behind Kusakabe. Unfortunately for him, youβre gorgeous. Which is an annoyance already because that makes you a distraction for him.
Not to mention the way you hold yourself together, head all high βn mighty with this confidence that bothers something deep within himβsomething he canβt quite put a finger on.
His hands shift to swipe up a pen from his cluttered desk and Gojo begins to twirl the item in between his fingers as he contemplates a few things. Ijichi soon comes sliding into the office quietly, not daring to say a word and disturb Gojoβs focus on whatever thought he's having.
And above all else, Gojoβs jealous. Heβs been working at this company for almost two years nowβsteadily climbing up, of course, but it still took him a long time to get to where he is right now. Which doesnβt even make sense to him. He went to college with the CEO!
Itβs not like Gojo exactly needs this job, heβs rich. Heβs only here because of that recently mentioned CEO. Gojoβs had money all his life so by the time he reached his late twenties, he found himself bored. He felt like heβd done everything he was meant to do in life except get a proper job.
Which is why heβs here now. This job gave him a challenge, he had to work hard to get hired, work harder to get promoted, and damn near stress himself just to get a conversation or two with that guy he went to college with.
Then thereβs you. You who got to walk in here and have everything served to you on a silver platter right before his very eyes. And you have the nerve to be stunning?
Talk about greedβ¦
The way you had turned and flashed such a warming smile to everyone when you came inβtoo friendly for Gojoβs liking, might he add, all beaming and welcomingβ¦ His eyes just roll at the memory of it. It was probably fake, that smile of yours. Fingers crossed and you turn out to be a bad person so he can have a real reason to dislike you.
Shaking his head, Gojo realizes heβs overthinking this whole thing. He doesnβt care about you. You're just some newcomer! Youβll be gone in a weekβthe last chick in your position had only been here for two months before she was gone so he doubts youβll last longer.
Or, thatβs what he tells himself anyway. Because not even two minutes later and heβs standing from his desk and pacing over to his office windows, peeking through the blinds and trying to get the best view of your whereabouts from where he can.
Your office door is now closed so he canβt see anything thatβs going in there but he canβt help but wonder what kinda person you are. The previous marketing director and Gojo didnβt get along too well so maybe thatβs a part of whatever stigma heβs attached to you already. Hence his nebby nature now.
Watching your office door like a hawk from the confines of his own space, Gojoβs got one hand separating the blinds for a good view and the other tightly clasped around a warm cup of coffee. In the midst of sipping on that morning beverage of his, a sudden choke on the liquid alarms the nearby Ijichi, who comes rushing forward as Gojo begins to cough and then point at something.
βSir, are you okay?β Ijichi asks as he approaches his boss with an abundance of napkins.
Gojo starts shaking his head but doesnβt spare the poor guy any more of a reply before swiping the napkins from Ijichiβs nerved palms, briskly wiping his mouth off, and moving to swing his door open.
Still confused, Ijichi merely follows after Gojo with furrowed brows and ends up walking right into him. At the same time, both men stumble to get a full view of what caused such an abrupt reaction.
βYouβre joking,β Gojo mutters under his breath, now glaring across the office with an irritated eye twitching in tandem with his emotions. Because not only did Nanami Kentoβthe companyβs CEOβgo out of his way to visit this floor for the first time in weeks but of course heβs only making an appearance to talk to you.
When Gojo first saw the tall blond round that entryway corner, he thought he was just imagining things. But now that heβs stepped out of his office to get a better look, heβs left baffled. Your office door is open and Kusakabe is clearly panicked as he talks to the very intimidating Nanami. Although Gojo canβt quite make out the conversation from where heβs standing, watching you walk out only a few moments later tells him all he needs to know.
Gojoβs eyes follow every movement of yours as Nanami gives you a nod of his head, and clearly tells you to βfollow himβ. Then comes that annoying smile of yours before you so graciously trail behind the man. Without even thinking, Gojo swats his mug back to Ijichi, who barely clutches onto the item, and then his feet begin to move.
Being curious is one thing, nosy is another. Doubting you is one thing, talking shit about you before you even got there is another. And having your position as Marketing Director handed to you is one thing but earning Nanamiβs attention on your first day here is another ordeal entirely.
Just who the hell are you? And why were you gaining all the things Gojoβs wanted since his first day here on your first day?
Gojo makes it halfway across the office just as Nanami disappears behind that corner, heading toward the elevators. You, following closely behind, stop for a second and itβs in that instant that Gojoβs feet pause flat on the floor.
Heβs not sure why heβs stopped so suddenly but he doesnβt get much time to think about it before you turn your head back and look directly at himβalmost as if you knew he left his office just to follow you. The sudden eye contact makes Gojo swallow down this weird feeling in his throat he wasnβt aware existed until now.
