“i’ll take you back to my house so we can meddle about!”
synopsis: you were his brothers teacher whom he always had eyes for, so what happens when he runs into you all alone at a bar?
warnings: sexual content (smut), mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, obsession, stalking (kinda?), sukuna being pussy whipped, slight breeding kink, possessiveness, baby trapping (?), and etc!
word count: 6.6k words.
authors note: whew this is a lot.. if you’re uncomfy w any warnings pls leave now. yuji is a teeny tiny baby in this, around 3-5. other than thatttt enjoy! i might make this a series. not the best smut i’ve ever written but ehhh it’s alright, pretty long btw! and if i made typos.. don’t be a bitch just ignore it lol.
“yuji you little shit!” sukuna tried to chase after the running child, but almost tripped in the process. “im gonna fuckin’ kill you.” he was lucky enough that no one was around to see, but that didn’t make him feel any better. this kid sure was going to be the death of him.
yuji’s laughter filled the air, along with small repetitive claps because he almost saw his big brother fall. under different circumstances maybe sukuna would be laughing along with him, but not now.
the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in front of the boy’s school— even though that was technically what was happening.
“fast as heck boiii!” the small child laughed, continuing to run around and twirl in circles. he never took anything seriously, part of the reason sukuna had such a hard time with him. but he was a child after all, so what can you expect?
it was hard for him to maintain his patience with the child.. but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before.
“get over here now so i can tie your shoes, boy.” he added a light sternness to his voice, hoping that would be enough to get the kid to listen for once.
yuji stared back at him with a look of boredom, one that sukuna matched almost instantly. the boys were too stubborn for their own good.
“okay kuna!” at first sukuna thought he was trying to trick him but the kid actually complied.. looks like the stern voice worked after all.
sukuna finally felt comfortable with escorting the boy to class once his shoes were properly tied. he didn’t need that little brat tripping and falling on his ass. “you got all your shit in that ugly backpack of yours right?”
“yup yup. wanna go to school now, wanna see ms. (l/n), and all my friends!” he cheered— a cheeky smile on his face like always. sukuna’s brows raised at that, ms. (l/n) huh? he was always curious as to who you were.
obviously you were a teacher of yuji’s. but with the way the kid always talked about you, he couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like. maybe today would finally be the day he got a glimpse of his competition?
according to yuji, you and sukuna were his favorite people in the whole wide world. not including his best friends megumi and nobara, that is!
sukuna always got jealous when the little brat talked about you. because every time he did, there was this unrecognizable glint in his eyes. one that he never gave sukuna or anyone else for that matter. who wouldn’t be jealous?
“alright kid, let’s get you to class.” sukuna gripped him by the back of his paw patrol hoodie, and dragged him along through the open gates. no wonder it wasn’t very crowded outside, school started thirty minutes ago.
he knew the class number by heart because of how much yuji brought it up at home, the kid really did love his school.
room 304. when they finally made it, yuji wasted no time busting in the classroom with that signature smile of his. every head turned in his direction and nearly every kid was up and greeting him. that’s yuji alright, he always had a way of making everyone he met love him.
sukuna stood in the door frame with a blank stare on his face, eyes doting around the room for the teacher who’s name was already embedded into his brain.
“aww yuji, glad to see you made it!” a light voice called out, causing sukuna’s head to snap in it’s direction. “i managed to save you your favorite doughnut before everyone snagged them all,”
almost in an instant, that familiar glint of happiness took over the boy’s vision. and before you knew it he was ditching his friends and running towards you.
“ms. l/nnn, i missed you lots!” his perky voice dragged out, tiny arms wrapping around your knee because that’s all he could reach.
when sukuna’s eyes met your soft ones, everything finally clicked. now he knew why the brat loved you so damn much. it took everything in him to not fall to his knees right then and there, you were ethereal.
one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen in his lifetime, he felt like he’d been blessed to even be receiving a glance back from you. your bright smile, that contagious laugh, and that perfect pretty face. he couldn’t believe someone like you even existed.
you gave sukuna a small smile before picking up yuji, placing him on your hip. the kid was so busy munching on his donut he didn’t even notice he was off of the ground.
sukuna maintained his look of boredom, he couldn’t let himself be too affected by your beauty. he had more self-control than that. the clacking of heels snapped him out of his thoughts, where were you going? fuck were you heading over to him?
‘fuck fuck fuck fuck’ his mind chanted the words like it was a mantra. he didn’t have much time to register— or prepare, before you were in his face with his brother accompanying you.
“hey, i don’t think we’ve ever met!” your head tilted, taking in the appearance of the man before you. no doubt him and yuji were related, they looked almost exactly alike. “i’m ms. (l/n), yuji’s teacher for the year!”
he wanted to say he already knew your name, first and last from how much the little brat always talked about you, but he decided against it.
“nice to meet you, im sukuna. and that brat’s my little brother,” the older man pointed to the boy who was resting comfortably in her arms, still downing his doughnut.
“well it’s nice to meet you too, sukuna.” you held a free hand out to greet him, and it took a while for him to process it all. you almost thought he was going to leave you hanging.. but he proved you wrong, putting his firm and tattooed hand in yours.
the touch of him lit something in you, what was this feeling? and when the hell did it get so hot all of a sudden??
“you’ve got a real great little brother here, he’s so well behaved!” you pinched the boy’s cheeks, enchanted by his cute smile. tch. like hell, if only you knew how much of a actor the kid was.
“yeah he can be pretty great.. sometimes,” just saying it felt foreign to him.. but he supposed it wasn’t too bad. he never gave yuji praise, so what’s the harm in doing it just this once?
your beautiful smile was almost enough to have him return it, but he hated smiling. the only person who’d ever made him smile was his little brother, a real demon in disguise.
“my bad that he’s so late. do i need to sign him in?” sukuna questioned, knowing that schools usually had a sign in and sign out system.
you paused for a second, “no it’s fine, ill do it for you! i know you’re probably tired of being cramped up in here already.”
surprisingly he actually wasn’t. he enjoyed this little conversation the two of you had, even if it was short and just formalities. “thank you for that, i appreciate it.” his hand came up to his brother’s hair— giving it a small ruffle.
“ill see you later, brat. make sure you behave yourself,” the stern voice came out again, but ever so slightly. yuji’s chubby cheeks scrunched up and he smiled the biggest smile of them all.
“yes kuna, ill be good! want some doughnut?” his small hands held a piece of his donut to his older brother’s mouth, and sukuna opened his mouth slightly.
your heart warmed at their interaction, it was too cute. who knew yuji had an older brother? at first, you made the mistake of thinking sukuna was his dad.. but it actually made sense that he wasn’t. his demeanor gave off older brother much more than dad.
sukuna gave his brother one last goodbye before turning his attention back to you, his piercing gaze making you want to disappear.
it was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say to the other. it was you who finally broke the silence, something you were unmistakably good at.
“well i guess this is goodbye, sukuna.. unless you want to stick around with me and these little ones?” you teased, your lips forming in a small smirk.
hanging around in a room filled with brats who are possibly even more annoying than yuji? no thank you.
“yeah im gonna pass..” he scratched the back of his head, causing a bubbly laugh to form in your throat. god your laugh was so cute. it was just as contagious as yuji’s, which is why he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with you.
“that’s fair! kids can really be a handful.” you smiled. there was something about this man.. something that made you want more. it was very unlike you, but you found yourself wanting to see him again.
and little did you know, he felt the exact same.
—
ever since that day he met you, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. that welcoming smile, your wonderful scent, those pretty eyes.. everything about you had him going insane.
he ran into you again a few times after that. sukuna usually dropped yuji off at the gate instead of walking him to class, now he walks him to class every day. all in hopes to see you again.
it’s been working for the most part.. but he needed more. just seeing you and talking to you were no longer enough, he was stuck.
sukuna had no idea on how to advance whatever this thing the two of you had was. he wasn’t delusional, you definitely felt the same as he did.. even if only a little bit.
his other brother— choso, noticed his frustrations and suggested they go out for once. that’s how he ended up in this loud and crowded bar, drinking all of his problems away.
yuji was with his grandparents so he didn’t have to worry about that brat too much. the kid was in great hands for the night.
“so are you gonna tell me what has you so..” the black haired man paused for a moment, thinking of a right word for it. “disoriented?” just the thought of it had sukuna sighing.
he took a snag of his drink, getting ready for a little ‘therapy session’. choso had always been the brother that likes to solve other people’s problems. he may have been younger but he was definitely more mature than sukuna.
“it’s yuji’s fuckin’ teacher, (y/n) (l/n).” he spat. “i can’t get her out of my damn head. the little minx,” now this.. was intriguing. choso couldn’t help the smile forming, or the low chuckle that followed after. “the fucks so funny?”
“i just wouldn’t expect you to be this worked up over some girl, that’s all.” choso waved his hands in defense, but he did have a point.
the infamous ryomen sukuna stressed over some elementary teacher he barely even knew? who would’ve thought…
“well the sukuna i know wouldn’t just be sitting here, he’d do something about it.” choso shrugged— hoping he actually talked some sense into his brother. it was hard to get through to sukuna because of how stubborn he was. he never liked to listen to anybody, or abide by any rules.
the more he thought about it the more he realized choso was right. he’s ryomen fucking sukuna, the man who always gets whatever he wants. and in this case, what he wanted was you.
choso downed the rest of his drink, while staring intently at his older brother. he knew sukuna more than almost anyone, choso was positive his brother would get what he wanted sooner or later.
“how about you go get us some more drinks, im gonna need em’ if im to deal with your shit.” he slid the glass cup across the table which sukuna stopped with ease.
if it were anybody else talking to him like that, sukuna probably would’ve killed them. but this was choso so he let it slide, “shut up, kid. i’ll get your stupid fuckin’ drink.”
without waiting for a reply, he walked off. this bar was so humid, and there were people all over the place. playing pool, making out, passed out, you name it.
in times like these sukuna couldn’t help but think about you. what were you doing right now? were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? all these questions he would probably never know the answer to, and it pissed him off.
“can i get a light vodka, with a side of lime please!” an awfully familiar voice called out, making sukuna stop dead in his tracks. it took everything in him to not drop both glass cups onto the floor. he’d know that voice from anywhere, it was you. but what were you doing here?
you didn’t notice him yet which he was thankful for, he looked like a star struck little kid. but when he did finally get himself together, your name was the first thing to fall from his lips. “(y/n)?”
your head perked up at that, looking around until your eyes finally met his. no way..
“sukuna! what are you doing here?!” you exclaimed— that pretty smile taking its natural place on your face.
he eyed you dangerously, taking in every ounce of your appearance. you wore a skin tight dress that was a bit too short for his liking, and with the way you were sitting he almost had a full view of your ass cheek. the man didn’t know whether to be aroused, or pissed off.
“i came here with my brother to get out for a bit. what are you doing here?” that was the question he wanted answered. you were here alone, with a dress that barely passed as clothing at all. were you on some type of fuckin’ date or something?
before answering his question, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the seat that was closest to yours. you wouldn’t admit it but.. you only did it because you didn’t like that he was so far away.
his eyes lit up when your hand met his, he felt like he was going to die. sukuna couldn’t tell because of how good you were at playing it off, but you were eying his appearance as well.
he wore a fitted black shirt, with black jeans to match, and not to mention the silver chains around his neck to bring it all together. nearly every arm tattoo he had was on full display and it was doing something to you.
it took everything in you to not pounce on him right here, right now. and sukuna felt the exact same, watching your eyes take him in as he gave you a look of pure lust.
the sexual tension was so strong almost anyone could sense it, you knew for a fact what would happen if you guys kept this up. you needed to snap out of it, before you did the unthinkable.
“uhm so, you have other brothers?” you crossed your legs while rubbing the skin on your arm. you were starting to get chills from this man, what was he doing to you?
“there’s yuji, then there’s choso who’s closer to my age.” he pointed to the table where his brother was glaring daggers into you both. his glare was almost as scary as sukuna’s, what the fuck was up with these two?
“don’t mind him staring like that..” he mentally rolled his eyes, he should’ve known. choso could be fairly nosey at times, sukuna figured he probably pieced it all together by now. “he’s just not a people person.”
you chuckled at the fact that he really wasn’t either, but sukuna didn’t laugh along with you this time. “you still didn’t answer my question,” his head tilted to the side as his eyes worked their way down your whole body.
“why’re you here all by yourself?” you looked off to the side letting out a slight sigh. well you very well couldn’t tell him the truth. that you were on your way home but saw his car parked here, and decided to pay a visit. you’d look like a fucking psycho. “same as you kind of. i just wanted to get out of the house.”
he gave a soft hum to that, nodding his head. for some reason he just didn’t believe you, and you could tell. a pretty thing like yourself coming to a bar like this all alone, just for the hell of it? no. you weren’t telling the truth. sukuna knew it, and so did you— but neither of you were willing to speak up about it.
“i’ve been thinking about you a lot since we met, y’know?” his eyes never left your soft ones, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss all over your pretty little face. to sukuna, you were already his. he just needed you to finally accept it.
you felt your heart beating even faster than before, and now the chills weren’t just on your arms but your whole body. you need to pull it together. you’re finally getting the chance that you’ve been longing for, and you weren’t letting it go to waste.
“ive been thinking about you too, sukuna.. a lot more than i should be.” you tried to hide the small tremble in your voice, but he could see right through you. how cute of you to try and put on a brave voice for him though.
“you wanna get out of here?” and there it was. the words you’ve been dying to hear ever since he came up to you. your pussy throbbed just looking at him— it always did. since the day you two first met and every time you’ve seen him since then, she just gets wet.
at first you thought it was nothing. but the more you saw him, the more you talked to him, and the more you heard that enticing voice of his.. you knew. you wanted this man, no. you needed this man.
“yes please.” you whispered, and that was all the clarification he needed. he was right, you wanted him in the same ways he wanted you. a cheeky grin spread across his lips and within an instant he was grabbing your hand and pulling you from your seat.
as much as he wanted to hurry and get you to his place, he needed to borrow something from choso first. sukuna slid his arm across your waist on the walk back to his table, he needed all these bastards to know who you belonged to.
choso’s lazy smile was the first thing he saw once he reached the table, but the smile dropped as soon as he saw there was no drink in his brothers hand. “hey where the hell is my drink?”
“gonna have to get it yourself,” sukuna shrugged before pulling down part of your dress that was rising in the back. “let me borrow your jacket really quick.” he pointed to the coat that was hanging on an empty chair, and choso knew better than to question him.
without saying anything he handed the coat over, and took a glance at you. it was a cold stare, just like before when you were sitting at the bar. “hey, im choso. his little brother that he’s too rude to introduce.”
you smiled ever so slightly, giving him a small wave. “hi im (y/n)! nice to meet you.” that name was all he needed to hear for a small smile to reappear. he knew his brother could do it, he just needed a little push.
sukuna didn’t know how much longer he could wait, he needed to get out of here now, both of you did. he could tell you were getting antsy as well.
“we don’t have time to stay around and chit chat.” sukuna sighed. he left some money on the table to pay for both him and his brothers expenses, and bided choso a small goodbye to which he returned.
on the way out he could feel the glances of old and drunk men staring you down in that tiny ass dress you had on. he hated it.
the pink haired man growled out a string of curse words before taking the jacket, and wrapping it around you. “keep this on until we get to my place. i don’t want any of these fuckers looking at you, ever if i can help it.”
the tone of his voice and how protective he was over you had you even hornier than before. how was this even fucking possible? this man was driving you absolutely crazy. “sukuna please hurry, i need you.” you whined, and gripped onto his arm.
with the position you were in he could feel your tits right against chest, he almost wanted to say fuck it and bend you over right across the bar counter.
“fuck woman, gotta’ be patient for me okay? ill give you what you want soon enough.”
—
as soon as sukuna got the door open, your lips were on his almost immediately. the two of you were tripping over your own steps, but neither of you cared. the man picked you up with ease— refusing to take his lips off of yours.
once he made it to his room he wasted no time tossing you onto his bed, and ripping off your dress in the process.
sukuna had no mercy when it came to ripping it. “hate this fuckin’ dress, got everybody staring at you and shit.” his anger only got worse once he remembered the looks of all the guys in the bar.
“mhmm want you s’bad,” you bit your lip while bringing a hand down to your panties, attempting to get some type of friction.. but sukuna wasn’t allowing it.
sukuna gently slapped your hand out of the way, “don’t touch it, only me okay?” the whines of frustration you let out sent blood straight to his dick, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.
his hands gripped on the waistband of your panties and ripped them away with so much ease. why were your clothes so easy to rip? and more importantly, why did he keep ripping them?!
just the sight of your pussy alone could’ve had him cumming right on the spot. it’s even prettier than he imagined.
you found yourself getting shy from how intense he was staring, so you shut your legs. maybe he didn’t like it? was he rethinking his decision to bring you back to his home?
“tch. who told you to close them, you brat?” he spat. his hands shoved them back apart, making a gasp fall from your throat. he was so rough, and you loved every second of it.
he took a good look at your glistening folds— savoring every second of this moment. he’d waited long enough after all. without any warning his lips latched onto your thigh, gently kissing on the soft skin.
the biting didn’t come until after he remembered all those fuckers from the bar. he needed to mark you, stake his claim on you before anyone else got the chance.
“n..no more teasing sukuna! need you. right here,” your hand grazed over your pussy, gathering some of your wetness along the way. you stuck your hand in your mouth after— sucking on it slowly while staring straight in his eyes.
he grinned, amused by your little show. “nasty ass girl. call me ryomen,” your pussy clenched at the mention of his first name, that you never knew. “hm? she likes my name doesn’t she?”
you nodded hysterically, patiently waiting for the man in front of you to finally stop with all the teasing. you’ve wanted this since the first day you met him.. now it was finally happening.
his warm breath hitched over your pussy as he placed small kisses over your clit— the juices getting all over his lips. he spat a glob of spit onto your folds, watching it slowly fall down in fascination.
it wasn’t long before he went back to his attack on your pussy, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to squirm. your hand met the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer to your cunt— if that was even possible.
“such a pretty ass pussy you got here, all f’me huh?” he used his hands to spread your lips— giving him more access to all your sweet spots. “yes ryo yes! mm, all for you!”
you were this fucked out already and he hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet? he couldn’t help the chuckle falling from his lips, “think it’s time i get serious,”
the man took his thumb and circled it around your clit, softly flicking it in the process. one look at you had his dick even harder. drool was dripping down your chin, and your bra was slightly ripped open from his previous assault on your dress. now he even had a clear view of those perfect tits of yours.
“want you to play with your tits for me, princess.” he coated his finger in spit and pushed it inside of you, watching your face scrunch up. “did ya’ hear me brat? can you do that f’me?”
when he added a second finger, you felt like you were already on cloud 9. and you didn’t even get a taste of his cock yet, you just knew you were in for it.
“f..fuck yes, i can do that. i’ll do it for you!” your hands slid up your stomach, and up to your tits that were already so sensitive because of the cold. you squeezed them gently while locking eyes him, your juices dripping down his chin was enough to push you over the edge.
once you felt him curve his fingers, it was over. you couldn’t hold back the familiar pit in your stomach for any longer. your hips moved on their own, and right now they were grinding against his thick fingers, longing for more of that overwhelming pleasure. “‘m gonna cum ryomen, ohh fuck!”
the way his name sounded falling off you lips had him going berserk. sukuna felt you getting tighter around his fingers, and just before he got the chance to pull them out.. you were already cumming, a silent scream to go along with it.
with a hiss, he took his fingers out of you as strands of cum dripped down his hand. “who gave you permission to do that, you damned brat?” the man gave your pussy a light smack, causing your whole body to jerk.
“mm stop, ‘m sensitive now!” you tried to shut your legs, but he was quick to give your thigh a slap. “keep this shit open (y/n).”
a small whimper fell from your lips as you followed his orders and kept your legs open to his liking. he brought his hand with your cum on it up to his mouth, and wasted no time licking it clean. “tastes so fuckin’ good, shittt.”
you tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off and getting frustrated when you couldn’t. “wan’ this off ryo, take it off.” he gave you a stare that you didn’t recognize and took his shirt off, revealing his chest to you.
he had tattoos in almost every corner of his body, and he was absolutely ripped. you’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing at the sight. “wanna touch ‘em mama? you can,”
you ran your hand across his chest slowly, feeling every ounce of muscle he had. from abs, to biceps, to v line.. it wasn’t long before you were tugging on his pants too, letting him know you wanted those off next. to which he chuckled, but still did as you said and slid them off.
now all he was left in was his boxers and that was next to go. this time you didn’t have to say anything, he already knew. his boxers were off in an instant, and next thing you knew he was hovering over you.
“you sure you want this brat.. not gonna take it easy on you y’know?” it was sweet, but you didn’t care about any of that. in this moment right now.. you’d let this man do whatever to you. “‘s okay baby. i jus’ want you, need you to fill me up so bad.”
those words alone were enough for him. he gave you a cheeky smile and wrapped your thighs around him, slowly slapping his tip on your aching clit.
you looked so pretty like this. sprawled out on his bed, all eager and ready for him. if sukuna had it his way you’d be like this everyday. he was mesmerized by the way your pussy clenched at the smallest of things, “so fuckin’ perfect.”
your soft hands rested on your thighs as you held them apart in anticipation. his words only added onto your fire.. and you didn’t know how much longer you could take this.
when the man in front of you finally decided to make his first move, your eyes almost plunged out of your head. with a slow rock of his hips he was already sliding inside of you with ease, being careful not to overwhelm you.
once he was in, your gummy walls involuntarily clenched at the intrusion. it hurt. you nearly had the sensitivity of a virgin because of how long it’s been since you last had sex— and the size of him wasn’t making things any better.
to sukuna, this was heaven. he had to stop himself from cumming right there on the spot. with the way your deprived little cunt clamped down on him every other second, he definitely wasn’t going to last.
“fuck girl,” he let out a tight lipped grunt while giving your thigh a small smack. “lemme in, gotta relax for me yeah?” it was true you did need to relax, your whole body was tense and shaking, and he hadn’t even moved yet.
“‘m sorry.. can’t help it.” small whines left your mouth and you found yourself finally calming down— body included. when you weren’t as stiff anymore, sukuna took that as his sign to move.
cold yet comforting hands rested on your stomach, playing with the tiny pudge. sukuna couldn’t stop his mind from wondering.. you’d look even prettier with your tummy all swollen.
the room was filled with the sounds of skin clapping, and you choking on your own spit. you were already going brain dead.. and sukuna wasn’t far behind. the divine man was already so caught up in his own little fantasy.
what if he didn’t pull out tonight.. what if he got you pregnant and glued to him for life? yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. he’s always been a selfish man, and this situation was no different. how else would he make sure you never left him?
the pace of his strokes only got sloppier, rougher. before you knew it he had one of your legs over his shoulders, and he left a litter of kisses starting from your calves all the way down to your feet. every inch of this perfect body was his, and he wasn’t going to stop until you realized it too.
“this..” he started off, bringing his hand down to massage your poor puffy clit. “and this..” now his hands were groping at your chest as he brought his lips toward your perfect tits. the realization that he barely payed them any attention had him quickly latching his mouth onto your nipple— somewhat eager like a baby.
his mouth was tired and red from all the attacks on your body, but he didn’t care. all the pain was worth it if it meant bringing you pleasure.. that’s how head over heels he was. he only pulled away after he’d given both of your nipples a soft bite, and his eyes never left yours.
ah, how could he forget? the most important part. “this too,” he grinned, and within a split second both of his hands were on your stomach— pressing down onto the lower area. “it’s all fuckin’ mine, you hear brat? nobody else gets this shit,”
your face twisted at the random feeling of pressure, it was too much. answering his question was the very last thing on your mind. right now all you could think about was getting this man out of you before you lost it. a mix of tears and drool dripped down your face, and onto your exposed body.
“oh s..shit ryo please! ‘s too much, can’t take it!” your shaking hands went to his stomach, eagerly trying to push him away. “mm ‘m gonna fuckin’ pee if you don’t quit it!”
he growled at your measly attempt at pushing him away, and wasted no time slapping your hands away. who the fuck did you think you were? trying to push him out of such a heavenly cunt like yours?
“don’t do that again.” the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order, and something that you should definitely follow, or else. “where’d my good girl go, hm?” he cooed, a small pout on his lips.
he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it slowly, but not before wrapping his hand around your throat as a means to trap you. the tip of his dick hit against your cervix over, and over, and over again— making your jaw drop in response. and the smirk forming on his lips couldn’t be any bigger.. he finally found it.
“that’s your spot mama. feels good?” you mindlessly babbled through your spit as he wiped away the stream of tears on your pretty face. “yes y..yes yes right there, oh fuck!” your legs wrapped around him on their own, craving for the man in front of you to be even closer.
with the way your pussy was clamping down on him more aggressively than before, he could tell you were almost at your limit. perfect.
“gonna cum so deep in this tight lil’ pussy, fill you up til’ you’re round n’ swollen with my babies.” you let out the lewdest whine at his words, feeling the pressure in your stomach suddenly snap. “you’re so good with kids, so good with yuji. think it’s time you have some of your own, hm? gonna be the best mama ever,” the whole time he was fucking you, a hand always stayed glued to your stomach.
if it weren’t for your addicting cunt sucking him in, or that pretty little face of yours, your stomach would probably be his favorite thing about you. and that’s only because of the fantasies he had, that he’d be fulfilling tonight.
“p..please ryo, wanna have all your babies- fuck ‘m gonna cum!” you let out heavy breaths as sukuna pressed down on your lower stomach— again. your legs shook at the un-welcomed pressure, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him. stomach, thighs, dick, you name it. every inch of his lower body was covered in your juices, and he couldn’t be happier.
call him crazy, but sukuna wished he could scoop up the liquid, and put it in a jar or something to preserve it. he wanted a memory of the very first time you squirted for him, even though it surely wouldn’t be the last.
“f..fuck woman. who knew my brother’s teacher was such a slut,” his rough hand tightened around your neck as he felt himself twitching inside you. from the looks of it, he wasn’t too far behind.
your mouth was still wide and filled with spit, runny mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to your neck. you looked an absolute mess, but in sukuna’s eyes.. you were the prettiest like this.
“f..fuck brat, you don’t know what you do to me.” when he got a look at your messy-fucked out face, he couldn’t stop the throaty groan from arising. without any warning he was releasing his load into you, finally filling your hole full of his cum. “look at that shit,”
he looked down at his dick— watching it disappear inside of you only to come out with a ring of cream coating it. “she’s milkin’ me fuckin’ dry,” you mewled in response, taking both hands and placing them on his chest.
“no more okay? ‘m tired baby.. no more,” when he finally pulled out of you, a series of liquids leaked out and he was mesmerized. sukuna had you right where he wanted you, on his bed with his cum dripping down your sweet cunt. the man made a mental note to get a plug for next time.
before you were even able to get a break in, sukuna lowered his head right between your thighs. he just wanted to give her his thanks for taking him so well.
“just wanna talk to her for a bit.. that alright with you mama?” your head titled in confusion, but nonetheless you let him do as he pleased before letting your eyes finally close.
small kisses being left on your pussy had you stirring in your somewhat ‘sleep’. what the hell was he doing?
“mhmm you said talking not kissing ryo. you liar,” you used your foot to push him away and he couldn’t help but to laugh. you were never usually this whiney, but when it came to your sleep you didn’t care.
“she’s just so tempting,” he left one more kiss to your clit before trailing his way up to your stomach until he’d finally had his fill. “cmon my brat, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
if you weren’t pregnant with his seed in the next two weeks, he’d just have to try again until it takes.
bonus.
“oh gosh, no way!” yuji exclaimed as soon as he walked in the door with sukuna trailing behind him. the small boy didn’t even bother to take his coat off because he saw you— his teacher at his house and in the kitchen cooking dinner. the first thing he thought to do was run to you and hug you, so that’s exactly what he did.
tiny hands made up motions at you, and you knew that meant he wanted to be picked up. “ms. (l/n)!! why’re you at my house, i missed you!” his hands were clapping and you cooed at his chubby cheeks and missing teeth.
“call me (y/n) when we’re not at school yuji,” you pinched his cheeks. “me and sukuna are.. friends now, he invited me over.”
sukuna leaned over the counter, a scowl forming on his face. “tch, friends my ass.” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. just hearing those words come from your mouth had him wanting to set the world ablaze.
yuji’s mouth dropped in an ‘O’ motion, and not long after he was wiggling his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. “friends.. like boyfriend and girlfriend?” your lips parted to correct him, but sukuna beat you to it.
“yeah you little shit, she’s stayin’ with us forever and ever. guess i have two brats to deal with now,” and possibly another he wanted to add, but decided against it.
your heart warmed at his small speech, did he really mean all of that? a smile fell over your lips, and when your eyes met his you knew it was genuine. the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“yayyy, my two favorite people in the whole wide universe!! (y/n) and kuna!”
PAIRING: Possessive Lawyer Higuruma x Black House Wife Reader
WARNING: MDNI/ Modern AU, Angst, Micro Cheating, Insecure Reader, Established Relationship, Higuruma is actually down bad, Evil Shimizu, P In V, Reader is Freaked out but so is Higuruma, Higuruma a bit clueless
Synopsis: Higuruma is a hard working lawyer who doesn’t have time for his wife and doesn’t notice his very touchy coworker.
AUTHORS NOTE: GUYSSSS OMG, I have such a thing for tired looking men with big noses, so soon as my husband was animated, yk I was on that!!!!! The things I would for this man should be studied. TAKING REQUEST !!!!
Not proofread, sorry for the mistakes !!!!!
The distance didn’t begin with Shimizu, it began with silence.
With Higuruma coming home later than usual, with the way he would loosen his tie but not pull you into his arms like used to. With how his eyes, once warm and heavy with affection when they rested on you, now skimmed past you like you were part of the room instead of the reason he came home.
Yet you still waited up for him, still wore gold because he once said it made your skin glow like candlelight.
Still moisturized your legs before bed because he used to slide his hand over them absentmindedly while reading.
But now when you stood in the doorway of his study in silk and patience, he only glanced up briefly.
“Yes?’ He questioned as if you were bothersome.
“Nothing,” you murmured. “I was just going to bed.”
“Don’t wait up.”
He didn’t mean it cruelly and that was the worst part. It was indifferent.
You began noticing yourself differently, the softness at your waist when you sat. The stretch marks on your hips that you once traced with pride. The way your thighs pressed together when you crossed your legs.
You started wondering if Higuruma noticed them too, and if he didn’t like them anymore.
The first time you seen Shimizu, she was touching him and it made something ugly bloom in your chest.
She stood close in his office. Her blazer sharp, tailored, and her posture was confident. Her laugh effortless.
She looked like she belongs in his world. When her hand rested on his shoulder snd slid down slightly, he didn’t flinch.
He didn’t lean in either, he just didn’t notice. But you did. And when she titled her head and said softly,
“You deserve someone who understand the pressure you carry,” your stomach twisted.
Because you understood him, you just didn’t look like her while doing it. You weren’t someone who argued back or felt the need to defend yourself when necessary. You basked in silence and avoiding confrontation.
You walked away from his office before anyone could see you, his forgotten lunch still gripped tightly in your hand. You smiled at the receptionist as you left, hoping she wouldn’t tell him that you stopped by. Hoping your face didn’t show any hint of sadness even if your heart felt heavy.
That night you stood in front of your mirror longer than usual. You turned sideways, adjusted your bra strap, smoothed your stomach with your palm. You wondered was this why he was so distant.
And you hated yourself for thinking it but what if Higuruma preferred someone sharper, less soft, less home. It made your stomach churn the thought of Higuruma being with someone else that best fit him.
Over run with your thoughts by the end of the night made you cry yourself to sleep. When you woke in the morning and Higuruma’s side of the bed was empty and cold as it was the night before you decided. Decided to stop giving out the energy you weren’t getting back.
So you started pulling away.
If he didn’t touch you first, you didn’t touch him. If he didn’t look at you twice, you stopped dressing to be looked at. You stopped keeping up with your hair, keeping it in small twist under a silk scarf.
You stopped wearing silk around the house, stopped waiting in doorways. Stopped staying up late to see him come in because that was the only time you ever saw him.
He noticed the withdrawal but not the reason.
One evening, to your surprise he was home, away from work and not cooped up in his office. He sat in the living room, coffee mug in hand as the news played on the tv.
You stared at the back of his frame, his hair messy and unkept, different from usual style. His shoulders relaxed but still held tension from work, his white long sleeve shirt clung to his body, while his right arm flexed with every movement he made.
You stood there watching him for a good minute, watching the man you remembered him to be. Your phone rung in your hand snapping you of your trance and causing your husband to turn his head towards you.
You guys locked eyes and before he could speak you picked up your phone call and walked into the kitchen.
Higuruma’s eyebrows furrowed, there was no way you just ignored him for a phone call. He stood up going into the kitchen where you were just ending your call with Shoko.
“Who was that?” He questioned, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. Gray sweats hanging low on his hips.
“Shoko.” Your response was short as you took out stuff to cook with.
“What were you guys talking about?” He asked, looking you up and down.
The way your shorts clung to your body and your coils framed your face. His eyes traced your bare thighs over and over again.
“We’re going somewhere later on and she just wanted to confirm if I was going or not.” You said causing Higuruma’s eyes to snap back up to your face.
“You’re leaving today when I’m off?”
“I didn’t know you were off today.”
“Great now you do, so cancel your plans,” he said moving behind you, halting your movements. His frontside pressed against your back, and his lips on your neck.
Before it could get any further you stepped away from him completely.
“I already confirmed, i have to go get ready,” You said quickly while turning in the direction of the stairs.
Higuruma stared at you intensely as you walked away from him. His fist clenched in confusion as to why you pulled away from him. He followed you upstairs.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, watching you maneuver from the bathroom to your closet.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve been distant,” he said.
You stopped walking, your body now turned towards him. You just stared at him in disbelief, you’ve been distant? Me? You questioned in your head.
“Funny you say that because I learned it from you.” You said as you continued walking into the closet, done with the argument before it started.
He followed you into the closet much to your dismay, “I’ve been busy”
“I know Higuruma. I know, I’ll be back later on.” You said completely ending the conversation, going into the bathroom with a shut of the door.
He stared at the bathroom door, confused. Trying to analyze every situation that could have you acting like this but still coming up empty in the end.
When you left, you didn’t say bye nor did you say I love you and you didn’t kiss him like you usually did. His heart pulled at his chest tying to figure out what he did to his wife.
It was a week since that day, by the time you returned home he was leaving for work. And you didn’t leave him room for conversation. Wishing him to have a good day and that was all.
Shimizu noticed it. She always noticed how stress Higuruma was but this was different from his work stress.
She walked towards him, hands laying on his shoulders as he tensed up.
“You look more stressed than usual Mr. Higuruma,” Her voice soft but sharp, but Higuruma paid her no mind as she rubbed her palms into his shoulder because his only thought was you.
She continued rubbing his shoulders, and he didn’t stop her. Not because he didn’t want to but because his mind was too busy on other things to notice.
“Do you think I am away from my wife to much?” He questioned causing Shimizu to stop her movements.
“I think your wife needs to understand you’re busy with work Higuruma, and if she doesn’t understand than maybe she isn’t the one for you.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
Higuruma didn’t answer nor did he take her words into consideration. He thought about the company party and how he would invite you to meet everyone finally.
He sent you a message about it which you just hearted. No response, just a stupid message reaction. He excused himself from Shimizu touch as he left his office.
Over the week it escalated, Shimizu started staying later at the office with him. You knew because sometimes he would come home with her perfume lingering faintly on his jacket. Floral. Light. Professional.
You smelt it when he would hang his suit in the closet. Your chest tightened.
One afternoon, you returned to his office to drop off a document he had forgotten. The door was closed this time. You knocked once but there was no answer. You pushed it open slightly.
Shimizu stood beside him again but this time her hand wasn’t on his shoulder. It was on his chest. Flat, like she was steadying herself. Like she belonged with him.
They were laughing, he removed her hand but gently. Absentmindedly. She didn’t look embarrassed rather she look encouraged.
“You’re too serious,” she said softly. ‘Your wife must have a hard time getting you to relax.”
He adjusted his glasses. “She manages.”
She leaned in closer, lips against his ear as she whispered to him, “I could help.”
Your stomach turned before you stepped inside fully. Her eyes flickered to you and she smiled. She wasn’t startled by you nor ashamed you’d just caught her. Just amused like touching someone else’s husband was a joke.
You felt small in that moment, not because you were less. But because she wasn’t afraid of you.
“You must be his wife.” She said causing Higuruma to turn in his chair, slightly surprised you were there.
“Yes I am.”
“You didn’t need to come.” He said softly taking the documents from your hand. He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek.
He stepped back face showing confusion, but you weren’t looking at him but rather past him at Shimizu who sat against his deck.
Leg crossed over the other, her short hair perfectly styled as she tapped her red nails against his desk. She stared back at you, her eyes going up and down your body in the blue and white floral sundress you wore. And suddenly you felt there was a thousand eyes on you.
You looked back towards Higuruma who was still staring at you, confused as to why you turned your head. You looked between him and her and the sight if her whispering in his ear lingered on your mind.
“It must be exhausting,” she said breaking the silence, her voice sweet but condescending, “being such a devoted housewife.”
Housewife.
The word sat strangely in that room. You clenched your fist and then unclenched them. Higuruma watching your reaction but still not saying anything.
You smiled politely at her although your thoughts were everything but.
“It isn’t, Higuruma may I speak to you alone,” you said turning around and walking out of his office.
You and him walked in silence all the way to your car.
Higuruma spoke first, “Thank you for dropping these off to me.”
“You’re welcome, you and Shimizu seem close for coworkers,”
His face scrunched in confusion, he thought him and Shimizu were like any other coworker who joked around on occasion.
“We are close, everyone in the office is considering we spend most of the day together.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
You look at him as you felt your heart split into two. So he was falling for her because he spent most of the day with her. You understood it now.
Nodding your head, you kissed him on the cheek and got into the car leaving him standing there confused.
Higuruma watched you drive off, were you jealous of him and Shimizu’s relationship? He questioned but that was impossible, he’s never known you as a woman to be jealous nor insecure. He continue thinking about it but dismissed it, thinking certainly introducing you to everyone at the party would fix this.
That night, you couldn’t look at yourself without seeing comparison. Your stretch marks, your curves, the softness he once worshipped. Did he still? Or had he grown used to it? Bored by it?
You didn’t want to give up on your relationship although you pulled back. You still wanted him and you hoped he still wanted you.
When he came home you tried something bold. You wore red, deep red, off the shoulder.
When he walked into the room his breath caught in his throat watching you at your vanity in his favorite color. You stood walking towards him as his eyes looked you up and down.
Your lips pressed against his and Higuruma put his hands on your waist pushing you back a bit. Shock written across your face, he gave you an apologetic look, lip gloss staining his lips.
‘I’m tired baby.” He said walking away from you as he loosened his tie.
You stood there fist clenched as you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. This was it, Higuruma really didn’t want you anymore.
It was the day of the office party when you saw Higuruma again. By the time he came in you were asleep and by the time you wet up he was gone. You thought he was avoiding you after you failed attempt at sex.
You and Higuruma walked into the party that was held on a rooftop bar that overlooked the city. Lawyers and assistants mingling, laughter loud, drinks clinking.
You walked beside him, back straight. You felt eyes on you, men noticed you, woman noticed. Shimizu noticed as she approached with a drink in hand.
“You clean up well outside the courtroom,” she told him. Her hand brushed his forearm slightly when she handed him a glass.
She didn’t remove it immediately, you saw it, everyone saw it.
She leaned close to his ear to say something over the music, lips brushing dangerously near his cheek. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought she was attempting to steal a kiss on his cheek.
He didn’t step back fast enough and that caused your stomach to drop, not out rage but humiliation. Everyone around the room watched the interaction and you felt like a spectator in your own marriage.
When she laughed and pressed her hand lightly against his chest again, you stepped forwardly calmly and placed your hand on his biceps.
“May we go talk in private please?” Your voice was soft and his eyes immediately look down at you, surprised.
Shimizu smiled, “Don’t steal him for too long.”
You met her gaze giving her a smile, “I won’t.”
You pulled him towards the balcony door so you two would be alone.
“I’m done with this Higuruma, I want to go home,” you said trying not to cry but frustration laced in your voice.
He looked at you and he watched tears well up in your eyes. “What’s wrong,” he said grabbing your face.
You stepped back, wiping a single tear that fell down your face.
“You’ve been distant with the excuse of being busy with work, and I understand that Higuruma. But can you explain to me your relationship with your assistant please because it seems more like you two are married than we are. I am competing with her at an office party you invited me to, if the goal was to embarrass me, trust me I’ve been feeling more embarrassed than you know.” You said letting all your pent up thoughts out at once.
Higuruma stared at you in disbelief, never once in the 5 years he has known you have you ever raised your voice. He took in your words replaying everything.
“I never intended for it to seem that way when it came to Shimizu and I am not here to embarrass you. Never in my life have I thought about embarrassing you in any way. You’re not competing with Shimizu, I don’t understand why you feel like that.”
Higuruma reached for you as you stepped back, hugging yourself in disbelief. He cannot be serious right now. There is no way eh doesn’t realize her actions.
“She touches you in public, she makes snarky comments towards me to you and you never correct it. If I am just your housewife Higuruma, what does that make her? Your workwife?” You question you voice becoming raised.
“I understand that she oversteps-,” he started.
“And you allow it, over and over again you allow it.” You said cutting him off.
His jaw tightened, “I don’t encourage her to act like that towards me, I’m sure she is just a touchy person. There is no reason for you to get upset over something trivial.”
You scoff, “You don’t discourage her, you don’t put the fact out there that you’re married when she is whispering your eye or rubbing your shoulders. Could you imagine if I went to work and my male coworker did that and I didn’t stop him. If he continuously gave you a title that deemed you less than what you were. How would you react?”
Higuruma’s eyes darkened and his fist clenched thinking of another man even breathing in your direction and you allowing it. Then he replayed everything with Shimizu and the distance he’s been giving you over and over again. He looked at you, tears running down your face and his heart clenched.
“I stood there feeling small, for the past few months I’ve been trying to get back to what we knew. I even started questioning myself and my worth.” You said tears streaming down your face. “Am I good enough for him?” “Maybe he isn’t’ attracted to me anymore” “Am i failing as his wife?” You repeated every questioned you asked yourself back to him.
“Every night I have cried myself to sleep because my husband decided that work was more important. And I have always understood the workload you have but you have never not made time for me. Then I visit you at your office and I see you and your coworker in each others faces because you two got close because of work.”
Higuruma let you speak as his heart tugged at it strings, he didn’t want to interrupt you, he wanted to give you a chance to let it all out. But he understood now. Understood why you started pulling away from him. Because he did it first unintentionally.
“I can’t do this anymore Higuruma, please go be where you’re happy, where you’re familiar.” You said turning towards the doors to leave.
Higuruma grabbed you turning back to him. “You think I don’t want you?” He questioned.
“You think I don’t feel the same way I feel since the first days I laid eyes on you? You think I would leave you for someone like Shimizu, leave the love of my life for someone as insignificant as she?” He said pulling you towards him and you cried in his chest trying to get out of his arms.
“I have never once looked at another woman and felt temptation, but every time I look at you I force composure. I love you more than anything and this life and I would choose you every time. I am sorry for being a bad husband, for neglecting you, your body and our marriage. You’re the only woman I have ever thought was meant for me.”
He squeezed you tighter as your sobs turnt into soft hiccups, “Only you baby.”
You pulled away from him as he looked down at you prepared for you to run again. When you stood there trying to find the lie, he just stared back at you up and down.
The way the dress hugged your body and your tear stained face and red eyes. He hated it to happen at this moment but he felt his pants tighten.
“Prove it Higuruma, prove everything you’re saying to me,” your voice soft and shaky.
His eyes darkened with need, and he knew you needed him as bad as he needed you. He looked up to find half of the party watching you guys, their eyes on your backside that was poking through your dress.
Shimizu staring as well but not at you, but at him with a slight smirk on her face. He stared at her for a moment recalling all her actions and how he let it past and he understood why you felt like that. Higuruma wouldn’t know what to do if you ever put him in that situation.
He looked back towards you and cupped your face in his hand. Kissing you slowly and intentionally, a way to claim you in front of everyone at the party. Because he was yours and you were his.
“Let’s go home,” He said breathlessly, not remembering the last time you two shared a kiss like that.
He gripped your hands in his as he walked past everyone in the crowd, eyes solely focused on you. Even when Shimizu tried to stop him he ignored her. Determined to get home and show you he meant what he said.
The ride back home was silent, his eyes darting from the road to you every five minutes. He hated himself for making you feel that way, for making you feel less than what you were. He grabbed your hand again, apologizing again as he kissed it.
Higuruma stepped into the door first, hand still connected with yours. Not running you to run away from him again.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he said kissing you on the lips again, watching you walk up the stairs. Higuruma loosened his tie and followed you upstairs leaving his phone and anything work related downstairs.
You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and you took a deep breath. You were nervous, scared even. It’d been so long, what if he didn’t like your body anymore. All thoughts flew out of your head when the room door opened.`
Higuruma stared at you like his favorite dessert and it made your insides tingle. He stepped closer to you until he was between your legs and you were looking up at him.
“I will never let you feel small or unworthy in my presence again,” he said as his hand reached for your jaw keeping your head steady.
“Do you understand baby?” His voice wasn’t loud and it wasn’t distant. You knew he was serious just off the look in his eyes.
“Yes,” your voice soft but no longer shaky. He smiled lazily stepping back to take off his shirt. You leaned back watching him as his abs came into view. Immediately you were wet, and you hated how easily your body reacted to him even if you were supposed to be mad.
He looked at you and smirked at the way your thighs that he loved closed together to feel some type of friction. He walked back over to you, getting on his knees as you continue to lean back watching him.
“I missed you,” He said as he kissed the inside of your thighs forcing your legs open.
You hummed not giving him a response, instead lifting your hips so he could move your dress further up.
He bit the inside of your thigh hard, close to your wet panties and you whimpered but not in pain. He sucked on the part he bit creating a dark bruised spot. Your panties got wetter with each suck, with each tease.
He hooked his fingers around your panties pulling them to the side. You moaned slightly when the cold air came in contact with the your wet heat.
“You missed me so much, you’re soaking over little touches,” he said rubbing his thumb over your clit slowly. Teasing you again.
“Higu,” you whined, wanting him to stop the teasing. He let out a small laugh before pressing his hot mouth against you.
His tongue swirled all around as his hands gripped your waist to stop you from moving. His nose bumping against your clit with each and every lick. He brought one of hands down and entered two fingers into your inviting hole.
Your backed arched off the bed from the pleasure you were receiving. He was eating you like he was trying to tell you something, make some thing clear to you.
His fingers moved faster as his tongue swirled and sucked. You felt his tongue move in different directions and thats when you realize, the freaky fuck was spelling his name.
You gripped his head pushing him deeper into you, if he were to die like this. He would indeed die a happy man.
He felt your warm walls tightening as your moans turned into strangled gasped. His fingers went faster hitting against your g-spot over and over again.
He felt your legs trying to close around his head and your body trying to scoot from him. It was too much for you between his finger, his tongue, and his nose you didn’t know what to do. Well except cum of course.
You came on his face as he continued to rock his fingers inside of you, still holding your waist down. He wasn’t going to stop until he ate every single last drop of cum.
And he did as you pushed his head away. He finally let up with a kiss to your pussy as your legs shook and you were out of breath. You looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought it up to your lips.
“Taste yourself, pretty baby,” he cooed at you. You leaned up taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking your juices off his finger like a little slut.
Higuruma’s pants got tighter and he felt you suck his fingers like it was his dick. He watched as you sucked his fingers cleaned. He leaned down taking his fingers out of your mouth, watching your breathlessness with amusement.
He grabbed your chin tilting your mouth open and you felt something hot drip into your mouth. He watched you swallow his spit with no resistance and stuck his tongue in your mouth.
His tongue swirled around yours furiously, furious at himself for denying you so long and furious at you for thinking he would ever let you leave.
Your hands slid down his chest feeling every ridge on his stomach. You undid his belt sliding your hand into his pants, gripping his dick outside of his boxers.
He pulled away from the kiss, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His moans echoed right into your ear as your worked your hands worked him up and down.
“Oh fuck baby slow down,” he said trying not to cum immediately. You didn’t listen instead putting your hands inside in his boxers gripping his dick bare. You brought up a hand to your mouth sucking your own fingers before it bringing it back down using the pre-cum oozing from his dick along with your spit to jerk him off.
Higuruma rutted his hips into your hand like a dog in heat, moans and whimpers slipping out of mouth without shame.