You watch the way his eyes narrow at you and, as if to get back at him, you then let your gaze fall downward along his body before rising back up. A natural twitch in the corner of your lips is felt before you mock his earlier expression with an attitude somehow cockier than his was.
Gojo is left visibly offended; brows so frustratedly scrunched up, eyes carrying a level of irritation that almost makes you want to take things a step further and laugh, and hands balled into tight fists at his sides. His lips part ever so slightly and you can tell itβs killing him not to say something right now-, anything, really.
The sound of your name being called from around the corner breaks the tension entirely and he watches the way you flinch a little. Your eyes get a bit wider and whatever mask of confidence you just put on falters for not even half a second before you turn away with a prompt reply of βcoming, sorry!β and then disappear within the blink of an eye.
Itβs only day one but, without a doubt, Gojo cannot stand you. A feeling of which he highly doubts will ever change.
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ΰ¨ΰ§ notes. this has been in my drafts since july cuz ive been procrastinating, hope itβs not too late to post this π
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you roll your eyes as bachira daps up isagi.
youβve been here for an hour & you can feel your eardrums beginning to rot like dead peaches. bachira raps over a beat you swear youβve heard from lucki, but heβs quick to shush you when you bring it up. you cross tired arms over your chest as the music winds up and bachira starts his verse again.
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βshe think that iβm loyal but i switch my bitch like cars, new whip every day and no iβm not just penning bars !β
βtype shit !β isagi calls. you still in your seat. what ?
your chest swells with something akin to rage. you were already exhausted, ears wilting at the boom of the bass. bachiraβs been redoing the same verse for hours, but youβd never paid attention to your boyfriendβs lyrics till now. you march over to the sound panel and shut it down with closed fist.
βbachira meguruβ!β
βfucking hell, woman ! the fuck did you do that forβ?β
you march into the booth and slap him silly.
bachira looks back at you with mouth agape and red tinged cheeks. his face is blood drenched and you almost feel guilty but you tighten your chest & straighten your back.
βwhat the hell did you just say, meg ?β
βwhat are you on aboutββ
βdonβt play with me right now, meg. word to my mother iβll slap yβ left cheek too. fuck you mean you riding a new bitch every day, huh ?β
bachira groans, rubbing at his cheek. βgod, those are just lyrics ! you tripping for realββ
you slap his left cheek.
βyou think youβre future or something ? fucking try me meg. youβre lucky i know you donβt actually have the balls to cheat. change those lyrics. now.β
bachira mumbles something under his breath before marching to the sound station. a boyish giggle breaks the quiet, and you shoot a glare at yoichi, causing silence to envelope the room once again before bachira revs up the track.
βshe know that iβm loyal cuz i treat her like a star, call me yuki chiba man, βwatashi wa star !β β
β ISAGI YOICHI β YXNG EGOIST
βyoichi, you were raised in a gated community. you do not have opps.β
isagi clicks his tongue. the sound is muffled under the wool of his thick balaclava, but you manage to make it out regardless. βyou donβt understand, princess. just keep watch for me, alright ?β
βyoichi.β
you heave your third sigh of the evening. you and isagi were at a high end restaurant for a date, but suddenly you wished you were home. youβd been looking forward to having dinner with the busy striker all week, but now that youβre here together with you in a fancy dress while he sports a thick balaclava, you canβt help but feel embarassed.
βyoichi iβm literally begging you to take that off.β
isagi lifts the chin of his mask to sneak a bite of chicken with his fork. he quickly takes a sip of water before dragging the mask back over his lips, eyes darting from side to side to scope his surroundings. he breathes a relieved sigh. βi think iβm safe for now..β
βalright, iβm going home.β
βhuh ? what β no, babe, iβll take it off, come back !β
β NAGI SEISHIRO β SUGARHILL SEI
βriddle me this, sei. how the fuck your bank account low but your ass getting high ?β
you and reo stand arms crossed over a faded nagi, his eyes blood tinged & cheeks hot & swollen. his breathing is labored as he fits the blunt to his lips to take yet another drag.
βcuh i ainβ even got time fuh dis forreal. yβall mothafuckas just be bouncinβ on my dick foβ no reason man.β
βwhat the hell is he saying ?β
βi think heβs speaking ganglish ?β
βoh hell no.β reo snaps his fingers over his head, βi rebuke every spirit of hoodlum in you, bro. what the fuck nagi, is this what youβve come to ?β
nagi rubs his forehead & for a second he bears an uncanny resemblance to travis scott. βcuh i ainβ evenββ FWAM !
reo dashes a hot slap to nagiβs cheek. the red handprint glistens against his pale skin & your palms fly to cover your gaping mouth. βreo ! thatβsβthatβs too far !β
βstay out of this y/n,β nagi lays limp on the room floor, his eyes rapidly blinking with his mouth agape. βthis is just the beginning. if we donβt correct him now, heβll start dressing like a carti fan before you know it !β
reo hops unto one foot, aggressively tugging a chancla off the other. he turns to nagi.