You missed this the most, a man so composed in the courtroom falling apart just from a stroke.
“Does it feel good Higu,” you whispered while licking the shell of his ear.
“Haahh,” he moaned into your neck as you squeezed the tip of his dick.
His moans becoming more erratic as his seed decorated your stomach and hand.
“Uugh,” he moaned breathe less collapsing slightly against your chest, you stroked his dick softly as rope of cum spilled out of him.
He gripped your hand, pulling it away from him and bringing it above your head.
“You trying to kill me? Huh princess?” He said kissing on your neck as you giggled.
“Let me taste you Higu,” you moaned from him sucking on your neck hard enough to leave it bruised.
He brought it your hand that was covered in his cum to your mouth as he watched you clean it with your tongue. His dick becoming hard again from the sight of you swallowing every last of it off of your hand.
“Put it in me baby please,” you said breaking Higuruma out of his trance. He clicked his teeth. Moving his hips up and down against you for some friction.
“Thats not how you ask princess,” his voice teasing.
You whined bucking your hips into his causing him to groan. “Please I need it baby please.” You begged while reaching down again.
Before he could even noticed you gripped his dick and lined it up with you entrance, he didn’t stop you. He watched as you took what was yours and would always be yours.
Your back arched off the back once he fully entered you, he stayed there. Unmoving before pulling out and slamming himself back in over and over again. His dick immediately finding your g-spot and never letting up.
He watched your face twist and contort in pleasure, kissing your lips he drunk up every single last moan.
Through the whole night you and him didn’t stop. He cummed in you so much, it dripped onto the sheets and made a puddle on the sheets below you two. Your juices decorated his lower body and his stomach more times than you can count.
Higuruma laid you in the freshly changed bed after one last round in the shower. Your neck bruised and purple matching the scratches and bruises on him. His work shirt on your body, made his dick twitch again but you were worn out and understood.
He laid next to you and gave you a long kiss, gripping your hair in his hands. Fearing that when he woke you would actually leave him.
You pulled away first breathe less as he stared at you and stared back.
Your fingers traced the hickeys on his body as he continued to stare at you, never wanting to forget what he had waiting for him at home everyday again.
“I never want you to feel how I made you feel again. You’re not in competition with anyone and you’re not just a housewife. You are the love of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And never will I allow my restraint to feel like rejection again. I love you.” He said pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
“I love you too Higuruma.” You said taking in his words, knowing he wasn’t lying, you slept peacefully for the first night in his arms. And you woke still in his arms.
It had been two weeks of Higuruma coming home early just to be with you and two weeks of him taking you through the mattress every time he kissed your neck.
He had just left the house, earlier than usual while you were asleep but didn’t forget to leave a note letting you know he had an early morning and that he would be back soon.
The courthouse felt different as he began pulling away from his life here. To was quieter and colder.
Higuruma arrived earlier than usual, earlier than anyone else. His steps were measured, controlled, but there was something sharper underneath.
Shimizu walked in 15 minutes later, heels precise against tile, expression composed as always.
She knocked on his office door light. “Good morning, Higuruma- San.”
“Close the door.” Her smile faltered slightly at his tone but she still obeyed.
He didn’t offer her a seat, he remained standing behind his desk, hands resting slightly against the surface.
“You have repeatedly overstepped professionally boundaries.”
She blinked once. “If this is about the party—“
“It is.”
“You’re overreacting.” She said with a roll of her eyes. He watched her eyes roll in disgust from her behavior.
“No.” He spoke with a calm voice, a terrifyingly calm voice.
“You placed your hands on me in public and in private. You implied my wife was inadequate. You suggested I deserved someone else.”
Her lips pressed thin. “I was only being supportive.”
“You were being inappropriate and I was at fault as well for not stopping you in the moment.” He said.
Silence stretched. She tried once more, softening her voice.
“You’re letting emotion cloud your judgement.”
“My judgement is precise.” He said as he slid a folder across the desk.
“You’re being transferred, effective immediately.”
Her composure cracked. “You’re transferring me? Over your wife’s insecurities?”
The air in the room dropped several degrees. “You will not speak about my wife again.”
His voice didn’t rise but it carried weight.
“She is not insecure. I failed to enforce boundaries. That failure ends today. Be happy you didn’t get fires Shimizu.”
“You’re ruining your reputation over a housewife.” She spoke again condescendingly.
“My marriage, my wife,’ he corrected evenly, “is not a liability.”
“You’ll regret this.” She said stomping out of his office.
“No,” he said simply. “I won’t.”
Security was notified. Her access to the building revoked, her belongings packed.
By noon, her name plate was gone, and for the first time in months the office felt clean.
When came home that evening, something in his posture was different. Not distant nor restrained but it had intent.
When he walked into the room, you were sitting at the edge of the bed, hands clasped together. The house was quiet, but not heavy.
You looked up when he entered, watching as he removed his jacket slowly.
“It’s handled,” he said making your heart skip a beat. “She’s gone.”
“She won’t work in that building again” he said as you studied his face.
“You fired her.”
“Yes.”
“For me?” You questioned.
“For us.” As he said that something in you chest softened but nerves twisted underneath.
“There’s something else,” you said quietly.
He noticed the slight tremor in your voice immediately. His gaze sharpened.
He walked in front of you dropping to knees in front of you. “What is it baby?”
You swallowed before reaching for the nightstand drawer and pulled it out slowly.
He watched your every movement before his breath hitched and the room went completely still.
Your fingers trembled as you held it up, a small white stick, two pink lines.
For a moment he didn’t move and he didn’t breathe. And that scared you, you didn’t know how he was going to react to this.
“We’re pregnant?” He said with tears threatening to fall down his face.
You nodded your head, tears falling down your face as he embraced you tightly.
He kissed you softly.
“You are mine in a way that is no longer theoretical.”The statement wasn’t ownership.It was awe.
“I will not allow you to question your desirability.”
His thumb brushed over your stomach again, gentler now.
“You think I was distant before?”
“Yes.”
“I was overwhelmed.”
“With work?”
“With how much I feel.” You stilled.
“When I look at you,” he admitted quietly, “I do not feel calm.”
You swallowed.
“I feel protective. Distracted. Possessive.”
His hand slid to your lower back, pulling you closer carefully.
“And now,” he murmured, gaze dropping to your stomach again, “that instinct has multiplied.”
Your fingers found his collar slowly.
“I was scared to tell you.”
“I know.”
He rose, pulling you with him gently.
“You will not carry fear in this house.”
His lips brushed your forehead first. Then your cheek. Then finally, slowly, your mouth.Not rushed. Not heated. But reverent.His hand rested flat against your stomach the entire time. Grounded. Certain.
“You are not small,” he whispered against your lips. “You are not replaceable.”
His forehead pressed lightly to yours.
“And you are not alone in this.”
For the first time in months, the insecurity quieted. Not erased. But held. By him. By certainty.
By the steady weight of his hand resting protectively over both you and the future growing beneath it.
waking up satoru in the middle of the night and telling him you want cookies. (ᵕ•_•)
it’s like 3:10 in the morning when you poke at satoru’s bare shoulder.
“toru,” you mumble, with all the guilt in your guts.
he groans into the pillow, all white hair messy and sticking up like he fought a war in his sleep. “baby,” he mutters, his voice still half asleep. “why’re you awake? it’s—” he squints toward the clock on the nightstand, “—too early.”
you chew on your lip, suddenly feeling kind of dumb but too deep in it to stop now. “i want cookies.”
he goes still for a second, then turns his head slowly toward you with one eye barely open. “you what?”
“cookies,” you repeat, curling into the blanket like that makes it sound less ridiculous. “like, the chewy chocolate chip ones? i saw them on tiktok while scrolling and now i can’t stop thinking about them.”
for a second he just stares at you. “sweetheart, you woke me up at three a.m. for cookies?”
you nod.
he sighs into the pillow again, but then he sits up, stretches his long arms over his head, yawns and swings his legs out of the bed.
“wait—where are you going?” you ask, blinking up at him.
“to get you cookies,” he says simply, running a hand through his hair.
“no, no, i was just joking!” you say quickly, grabbing his wrist before he can stand all the way. “i didn’t mean it like that, toru. please get back to bed. you have work in like, two hours.”
he looks down at you, lips curving into that lazy little grin that always makes your stomach flutter. “nuh uh,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “my girl said she wants cookies, so she’ll have cookies.”
“toru, seriously, i’m not making you drive at three a.m. for—”
“baby,” he interrupts, still smiling, “you think i’m gonna let you crave something and not get it for you?”
you stare at him, heart melting in your chest because he looks so unbothered about the fact that you woke him up on a work night at three a.m. just for stupid cookies.
shirtless, sleepy and somehow still the most determined man on earth.
“you’re insane,” you whisper, laughing a little as he searches for sweatpants.
“insanely in love,” he mutters, pulling on a hoodie. “now tell me what kind of cookies we’re talking about. the thick, gooey, chocolate chip ones, right? you said chewy?”
you flop back on the bed with a groan, burying your face in the pillow. “you’re actually doing this.”
“mhm,” he hums, already sliding his phone out to check which stores are open. “you got a video or something? i need to know what they look like.”
you reach for your phone on the nightstand and hand it to him, the screen lighting up with the video you were watching before you woke him. “these,” you mumble, pointing at the gooey cookies with melted chocolate and sea salt flakes.
he watches the short clip, then nods like it’s the most serious mission he’s ever taken.
“got it. i’ll be back soon.”
“are you sure?” you say, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips.
“yes,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. “go back to sleep, baby.”
you watch him leave, barefoot and humming under his breath, hoodie halfway zipped and still half-asleep.
and when the door closes behind him, you can’t stop grinning into the pillow, already imagining him showing up twenty minutes later with a paper bag in one hand and that stupid proud smile on his face.
you fall asleep before he’s even back and when you wake up to the smell of chocolate and your boyfriend gently nudging you awake, whispering, “hey sleepyhead, got your cookies,” you can’t help but laugh — because of course he did.
summary! choso's always had strong feelings for you, his sweet, impossibly cute roommate. after dropping out of college and introducing you to his band mate suguru, things take a turn for the worst when the man starts to take an interest in you. drummer!choso becomes increasingly more jealous and agitated with each fucked up thing geto puts you through, and he finally snaps. his quiet jealousy turns dark, messy, and impossible to ignore. (jealousy, slight angst, messyyy, toxic relationships (suguru –> reader) comfort, fluff, smut.)
choso hated when geto was over.
“suguru! fuck! it’s too much— i can’t— i can’t!”
“shut up—god—and take it.”
your muffled moans and the creak of the bedposts drifted through the thin plastered wall of choso’s room. the one you’d shared since signing the lease over two years ago, back when you were just strangers hunting for a nice apartment during your freshman year.
back then, things had been simpler.
you'd gotten close to the mysterious boy in only a few weeks. just you and choso, figuring out school and life together, finding comfort in each other’s company.
he had been one of the kindest, coolest people you’d ever met, someone who listened to your fucked-up problems without judgment, who cleaned up after himself, who held you on the couch when winter felt too crisp.
the perfect roommate, in every sense.
“you’d make a good boyfriend, cho,” you’d teased once, stroking his hair lightly.
“hmm, you think so?” he’d grinned, lazy and carefree.
but things were different now.
choso had dropped out to focus on his band, 'exorcize'—gojo on vocals, geto on guitar, toji on bass, and him on drums.
the band had taken off, and after being personally invited to one of their gigs, a small introduction from choso had suguru immediately hooked.
that had been the moment everything shifted.
quiet nights of spectated drum practice while you studied or long meaningful conversations were gone, replaced by surprise visits from geto and sleepless evenings that left choso restless and uneasy.
deep down, in that hazy, stoned part of his mind, he knew he felt something for you. something raw, unacknowledged, and unrelenting.
“god, sugu—i seriously can’t! —oh my god!”
he heard your cries, felt his stomach twist with a mix of disgust, anger, and jealousy. he couldn’t endure another sober second of listening to you plead.
his hand found a pre-rolled blunt in his dresser, lighting it with a red lighter you'd gifted him months ago, the smoke curling around him like a protective shield.
“c’mon, you can do it, just a few more—fuck!—seconds!”
he hated him. but more than that, he hated the way suguru spoke to you.
the subtle degradation, the possessive control masked by perfect composure. choso knew you noticed it too. the way your fingers curled around anything you could grab when suguru got too close, too possessive. the way you'd shy away from him rather than leaning into him lovingly. and yet, you stayed.
it tore something inside choso, some raw, unpolished piece of himself that had never stopped wanting you.
“just a little longer, y/n, fuck—you can do that for me, can’t you?”
he closed his eyes and inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs, the only thing that could dull the constant back-and-forth inside his head when it came to you. the only thing that dulled the voice in his head, from when you used to talk to him like he was the only man in the world. his addiction, his only vice.
~
morning
the brunette boy sat slumped on the couch, one leg folded under him, the other stretched across the coffee table. sunlight crept through the blinds, painting uneven lines across his face. his hoodie hung half-off his shoulder, hair tied back loosely, a blunt tucked behind his ear like muscle memory.
he looked fucking wrecked.
you padded out from the hallway, wrapped in a big t-shirt that definitely wasn’t yours. it hung too low on your thighs, smelled faintly like suguru’s cologne, and that made something twist in your stomach when you noticed choso glance at it once, then away with a twitch of his eye.
“good morning, cho” you said, trying to sound casual, cheerful, like nothing weird had happened last night.
he didn’t look at you right away. his thumb was tapping against the armrest, slow and rhythmic. “yo.”
you bit your lip, moving to the kitchen counter. the silence pressed between you like humidity. it felt different now, awkward, thick.
you’d never had awkward silence with him before.
“uh, you sleep okay?” you tried again, voice soft, careful.
he finally turned to look at you. dark circles rimmed his eyes, and his tone came out flat. “where’s geto?”
your stomach dropped. “huh?”
“suguru,” he said again, leaning back into the couch. “where’d he go?”
you blinked, your throat suddenly dry. “oh. um. he—uh—left early, he doesn't really stay the night...he sorta just comes at night whenever he wants and leaves when we're done.”
choso didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly, eyes still half-lidded. but you knew that look—his patience hanging by a thread, the faint twitch of his jaw, that lazy exterior covering something sharper underneath.
“choso,” you said quietly, walking over a bit. “did you… uhm— hear us?”
his eyes flicked up to yours. “mhm.”
the word hit heavier than it should’ve. you looked down at your hands, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “oh my god. i thought you were asleep. i didn’t mean for you to—”
“s’alright,” he said, cutting you off, voice rough. “walls are thin, y’know, i get it.”
you winced. “was it—was it bad?”
he let out a low, humorless chuckle, the memory of his band mates grunts and your pretty gasps still fresh in his mind. “mhm. heard it all.”
you felt heat crawl up your neck, mortified. “shit, choso, i’m so sorry. i really didn’t think—”
“don’t worry 'bout it,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “i’ll just sleep the morning away, got the gig tonight anyway, so it should be fine.”
you hesitated, wanting to say something to make it better, to make him better, but his tone was a closed door.
so you offered the only thing that came to mind. “let me make you breakfast? as an apology?”
he looked up, studying you for a second before nodding. “right... sure.”
you exhaled in quiet relief and turned toward the kitchen, grabbing eggs and bread from the fridge.
you weren’t sure what he liked this early. he usually slept until noon, leaving trails of smoke and half-empty cereal bowls behind, but it felt right to do something. the clinking of pans filled the silence.
behind you, choso leaned his head back on the couch, eyes half open, watching the light catch in your hair as you moved. he wanted to stay annoyed, to keep that boundary up. but the sight of you—bare legs, hair messy, humming softly under your breath while cooking in the kitchen—hit him in that dull, sore spot inside his chest.
“you should come to the gig tonight, if geto didn't already invite ya',” he said suddenly, voice low.
you glanced over your shoulder, surprised. “yeah, you want me to come?”
“i do.” he stretched, reaching for the blunt on the table but not lighting it yet. “you haven’t seen us play in a while.”
you smiled a little, flipping a piece of toast. “yeah, sure. i’ll come.”
he grunted something like approval, pretending not to notice how your eyes softened when you said it, the way your face lit up as you moved your hands.
you’d seen clips online—crowds packed tight in dark venues, neon lights washing over exorcize as they played.
they weren’t just another college band anymore. they were it. the band everyone wanted to fuck, to be, to orbit around.
gojo with his wild white hair and stupidly perfect grin, toji’s quiet menace on bass, suguru’s calm confidence, and choso behind the drums, silent but magnetic, his hair sticking to his face, eyes half-lidded, lost in rhythm.
they all had that look, that raw, sexy allure that made people crave them like meth.
and you’d been there at the start of it. before the crowds, before the smoke machines and the afterparties. when it was just choso, hunched over a kit in the living room, half stoned, tapping out rhythms while you studied on the couch.
the smell of butter and coffee filled the apartment. you plated up the food—scrambled eggs, toast, a few slices of avocado—and brought it over to him.
“here,” you said softly, setting the plate in front of him. “a really shitty peace offering.”
he gave a small smile, lazy but real. “yum.”
you sat down next to him, tucking your legs under you. the couch dipped between you, and the silence that followed wasn’t as sharp this time. he picked at his food for a while, eating slow.
“seriously though, cho,” you said after a minute, eyes on your plate, “i’m really sorry about last night.”
he shrugged, chewing. “told you, s' fine.”
“it’s not fine,” you insisted, voice quiet. “that must’ve been… weird for you. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
choso let out a low snort, setting his fork down. “y/n. you were horny. you got dicked down. shit happens.”
you froze, staring at him with wide eyes, face flushing deep. “ew,”
he smirked a little, leaning back. “what? just sayin’. it's no big deal.”
“yuck, don't talk to me like i'm one of your little junkie friends!”
“why not? we're not friends now?” he asked, in a tone that was so laid back and careless it made you anger, “what are we then? don’t get all shy now, i'm tryna lighten the shitty mood.”
you swatted his hand away, embarrassed but smiling despite yourself. “stop it, we're just friends... it's just— just shut up.”
“yeah,” he said, a small grin tugging at his mouth. “heard that before.”
you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. for a moment, it felt like old times again.
easy, unspoken comfort settling back between you. but under it all, he felt that same ache still there, low and constant.
the thought of geto touching you, of your voice on the other side of the wall, it looped in his head like a bad song he couldn’t skip.
he finished his plate, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
“thanks for breakfast, it was real good, y/n. you'd make a good housewife y'know,” he said.
“god just shut up,” you said with an all too dramatic eyeroll.
the quiet lingered again, softer this time.
~
the studio reeked of ash and stale beer. gojo was already shirtless, sprawled across the leather couch, strumming suguru’s guitar with no real purpose.
“bro, put that down before you break a string,” suguru said, tone bored but edged.
“relax, i’m blessing it,” gojo said, flashing him a grin.
toji sat off to the side, bass in hand, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the day. he didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to, his presence was enough to keep the room balanced.
gojo noticed the slight tire in getos purple eyes and decided to pry. “so,” he said, spinning a drumstick between his fingers. “you look fucked, man. late night?”
suguru stretched his arms overhead, dark hair falling into his face. he smirked like he couldn’t help it. “mmm, something like that.”
“oh, come on,” gojo said, grinning. “you can’t just say ‘something like that.’ i need details, you fuck some chick, or?"
toji gave a quiet snort but didn’t look up from his tuning. “you gossip more than a fucking teenager, huh?”
“yeah, keeps me in shape.” gojo’s grin widened. “so? do tell.”
suguru’s smirk deepened, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “you know, just y/n.”
“shit,” gojo said, sitting forward, elbows on his knees. “again? chosos little roommate? thought she was too sweet for you or whatever shitty excuse you made last time you slept with her and dipped.”
suguru shrugged. “sweet doesn’t mean boring.” he spoke like he was discussing a setlist, casual, detached. “can't stop going over to her place man. she's a great fuck, obedient, y'know? and tight as hell.”
gojo laughed under his breath. “oh yeah? she's sexy, sure, but i didn't know she had all of that going for her. you mind if i..."
“yeah, i do,” suguru said, unbothered. he leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs. “she's only sucking my cock right now and i wanna keep it that way.”
gojo raised both hands in mock surrender. “fair enough. so does she know about all the other pussy you get or?..." he teases.
"no. and she's not gonna. thinks i'm some fucking saint."
the way he said it made the air go strange—like they were both too comfortable talking about someone so badly who wasn’t even there.
toji glanced at them, expression flat.
“so what’s the deal then?” gojo asked, voice dropping just slightly. “you two dating?”
suguru’s tone turned dry. “not exactly. it’s just casual, a bit messy.”
“that mean she thinks you are and you don’t?”
little did the guys know, choso was standing in the hallway outside the studio, leaning against the wall, eyes half-lidded, hoodie drawn over his head. the door was slightly ajar.
at first he just wanted to pass, maybe pop in later when they started playing. but then he heard it—
“she’s a little too attached. wants to talk about everything. i don’t do clingy bitches,” suguru said, voice casual, almost bored.
choso froze.
“it’s fine. she knows what this is, if she gets hurt, that’s not on me.”
choso’s jaw tightened under the hoodie. his hands curled into fists, then unclenched. the smoke haze that usually clouded his head felt sharper now, stinging like cold air.
"does choso care? i mean, he's pretty much always high off his face so i doubt he'd even notice, but still. you can't be quite even if you tried." gojo added.
"nah, choso doesn't give a fuck about anything, i'm sure he doesn't care."
gojo just rolled his eyes and nodded along, clearly geto didn't know shit about his supposed friend.
choso was classical stoned, sure, but he was a deep thinker. although the never really voiced his opinions doesn't mean he doesn't have any. and the assumption that he doesn't care about you, the one girl he can actually feel himself around, feel comfortable with? it's a punch to the gut.
“plus, maybe he’s some sick cuck, maybe i’m doing him a favor fucking y/n loud enough for him to hear,” suguru said next, the words like a punchline to the room.
gojo laughed, oblivious, egging him on. toji’s bass sat idle, a quiet observer.
choso’s stomach twisted, sour and heavy, but his face stayed blank. he’d heard enough. everything he’d felt last night—the jealousy, the heat, the ache—coiled into a tighter knot in his chest.
and yet. he didn’t react. didn’t slam the door open or yell, he was too level headed for that. he just let the words hang there, let the laughter roll over him. the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat became his anchor.
then, like he always did, he slipped into his usual mask. the hoodie covered his eyes, his hands shoved deep into the pocket of his baggy sweatshirt.
he pushed the door open, just enough to enter, and let his presence announce him.
“’bout time,” gojo said, lounging back on the couch, grinning like nothing was off, like he wasn't just talking questionably about him. “thought you were skipping rehearsal.”
“nah,” choso said, voice low, clipped, casual. “traffic was slow.”
suguru glanced up, immediately switching to his usual calm, lazy composure. “afternoon,” he said evenly.
choso gave a small nod, dropped his bag, and moved to the drum kit, adjusting cymbals without looking at anyone else.
but under the surface, the coiled anger, hurt, and frustration hummed. every tap of the drumsticks later would carry some of that weight, silent, restrained, but there.
gojo, pretending to be oblivious, grinned at him. “you good, man? look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“didn’t,” choso said, tone clipped.
gojo whistled, dragging the notion. “what, neighbor’s dog barking again?”
“something like that.” choso gave suguru a quick side glance before settling in further.
suguru’s hand stilled for a second on the fretboard. he didn’t look up, but he could feel choso’s eyes flick toward him.
toji caught the tension first, his gaze shifting between them. “you two done?” he asked dryly. “we practicing or what?”
choso exhaled, sitting down behind the kit. “yeah. let’s get it.”
the first few hits were slow, a warm-up rhythm, but every strike landed with more force than usual. the echo bounced around the room, sharp and deliberate, filling the silence that had started to suffocate the space.
gojo laughed lightly, trying to shake it off. “guess that’s a yes.” he adjusted his mic stand. “alright boys, from the top.”
the noise erupted again, guitar, bass, drums, the controlled chaos of sound. it filled every corner of the studio, pushing back whatever words had hung there before.
suguru played clean, precise, every note in place, but his mind wasn’t entirely in it. he could feel the weight of choso’s rhythm behind him, each beat heavy, almost personal.
choso kept his head down, sticks moving fast, steady. he wasn’t thinking about the music. he was thinking about voices in thin-walled apartments, about laughter that sounded just like this. about how easily people could talk about something that still sat raw in his chest.
gojo sang through the chorus, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes half-closed. toji’s bass lines held everything together. and choso, he hit the drums like he was trying to keep from saying something out loud.
when the song ended, there was a moment of quiet, the kind that comes right after noise when everyone’s heart is still beating too fast.
“tight,” gojo said, wiping sweat off his face. “we’re gonna kill it tonight.”
“yeah,” toji said simply, setting his bass down.
choso nodded once, not looking at anyone.
suguru adjusted his guitar strap, clearing his throat. “we’ll meet back here at eight,” he said, tone easy. “venue’s expecting us by nine.”
choso started packing up his sticks. the others were still talking, voices fading into background noise. he kept his head low, eyes on the drum kit.
“yo, cho,” gojo said suddenly. “you bringing anyone tonight?”
choso hesitated. “y/n said she'd show.”
“ahh, she better,” gojo grinned. “need a familiar face in the crowd.”
suguru’s hand tightened imperceptibly on his strap.
choso zipped his bag and stood. “mhm. see you later.”
no one stopped him. the door shut quietly behind him, the sound echoing longer than it should have.
for a second, the three of them just stood there. gojo hummed, breaking the silence. “yeah, i think he heard you, and he definitely does care.”
suguru didn’t answer. he just stared at the door for a long moment before setting his guitar down, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something and thought better of it.
toji rolled his shoulders and muttered, “doesn’t matter now. just shut up and focus on tonight's gig."
~
choso pushes the door to your apartment at around 7.p.m, his skateboard bumping against the wall as he toes his sneakers off. he decided to hit the skate park after the studio, and was just getting back now.
the apartment’s dark. not quiet-dark —off dark. no soft indie playlist humming from your room, no yellow light spilling down the hallway, no half-finished tea on the counter. just the faint hum of the fridge and the lingering scent of your coconut shampoo that always hangs in the air.
he squints toward the living room. nothing.
“yo, y/n?” his voice echoes a little. it sounds lazy, but underneath it’s got that edge, confused, half-worried. “you home, babe?”
nothing.
he pauses, drumming his fingers against his thigh. normally he wouldn’t think much of it, you liked to take long showers, disappear for coffee runs, but the place feels weird tonight. the kind of quiet that sits heavy.
“yo, for real, where the fuck are you?” he calls again, walking toward the kitchen, his hoodie half-zipped, hair still damp from washing it after practice. the smell of weed clings to him, mixed with cigarette smoke and a hint of cologne he must’ve borrowed from gojo.
he flicks on the hallway light, flinches a little at how harsh it is. the walls glow pale and flat. still no answer.
“y/n,” he mutters, a little louder now, “don’t fuckin’ do this horror movie shit.”
he checks the balcony. empty. checks the bathroom, light off, door cracked. nothing. his chest tightens even though he keeps telling himself he doesn’t care, that you’re probably fine, that he’s overreacting like some clingy idiot.
then he hears faint music. a muffled bassline leaking through your bedroom door.
he exhales, tension leaving his shoulders all at once, muttering, “jesus, fuckin’—you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
he knocks lightly, then pushes the door open without waiting.
and freezes.
you’re standing in front of your mirror, airpods in, the faint shimmer of your lip gloss catching the lamplight. you’re half-dressed, black skirt, sheer tights, tiny top, and your hair sits perfectly like you didn’t even try. your room smells like warmth and perfume and clean skin.
for a second, choso forgets how to breathe.
“shit,” he says under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
you pull an airpod out and turn toward him, surprised. “oh my god, you scared me.”
he blinks slowly, eyes dragging up from your legs to your mouth, then back down again. “yeah, uh—my bad. place was dark. thought you got kidnapped or somethin’.”
you laugh softly, shaking your head. “kidnapped? really?”
he shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. “could happen. you never know. world’s fucked.”
you roll your eyes but smile. “well, i’m fine. just getting ready for the gig.”
“yeah, i can see that.” his voice dips lower without meaning to. “you look…” he pauses, tongue running over his teeth, trying to sound casual but it comes out rough. “fuck, you look hot as hell.”
you blink, heat crawling up your neck. “you think so?”
he nods, still rubbing his neck, eyes locked on you. “yeah. like, real talk, y/n, you’re gonna make it hard to focus tonight. literally everyone’s gonna be staring.”
you laugh, a little flustered. “you’re just saying that.”
“nah,” he says, finally walking into your room. “not just sayin’. like—you look fuckin’ insane. good insane.”
you smile, glancing back at your reflection, fixing your earring. “thanks, cho.”
he drops down onto your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “you mind if i chill here? watch the whole… transformation process?”
“be my guest,” you say, turning back to your mirror.
he leans back on his hands, watching you move. your drawers open, mascara wand twirling between your fingers, your skirt swishing when you shift. the music in your airpods leaks just enough for him to catch the rhythm.
he tries to stay cool, keeps that lazy look on his face, but his heart’s still pounding from the moment he saw you. his head’s full of too many things, practice, suguru’s voice, your laugh, the sound of his name coming from you.
after a minute, he says, “we gotta leave in, like, an hour. gojo’s picking up suguru and toji, you wanna ride with me or get there yourself?”
you turn around, surprised. “oh, i can come with you?”
“course,” he says, shrugging. “beats paying for parking. you'll be abit early is all.”
you grin. “then yeah, i’ll come with you, doesn't matter to me, cho.”
“aight,” he says, stretching his legs out, smirking just a little. “sweet.”
he’s quiet for a while after that. you keep getting ready, music still faintly playing, the smell of your perfume thick in the air. he fiddles with the ring on his thumb, his mind replaying suguru’s words like static.
she’s a great fuck, obedient and tight as hell.
she thinks i’m some fuckin’ saint.
maybe he’s some sick cuck.
the words crawl under his skin. he can’t stop hearing them, can’t stop imagining the look on your face if you knew.
he shifts, sits up straighter. “hey,” he says suddenly.
you hum in response, focused on your eyeliner.
“can i ask you somethin’?”
“sure.”
“what’s the deal with you and geto?”
you pause mid-stroke. “what do you mean?”
he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “just… what are you two, exactly? like, are you dating or is it just some hookup thing?”
you blink at his reflection in the mirror, half-smiling. “why, you gonna make fun of me again for last night?”
he shakes his head. “nah. i’m serious.”
something about his tone makes you turn fully, leaning against your dresser. “oh. um…” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “i don’t know. i mean, i like him a lot. we hang out, we… yeah. i guess we’re dating? hes never actually said it, but it sure feels like it.”
he stares at you for a long moment, his chest tightening.
“you guess?”
“yeah.” you laugh softly, awkward. “he’s not, like, big on labels, i think. but we spend time together. he’s nice to me. i like being with him.”
choso nods slowly, but his face doesn’t change. “right. 'nice to you.'”
you frown, studying him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he looks away, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “nothin’. just… didn’t figure him for the relationship type.”
“why not?” you ask, voice soft but curious.
he shrugs again, lazy like always, though his voice is heavier now. “he’s just… not the kinda guy who stays still, y’know? always got somethin’ else goin’ on. kinda hard to picture him with one person.”
you tilt your head. “you sound like you know him better than i do.”
“maybe i do,” he mutters.
“then tell me,” you say quietly. “should i be worried?”
his jaw tightens. he doesn’t answer right away. he wants to tell you, wants to let it spill out, the whole disgusting thing he heard at practice, the way suguru laughed about you like you were nothing but a story to pass around. it’s right there, sitting heavy on his tongue.
but when he looks at you, soft eyes, hopeful little smile, the way you look at him like he’s safe, he feels sick.
you’re too good for it. too sweet. too fucking naive to see how much he’s playing you, and he can’t stand the idea of being the one to shatter it.
“cho?” you ask gently.
he blinks. “yeah.”
“what were you gonna say?”
he opens his mouth, ready to just do it—to tell you everything, to ruin whatever fantasy you’ve built around suguru—but then your phone lights up on the dresser.
suguru calling.
you both look at it.
your heart jumps a little, that reflexive smile pulling at your lips. you grab the phone, swiping to answer. “hey.”
choso watches you, expression unreadable. your voice softens instantly, your tone sweet and familiar in a way that makes his stomach twist.
“yeah, i’m just getting ready,” you say, turning slightly away from him. “mhm… yeah, i’ll see you there, choso's driving me.”
his fingers drum against his knee. your voice is quiet now, almost a whisper. he can’t hear the words, only the tone—light, careful, like you’re trying not to say the wrong thing.
you laugh at something he says, that little laugh that used to be his favorite sound in the world.
and something in choso deflates.
he stands slowly, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. your perfume still hangs in the air, heavy and warm.
“hey,” you say, glancing at him mid-call, mouthing, one sec, before turning back.
he nods, grabbing his keys from your desk where he’d dropped them.
you’re still talking, giggling now, saying something about how you’ll be there soon. he heads for the door.
“yeah,” you murmur into the phone. “love you too.”
his steps falter for half a second, then keep going.
the door clicks shut behind him, quiet.
you love him? god, how could he tell you after hearing that...
~
the venue’s already packed when you and choso pull up. neon bleeds across the cracked pavement, the sound of bass leaking through the concrete.
you can feel the pull of the crazy fans even from the street. drunk laughter, the sharp scent of cigarette smoke, someone yelling over someone else.
choso kills the engine and leans back in the driver’s seat for a second, watching people shuffle in through the side door. the light outside hits his face in flashes. pale, pink, blue, he’s fading between moods.
“you ready?” he asks, voice low, lazy, but you can hear something else under it.
“yeah,” you say, adjusting your skirt, checking your lip gloss in the visor mirror.
he glances over, eyes flicking briefly down your legs before turning away again. “lookin’ like that, you’re gonna cause a fuckin’ riot, man.”
you laugh softly. “you said that earlier.”
“yeah, and i meant it both times.”
you shake your head, smilin despite yourself.
inside, it’s chaos. the place smells like sweat and beer, lights flashing in dizzy loops, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder. gojo’s voice echoes somewhere backstage, already hyping people up. you follow choso through the narrow hallway, your hand brushing his arm as someone shoves past. since when was he so muscular?
“sorry,” you say automatically.
he glances back. “nah, you’re good.”
he holds the side door open, letting you through first.
the band’s gear is scattered everywhere. amps, cables, beer cans, half-empty water bottles. suguru’s there, tuning his guitar, cigarette hanging from his mouth.
when he looks up and sees you, his expression softens into that easy smile that always used to make your stomach twist.
“hey, pretty thing,” he says, walking over.
choso looks away, jaw tight.
“hey,” you say quietly, leaning up to kiss him. his hand slips to your waist, the kiss short but a little too public, a little too look-at-me.
“you made it,” he murmurs.
“told you i would.”
behind you, gojo’s laugh cuts through the noise. “yo, choso, you finally dragged n/n outta her cave!”
choso smirks. “yeah, figured she could use a little culture.”
“culture, huh?” gojo grins at you. “hope you’re ready for noise complaints and groupies.”
“i’ll manage,” you say, smiling.
toji doesn’t look up from his bass, just gives a small nod in greeting. the whole room buzzes with the kind of pre-show tension you can feel in your teeth.
everyone’s running on nerves and caffeine and whatever else they’ve put in their systems.
choso tosses his hoodie onto a crate, rolling up his sleeves. he looks good like that—focused, hair half-tied, a strand falling over his cheek. he’s calm but sharp now, a different kind of energy from the stoned version of him you’re used to. the one who drifts through mornings in smoke.
“five minutes,” someone calls out from the stage manager’s booth.
you hover near the wall, watching them all get into place. gojo bounces on his heels, suguru spins his pick between his fingers, toji stays silent. choso’s behind his kit, tapping his sticks against the snare like he’s talking to it.
the crowd roars as the lights dim.
you press closer to the side of the stage, the bass vibrating through your shoes.
gojo’s voice hits the mic, smooth and arrogant. “we’re exorcize. don’t fucking blink.”
the first chord screams through the room, and everything shifts.
the sound is huge. overwhelming. suguru’s guitar cuts clean through the noise, toji’s bass a low pulse under it all, and then choso—he owns the rhythm. every hit lands deep, every movement controlled but raw, like he’s drumming out something that’s been living under his skin for years.
you can’t take your eyes off him.
he’s sweat-slick already, jaw tight, eyes half-lidded. the lights flash white, then red, then blue across his face. every motion is deliberate, steady, like he’s trying to stay anchored in something only he can hear.
and even though the crowd’s losing their minds, it feels like it’s just him and the sound.
you glance at suguru. he looks good too—cool, collected, confident. but next to choso, he feels staged. rehearsed.
your chest tightens. you look back at choso.
there’s something different in the way he plays tonight. sharper. more aggressive. like he’s exorcising something, no pun intended. every strike on the snare is heavier, almost angry. you wonder if it’s just adrenaline or if something happened earlier.
when the first song ends, the crowd screams. gojo throws his head back, grinning, shouting into the mic. “holy shit! you guys showed up tonight!”
choso stays quiet, twirling his sticks, taking a long drink of water. his eyes flick toward the side of the stage, toward you.
you smile.
he doesn’t. just nods once, small, subtle, before looking away. the next song starts before you can think about it too long.
you dance a little, lost in it, letting the music carry you. but somewhere in the back of your head, you can feel his stare again. quick glances between beats, the way his gaze lingers just a second too long before he looks back down.
and for the first time, you realize you’re not sure which one of you it’s harder for.
by the time the set ends, you’re breathless from the noise, your voice hoarse from shouting. the band leaves the stage to cheers, sweat-soaked and buzzing. gojo’s the first to collapse backstage, laughing.
“we killed that shit,” he says, half-yelling.
“yeah, not bad,” toji mutters, towel over his head.
suguru grins, walking straight toward you. “told you we’d put on a good show.”
you nod, heart still racing. “you were amazing.”
he leans in to kiss you again, and you let him, even though your eyes flick over his shoulder for a second—to choso. he’s wiping sweat from his forehead, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floor.
suguru pulls back, arm still around your waist. “so, you coming to the afterparty?”
you hesitate. “uh, yeah, i think so.”
“good.” he kisses your temple, then turns toward gojo to talk about something.
you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do with your hands. the noise of the room fills the space between you and choso. he finally looks up, trying to push aside the guilt he still felt for not being able to man up and tell you about suguru.
you smile, small and tired. “you were insane up there.”
he laughs, strong yet humorless, the phrase 'love you too' still haunting his every thought. “yeah? thanks.”
“no, really. i couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
his mouth twitches, like he wants to smile but doesn’t trust himself to. “yeah, well… guess i did my job.”
you step closer, voice soft. “you okay?”
he nods, eyes flicking briefly toward suguru, then back at you. “yeah. just… beat.”
you nod too, not sure what else to say. gojo yells something about shots, suguru laughs, and the night keeps moving around you.
but in the middle of all of it, you and choso stand there for a second, caught between the noise and the silence. like the whole night’s holding its breath, waiting to see which one of you breaks first.
~
the afterparty’s at some half-finished warehouse space two blocks from the venue, the kind of place that smells like spilled beer, sweat, and old amps. led lights are strung along exposed pipes, blinking unevenly. someone’s blasting music from a bluetooth speaker that keeps cutting out.
you walk in first, suguru’s hand laced with yours, his thumb tracing idle circles against your skin. you look good under the dim light—like you belong there, like you’re glowing even in the noise and haze.
choso follows behind, slower, his hoodie unzipped and hair sticking slightly to his forehead. he already smells of weed; he’d lit up the second they left the venue.
people yell greetings, offer shots, hugs, congratulations. gojo’s already got his arm around two people he definitely doesn’t know, yelling about how they fucking killed it tonight. toji’s slouched near a speaker, scrolling through his phone like none of this matters.
suguru doesn’t let go of you. not once. he keeps you close, leaning down every so often to murmur something in your ear that makes you laugh. he’s magnetic in these settings. composed, charming, eyes sharp enough to make anyone feel seen.
choso sits on a couch near the edge of the room, elbow draped over the back, watching through half-lidded eyes.
you look happy.
and for a minute, that’s enough.
he takes a drag, holds it, exhales slow. watches the smoke drift toward the ceiling. you’re laughing at something suguru said, your head tipped back, eyes bright.
he can almost convince himself it’s fine.
you’re happy. maybe that’s all that matters.
but he can’t stop remembering the way suguru talked earlier at the studio, voice low, that half-smirk twisting his mouth as he said your name like it was something to toss away. you lean up and kiss suguru’s cheek, whisper something. he nods, still holding your waist.
“gonna go fix my makeup,” you say, smiling. “don’t move.”
he smirks. “not going anywhere, princess.”
you squeeze his hand and disappear down the hallway. choso takes another drag. exhales through his nose, slow. for a few seconds, suguru just stands there. then, like someone flipped a switch, his attention shifts.
choso notices it instantly, the way suguru’s gaze catches on someone across the room. tall girl. dark hair. red lipstick. she’s leaning against the kitchen counter, talking to some guy with a drink in her hand.
choso knows her. everyone does. she used to hang around the studio all the time. suguru’s old fling. the one he’d bragged about, laughed about, talked about like she was a good story, just like you. his shoulders tense.
suguru drifts over. slowly. easy. one hand tucked in his pocket, the other reaching for a drink as he greets her.
she smiles like she’s been waiting.
he says something that makes her laugh, that same half-grin sliding across his face, the same one he used when he looked at you five minutes ago. choso stares at them, heartbeat starting to pick up, jaw tightening around the joint.
he can’t hear what they’re saying, but he doesn’t need to. he can read the body language, the subtle lean-in, the flirtatious tilt of her head, suguru’s slow smile.
the same old act.
he feels something stir in his chest, something dark and heavy. he looks toward the hallway, half expecting you to come back. you don’t.
he looks at suguru again, and his mouth moves before his brain can stop it.
“yo.”
his voice cuts through the music, quiet but sharp.
suguru glances over his shoulder. “hmm?”
choso’s still on the couch, but his tone’s different—lower, edged. “you maybe wanna get your shit in order before she gets back?”
the girl blinks, looks between them, then takes a step back.
suguru raises an eyebrow. “huh?”
choso leans forward, elbows on his knees, smoke curling around his fingers. “you heard me.”
the room feels quieter even though the music’s still playing.
suguru laughs once, soft, incredulous. “you serious right now?”
“deadass.”
he looks away for a second, shakes his head like he’s amused. “you’re high, choso.”
“not that high.” choso stands up, slow and deliberate. “i just don’t like watching you act like a fuckin’ idiot when she’s not even gone five minutes.”
suguru’s jaw tightens, that calm exterior starting to crack just a little. “what’s it to you?”
“what’s it to me?” choso echoes, stepping closer. “she’s my roommate, dumbass. i actually give a shit if she gets hurt.”
“roommate,” suguru repeats, his smirk returning. “that what we’re calling it?”
“yeah,” choso says flatly. “that’s what we’re calling it.”
suguru laughs again, but it’s sharper this time. “come on, man. don’t tell me you’re getting protective. that’s cute.”
choso doesn’t smile. doesn’t blink. “just don’t be the asshole i know you can be, yeah?”
for a second, something flickers behind suguru’s eyes. annoyance, maybe. guilt. or nothing at all. he looks away, taking a sip of his drink. “you don’t know what you think you know, choso.”
“nah,” choso says quietly. “i know exactly what i heard.”
suguru’s gaze snaps back to him. “what?”
“the studio,” choso says, voice steady. “you should watch what you say when you think nobody’s listening to you talk shit.”
suguru freezes, for a long moment, neither of them move.
then suguru laughs again—soft, controlled. “you think you know what that was about.”
“don’t need to think,” choso says. “you said it clear as day.”
“she’s a big girl,” suguru says after a pause, voice low. “she can handle herself.”
choso’s eyes narrow. “you mean she trusts you. that’s not the same thing.” suguru doesn’t respond.
choso takes another step forward, close enough now that the smell of smoke and alcohol mixes between them. “if you don’t give a fuck about her, fine. just don’t stand here pretending you do.”
he steps back, drops the joint into an empty cup, and turns toward the hallway, he almost bumps into you.
you’re back, smiling, oblivious, still glowing from the night. “hey, what’d i miss?”
both men go still.
suguru’s mask snaps back on instantly, smile smooth and easy. “nothing, babe. just talking band shit.” you nod, glancing between them. choso’s eyes are hard to read. too calm, too quiet. you loop your arm through suguru’s. “oh! okay. drinks?”
“yeah,” he says, kissing your temple. “let’s get you one.” he leads you toward the kitchen, the two of you slipping back into the party’s pulse.
choso stays where he is, arms crossed, jaw tight. from across the room, he watches as suguru hands you a drink, laughs at something you say, leans in close like nothing happened.
and for the first time in a long time, choso feels the kind of anger that doesn’t burn out, it just settles. slow, deep, and quiet.
he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his lighter, flicks it once, twice. the flame dances for a second before he shuts it off.
he takes a breath.
then another.
the music swells again, the noise swallowing everything.
and still, all he can hear is suguru’s laugh and the echo of his own restraint cracking, one hairline fracture at a time.
.
a few hours later
choso doesn’t mean to, really.
but the tight, burning knot in his chest, the one suguru’s smirk planted there, the one that grew watching him flirt with that old girl, the one that pulsed every time he saw your smile linger on suguru instead of him. fuck, it’s unbearable.
he’s been quiet, slow, keeping that lazy, half-asleep stoner mask on, puffing on his joint like everything’s fine. but it isn’t. it never has been.
he promised. always promised. no pills, no hardcore shit. just weed. the band worried enough about him already, addiction has always been a shadow he could never quite shake, and they knew if he went deeper, it’d swallow him.
but now, standing in the pulsing warehouse light, the noise vibrating up through his shoes, the alcohol and smoke thick in the air, he’s feeling something foreign. anger. jealousy. raw heat that makes his chest ache and stomach twist.
“yo, kamo,” he hears a guy drop down next to him, some old friend from college, he's leaning in. “nice to see you man. it's been ages."
choso just nods along, letting the guy talk about whatever he thinks is so important, his ears only really peeking up when the guy says, "you look like you need somethin’ a lil stronger.”
choso looks at him, slow. “mm, like what.”
the guy holds out a small baggie. pills, little white caps. “just some party shit. everyone here's doing it."
choso stares. his promise to the band, to you, floats somewhere in the back of his head , only weed, nothing heavier.
you'd all told him how addictive he could get, how dipping his feet into any sort of hardcore drugs wouldn't turn out great for him.
he takes the bag anyway. too pissed if to give a shit about anything other than numbing what he's feeling. "yeah, alright.”
“sweet,” the guy says, handing him a drink to wash it down.
the high hit him slow at first, a gentle fog wrapping itself around his chest, legs, fingers. choso felt the kind of calm that usually made him drift through a morning on the couch, hoodie loose, blunt tucked behind his ear.
but tonight, it was different. it hit like a wave he couldn’t ride without tumbling. and the warehouse, sticky, crowded, glowing in neon and sweat, was the perfect storm for it.
he wandered through the party, each step lazy, like he was moving through molasses, yet every sense screamed sharper than usual. the bassline rattled his chest, people’s voices blurred into a constant hum, the smell of booze, perfume, and sweat mixing into a heady cloud.
he took another long drag from his joint, holding the smoke, letting it curl around him, thinking it might shield him from the gnawing coil in his stomach, but it didn’t. not really.
“hey, choso,” a familiar voice broke through the haze. a fan, a girl maybe nineteen or twenty, pressed forward with wide eyes and a camera phone. “can we… like, take a pic? i love your band, dude, you’re insane on drums..
choso blinked slowly, the effects of the drug tangling with his words. “ahh, yeah… fuckin’ yeah, for sure.” he motioned lazily to the spot, half-smile tugging at his mouth. he let the girl snap a few pictures, asked her dumb little questions, about the band, gigs, where they got the idea for that last song—and he answered, voice drawling and thick, slurring words just slightly.
every few minutes, though, his gaze flicked back to you. and every time, there you were. pressed against suguru, who had that impossible grin plastered on his face, thumb brushing your hip while making conversation with someone else. choso’s stomach twisted. you weren’t tense. you laughed at something suguru said, head tilted back—but his jaw clenched.
and then he noticed it. suguru’s eyes, dark and dirty, sweeping across the room, lingering on every passing girl with a flash of that smug, possessive look. choso felt something sour bloom inside him, anger. jealousy. something he hadn’t felt in a long time, something sharp and alien.
he sucked in a long drag of his joint, letting it burn down slowly, but the warmth didn’t soothe him. the high pressed against the raw edges of his chest, amplifying the foreign heat that bubbled with every glance suguru threw.
the way his lips curved slightly at you, and yet his eyes traveled over the figure of every passer by, made choso’s fingers itch to smash something, anything.
and then it happened. a girl, tall, laughing, hair loose over her shoulders, crossed the warehouse floor, and suguru’s gaze latched onto her, heavier than he had been doing.
just like that, he leaned down slightly to you, whispered something, and before choso could register it, suguru excused himself.