βsorry bro, i donβt wanna do this,β
βcuhββ
FWAM !
β SHIDOU RYUSEI β MR. FREAK
βgyatttttβ
βiβm breaking up with you.β
βno mami iβm sorryyy,β shidou drawls playfully, arms circling your hips. he tugs you closer to him so youβre pressed flush against his skin.
βrespectfully asking you to wear these βforbidden tightsβ more often, ma. this recoil is insane.β he makes a slurping noise and you question your existence.
βryuseiββ
βboing !β shidou chuckles to himself as he slaps your ass. the flesh is soft in his palms and heβs about to indulge his intrusive thoughts once again before you slap him with your purse.
βshidou ryusei ! in the public eye ?!β
βgovernment name is crazyyy.β
βiβm going home.β you begin heading towards the exit with a noisy shidou calling after you, βbae come back ! it was just jokes !β
β OTOYA EITA β LILβ FLOCKA
βnah cuz what you know about ken carson for real though.β
you groan for the third time today. βeita itβs enough.β
βno babe iβm just sayin,β he rubs lazy circles along your hip bone, lips pressed lazily against the back of your shoulder, βsince you wanna be lip syncing to unreleased ken, you must know more about him than i do, right ?β
βoh my fucking god. literally who said that ?β
βno but you implied it. look at you posting yoself singing with your big oleβ tatas.β
βeita iβm literally gonna leave you for karasu right now.β
βnah nah chill itβs just,β he swipes through your story, clicking his tongue when he notices youβve posted yourself to yet another underground artist, this time thouxanbanfouani. he bites his inner cheek to stop himself from asking you to take your story down.
βyou donβt get him like i do, you feel me ?β
βcongratulations otoya. the fuck you telling me that for ?β
Hi Mars how are you doing??? I love your writing so much and I actually want to start writing too on here βΊοΈ Do you have any tips/writing advice? And if youβre comfortable with it I would love some tips specific to your writing :) Thank you have a great day/night!
heyhey itβs so cool you want to start writing bby!! ofcofc πββοΈ i think iβve alr shared some general writing tips here so iβll just give more specific stuff to my writing:
β’ i write with lower attention spans in mind (as smn w a low attention span π) so this means i always cut the βbackstoryβ. say im writing a sukuna x reader academic rivals to lovers kind of thing. instead of starting off w smth like: βyou and sukuna have always been rivalsβ¦.β id jump STRAIGHT into a scene that acc demonstrates what the βbackstoryβ (or i think introduction would be a more fitting label?) would be trying to say! ex: a scene where reader & sukuna are fighting over who got the higher grade. in general i avoid trying to write multiple paragraphs giving βcontextβ or βexplanationβ. if i do i keep it short & snappy and in general i prefer to focus on whatβs happening now!
β’ if youβre a completely new writer skip the βaesthetic wordsβ phase where you open pinterest & start using words like petrichor or serendipity LOL. also, i avoid using big words (iβm not talking abt basic ones, im talking about words that are uncommon & harder to derive meaning even with context) and use sensory words instead! words that you can feel will always offer a better reading experience than using big descriptive words. for ex: sweltering, smushed, and also onomatopoeia (words that sound like what theyβre describing) like plunk!
^also if youβre writing smut (short form esp) sensory words for descriptions over big words is super important. it allows you to better evoke physical feeling in the reader + theyβre here to goon not expand their vocabulary
β’ i like to βdirectβ scenes rather than describe them(?). uhmuhm idk how to explain this part but basically if i want to start a scene iβll often start off with a brief paragraph of where and what everyone is doing to paint a quick idea of the room. ex: βsukuna & geto have their backs pressed against the couch, toji is blablahblahβ and then i donβt bother describing what most of the setting looks like unless its some important detail or something i want to divert the readerβs focus too. basicallyyy most readers actually skim over descriptions of settings, so i prefer to just write one or two sentences painting a feel of the setting (βmidsummer in japan is moist & sticky & sweltering hot. the skatepark air is as damp as on open mouth & reeks of shokoβs third joint of mary janeβ <- excerpt from my βghost!β geto fic) and then go on to direct what everyone in the scene is doing! (βsukuna is rocking his skateboard back & forth. toji has a cigarette with the end tipped in your directionβ¦β).
^ tldr i donβt bother over describing settings! 1-2 lines of sensory description + an idea of characters positions in the scenes are enough. give room for imagination to fill in blanks and just direct your readers to what actually matters!
i think thatβs about it really π§ββοΈ i HOPE these all made sense lol good luck with your writing nonnie π