"gonna step out for a bit,” he said smoothly, voice low, eyes catching choso’s once before he disappeared through the side door.
you watched him go, smiling like it was nothing. like you didn’t notice the tension he left behind.
choso’s lips parted slightly, and for the first time tonight, he felt some clarity in the chaos—the haze, the crowd, the thrum of the bass—all of it funneled into one magnetic point: you.
he made his way through the crowd, knees a little wobbly, mind thick and messy with high thoughts, each step pulling him closer to you.
when he reached you, he leaned against the wall beside the couch, blinking slowly, trying to anchor himself despite his brain telling him to just spout nonsense.
“yo,” he said, voice low, a lazy drawl that was already fraying at the edges. “hey… hey you- you look… fuck, you look like— like somethin’ really fuckin’ hot. like, goddamn, don’t even—don’t even talk, just stand there, yeah?”
you looked at him, frowning slightly. his eyes were glassy, unfocused, but they held a sharp, almost wild intensity.
“cho… did you..? what did you take?” you asked carefully, voice low, hands resting lightly on the couch back. “you’re really high right now, aren’t you?”
he blinked slowly, shaking his head, hair falling into his face. “nah… nah, it’s… just… the whole place… it’s like—fuck, it’s like the world’s spinning.”
he ran a hand through his hair, eyes darting to you, then back toward the doorway where suguru had disappeared. “man, I swear, every time I look… he’s lookin’… like—fuck, like he’s owning somethin’ that’s mine. not yours, mine.”
you frowned, stepping closer. “cho… slow down. breathe. you’re not making sense.”
“sense? ha!” he laughed, sharp and hoarse. “fuck sense, you’re… you’re standin’ there, and I’m… I’m—shit, I’m like, all these fuckin’ feelings,” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at you, voice cracking a little with the intensity.
“cho,” you said softly, moving to grab his arm, trying to steady him. “look at me. what did you take?”
he shook his head violently, sitting down on the edge of the couch, hands tugging at his hoodie strings. “nah… nah, can’t… fuck, can’t tell. you'll be mad at me. but you… you’re like… god, you’re fuckin’ everywhere in my head.”
you bit your lip, exhaling through your nose, letting a faint groan of frustration escape. “hey… listen to me. you’re too high. you’re spiraling. it’s not healthy. come on… we’re going home.”
he blinked up at you, expression softening slightly, but the haze still clouded his gaze. “home?” he muttered, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. “fuck… home. yeah, yeah, you… you’re home.”
you knelt beside him, voice gentle but firm. “yeah. c’mon, we’re leaving, you're fucking soaring.”
he blinked at you, then laughed softly, a little shaky. “you… you’re fuckin’ bossy, y’know that? like… goddamn, bossy as hell… I fuckin' like it. I like it a lot.”
you shook your head, smirking despite yourself. “yeah, well, bossy is gonna save your ass tonight. now get up.” you extended a hand. he took it slowly, fingers brushing yours, gripping tightly for a moment.
as you led him through the crowd, you leaned slightly toward gojo, speaking over your shoulder. “hey, tell geto I’m leaving for the night. also tell him not to come over later.”
gojo’s grin faltered slightly, but he raised a hand in mock salute. “yeah, yeah. whatever.”
you didn’t answer, just kept walking, guiding choso toward the side door. the night air hit him like a splash, sharp and cold, clearing some of the fog from his mind. he shivered, pulling the hoodie tighter around himself, looking at you with wide, almost pleading eyes.
“fuck, it’s… it’s cold out here,” he muttered, voice rough. “but… yeah, fuck… you smell, like… everything good.”
you rolled your eyes, smiling, tugging gently on his arm. “c'mon, get in the car you big baby.”
he followed, shuffling along beside you, shoulders hunched, hands fumbling with the hem of his hoodie. he let you guide him into the passenger seat of his sleek black mercedes, heat and regret and longing pressing together as you let go of his arm.
“yo… you know,” he said suddenly, voice low and rough, “I… I like you. fuckin’… like… goddamn, like really, really… yeah.”
you glanced at him, surprised, hand resting lightly on his arm. “cho… you don't know what you're saying,” you said softly, voice steady. “now let’s just get you home before you do anything stupid.”
he grinned, shaky but wide, and leaned slightly into you as you guided him along the sidewalk. “yeah… yeah, okay… home… yeah… but fuck, I swear… I swear, I’m like… all my feelings… all of ‘em… you’re fuckin’… yeah, you’re it.”
you laughed softly, shaking your head. you were starting to get really anxious. he's ever like this, never so open, never so talkative. “you're high. i don't want to hear any more of this nonsense, okay?”
~
you open the door to your apartment with a slightly more sober choso trailing behind you. normally, it was warm here, soft, your little refuge from the chaos of the outside world. tonight it was cold, unfamiliar, as if every object, the counter, the fridge, the chipped mug in the sink, was holding its breath.
choso was already inside, leaning against the kitchen bench, sleeves rolled up, hair falling into his eyes.
normally, even high, he was lazy, drifting. tonight he was… heavier. darker. like every beat of his pulse carried some of the tension from the warehouse, every breath filled with something raw, sharp, desperate.
“cho?” your voice was soft, tentative, as you stepped closer. the door clicked shut behind you and the sound seemed louder than it should have been. he didn’t answer at first, just watched you, eyes glassy but unblinking, half-shadowed in the dim light.
then he moved. suddenly, decisively. one long step forward, and he was close enough that you felt the heat from him, smelled the faint mix of weed, sweat, and his cologne. before you could react, he caught your wrist and guided you toward the counter, pressing you lightly against it.
“hey,” he murmured, low, rough, voice shaking just slightly. “don’t… don’t move. just… just listen.”
you froze, pulse jumping. normally he was lazy, teasing, stoner-lazy. not like this—not intense, not… commanding in that way that made your lower stomach tighten.
“choso—” you started, but he silenced you with a sharp glance, his eyes flicking up to yours, desperate, pleading.
“i… i’ve been keeping something from you,” he said, voice tight. “something stupid. something i should’ve… fuck, should’ve told you about a long time ago.”
you swallowed, your heart picking up. “hmm?… what is it?”
he exhaled slowly, hands brushing against the edge of the counter near your hips, close but not overbearing, just there enough that you felt trapped in the tension he carried.
“it’s… it’s about… suguru,” he said, jaw tightening. his voice caught in his throat for a second, then he pushed through. “about all the… shit he’s said. about you, y/n.”
your stomach dropped. what the hell was he talking about? he was clearly fucked out of his mind, slurring his words as his jaw twitched. you wanted to put him to sleep, tell him to calm down, but he looked too controlling, like he'd explode if he didn't get this out.
“suguru, he… he talks about you like you’re nothing,” choso continued, hands tightening around the edge of the counter as if he needed the anchor. “like… like he’s the only one with a right to… to even fucking look at you. he… he laughed, y/n. we were at the studio, and... he said—he said such shitty things about you."
your breath caught as he leaned in closer. "l-like what?..."
"shit... he said that he likes you because you’re obedient, you're 'tight as hell', a good fuck, like you’re… like you’re just… I don’t even know, a thing for him to screw. and then—”
he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, dark eyes flicking to yours. “—then, tonight, while you were in the bathroom, doing your makeup, he went straight to his old fling, the girl he used to bang and brag about, just… just to… to prove something. he looked me dead in the eye. like he was… like he’s proud of it.”
you felt your throat tighten. your hands gripped the counter instinctively. “oh choso... i'm sorry you had to hear all of that… i—”
“no, no,” he cut you off, urgency flashing. “don’t you fucking start apologizing. don’t. you didn’t do anything. it’s all him. it’s… it’s just… i hate him. i fucking hate him, y/n.”
his voice was raw, breaking a little on the last word.
the smoke curling around him made him look sharper somehow, the dim light accentuating the edges of his face, the dark lines under his eyes. you’d never seen him like this. vulnerable, angry, but also… unflinchingly honest.
“choso... he's your band mate, i know what he did to me was shitty, but don't let that ruin your relationship with him... cmon…” your voice was quiet, unsure. you weren’t sure if you were supposed to comfort him or run. your chest hurt at the honesty in his voice.
“no. i don't care, y/n... and that’s not the worst part,” he said, leaning just a little closer, hands still on the counter, gaze locked on yours.
“the worst part is… i can’t—i can’t stop thinking about it. about him touching you, talking about you, laughing at the way he’s—fuck, i don’t even know. it makes me… it makes me feel like i’m losing my mind. like my chest is… i don’t know, ripping in two.”
your lips parted slightly, unsure what to say. his usual lazy, stoner-laden grin was gone. this was… desperate. needy. almost like he couldn’t stand not saying it out loud.
he was slurring his words, looking frantic.
“and i… i want to—” he paused, swallowed, voice rough, low. “i want to tell you… that i’d never… i’d never do that. not to you. not like him. not even close. you… you’re too good, too… i don’t… fuck. you’re not like that. and i… i like you, y/n.”
the words hit harder than you expected. you’d thought he was joking before, rambling high, maybe even teasing. but this… this was different. he was standing close, breathing uneven, heart thudding in his chest, eyes pleading, and you realised, he meant it.
“choso…” you whispered. you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, your chest tight. “you… you mean that?”
“yeah,” he said, a harsh exhale of smoke escaping his lips. “i mean it. i’ve liked you for so long, and i… fuck, i just… kept it buried. kept it lazy, kept it… i don’t know, hidden. i didn’t wanna make it weird, or fuck things up. but tonight… tonight i saw everything. you with him. and i couldn’t hold it anymore.”
he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. his hand lingered, trembling slightly. “you're... you're really special to me, y’know? not like… possessive or some shit. just… like… i need you. i need you to know i don’t want anyone else doing what he did. talking about you like that. looking at you like that. not ever."
you bit your lip, heart racing, conflicted. the intensity of his confession, the anger at suguru, the neediness, it was… a lot.
you didn’t know how to feel. your body was leaning slightly into him, the pull of him against you magnetic, but your mind was spinning. suguru. choso. confusion and lust and relief all knotted together.
"why are you just telling me this now...?" you ask, shyly as he inches closer, grabbing your jaw and holding it loose.
"because i'm off my fucking face, y/n."
it was sudden, and you even giggled. because he was right. sober choso, stoned choso, he'd never been this open, never this vulnerable.
"... i don't know what to say, this is all so— fuck— it's so sudden. what am i supposed to do about suguru..." you ask, he closes his eyes and responds with his forehead pressed to yours.
"if i had it my way... you'd block his ass, never speak to the mother fucker again, and spend your nights wrapped up in my bed, instead of his. letting me take care of things, keeping you close so you'd know i was yours, asking you out like a proper fucking guy. not using you like some sort of pocket pussy."
that hit. because that's all you'd ever really wanted from someone. companionship, love, the kind of respect you just didn't feel from suguru no matter how many times you'd try make yourself think you did.
he finally let go of your face and stepped back, rubbing his hands down his own thighs like he needed the grounding. “c’mon,” he muttered, voice rough, low. “bed. i… i just wanna… be near you. just… lie down, okay?”
you nodded, still unsure, heart pounding, but the pull was magnetic. his bed was just down the hall, soft, slightly messy, with a blanket he probably hadn’t folded in days.
normally he was too stoner-lazy to care about anything resembling organization, but tonight the bed felt like a sanctuary. he moved ahead of you, swaying a little, still fumbling with his hoodie, and you followed, careful not to trip over the rug in the hallway.
once inside, he lowered himself onto the mattress with a groan that was half frustration, half relief. he patted the space beside him, a small, awkward gesture but charged with meaning. “get in here,” he said, voice soft now, almost pleading. “just… be here. with me.”
you perched at the edge for a moment, looking down at him. he looked vulnerable in the way you hadn’t seen before—high and open, yet completely raw. then, slowly, you slid in beside him.
he shifted slightly, making room, then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. your head rested lightly against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, the soft heat of his skin beneath your cheek.
“fuck… you feel good,” he murmured, voice thick and rough. “like… like everything i’ve been waiting for, all at once. i… i don’t want to move,"
you exhaled softly, heart hammering. “i’m here,” you whispered. “i won’t go anywhere.”
he pressed his face into your hair, a quiet groan escaping him, not sexual, not demanding, just… relief. he was holding onto you like no one's business, like proximity to you was the only thing keeping him tethered.
“i… i fucked up tonight,” he said, voice muffled against your hair. “i know… i was all over the place. off my face. but… you gotta know… i meant everything i said. every word. you’re the only one i want to be… like… close to. like this.”
you shifted a little, looking up at him. the sharp, high tension in his face had softened, replaced by a mixture of haze, exhaustion, and longing. “cho… i get it,” you murmured. “you don’t have to explain anymore. just… be here.”
you let yourself sink against him, chest pressed to his, but your mind was a storm. part of you was still sharp, aching with betrayal. the thought of suguru’s words, his casual cruelty, it stung, too fresh to be jumping into anything emotionally taxing as of now.
it left a sour taste, a tight knot in your stomach. you hated that you’d ever tried to make excuses for him, that you’d tried to convince yourself his calm exterior meant anything other than manipulation.
and yet, lying here with choso, pressed close to him, his warmth and his raw honesty wrapping around you, it felt like a shield. the tension, the anger, the hurt—they softened at the edges, dulled by the simple fact that he was here. that he wasn’t pretending. he wasn’t playing games. he didn’t want to own you—he just wanted you near, wanted to take care of you in the quietest, simplest way.
your chest warmed despite the lingering anger, the betrayal still gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. and yet, in this space, tangled together, pressed close in the dim glow of his bedroom, you could let yourself be content. content with the one person who’d always been honest with you, who’d finally shown you exactly how much he cared.
for now, that was all you needed.
~
the weeks had slipped past since you’d messaged geto to fuck off. you hadn’t spoken to him since that curt text, and honestly, it was quieter than you’d expected. no drama, no confrontations, just the dull ache of his absence.
the apartment felt calmer for it, too. you and choso hadn’t talked about that night, about the confession, the intensity, the things he’d admitted, but it hovered in the space between you like a low hum, unspoken but insistent.
and slowly, almost imperceptibly, a rhythm emerged. mornings were quiet, coffee mugs and peeling toast and sleepy smiles. afternoons slipped by on the couch, half-watching a show, half-dozing, your knees brushing against his.
evenings smelled like takeout and weed, music humming in the background as he sprawled lazily on the carpet, drumsticks idly tapping against his legs.
there were moments where it almost tipped, where the electricity between you made your fingers tremble and your stomach twist. a brush of hands in the kitchen, a shared laugh over something dumb on your phone, and for a heartbeat it felt like you could collapse into each other right then and there.
but choso was careful. patient. giving you space to breathe, letting the sting of geto fade, even as his gaze lingered longer than it probably should. he still wanted you close, but he held himself back, letting you set the pace. only on your own terms would he get close, letting you slip into his bed when you got lonely, letting him rub your back when things got stressful. the little things.
the band had its own tension.
practices had become sharper, more pointed, the edges of old frustrations showing. suguru’s sulking was more obvious these days, jaw tight, fingers always on his guitar strings like he was ready to snap at any moment.
he hadn’t forgiven you, or himself, for the way you’d just ended things. toji sighed more than usual, muttering about drama infecting the rhythm of the band.
gojo, predictably, had made it his life’s mission to tease both suguru and choso mercilessly. apparently, choso had spilled every detail from that night to him, and gojo’s sharp, smug grin had never left since.
“yo, cho,” gojo called during a rehearsal break, plopping onto the bass amp with a lazy flop. “have you swooped her up yet? any new updates on your little scheme to make her your play thing?"
choso’s eyes flicked up from the drumkit, one stick lazily twirling in his fingers. “shut the fuck up, gojo. that's not what i'm doing,” he said, voice flat but amused, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
he was back to his usual rhythm now. easy, teasing, present, but the underlying tension in the studio hung there anyway, like the air before a storm.
suguru scowled from the corner, tuning his guitar obsessively. “idiots,” he muttered, voice sharp. “both of you.”
toji snorted. “cho’s chillin’, you're the only one sulkin' man.”
the drums hit again, slow and steady, choso’s stick tapping a rhythm into the carpeted floor.
back at the apartment, it was quieter. the city hummed outside the windows while you and choso settled into something gentle, unspoken, almost tender.
one night, he was sprawled on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head, knees bent, and you were perched at the edge, flipping through a magazine. your hands brushed, his fingers lingered just a little longer than necessary as he gazed into your eyes like a man starved, the pull was undeniable.
“choso… we shouldn't just…ignore it.” you started, heart hammering.
he cut you off with a soft hum, eyes still hidden beneath the hood. “i know. but i’m… i’m trying… letting you breathe. letting you… heal first.”
your chest tightened. “it’s… it’s still weird. still raw. geto… he—”
“fuck geto,” he interrupted softly, voice low but firm. “he’s out. he’s done. i’m… here. for you. not asking for more than you can give.”
and that was enough. the rest of the night passed in quiet, soft laughter over dumb shows, slow music, the faint drumbeat from his sticks echoing against the walls.
no confessions, no admissions, just presence and the weight of his calm, steady warmth.
practices were intense now. the band had a gig coming up, the biggest they’d ever do. every session was longer, every riff tighter, every cymbal crash deliberate.
choso’s drumming drove the rhythm, his usual lazy charisma replaced by a quiet focus, punctuated by moments of laziness where he’d just lean into the kick drum and let the beat flow through him.
and through it all, you were there with choso. kitchen chats between sessions, lounging on the couch while he absentmindedly tapped his sticks on your coffee table, brushing against your knees when you passed by.
the apartment was your sanctuary and your battlefield, tension and warmth coexisting, your bodies close but boundaries carefully observed as you'd talk about everything.
"so, will i see you at the gig?"
"duh. i'll be front row screaming your name."
god, he wishes you would scream his.
~
the venue pulsed with energy. bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, the air thick with sweat, smoke, and anticipation.
you could feel the bass thumping through the soles of your boots before the band even came on. a low chant started somewhere in the crowd—ex-or-cize, ex-or-cize, ex-or-cize—and spread fast, a heartbeat made of strangers.
you were front and center, caught in the current of people, hands gripping the barricade. your chest was tight, a knot of nerves and excitement wound together. this was their biggest gig yet—bigger venue, bigger crowd, the kind of show that could push them up a tier.
the lights went low. a hush fell. and then gojo’s voice hit the mic, clear and cocky, dripping with that smug grin you knew even without seeing it.
“alright, alright, you sexy motherfuckers,” he drawled, drawing out every syllable. “we’re exorcize, and we came to make your night filthy.”
the crowd erupted. lights flashed red, then white, smoke rolling over the stage. suguru stepped up first, guitar slung low, hair slicked back, jaw set tight.
toji followed, head down, fingers flexing around the neck of his bass.
choso came last, sliding onto the stool behind his drumkit, sticks already spinning between his fingers. the moment he sat, everything in the room seemed to lock into rhythm.
you couldn’t take your eyes off him.
the set kicked off hard; gojo’s voice raw and teasing, suguru’s guitar slicing through the noise, toji’s bass thick and grounding. but choso… god, choso was something else entirely.
his body moved with the rhythm like he was the rhythm. sweat already glistened at his temples, hair falling into his eyes as he leaned into each beat. his arms flexed with every strike, the muscles shifting beneath the fabric of his tee, drumsticks flashing in the lights.
it was hypnotic. enticing. you felt it low in your stomach, that steady pulse syncing with his.
geto was there, of course. you’d spotted him near the sound booth, head low, arms crossed, pretending he didn’t care. the sight of him twisted something sharp in you at first, but it faded fast, burned away by the heat rising from the stage.
because when choso hit that first solo, nothing else mattered. not the press of bodies, not the alcohol hiring your tounge, and definitely not suguru geto.
he tilted his head back slightly, lips parted, eyes half-lidded as his hands blurred.
you’d seen him play before, countless times —but this was different. this was him, stripped down, alive. raw talent and rhythm and restraint all breaking loose in front of a crowd that screamed his name.
and you were screaming it too.
every cymbal crash sent a jolt through you. every roll of his shoulders, every flick of his wrist made your breath hitch. your fingers gripped the barricade harder as heat coiled low in your belly. you couldn’t stop watching him. didn’t want to.
gojo grinned into the mic between songs, sweat dripping down his jaw. “give it up for the best damn drummer in tokyo—my guy choso!”
the crowd roared, and you swore you saw choso’s mouth twitch into the faintest, shyest grin. his gaze swept across the crowd for a fleeting second, and when it landed on you, your stomach dropped. he saw you. he felt you.
the rest of the set blurred together, grinding guitars, crashing percussion, gojo’s voice splitting the air like lightning. when they closed out with exile mind, their heaviest song, the crowd went feral.
choso drove the final beat like he was trying to break through the floor, and when the last note hit, he threw his sticks high into the crowd. one disappeared into the sea of hands; the other bounced off the barricade and landed right in front of you.
you picked it up, clutching it tight.
the lights faded. the crowd’s roar slowly dissolved into chatter and laughter, the sound of the night spilling back into the open air. the band vanished backstage, swallowed by cables.
you slipped through the press of bodies, heart still pounding, the drumstick warm in your hand. a couple of drinks from the merch table had loosened your nerves, and you could feel a confident heat rolling low in your belly, pressing against the restraint you’d been holding onto all night.
when you found him outside—behind the venue, near the alley where the smoke from the back door curled upward—he was leaning against the wall, hoodie half-zipped, head tipped back, still catching his breath.
“you were…” your voice caught, breath slightly slurred and warm from the drinks, “holy shit, choso, you were incredible.”
his lips quirked, soft and tired. “yeah?”
“yeah.” you stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face, deliberately letting your hand linger a second longer on his chest. “i couldn’t look away. like… i don’t even have words. you sounded—” you lowered your voice, letting the warmth of the drinks give you boldness, “you sounded so good. so fucking good.”
his gaze flicked to yours, something dark and quiet sparking in it. the pull between you was immediate, electric, and you let your fingers brush his hoodie again, teasing, deliberate.
“you think so?” he asked softly, voice rougher, more ragged than usual.
you nodded, stepping closer until your body nearly pressed against his. “yeah. you made me feel it. every beat.” your lips curved into a half-smile, half-grin, letting the alcohol fuel a boldness you usually didn’t give yourself.
after weeks of pretending like there was nothing going on between you, this was definitely the breaking point.
"i couldn’t stop thinking about you, how i'm so lucky to have such a talented friend.”
he swallowed, shoulders rising, that lazy grin cracking just slightly as he stepped a fraction closer.
for a second, the air felt so thick you could barely breathe.
the back door swung open then, and gojo’s voice cut through the air.
“yo, you two!” he shouted, grinning under the streetlights. “afterparty at mine. everyone’s invited. you better show up, cho—you owe me a joint and a round of beer for that call out, man.”
choso didn’t even glance back. his gaze stayed on you, dark and intense.
you tilted your head, voice soft but teasing, letting the boldness roll over your words. “maybe skip it,” you said, hand still lightly resting against his chest. “the last afterparty didn’t go so well for you, remember?”
his laugh was low, slightly hungry, genuine. “yeah,” he murmured. “fair point.”
“come home,” you said, your body brushing against his side as you spoke, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of his hoodie. “come home. with me.”
he hesitated a heartbeat, then exhaled, eyes softening, a slow smile tugging at his lips.
“yeah. home sounds really good.”
.
as soon as the door clicked shut, the air between you ignited. his hand found the small of your back before you could even react, pulling you flush against him. your body pressed to his chest, heart hammering, pulse racing, every nerve alight with anticipation.
“fuck,” he breathed, forehead leaning to yours, voice low and rough, vibrating in your chest. “i can't take this anymore. i can't keep ignoring this.”
you swallowed, breath hitching, hands braced against his shoulders. “cho—”
he cut you off with a growl, lips brushing against your jaw as his hands slid down to grip your hips firmly, anchoring you to him. “no. fuck that. i mean it. i… i’ve been holding back everything. every word, every look, every feeling.”
your stomach fluttered, heat pooling between your thighs, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine. he tilted your chin up, eyes dark, heavy with desire and something softer, something raw and unguarded. “i can’t… can’t stand it anymore, y/n. that night, everything i said… everything i’ve wanted… i need you so badly.”
“choso…” your voice was breathless, half warning, half pleading, but your body betrayed you, leaning in closer, the tension unbearable.
he laughed, low, rough, almost a growl. “jesus, look at you. you're so fucking beautiful… i want you all to myself, all of the time. i don't know how i control myself most of the time, y/n.” his hands roamed lower, teasing the curve of your waist, thumbs brushing against the soft line of your hips.
“i need you. i’ve wanted you… every lazy, fucking long day i’ve spent here in your vicinity, it's like i can't breathe properly without you.”
your chest tightened, mind spinning, everything he’d said that night pooling back into focus—his confession, the anger at suguru, the raw truth. you’d thought it was a high, a ramble, but now… seeing him, feeling him, you knew it was real.
“ i—” you started, voice trembling, then cut yourself off as he leaned in, pressing his mouth to yours.
the kiss hit first soft, lips delicately meeting for the first time, then it grew demanding. a low growl vibrating from his chest, hands gripping your hips tighter, rolling you against him like it was the only natural motion in the universe.
you gasped, fingers tangling in the back of his hoodie, pulling him closer, feeling the press of his hardness against you, the undeniable weight of him. your body arched instinctively, pressed to his, heart hammering, chest rising and falling in sync.
“tell me,” he murmured against your lips, voice rough, low. “tell me you want me… all of this… me.”
your eyes fluttered open, heart in your throat, and you met his gaze. you looked him up and down and pulled him in tight, letting your lips do the talking.
"does that answer your question?"
he groaned, a sharp, feral sound that made your stomach clench, and pressed harder, pinning you against the door like it was his god-given right. “good,” he breathed, tilting his head as his lips sought yours again, slower now, tasting, teasing, claiming. “i need to… i need to ask, too.”
“ask?” you whispered, breathless.
he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing along your jaw. “be… mine, y/n. completely. no games, no half-assed shit. i want you. all of you.”
your chest tightened, eyes swimming with heat, desire, and relief. “yes,” you breathed, voice trembling, letting everything spill out.
that was all he needed. his grin cracked wide, teeth grazing your lips, and he dove back into your mouth, hands wandering over every inch he could reach, lips and tongue claiming, teeth grazing just enough to draw gasps from you.
you pressed into him, hands clawing at his back, hips grinding, the friction of his body against yours setting you alight. each kiss was sharper, heavier, demanding, full of need and want and something that had been simmering for years.
he backed you into the hallway, every step making the tension coil tighter, until finally he spun you gently, but with no less force, toward the bedroom. the air was thick, your breaths ragged, hands clutching at each other’s clothing, trying to close the distance you both had held back for too long.
“god, you’re perfect,” he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and you shivered violently. “i’ve needed this… wanted you… for so long.”
you couldn’t hold back anymore. “me too, cho. so badly.”
he groaned, a deep, rough sound vibrating through your chest, hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer as you crossed the threshold into the bedroom. the door shut behind you with a definitive click, muffling the city outside, leaving only the sound of your hearts, your breaths, and the magnetic pull between your bodies.
and then… he kissed you again, slow and searing, full of hunger and want and heat, pressing you onto the bed as your legs tangled together, bodies seeking, finding, consuming.
he’s all teeth and tongue, biting, sucking, nipping at your neck, shoulder, jaw, dragging low, urgent groans from deep in his chest that make you ache and melt at the same time.
your nails rake down his back, pulling him closer, and he leans in, grinding, pressing, heat and hunger radiating from him in waves that make your knees weak.
“fuck, choso—” you gasp, but he swats your hands away gently, lips still devouring yours, teeth grazing, tongue probing, tugging, tasting.
every touch, every snap of his hips as he grinds his clothed cock against you, makes your clit pulse with anticipation.
his fingers slip under your shirt, pressing and pinching at your hardened nipples, trailing down your sides slowly, dragging heat across your skin.
your hands clutch at him, tugging his hoodie off of his body, anything to get more of him, more contact, more friction. he responds with a low, guttural growl, teeth sinking into your shoulder, hips snapping hard, testing, teasing, driving you insane with want as he tears off his shirt.
you catch a glimpse of the body you'd see on the daily, a perfect chiseled masterpiece, only this time, it was all yours.
he doesn’t just kiss you, he devours you. hands roaming over your pretty body, he slips your skirt off next, and slides his big, veiny hand down, down, until the thick pads of his fingers tease and prod at your wet bundle of nerves. you hiss in reply.
"fuck! choso— that feels— so good!"
he smirks at your confession and slowly pushes his thick digits inside, scissoring them back and forth, driving you up the wall as you let out pretty, breathless moans.
"ch-choso!"
his mouth drifts lower, teasing the swell of your breasts, biting just enough to make you arch and cry out.
after working you open, he kisses your lips tenderly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. his rock hard cock springs free, and, wow. just wow.
"th-that's not gonna fit..."
"we'll make it fit, baby."
and fit it did. he slowly pushed his fat tip past your puffy lips, whispering reassuring praise as you squeezed your eyes shut from the streeeetch.
"aww— you can do it, ma. you're doing so good for me. that's it, just keep breathing baby."
his hips jerked forward, letting the last few inches fully stretch you out, earning a porn star worthy moan rip from your throat.
"holy fuck— holly shit! choso, you're so big!"
he groaned in satisfaction, your cunt swallowing him whole as he slapped his hips back and forth over and over again, cursing and moaning deeply into your ear.
his pace turns brutal, like all of his emotions were being poured into fucking you nice and deep, the way you deserved.
he dips his face down impossibly close to your face to capture your quivering lips in a kiss. he smirks against your skin, letting lewd comments tumble out of his smirking lips.
"you moan so prettily for me baby— shit— nothing— hah— gets me harder than hearing you whine like a slut while i fuck you fast."
you arch, grinding against him without thinking, letting the friction and his raw heat take over, body trembling beneath him. he groans into your neck, claws digging into your thighs, holding you open, guiding, punishing, claiming.
he’s insatiable. every roll of his hips, every snap, every deep press of him against you makes your body combust, trembling, gasping, aching for more. your moans, ragged and loud, fuel him, and he leans in, tongue and teeth and lips all at once, relentless, like he’s trying to imprint himself into your skin.
you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t do anything but ride the fire, hips rolling into him, chest pressing into his, skin slick and shivering. he drives you higher, deeper, grinding with unrelenting intensity, low growls vibrating through his chest, vibrating through you.
"fuck! baby— gonna cum— gonna fill y' up, shit!"
you locked your legs around his torso as his thrusts become more and more feverish, the sheer pace making your face squeeze tight in ecstasy.
he's breathing heavy, holding your hips against him so hard you're sure his hands will leave bruises, your cunt being relentlessly pounded as he finally lets go.
"fuck— y/n! fuck i love you, i love you so much!"
you gasp at his words and blurt out a response like it was muscle memory, like it was the most perfect irrevocable truth.
"i love you too, choso— hah!—,"
when he finally drives the both of you over the edge, it’s explosive. he pants and collapses immediately, groaning into your chest as he caresses your hair, speaking soft praise into your ear.
"god, that was so good. you did so well f'me... holy shit, y/n. you're so perfect, so good... you took me like a fucking champ."
you were too busy coming down to fully comprehend, but you cradled his head against your chest all the same.
he doesn’t pull away. just holds you, chest pressed to yours, lips brushing your forehead, arms tight around you, skin slick and sticky, breaths mingling, pulse still wild. the tension hasn’t left, it’s just simmering now, a coiled heat between you two that promises this is only the beginning.
you’re still gasping, shivering, trembling in the aftermath, but it’s… thrilling, dark, messy, and perfect. he leans down, brushing his lips over yours once more, teeth grazing, murmuring something low and rough that makes your stomach knot again.
"i love you, y/n. you're mine. i don't fuck and dip, this is a forever thing now, okay? i promise, i'm never letting you get away from me."
the world outside is gone. it’s just the two of you, tangled, fevered, and utterly, terrifyingly alive.
you reply through breathless speech, looking deep into his beautiful, tired eyes.
"i know, cho. and that's all i've ever really needed."
The music was blasting—old-school bachata melting into Afrobeats while smoke curled through the air from the grill. Laughter everywhere. The boys playing dominoes at a card table on the patio, loud as hell. Plates stacked. Blunts passed. Bottles open.
And you?
Turning heads.
The fit was disrespectful. A black backless halter with deep side cutouts, hugging your chest like it was made just for you. Paired with those low-rise jeans—the ones that framed that dumptruck perfectly, with the slightest lil V-dip in the front.
Your kitten heels clicked over the concrete when you walked past and every dude not attached to a girl tried not to break his neck looking. But Connie?
Sitting back in his chair, legs wide, blunt in hand—he was just watching. Chin tilted, chain resting on his chest, dark eyes locked on the sway of your hips like he already knew what time it was.
“Damn,” Ony muttered next to him. “She really wore that here?”
Connie smirked. “You surprised?”
Ony just laughed. “Nah. Just know it’s gon’ be a long night for you, bro.”
It was over the moment your girls arrived.
Squeals. Screams. “Bitch you look GOOD!”
Hugs flying. Flashing phones. Ass shaking by the drink table.
You were a blur of glitter and perfume, draped over your girls, screaming lyrics to every song, sipping way too fast, forgetting how to act—until Connie had to remind y’all.
He pulled you over mid-turn-up, lit blunt in one hand, firm grip on your hip with the other. You were giggling, gloss-sticky and tipsy already.
“Ayo. Sit down and eat before y’all end up passed out in the grass somewhere.”
“But babyyyy—”
He leaned in, right at your ear, voice low and deep:
“Don’t make me sit you down, mama.”
You sat so fast.
The girls fake gasped, fanned you. “Oooh, she in trouble.”
You just grinned and dug into your plate, legs crossed, bouncing to the music while Connie sat beside you, shaking his head with that smug little smirk.
You got too comfortable. Too drunk. Too damn cute.
Your hair still looked good—silky and sleek—but your lashes were hanging on by hope, and your words were slurred as you crawled into Connie’s lap mid-convo like he wasn’t talking about sports with Ony and Eren.
“Baaabyyy,” you whined, nuzzling into his neck, arms around him like a koala. “I want a drank.”
“You already had four,” he said calmly, holding the blunt away so you didn’t burn yourself. “And that last one was mine.”
You pouted.
“Don’t care.”
Then—you grabbed his cup and finished the rest without asking, making the boys howl in the background.
“Damn, she wildin’,” Eren laughed.
Connie rubbed a tattooed hand down his face. “Y’all see what I deal with?”
But still—he had you. Arms around your waist. Holding you up while your limbs got too heavy, while your head lulled against his chest, while your girls tumbled giggling into each other like pretty drunks in a perfume ad.
You couldn’t even walk by the end of it.
“Where my shoe go?” you asked, voice small and confused as Connie helped you to the car.
“You don’t need it,” he said, picking you up bridal style, ignoring your drunken mumbling.
He rounded up the rest of the girls too, directing traffic like the most patient Uber driver on earth. “Come on, let’s go. Y’all embarrassing yourselves.”
“Sorry Connieee,” one of them giggled, tripping over her own sandal.
The car ride was mostly vibes at first.
You were half asleep in Connie’s passenger seat—face warm from too much Casamigos, your hair a little wild now, but still curled up like his personal accessory. Your hand sat in his lap, possessively resting on his thigh while he drove one-handed, still calm, still in control like always.
The girls were laughing in the back. Shouting about chicken wings. Fighting over aux. One of them was drunkenly fake crying to SZA. Another was on FaceTime with nobody, just herself in the camera like it was a photo shoot.
But then—
One of your homegirls leaned forward, elbow resting on Connie’s console, chest pressed a little too close to the back of his seat.
“You’re such a good boyfriend,” she said with a flirty lil drunk smile, tapping his shoulder with her nails. “You always take care of us. You like, the man of the year.”
Her lashes fluttered.
You blinked. Sat up.
Reality sobered fast.
You turned your head real slow, like your drunk brain needed to process what you just saw.
“…Excuse me?”
She giggled. “I was just sayin—”
“No, say it again,” you snapped, sitting all the way up now, flipping your hair over your shoulder like a war move. “Say it a-fucking-gain.”
The girls in the back went feral.
“Wait, wait wait—babe—”
“Nuh uh—don’t start—”
“She didn’t mean it like that!!”
Meanwhile Connie?
He kept driving. Calm. Eyes on the road, lips pressed together in that tight “here we go” line.
“You’re drunk,” one girl whispered, trying to gently pull you back into the seat.
“And she’s too friendly.” You pointed straight at her, finger wobbling slightly from the buzz. “Back up off my man.”
“She was joking!!”
“No the fuck she wasn’t!” you barked, trying to climb into the back seat like a beautiful, violent cat.
And that’s when Connie hit the brakes. Pulled over with one smooth swerve, like God himself had tapped him on the shoulder and said “fix it, king.”
The girls squealed.
“OHHHHH SHIT—”
He shifted into park, exhaled real deep through his nose, and turned the music off.
Silence. Grave silence.
Then he turned toward all of you.
“EVERYBODY. Chill the fuck out.”
Even drunk, the way his voice cut through the air?
“Y/N, sit your pretty ass back,” he said, tapping your thigh firmly. “You too fine to be actin’ like that.”
You blinked at him, still heated. “But Connie—”
“She drunk,” he cut you off calmly. “And you drunker. Stop fighting for a man who already told you he yours ten times tonight.”
That should’ve calmed you. But he leaned in closer, fingers under your chin, tilting your head just enough to make your breath catch.
“Act like it, baby.”
You finally sat back, arms crossed, lips pursed—quiet now but still glaring daggers at the girl behind you.
The backseat was silent.
Then one girl muttered, “…Can we get McDonald’s?”
Connie dragged a hand down his face and started driving again, muttering in Spanish under his breath like a man being tested by every known element.
The girls were still buzzed and reeling from the whole parking lot showdown when Connie finally merged back onto the street, windows cracked, music back on low.
And then—
“Connieee,” one of the girls pouted from the backseat. “Can we pleaaaase stop at McDonald’s?”
“Y’all just almost boxed in the car and now y’all want Happy Meals?” he said with a laugh, glancing at you out the corner of his eye.
“Yes! I want a McFlurry!”
You huffed beside him. Still mad. Still arms crossed, still not talking to the girl who’d dared get too friendly with your man earlier. You were petty and passionate, and that was a dangerous mix—especially with Casamigos in your veins.
But Connie?
Still relaxed. Still driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. Calm like always, as if the car hadn’t turned into Real Housewives meets Fast & Furious fifteen minutes ago.
He hit the drive-thru like nothing happened.
“Lemme get two McFlurries, a ten piece, two fries, a strawberry milkshake, and—” he looked over at you, “…you want somethin’ else?”
You didn’t answer. Just sucked your teeth, chin turned toward the window like the softest storm cloud alive.
The girl in question tried to giggle again from the back.
And you?
You shot her a look so sharp one of the girls literally said, “Whew.”
“Y/N.” Connie said your name low.
You turned with the fakest smile alive. “What?”
He just shook his head, tapping your thigh. “You bein’ extra.”
“Good.”
And still—when he passed you the strawberry milkshake through the bag, you took it with a lil attitude, straw already going to your lips. Two sips in, and the corner of your mouth was twitching like you wanted to smile but couldn’t let go of the pettiness just yet.
Connie rolled his eyes, pulled up to the next window, and put the car in park.
Brrrrr. Brrrrr.
His phone buzzed. Group call from the boys.
“Yo,” he answered, smirking.
You stared straight ahead, sipping slow and petty.
“Tell me why these drunk ass girls almost turned my backseat into UFC.” He was laughing now, retelling the story while holding your hand. “Nah, Y/N tried to crawl over the seat. Talking bout ‘say it again.’ Bro, she was ready to fight in heels.”
You glanced over, mouth full of fries. “You really on the phone gossiping like a bitch right now?”
He just chuckled, leaned over, kissed your shoulder. “You lucky you cute.”
By the time you hit the last girl’s apartment, the car was full of trash, empty fry boxes, one lost heel, and the smell of perfume and nugget grease. The girls were giggling and waving out the window.
“Byeee Connie! Love youuuu!”
“Thanks Uber daddy!”
You gave that one a side-eye that could melt plastic.
“Stop looking at her like that,” Connie murmured, finally turning onto your street. “You got your lil milkshake and now you wanna keep beefin’?”
“I’m just sayin’—”
“Mami.” His voice cut smooth, deep, and calm. “You mine. That’s it. She could’ve bat her lashes ‘til they flew off, I wouldn’t even blink.”
You blinked. “…You sure?”
He pulled into the driveway, engine still running, leaned over to cup your jaw with one hand.
“You really need me to say it again?” he asked, eyes soft but serious. “You my girl. You’re the only one I want all up on me. You actin’ like I don’t show you that every day.”
Your bottom lip popped out in a pout, milkshake still cold in your lap. “Okay… I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
He kissed the tip of your nose.
Upstairs, you were barely walking straight—both from the drinks and from how sore you still were from earlier. You plopped down in bed while Connie pulled off your heels for you.
Then he helped you out of your jeans, wiped the corner of your mouth with a warm towel from the bathroom, took your lashes off like a pro, and rubbed lotion into your legs slow and quiet.
He finally tucked you in, shirtless, chain glinting as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“Next time?” he whispered. “No more jealous tantrums.”
“But—”
“Just let me handle it, aight? You my baby. Ain’t nobody else even in the running.”
You nodded into the pillow, heart melty, lashes heavy, already drifting.
“Say it again,” you mumbled sleepily.
He smiled, fingers brushing down your arm.
“You. My. Girl.”
Another kiss.
“Now go to sleep, dramática.”
Your brain was mush.
Mouth dry.
Body achy in that why did I drink like I didn’t have a man who punishes me for acting up kind of way.
You blinked awake slowly, lashes fluttering against a warm pillow that definitely smelled like him — woodsy and clean with a hint of weed smoke. You weren’t even sure when or how you got into bed last night.
And from the kitchen?
Aventura.
“Obsesión” echoing through the apartment like it was 2004 and your man was about to dramatically spin you into a kiss mid-mangu stir.
The smell of fried salami and onions pulled you further from death.
You sat up slowly, wincing a little—legs sore, feet more sore, pride the sorest of all.
Your voice cracked when you called, “Connieee…”
“You up?” he yelled back, over Romeo Santos’ high notes. “Bout damn time!”
You shuffled to the doorway, squinting into the bright kitchen like a raccoon in daylight.
There he was.
Shirtless, of course.
Basketball shorts riding low on his hips.
Chain swaying while he flipped bacon in the skillet and stirred a steaming bowl of mangú with a wooden spoon.
Tattooed arm resting casually on the counter as he tasted it with his finger, nodded in approval, then spotted you.
“Well, well, well…” he grinned, voice all teasing and smooth. “If it ain’t Miss Don’t Look At My Man.”
You groaned, flopping onto the counter stool. “Don’t start.”
He slid a cup of cold water in front of you. “You already started last night.”
You sipped it like a guilty gremlin. “She was flirting.”
“She was drunk.”
“I was drunker, and I wasn’t flirting!”
Connie chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Exactly why you sittin’ here in my tee lookin’ like last night’s problem.”
You squinted up at him. “You still mad?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Nah. I thought it was cute. You was tryna fight with fries in your lap.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled a little.
He came around the island and stood between your legs, hands resting on your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his stomach like a brat seeking forgiveness.
“I love you,” you mumbled.
“I know you do, mami. You just dramatic when you drunk.” He kissed your cheek. “But don’t ever doubt who I want. Aight?”
You nodded into his skin.
“Now eat this food before you pass out again.”
He placed a plate in front of you stacked with mangú, fried cheese, salami, bacon, and pickled onions. A hangover miracle.
You looked up at him, smug now. “You’re obsessed with me.”
He leaned down, kissed your lips slow.
“Mami, I made you breakfast to the soundtrack of Aventura. That shoulda told you everything.”
tw: mdni, obsessive behavior, whiny gojo, missionary, nipple play, ribbon as rope, tied up, lots of talking, oral (fem r.), possessive behavior, rough sex, gojo cums a lot, clingy, choking, biting, eating cum, lots of pet names, period mentioned briefly, and bad spelling !!!
gojo who needs you 24-7.
he can't help it, he tried to warn you when he first starting catching feelings for you, that he can be very obsessive and clingy. you just thought maybe he'll text you more than average, but no he wants you by his side all day. he can't be without you.
he follows you to the toilet leaving you no space to even think. clinging to you in the shower helping you wash your body. helps you shave and wax, even exfoliate just so he is close to you. even when your on your period he doesn't mind, he even helps you shower then under his watchful eyes. rubbing your stomach to relive your cramps and putting his hot body on top of you
he knows he has to let you out the house sometimes but if it was up to him you would never leave. you would stay by his side all day. he shouldn't have let you leave. what if you don't come back ? what if you just leave him for his possessive ways ? the "what ifs ?" clouding his mind making his stomach feel queasy.
so invasive of your privacy that when he doesn't know where you at, even with your location on his phone, he needs more reassurance. "where are you sweetheart ?" he sighs on the phone with you. he's worried about you. so much anxiety in his stomach since he let you out his sight.
"gojo i'm at the store remember ?, i'm getting some bread for tonight" you wanted to make deli subs. of course with gojos help but you know his time apart from you is allowing him to have so much stress. you can only move so fast.
"please hurry up and get home, i miss you" he has to occupy himself until you get home. cleaning up and pacing back and forth. taking his time in watching your little bubble on his phone, while you travel. he has even paid for the monthly trial so that he knows where you are. if your walking, in a car, and even how fast you're going.
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he nearly jumpstarts when he hears your keys open the door. "(୨୧) what took you so long ? i was so worried" he feels his breath pick up just looking at you. the butterflies in his stomach making him feel nauseous every time he sees you. you just roll your eyes giggling when your barely through the door and gojo's already kissing your face with all that he has. giving you sloppy pecks "i've missed you so much" you can see his hands shaking when they make contact with you.
you close the door behind you. turning to look into those icy blue eyes "i was only gone for 30 minutes" you say when you feel those long arms wrap around you, melting into his hug loving how attach he is to you. how he can't seem to function without you.
he has no shirt on walking around with only sweatpants. enticing you to see his hard stomach and his bulge in his pants. "felt like forever" he mumbles into your skin. face smooshed into your neck. "i'm going with you next time" he squeezes you tightly pulling you close to him. inhaling the smell from you.
"aww baby, i missed you too" you pet those wild strands of white when you set those bags down feeling his strong arms lift you up, pulling those legs around his lengthy waist. you start rubbing his naked back to calm his nerves. letting him guide you to the couch as you see those groceries sit by the door
"lay down let me just take care of you. just want you next to me" he lies you down. hurrying working you out of your clothes as you try and calm him down. his neediness making him anxious for your closeness, your body near his makes his blood boil
it makes you laugh at him but you grab his hands slowing him down "wait hold on, gojo you don't want subs ?" your trying to keep your shirt down as you giggle at his hands getting you naked.
he shakes his head " no, no i need you right now" he's desperate he wants you to be skin to skin with him. snatching your shirt off of you, and reaching for your pants and adding to the pile. reaching for your bra and throwing it across the living room.
he spreads himself on top of you laying his body between your legs, while you work your hands through his hair. letting him soak in the contact. hearing his groans of relaxation as the stress leaves his body. he doesn't know how he can breathe without you. he loves his chest on yours. feeling your heartbeat beat with his, letting the heat radiate of each other.
settling his face lower so that he can place soft kisses along the middle of your chest . feeling your heartbeat under his lips. he goes to cup your chest feeling the weight in his hands gripping his hands lightly when you groan placing the sweet pecks along the skin "mmh i needed you so bad i missed you" softly licking the skin. "so much, so much"
he suddenly gets up he get the idea that he has to keep you here, he doesn't like the separation. he needs you closer. he has to tie you up he doesn't want you leave him ever he will break if you do. he goes to the bedroom leaving you by yourself on the couch "gojo what are you doing baby ?" you call out to him. he comes back shuffling working off his pants and he has pink ribbon in his hands. the same ribbon you use for your hair in the mornings
"sorry baby i had to go get something" he lays back on top of you. adjusting your legs so that he has you in the perfect position. he works those panties off you breathing hard when he sees your juices string free. he proceeds to tie you up in a way that leaves your legs spread out for him ribbon hooking around the back of your neck keeping your thighs wide open for him. you can see behind his eyes there is determination and obsession he has for you, you let him get out his fixation.
seeing you spread out for him looking so succulent his eyes sparkle, "perfect, you look so good baby" kissing your legs that's suspended. "now you can't leave me" he whispers kissing closer on your thighs. you giggle at his whispers like you can't hear him. he works his mouth closer to your mound. hungrily eying you as his mouth waters just to get a taste of you. particularly panting when he sees the flesh, the way your pussy is puffed out between your legs. he is whining to put his tongue on you. moving his head to lay between your legs. he marvels at you "so pretty, the prettiest"
he lets his mouth salivate and goes to swipe his tongue, letting the taste hit his tastebuds. his mouth slowly working while he licks at you. placing his arms under your back to support you. making those smacking sounds while you start to softy moan above him. "mm gojo feels so good" your shaky hands grip his white hair feeling the way his tongue is toying with you. making your back arch into his arms.
he collects all the juices that start to leak out of you, twirling his tongue around you to quench his thirst. making his eyes roll back into his skull while he swallows all that he can. he can feel his brain thumping making it hard for him to focus on the task that his tongue is doing. he suctions his lips using the tip of his tongue to lap at you. causing your legs to start to twitch, your clit throbbing in his mouth when he starts to suck harder.
your moans getting louder and your body starting to quiver. he starts to roll his hips into the bed grinding against the sheets feeling the arousal course through his veins. he gets more euphoria from pleasuring you then anything else. to hear your moan and taste you on his tongue, it makes him start to groan out.
you can feel the vibrations against your clit under his tongue. your voice shaking as you breathe out "goj-gojo". the words making him use his sholders to push your tied up legs even farther back as he starts to try and eat you whole, the words making him hungry. he is trying to use his tongue to hypnotize you, to keep you by his side so you'll never leave.
the feeling has you overflowing with emotions. has your legs trying to spring free with each and every move of his tongue. he is an expert with the motions, he know how to rotate and suck his mouth to make you shake and shiver. his hands under you back squeezing you tighter trying to keep you still so he can continue to swallow more of your cream "g-gojo feels too good" your toes starting to curl when he doesn't even slow down, he is too needy to not have your liquid hitting his taste buds.
his whines from grinding into the bed are vibrating into your folds causing more pleasure. he loves the taste if he could keep you in bed all day and be between your thighs he would. he wouldn't let you go until his jaw get locked, but you won't let him he's tried. maybe if he tied you up more maybe he could have you to himself all day. he can feel you start to shake rapidly getting ready to taste your cum he starts suck your clit and twirling his tongue faster
your vision gets blurry and your body tenses completely when you gush into his mouth. he is quick to swallow it all, drinking up more when you keep supplying him more. your eyes rolling back when he keeps moving his tongue to overstimulate you "ugh b-b-baby that's enough" you try and push his head away but he is wrapped tightly around you.
he is whining loudly when his mouth stills against you. you words knocking him out of his trance you put him in, almost forgetting about the boner in his pants so worried about eating your pussy till he can't anymore. he gradually licks you clean gulping down the orgasm that coats you and plants a soft kiss on those fat lips and slowly pulls away watching you pant out and chest heave
his lower face completely soaked when he drags off his boxers, feeling the strain in his length. whimpering when it smacks against his stomach and makes him tremble and moan. leaving him naked and bare when he comes closer to admiring you laid out and glistening for him. your pretty face watching him only makes him harder, he has to look away. looking at where his mouth only lied moments ago.
his guides his width to come inbetween those swollen pussy lips running along your juices, coating himself with the cream that you have created so he can enter you easier. his whining already taking up the room. he can't contain the sounds as they bounce of the walls. he can feel the muscles in his thighs start to tense and his breathing starting to quicken.
your both sensitive for different reasons, your sensitive from the assault of his tongue. and he is sensitive from his contrast grinds into the bed. he hits your swollen clit with his enlarged tip causing both of you make those sounds that bounce off each other.
"imma cum baby" he shakes out. he always cums like this, not even inside you yet and already his stomach is clenching up. he can't contain himself around you. you feel the ropes hit your stomach and coat your skin with the hot cream, as soon as the words leave his mouth. his high pitched moans making you hold his face to relax him holding his trembling jaw that makes his lips pucker
pecking his lips as his eyes flutter close tasting your juices. letting him calm down from the high he has fallen into. his width becoming harder now that he is already sensitive. "mm baby let it out" you say as you continue touching him, petting his hair to make him less stimulated your touch only makes him feel the effects more
his eyes are just the white part while he tries and come back to reality. "i need you, i n-need you" he starts to babble, words being hard to form with his mouth, shuddering as he positions himself against you. slowly slotting his messy length into you, throwing his head back as he does. he is so thick you grab him to lay on top of you so you have something to grip too.
you can feel your body shiver the ribbon keeping your legs from moving as he steadily starts to try and pierce you deeper. the feelings so intense already, "gojo please" your face squished into his neck when you feel him in the back of your walls. he stuffs the rest of length into you impatient to start fucking you. that spot near you cervix being brushed making your eyes rolls back
he is breathing hard feeling the burn in his thighs happen again. "shitt im cummin again" his mouth wide open "im so sorry sweetheart, your t-too tight" he whines when he pushes his head into your neck. holding strongly under your back when his tip jerks inside you having the stream of the white liquid puddle in your cushioned walls
he circles his arms tighter around you making your waist come closer to his, breathing hard when his legs stop shaking from the burn. you kiss along the side of his face while his moans quiet down gradually "you ok gojo ?" he doesn't answer with words only nodding with slight whimpering and starting to slowly grind into you making the space behind your belly button start to tingle. the way your legs are tied back allows him to reach too deep into you. the tip of him catching on your cervix making you clench up tightly causing gojo to suck his lips onto your neck, suckling on the skin.
his moans so loud as he humps into you, his voice high in pitch while his teeth catch on the bruised skin of your neck. he pulls his hips away to push into you roughly. your body pushed against his when his hips slam into yours again. he is starting a brutal pace that has your legs already shaking. his head lifts from your neck when goes to kiss your lips, moaning louder than you when your tongue starts to twist together. you messily kissing him makes him roll his hips stronger, clit catching on his pelvis. your nails coming to scratch on his back when he starts to make your body tense up again. lips swollen when he pulls away biting your lip, letting it pop out his mouth
he pounds into you harder feeling the pain you supply him from making him draw blood on his back. the pain mixed with pleasure has him short circuiting "don't ever leave me, i love you. i love so much" his deep strokes that make you want to wrap your legs around him but because your so spread out the feeling is almost too ínstense. rolling his hips to hit the back of your walls making you cry out, making your legs shake in those pretty ribbons again.
"ahh i w-won't i swear" you whimper out feeling like he is trying to overwhelm you when he starts stabbing into your womb, drilling into you with a new possession. not liking how you not saying you love him. hips moving with anger the emotion making him be harsh with you
"i said i love you, you don't love me anymore ?" it's like his madness is express through his rough strokes into you, that feeling has you shivering. you can't form any words making his blood boil even more, he moves his hands to hold you securely onto your legs that shake. "hmm (୨୧) i said i love you" he moves deeper. wanting on you to confess your love for him
"n-n-no i love you so much" you know how he can get, how he can overthink and make himself a little unpredictable over you. you have to reassure him let him know that he is the only person you want, the only person who you love like you love him
"i should keep you tied up so you never leave. keep you here for me" he is being so rough. letting his mouth flow all his thoughts that have been brewing in his mind. though he is pounding into you his voice pouts out contricting himself
your stomach cramps when he hits a certain spot in you making you put your hand on his abdomen trying to stop his harsh movements. your nails digging into his hard stomach. "gojo baby slow down" your voice wavering as he plows into you. "too rough" your feeling that warm sensation in your stomach again it's creeping up on you
he trying to stop him pushing your hand out of the way. "don't make me tie your hands sweetheart, trying to take this good pussy from me" he goes to grab at your neck wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat and squeezing to bring you closer to his face. cutting off your airflow "you don't understand what you do to me. you make me act crazy" he can feel you tighten your tummy at his words while he is pecking those swollen lips. "i just love you too much, i'm sorry for being so rough sweetheart" he pants out words coming out breathy due to his constant movements
he start to act animalistic biting your delicate skin of your shoulder licking to your collarbone where he sucks and bites you also. holding your neck tighter as hips move wilder. your so close you can feel the slow build up, the tension in your body bubbling in you "but this is my pussy, mmm all mine" he is biting his lip, fighting the need to cum in you for the umpteenth time "i love this pussy, all just for me" he is groaning when he grabs your hips letting you collect your breathing to continue those strokes leaving you shuddering "mine-mine your mine" he can't seem to say any other words your juices leaving him in a hypnotic like state.
the ribbon digging into the back your neck when your legs start the flair. trying to set themselves free. your back arching in as you continue to wiggle around. the constant pressure near your cervix has you getting louder. "go-go im gonna cum baby"
he can feel your plush walls swallowing him harder. your cream coating in such a thick paste when he looks at where you connected with him running his hands past your hips to touch where your so wet and soft. you skin feeling like velvet when his fingertips connect with your skin.
"so pretty, you're so pretty for me" when his fingers come to rub soft circles on your clit you can't even warn him about how you feel the lightning in your stomach and that tingling in your walls. the way your juices fly out out his stomach seeing your mouth gaped and your eyes crossed white has him almost at the finish line
his hips still rolling into you and his fingers still circling your slick flesh dragging you through your orgasm making you feel it 10x harder. "oh m-m b-baby " he is speaking gibberish can't seem to form the right words.
his voice squeaking when you feel him jerk on top of you. his high pitch whimpers making you drag your nails harder in his back because your body is still shaking. your still feeling the strain in your walls. you barely snap out of it when he softly kisses your lips. "i'm sorry baby i got carried away, just missed you so much"
your too tired to say anything back as he pulls out of you cautiously watching his cum drip out of you. "so sorry but its so pretty" he whispers to himself lowering his face to be parallel with your swollen folds. moving so that he can give you a long lick. you reach to grip his white hair.
he can taste all his cream when he puts his tongue in your tender hole. "and you still taste so good" he stops when he hears your tired whines. moving his lips to your tied legs working those ribbons off of you. kissing where the strained marks lay. your legs finally free when they wrap around him he still apologizing when he carries you to the bedroom. "you forgive me ?"
ׂׂૢ Synopsis ~ You and Reiner are high school sweethearts, deeply in love with one another. Your relationship was amazing until it was torn apart as you both pursued your dreams after graduating, but what happens when you run into him after 3 years of being apart?
ׂׂૢ CW ~ Porn with plot beforehand, praise, oral (female), light choking, dirty talk, fingering, brief spanking, cum eating, nipple play, unprotected sex, confession of feelings that never went away, I think that's it..
Word Count: 7.1k
ׂׂૢ Author's Note: I'm sorry I took forever and a day to get this out but I hope everyone enjoys this. I try not to proofread too in depth as it causes me to overthink and hate everything I write. Alas, I am a perfectionist so that's exactly what I did. I hope that you all enjoy it however. ♡
9:30pm
“Bring yo ass to this bar with us y/n.. it’s gonna be a lot of celebrities there!! 🤑”
You look at the text from your homegirl, rolling your eyes before you begin typing.
“Girl, I’ll be there but you know I don’t give not one fuck about no “celebrities”.”
“More for me. 🤭” Your friend responds and you shake your head.
“You a fool. I’m bout to get ready.” You respond, tossing your phone onto the couch as you stand stretching your hands over your head before walking to the shower.
Once you get out, you slip on a sexy black minidress, the back drooping low, stopping just at the top of your plump ass. You move to put on your favorite heels before checking your appearance in the mirror, you see that the dress is flattering on your figure before you move to do your hair. You cover your plump lips in gloss and throw on those big hoops you love before you spray yourself with an expensive perfume, grabbing your phone and bag, stepping out the door and locking it.
Once you get in your car, your homegirl calls.
“Where are you at??” She yells into the phone and your face scrunches up slightly as you lean back a bit in your seat.
“I’m coming. Bitch why you screamin’?”
“Girl, it’s loud outside this bar. All these people. Hurry up, how you let me get here before you, I don’t wanna walk in by myself.” You laugh at her before putting your finger near the end call button on the steering wheel.
“I’ll be there in like.. 10 minutes.”
“Alright! Hurry up. I’m tryna find me a man.” She yells into the phone.
“Girl.. I’ll see you in 10 minutes.” You laugh, pressing the button, hanging up the phone. You both have been best friends since high school and she’s always been quite loud, outgoing, and very playful. She’s an amazing friend and always makes sure you’re happy, so you never mind going out with her when she needs someone, even though it's not typically your go-to way to hang out with anyone. Not often anyways.
After about 10 minutes, like you said, you pull up at the bar, parking your car before you walk to your friend that’s smiling, waving you down. You two walk into the bar together, grabbing a booth that’s a little in the cut to avoid being surrounded by too many people, specifically the fan girls who only came because it’s the off season for football.
You and your friend sit in the section, talking and listening to the music before a couple guys send a bottle over to your table.
“Girl, he over there looking at you. You better go over there.” You giggle, tapping her hand as you reach across the table.
“What I look like walking up to a man?? He better bring his ass over here.” You laugh at her as she waves him over.
“Ima move so he can sit, I’ll be walking around okay?” You say close to her ear so she can hear you as you stand up and she nods. You scoot out of the booth giving the guy a polite nod before walking through the crowd of girls, you decide to go up to the bar ordering a couple shots and you take a seat on one of the stools.
“Let me get that for you, y/n” The sudden sound of a very familiar male voice causes chills to rush up your spine, especially after you hear him say your name. You turn your head quickly, looking up at the tall, broad man and you can see he’s already got a grin on his face.
“Reiner? I’m sorry.. I don’t know what to say. You can’t just walk up on me saying my name like that. You scared me. I thought you moved away." You laugh playfully before standing and giving him a hug.
“I haven’t seen you in what.. 3.. 3 ½ years? I mean I’ve seen you on TV, obviously.. Congratulations by the way.” You ramble, congratulating him on finally making it into the NFL, a dream you remember him chasing when you both graduated high school.
“Thank you. I moved back a couple months ago. I didn’t expect us to meet again in a place like this, it’s not really your style, unless you done went and changed up on me, sweetheart.” He teases and you can see he’s still got that flirty, slick mouth which causes you to roll your eyes.
“Nah, I still hate this shit, why you think I’m over here sittin’ at this bar by myself? I came with my girlfriend but as you can see, our table has been overrun by your lil football buddy.” You say using your unopened straw to point over to the table, sitting back down in your seat.
Reiner smirks, turning his head to see where you were pointing before taking a seat next to you. Looking at you for a moment as he watches the bartender give you your drink. He notices the sweet smile on your face as you thank them, the soft glow of the light reflecting off your face, your skin. He watches you slip the straw into your cup before you take a sip, propping your elbow up on the bar top before leaning your cheek into your hand looking at him, amused by his staring.
“You gone talk or you just gone sit there and stare at me all night?”
“You’re just as beautiful as I remember.. you still look the same.. and I’m not “staring” I was admiring.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his sweet words.
“Thank you.. you act like it’s been 30 years though. It’s only been a couple years since we seen each other Rei.” You say with a slight smile, looking at him before you reach out, fingers lightly grabbing his chin, touching the facial hair that he recently decided to grow out.
“You look a lil different.. still fine though.” You flirt, taking your hand back and sipping your drink. You noticed the small goatee he’s let grow out, he's also gotten more muscular, probably from the intense work out sessions during training. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos covering both his forearms.
“You done went and got tatted up on me, I see.” You say nodding toward his arms.
“Ah, yeah.. I recently got into tattoos, they go all the way up my arms and I got my chest covered too.” He says, his eyes trailing around your face, slowly.
“Quit looking at me like that.” You laugh noticing his flirty gaze.
“Like what??” He laughs. “You’re just too damn pretty. I haven’t seen you in a while. Too long, really. You really haven’t changed, in the best way.”
“You’ve changed quite a bit.. in the best way.” You say back to him.
You both sit at the bar for a while, losing track of time as you catch up with one another, discussing life as you two were apart, milestones with college and obviously his football career taking off. It's been about two hours and neither of you even realized it as time seemed to freeze while you were together, just as it used to. At this point, people have started to leave and your homegirl even came up to you, sharing her location with you since she said she’d be leaving with the guy that came over to her earlier.
“You don’t gotta worry about her you know.” Reiner says seeing you text her, telling her to be safe and call if she needed anything and you look up at him. “He’s a good guy, for real. She’ll be fine, I promise.” He says, reassuring you. You smile giving him a soft nod.
“I just don’t play about my friends. You know I don’t trust nobody..” You sigh, looking at the time on your phone. “It’s getting late and I really hate to say this but I got somewhere to be in the morning, I need to get home..” He nods, standing from his seat to walk you back to your car.
“You’re not too drunk to drive right?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Nah, I promise I’m okay. I only had one drink.”
“Alright. You ain’t gone leave without giving me your number are you? It’s not the same one is it?” He says.
“No, I had got it changed when I got a new phone but I’ll give it to you.” You hold out your hand for his phone and he hands it to you.
“You ain’t seeing nobody right?” He asks watching you type in your number and you click your tongue, giving him back the phone.
“You think I’d be giving you my number if I was? You ain’t seeing nobody, are you??” You ask back to him.
“Touché.. and nah, I’m not. You think I’d ask for your number if I was?” He retorts back, being a smart ass and you roll your eyes.
“You ain’t changed at all.” You say, looking up at him and he reaches out, running his hand from your elbow to you hand bringing the back of it to his lips, giving a soft kiss.
“I’d love to see you tomorrow, y/n.. If you could make time for me.” His sweet action causes your face to heat up and you smile at him as he lets your hand go.
“I got time if you do, football star. Call or text me alright?”
“Will do.” He says, nodding softly as he opens your door for you and you give him a sweet smile and nod before starting the car, driving home.
You and Reiner had started dating at the age of 15, having the same Anatomy class in high school. You had an amazing relationship throughout those years, going on to graduate together. However, going to college was quite rough since he was constantly busy with football and his classes while you were always busy with your own classes and your extracurriculars. It really put a strain on your relationship, causing you two to talk less and the distance made it hard to see each other as often as you would’ve liked.
You ended up being the one to break off the relationship, not knowing what else to do at the time. You both were 21 at the time. There were never any ill feelings and you both would still tell each other you loved each other as you talked for a few months after that. Eventually, the last thing Reiner said to you was “I’ll find you again someday, I’m sorry I should’ve made more time for you, for us. Just keep me in your dreams till then, babygirl.” Eventually you both kind of fell off between his career and your schooling, everything was just very hectic. This was about 3 years ago at this point. Seeing him again tonight, both of you being 24 now, left you with such a strange feeling of happiness. It wasn’t awkward in the slightest and it was as if not a day had passed.
As you get back to your place you decide to shower and lie down for the night, having to wake up pretty early but as soon as you close your eyes your phone dings with a text from an unknown number. When you look at it, it’s just an address that you don’t know and a text that says, “Meet me here tomorrow.. 4pm.”
You’re about the reply when your phone dings again, “Oh, it’s Reiner. I guess that was weird, should’ve said that first.”
Another text comes in just as you get ready to reply again. “And DON’T look up the address, it’ll ruin the surprise.. I know you.”
You smile shaking your head before you text back. “I’ll be there and I won’t look it up.. I guess.🙄.. and I figured it was you.”
“I’m for real y/n don’t look it up! I’ll see you tomorrow. 4pm. You can wear something comfortable, anything you’d like okay? Doesn’t have to be fancy. I know you overthink everything. Sweet dreams, pretty girl.” He texts one last time causing you to smile before you lock your phone, placing it back on the nightstand. He still knows you so well even after all this time apart. You lie down, daydreaming about the possibilities of tomorrow before eventually falling asleep.
You’re awoken by the sound of your alarm the next morning, getting ready for the day as you head off to your destination having appointments to get your lashes and nails done this morning.
After the appointments are over, you decide to go and get something to eat, looking at your phone noticing it’s about 1:30. You eat quickly before rushing home to change, slipping on something cute and comfortable before hopping back into your car and driving to the address he sent you. It’s about 3:15 as you start to drive and after a couple minutes you realize he’s got you driving in the middle of nowhere.
“Oh Lord, what this man got me doing out here.” You mumble to yourself looking around at all the large fields and farm animals. As you continue to drive you start to see the prettiest green trees, hills covered in the greenest grass, flowers scattered everywhere. You pull up into a parking lot, parking and stepping out of your car.
There’s greenery covered with fruits and flowers surrounding you and you see a strawberry field nearby, eyes scanning your surroundings before Reiner’s voice breaks your focus.
“You actually came.” You turn and look at him, he’s dressed in a black t-shirt that fits his muscular form well, showing off more of his tattoos and a pair of jeans.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Nah.. I don’t know. Guess I was just nervous about you not wanting to.” You smile softly as you start to walk with him.
“So what are we doing out here? Picking fruit? Having a picnic.. I hope you didn’t bring me out here to play football.” You say looking up at him.
He laughs “No, I didn’t bring you out here for football but we are doing the other two things, catch up if you’d like that, it’s a nice day today.”
“I love that idea.. and it is a very beautiful day. Where do you wanna start?” You ask as you both walk to his car grabbing the big basket he brought with him.
“Wherever you wanna start is fine with me.”
“Wanna start at the strawberries?” You say looking up at him again and you see him nod towards the strawberries.
“Lead the way, mama.”
You both walk over looking at the strawberries, trying to find the best ones to pick before starting to grab a few.
“What have you been up to all this time?” His sudden question makes you look up at him for a moment.
“Ehh.. not much.. nothing exciting like you getting drafted to the NFL.. just school stuff.. internships.”
“That’s still interesting, y/n.. making progress towards your career. I see that you still downplay all of your achievements.” You smile softly.
“No.. I don't.. not all the time. I don't mean to. Congratulations again on the NFL draft by the way.. I remember when we used to talk about that. I bet it feels weird for it to be reality now.”
“A little bit.. it was a couple times I wanted to give up. I’m not gonna lie, it was a lot harder to focus after we split up.. your words of encouragement really kept me going a lot of the time. Even now, I feel I only got here because you believed in me.”
“There was never a reason not to Rei..” You say as you pick a couple more strawberries looking down into the basket.
“You think this is enough?” He looks over into the basket, dropping the two in his hand inside.
“Definitely.. we’ll be eating strawberries for a week at this rate. Guess we should leave some for other people.” You smile and nod and he takes the basket from you in one hand, holding out the other for you to grab, which you do, feeling your heart flutter as your fingers lock with his. You both walk to an area to wash off the strawberries you picked.
After washing them off, you two begin to walk across a large, empty field. A couple flowers are scattered throughout the bright green grass, the wind blowing softly as he leads you to a large thick blanket he had set out before and you smile.
“You’re just a sweet as ever I see..” You say with a soft, bashful smile.
“Did you expect me to change so suddenly?”
“Honestly, kind of.. you’re technically famous now..” You tease, nudging his arm lightly before you take a seat on the blanket, losing the warmth from his hand as his fingers slip from yours.
He scoffs as he sits across from you, “I wouldn't say all that.. I’m still new, not many people know me all that well. Truthfully, I hope I never get too famous..”
“I’d say they’re missing out then.. Not knowing someone like you.”
Reiner smiles, eyes studying your face tenderly as you look through the basket of strawberries before he looks away. He looks into the cooler he brought out earlier, grabbing the sandwiches and handing one to you.
“I hope you still like my sandwiches.”
You take it from him. “Thank you.. you know sandwiches always taste better when someone else makes them for you.. that’s science.” You shrug unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite.
You both sit for a while, eating the sandwiches and talking, hours go by but to you two it feels more like minutes. The sun is starting to set as it's about 7:30 now.
“Catch.” You say playfully, holding the half eaten strawberry up. He smiles but scoots back a bit, leaning his head back and opening his mouth a bit. You toss the strawberry up in his direction and while he catches it, he ends up coughing as it goes too far back in his mouth. You look at him for a moment making sure he’s okay before he makes eye contact with you, and there’s a moment of silence before you fall to the side, laughing hysterically.
“You’re an idiot. I’m surprised you’re still alive honestly.” You said lightheartedly, still laughing at his reaction causing him to laugh to.
“If you didn’t want to hang out with me, you could’ve said so. No reason to try to kill me.”
“Hey, that was your fault.” You say, sitting back up wiping the tears from your eyes. “That was funny. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.”
He laughs softly, grabbing another strawberry and popping it into his mouth. His gaze moves to your face noticing you looking at something behind him so he turns, seeing beautiful apple trees. He watches you get up, rushing over to them. He smiles as he turns completely, eyes admiring how much you haven’t changed a bit. In the time that you two were apart, he forced himself to lose hope of you two, to not miss you because he never thought he’d see you again. It hurt to think about you and he regretted letting you go without a fight. Being here now though, with you, he realizes those feelings never went away. Not even a little bit. He’s determined to not let you walk away again.
You get over to the apple tree, looking up at the apples and you reach up for one. It’s just out of reach and you lift yourself onto your tip toes barely being able to tip the apple with your fingers before dropping back down, flat on your feet, putting your hands on your hips as you stare at the apple. You turn back to Reiner, seeing him already looking at you with that playful smirk.
“Help.. Please..” You say softly and he immediately gets up, walking over to you, easily reaching up and plucking the apple from the tree, handing it to you.
“There you go, princess.”
You take the apple from him, looking down at it before looking back at him.
“So you saw me struggling knowing you could get it down and you just sat there and watched, huh?”
“I’m sorry, it was cute to see you try.” His remark causing you to grin, rolling your eyes. You both walk back to sit back down. You lie your head in his lap, looking up at the orange and pink sky.
“Were you ever with anyone else?” You hear him ask, his hand caressing your hair.
“Hmm, not long term, no. Went on a couple dates and I was with this guy for a couple months but it just never worked out.”
“Why not?” He questions and you debate whether or not you want to tell him what you were really thinking but after a moment, you do.
“They were never you.. I couldn’t stop comparing them to you. I called it off with the one guy I was with cause it just wasn’t fair for me to do that to someone. He was a good guy.”
He chuckles a bit and you look up at him a bit confused as to why.
“I’m not laughing at you it’s just.. seems we’ve been living the same life.. nobody was ever you.. they didn’t talk like you, think like you, smell like you, laugh like you..” You see him quickly shut his mouth, probably about to say something else but deciding against it, but you can assume what it was by the light blush across his cheeks.
“Yeah, keep going.. what else?” You tease him, sitting up from his lap, looking at him and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Nope. You knew what I was gonna say, you don’t need to hear it.” He says, looking in your eyes.
“Aww, you’re no fun.” He shakes his head at you, grin on his face.
“I’m glad we bumped into each other.. I been meaning to reach out to you but I guess I didn’t know what to say. Maybe part of me assumed you’d be with someone else or just simply not want to speak to me.”
“Well, we never had any hard feelings Rei. Honestly, I only left because I don’t know.. we hardly had time to see each other back then. I started to feel like I was a distraction to your dreams.. I didn’t want to hold you back.”
“I should’ve made more time for you, y/n.. I’m truly sorry that I didn’t. You weren’t a distraction.” He pauses watching you look up at the sky again as you lean back on your palms.
“You know even after we split, I could never forget you telling me you knew all my dreams would come true and that you’d always be my number one fan.. I know it sounds corny but that memory got me where I am now. I don’t think I could be where I am now if you’d never told me that. You were always a gift to me, y/n.. I was just too stupid to see it back then.” You look over at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and you smile softly, sitting up to lean your head on his shoulder.
“Well I meant what I said, Rei.. It was never just wishful thinking.. don’t get all mushy on me. I missed you. You know.. I never reached out for the same reasons as you.”
He gives you a light kiss on your forehead before he sighs.
“It’s starting to get dark.. and cold.. I really, really don’t want you to leave yet.. I’m not ready to be apart from you again. I know it’s soon to ask, I mean maybe.. it’s not like we’re strangers but would you wanna stay with me tonight? Or maybe I could come to your place.”
You laugh as you watch him nervously stammering over his words. “I can come to your place. I’m not scared of you Rei, like you said, we’re not strangers.. not in the slightest.”
“Okay, cool.” He sighs lightly in relief.
You both gather the things brought out and you walk back to his car, helping him put the things in and shutting the door.
“Alright, well I suppose I’ll be following you since I don’t know where you stay at.”
“Right.” He leans down, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Make sure you keep up then, princess.”
You smile, looking up at him before giving a soft nod and you get back to your own car, following him out of the lot. You drive for about 35 minutes before you pull up at his house, parking your car behind his and getting out.
“Nice house.” You say sweetly, walking to meet him by the door.
“It’s no mansion but it’s enough for just me.” He says unlocking the door and pushing it open for you. You walk in, him following closely behind before shutting the door and locking it, turning back to you. “You want anything? Food? Something to drink?” You shake your head no.
“No, I’m good. Thank you though. Honestly, I’d really like to shower, I don’t wanna be all up on your furniture smelling like outside.”
He nods. “Of course. The bathroom is just upstairs, second door to the right. I assume you’ll need clothes but.. granted I don’t have women’s clothes, you’ll have to wear mine. That okay?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, that’s fine with me.” You say before heading upstairs. You shut the bathroom door before sighing, a smile on your face as you feel a slight rush of giddiness rush through you, finally getting to see Reiner again before you calm yourself down. You undress, grabbing a rag and setting a towel to the side before stepping into the shower and sliding the door closed. You begin to bathe, letting the soap run down your body, hot water relaxing you and calming your nerves a bit. You suddenly hear a knock at the door.
“You wouldn’t mind if I got in with you.. would you?” You smirk, rolling your eyes.
“Very smooth. No, I don’t mind. Might as well. Saves water right? I’m sure you were gonna say that next.”
He slides the door open, stepping inside and you quickly turn away, feeling heat rush through your body and he laughs.
“You know me so well. Ahh.. don’t act so bashful, princess. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“It’s been a while though. You just have no shame huh?” He steps closer to you, leaning down by your ear.
“You act as if you’re not butt ass naked right now, sweetheart.” You turn to him, slapping his chest with the wet rag.
“I was in here first. Quit it.”
He laughs, grabbing his own rag to start bathing.
“Mind if I get right there?” You switch spots with him, allowing him to stand under the stream of the water. Your eyes trail down his muscular back and you step forward, hands reaching out to trail down his heavily tattooed arms, slowly.
He turns his head sideways, just enough to see you and he smiles softly.
“Someone’s touchy.” His voice is a bit softer now as he gets chills from your touch.
You let out a hum, stepping closer to him, arms snaking around his waist as you plant a soft kiss on his back.
“I missed you..” You say barely above a whisper, your hands trailing down his abs, fingers feeling his happy trail before moving south, wrapping around his dick slowly, feeling that he’s already hard, he sighs, feeling your hand drag out to the tip, tip of your pointer finger rubbing over the head before dragging back to the base. He sighs, groaning as his head tilts back. “Fuck, I missed you too, princess. You don’t waste anytime huh?”
“Mm.. yeah, I can tell. We been together all day.. all those years we were together.. I don’t need anymore time to know that I’ve been craving you all these years.. dreaming of you.” Your voice soft, laced with desire as you continue pumping your hand slowly, each stroke earning you a moan from him.
“Mm fuck, wait baby.. wait..” He says and you slowly take your hand away.
“Is everything okay, Rei.”
“Yeah, yeah..” He says almost breathlessly.
“Let’s get out.. first.. I need you.. so.. so fuckin’ bad.”
You both dry off before Reiner picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms thrown around his neck as you nuzzle your face into his neck, biting him softly making him inhale sharply. His fingers dig into your ass as he holds you up with ease. Your tongue trails over the bite before you suck a hickey into his skin, fingers lightly scratching at the back of his hair.
“Fuck.. you’re so damn eager.. you missed me so much didn’t you babygirl?”
“Mhmm.” You hum against his skin as he walks over to the bed, placing you down.
“You’ll be a good girl for me, yeah?” He asks, hand running up your chest before wrapping around your throat lightly and you nod.
“Crawl up to that pillow for me.. lay back and spread your legs for me, princess.”
You crawl up to the pillow, the view of you on your hands and knees turning him on even more as he sees just how wet you already are. You lie on your back, opening your legs for him. He licks his lips, moving up the bed to hover over you before bringing his forehead down to yours, taking a breath..
“My God, you’re going to drive me absolutely insane.. you’re still so.. so beautiful..and I just want you to know..” He starts speaking, his lips kissing your cheek before trailing to your jaw, your head tilting back as your breath picks up. “I never stopped loving you.. never.. not for a fuckin’ second..” His lips reach your collarbone before he drags his tongue up to your earlobe. “I gonna make you a fuckin’ mess for me tonight.. I deserve it.. after all the time..” The sharpness in his voice, sends chills down your spine. “That alright with you?” You nod and his hand comes up to your throat, squeezing gently causing your breath to hitch before his loosen his grip.
“I’m gonna need you to open that pretty mouth and speak to me.. don’t nod.. speak..”
“That’s okay with me..”
“Good girl.” He hums, his hand running down from your neck to your chest, hand groping your breast lightly, getting a soft moan from you. He kisses back down your neck, lips moving to your breast. He drags his hot tongue over your nipple before sucking the hardened bud between his lips, releasing with a soft pop before licking it again.
“Mmm..” You hum softly, looking down at his mouth working at your nipple. He runs his hand down your stomach, middle finger pressing gently into your clit, massaging in a slow, circular motion and he laps at your nipple softly. He brings his fingers up to his lips, licking them before reaching back down to rub your clit again, his tongue going right back at your nipple.
“Reiner..” You moan softly, breath picking up as he touches you. He slides his fingers down further.
“Mmm you’re so fucking wet.. I could just slide right in.. so fuckin’ easily.” He says against the skin of your breast before licking your nipple again as his fingers slide inside.
“Ahh..” You moan as he stuffs them inside down to his knuckles, dragging them back out and up to your clit, smearing the wetness around on your pussy.
“Such a mess.. gets so wet, just for me.. always making a huge mess..” He groans sliding his fingers back inside, pumping them agonizingly slow feeling his fingers sliding along those warm, plush, slippery walls.
“I wonder.. did any of those other fuckers you were with ever make this pussy squirt, princess?”
“N..no.. they.. they never did..” You moan softly as he hooks his fingers upward, circling them just a bit.
“Mmm yeah.. I figured.. they didn’t know what to do with you.. not like I do..”
You lift yourself up a bit on your elbow, lips parted as you look down as his hand between your legs, your hand gripping his tattooed forearm tight.
“That feel good, baby.. that’s your spot, ain’t it?” He coos, fingers still massaging your g-spot, feeling your walls gripping his fingers.
“Ahh, fuck mama.. loosen up. Let me get in there.. make this pussy squirt.. I want it.. need it.”
“Ahh.. fuck..” You moan out, eyebrows furrowing.
“That’s it.. go ahead, princess.” He encourages, eyes looking down with yours as his fingers stir inside of you, pussy smacking loudly from the movements before a small stream of liquid squirts out.
“Ahh..” You moan, gasping softly.
“Mmm.. I know you can gimmie more than that, mamas.. go ahead..” He moves his fingers more, making you squirt, juices covering his hand as you moan loudly, legs clamping shut around his wrist.
“Uh uh.. you know better.. open them.” He demands softly but firmly.
Your legs feel weak but you force them open again as he drags his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. He lowers himself down, resting between your legs, his hand squeezing the outer part of your thigh, the other grabbing your hip as he turns his head, kissing the inner part of your thigh over and over again. The gentle sensation of his lips and his mustache tickling your skin, causing you to giggle and moan softly. He smirks against your skin. Lips trailing down further before he leans in, sniffing your pussy softly.
“Mmm.. fuck I love you..” He growls before his tongue drags up your folds unbearably slow, dragging up over your clit, string of spit connecting your clit and he pulls his mouth away, looking down at your pussy hungrily. He dives back in, lips slurping on your pussy greedily as your fingers reach down into his hair. He hums against you, tongue flicking over your clit before massaging it meticulously. His eyes close, savoring your taste.
“Mm you taste so fuckin’ good.” He kisses your pussy, dragging his tongue up again, his spit running downwards to your asshole. “Love this pussy so fuckin’ much.. pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He groans in between lapping at you, more so just thinking out loud. He runs his hand over your pussy, laying his head on your inner thigh as he watches the wetness smear around your hole, between your folds, over your clit and your pussy lips. He moves to hold himself over you, lips coming down to yours as he grabs his dick, rubbing your tip along your hole, teasingly dipping it in just a little before pulling back, getting him a whimpering moan from your lips.
“Please don’t tease Rei..” You say against his lips.
“Sorry, princess.” He replies with a playful grin before pushing himself inside in one long, slow thrust feeling your hot pussy suck him in, walls stretching around his thick length.
“Ohh..” He groans. “Pussy’s so fucking good..” He drags his hips back before rolling them back into you slowly.
“Fuuckk.. fuck I missed you..” He sighs, moaning against your parted lips before his hand comes up to your jaw, gripping a bit roughly.
“Look at me while I fuck you.. if you close your eyes, I’ll stop.” He says and you look up into his eyes, your eyes hazy with lust, filled with pleasure as he rolls his hips into yours, pussy getting so wet from him that he almost slips out.
“Ahh fuck.. you know this pussy good too, don’t you?” He asks, hand moving from your jaw to your throat. “Don’t you, mama?” You nod, unable to speak as his fingers press into the sides of your throat. He picks up the speed of his thrusts. Pussy squelching with every movement he makes. He releases your neck, shoving his fingers into your mouth as you gasp.
“Shit.” He hisses as tears pricks at your eyes.
“You okay, baby?” He asks softly and you nod quickly, lips wrapping around his fingers.
“Mmm fuck.. listen to that baby.. ouu fuck.. you hear that?” He growls as he ruts his hips into yours, listening to how wet you are.
“Mhmm..” You hum around his fingers, eyes lidded from the pleasure as he fucks you.
“Fuck.. hands and knees, princess.. hurry up.” He groans, pulling out as he moves just enough for you to turn over.
“mmm come on, spread those legs.. arch that back for me..” You lift your hips from the bed, back arching as your plump ass raises into the air. Your hole surrounded by white cream, inner thighs glistening from your wetness and he groans as his hand runs over your ass before coming down hard causing your hips to drop a bit as you whimper and he immediately grabs your hips yanking them back up with a grin on his face.
“You said you’d be a good girl for me y/n.. you wouldn’t lie to me.. would you?” He asks, voice almost condescending, mocking you for moving from just one hit.
“No.. no.. would nev-“ your words are cut off by his hand coming down again before massaging the spot gently.
“That’s my girl..” He praises as his hands grab your hips, dick slipping back into you quickly, tip kissing your cervix causing your grip to tighten on the pillow.
“Rei.. so deep..” You moan out as he pushes his hips forward even more. “Oh my.. Fuck..” You gasp softly his dick pressing into your cervix. It hurts a bit but in the best way possible before he pulls back out, hand gripping his dick that’s drenched in your arousal as his drags the tip from your hole, spreading the wetness up to your asshole before moving back down and sinking deeply into you once again.
“Fuck.. you feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans, pumping into you slowly as his hand massaging your ass, squeezes softly before moving, his thumb slipping into your asshole before pulling back out, his hand coming down on your ass, squeezing again.
“Ahh.. fuck” You moan, rocking yourself back into him, ass bouncing off his pelvis.
“That’s right.. fuck.. gimmie that pretty pussy, mama.” He moans, eyes focused on the messy sight, cream gushing out around the base of his dick.
“Shit.. shit..” He growls, hands squeezing your ass, thumbs spreading you open as he watches himself slipping in and out of your pussy. Pussy greedily gripping onto him, begging him to stay, begging him to keep fucking you. You moan loudly, uncontrollably, saliva trailing from the side of your plump lips as he moves his hips in unison with your movements.
“Fuck, throw that ass back.. you better not stop.. fuck you better not stop.” His breath grows heavy, moaning growing louder and you can tell he’s getting close.
You both moan in unison as he messily, sloppily thrusts into you before pulling out quickly, hand pumping his cum onto your ass and back. His hips jerk forward as you feel the hot, thick substance on your skin. His fingers come down, collecting a bit of it before shoving it inside your pussy. He repeats this over and over again before he licks his fingers clean, looking at your soaked hole, covered, dripping with his cum.
He stands up from the bed, pulling your hips so that you’re on the edge of the bed and without a word, he drops down to his knees, dragging his tongue over your pussy, cleaning you up. He groans as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy before moving back, only to look at your pussy. His hands come up to your ass before he leans back in slurping from your clit to your quivering hole.
“Mmm.. Rei..” You whine as your legs tremble slightly.
“Mmm.. you can hold on for me mama.. just gimmie one more.. just one more.. it’s been so long since I’ve had you, princess. Please just give me one more..” He slides his fingers inside once again, his eyes watching intensely as he fingers you, spreading his fingers apart slightly before he brings to out and to his lips sucking on them before shoving them back in. He slides two fingers from his other hand in beside the others, stretching you more.
“Make another mess for me.. fuck.. look at this pussy..” He says barely loud enough for you to hear as his fingers open your pussy just a bit, he watches before taking two fingers out, still leaving the other two in as they start to pump into you, the others playing with your clit.
“Ah.. Rei!” You moan as you start to drip onto the sheets, legs trembling and his pace doesn’t slow for a second. Dragging another orgasm from you, juices dripping onto the sheets by the second.
“That’s it.. keep going, princess.” He groans, fingers steadily pumping as your juices run down his forearm, down your thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He says pulling his fingers out as you immediately collapse onto the sheets, trying to catch your breath.
He kisses up your back, chest pressing into your body before he kisses your temple.
“You okay, princess?”
“Mhmm.. perfect.” You hum softly.
He smiles softly, giving you another soft kiss, first on your temple and then your cheek.
“I’ll go get something to clean us up, for now.. I’m not done with you.” He says before going to the bathroom, he comes back with a hot rag, wiping you off. He gives you one of his t-shirts before you help him change his sheets.
“Sorry about that..” You mumble as you pull them off the bed with him and he chuckles.
“Please don’t EVER apologize for that.. ever. I don’t care about these sheets, they can be washed and I have more.” He says moving to get the new ones. Once you both get the bed set you two lie down together, you cuddle up into his, leg thrown over his as well as your arm over his waist.
“I wanna try again y/n.. I love you.. I really do and I never stopped.. it’s always been you.. I know that now.. I knew it back then and I should’ve tried harder. Please say yes.. please tell me you’ll stay because I don’t know what I’ll do if you say no..” He says, voice sounding sincere and desperate and you smile sweetly, tilting your head to look up at him, his head turning to you. You lock eyes with him, your hand coming up to his cheek gently.
“I’m not going anywhere this time.. it’s always been you.. only you.”
ᝰ.ᐟ “all of our love filling all of our room. your low warm voice curses as you find the string to strike within me that rings out a note heard in heaven.”
contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. switch!choso but mainly dom!cho, sort of fighting for dominance, “ma’am,” f rec oral, dirty talk, fingering.
“can i try .. being in control? y’know, like how .. like how you are usually?”
choso pants sweet puffs of air betwixt words. they suffuse into the otherwise stilled air, toying with the curve of your ear before kissing at it softly. he’s curled up underneath you, twitching and shaking like a spring leaf at how you press swelled lips against the flush of his neck. “you want to be in control?”
you parrot him almost mockingly, and he nods. moving to push you underneath him so quickly you blink a few times to register what just happened, “yeah, i want to be in control” his eyes lock onto yours, dead-set. his wispy lashes so long they almost push up against the lower scruff of his brows, “want to make you feel good” he’s moving down your body, slowly, never letting his gaze grow weak or falter, “want to make you cum on my tongue” a kiss to your stomach and then another to the pit of your belly button, “want to make a mess out of you so i can drink it all up” oh, he’s going to be the death of you, “want to be used”
he nestles palms between the curve of the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest. then licks a few fat, wet stripes on your inner thighs, muffling into the warmth of your skin, “can i?”
he pulls a smirk out of you. you’ve never seen him like this before. regaling you with words as is if he’s selling himself, but your head dips into a nod, “yeah, cho. make me feel good” slipping a craved hand into his mussed hair. he perks up almost noticeably, as if he expected you to say no. looking up at you, but then his eyes darkened. the usually clear windows to his very soul, fogging over with pure lust.
he opens his mouth, flashing white enamel before closing over the dyed lace of your panties, tearing through it like some crazed dog making your body quickly sit up, “what are you— that was fucking expens- ohhh fuck“
his lips, wet, suction around the bud of your sensitives clit, sucking so harshly as if it’s his last breath of air, slick spit coating as he pinches his brows together, speaking against your sloshy cunt, “shut up and take it”
“who do you— hahh nngh, think you’re talking to, huh?”
“this prettyy fuckin’ pussy. so loud when it sucks me in jus’ — listen, baby”
he dips two long slender fingers into the warmth of your sticky walls, smiling against your cunt at how it squelches so messily, your head slipping back at the sweet stretch, your body already giving in to him, “feel good baby, hmm? tell me just how good ‘m makin’ you feel. say it”
your ass raises and arches up into a bow at how he’s carelessly talking against your cunt, sending warm vibrations to the pit of your stomach, his sharp teeth occasionally teasing and grazing your clit.
“sh— shut— up and eat me out”
he lets you have it with a muffled, “yes ma’am” too caught up and lost in your addicting taste to keep testing and pushing you— he’s successfully dipped a toe, but doesn’t dare to fully submerge, he knows he’s no match and you’d eat him alive like a starved great white.
your thighs hungrily clamp around his flushed face, “fu— fuck gonna cum. don’t stop. don’t fucking stop” and he wouldn’t dream of it.
his fingers slosh in and out of you, hurriedly begging you to give him more. greedy. both your hands dig into his hair grabbing bushy handfuls, grounding yourself against his warm, flattened tongue, “that’s it, baby, use me. fuck my face”
a wave. a tsunami of pleasure surged deep, deep in your core, spreads warmth through your entire body as you push against the crown of his head, “don’t run fr’me” he’s lapping at your pussy through your high, the world around you blurring leaving you empty, your body spasming against the strength of his heavy arms.
you look so pretty like this, he thinks. your body humming angelically with aftermaths of his tongue, bathed in a glow of pure gold. he now sees why you love being in the position he’s in, but now that he’s seen oxymoron personified, this heavenly yet so sinful side of you, he doesn’t think he can go back.
✧ synopsis : after almost a decade of a healthy marriage, four kids, and a stressful bakery opening, you and toji have learned to take your alone time very seriously.
✧ tags : firefighter! toji + baker! reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, blk fem reader ofc, mentions of alcohol, public sex ?? in the car, mentions of vaginal penetration, cowgirl, pet names like bby, love, pretty, mama bc yall already know etc, excuse any errors. i wrote this in a few different povs at first so — 𝟓.𝟖𝐊 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 smiles as he pulls into his driveway, the familiar cacophony of squeals and thuds greeting him before he’d even opened the door - the kiddos must’ve been riding the after dinner sugar high. cheerfully shaking his head, he braced himself for the chaos and noise that awaited inside your now shared, cozy little place the two of you have grown to call home.
it’d been nearly six years since that fateful summer when you’d quite literally swept into his life like a swirl of sunshine and baked goods. six years of dizzying ups and downs, laughter and tears, the most intense love he’d ever known to face. sometimes it still didn’t feel real, even now - this life you’d built from the spark of simple flirting over sweets n’ crème brulee.
so much had happened in that span of adventures : you, graduating at the top of your culinary class, your desserts and pastries that you’d stressed so hard about being the toast of the competition circuit. toji retiring as lieutenant of the fire department after over a decade of service, not daring to miss out on any more milestones as the two of you started your family. not to mention the whirlwind of wedding plans, and then the magical day itself where you vowed forever to each other in front of family and friends.
then the true blessings had come along, one right after the other - megumi, who was still adjusting to the new family dynamic of it all, but was yet so proud of his father. little rascally rose, a firecracker just like her mama with the same bright eyes and full curls. goofy, tender-hearted kenji who practically worshipped his big brother and sister, wanting nothing more than to mimic their every move and be just like his papa. and finally malachai, the happy surprise baby who seemed to have inherited the best of both his parents’ feisty personalities.
toji wouldn’t trade this beautiful chaos for anything in the world. but he’d be lying if he said the constant juggling act of family life wasn’t difficult - for the both of you. it was rare for you guys to get a real moment alone together, just the two of you. your intimacy had cooled down amidst all the lovely distractions, as had the simple art of conversation beyond trading information about grocery lists and pediatrician appointments.
date nights had become a long forgotten luxury, almost seemingly impossible to coordinate when your trusted babysitters were your siblings with families of their own. but tonight, uncle satoru had stepped up and volunteered his services, giving toji and you a well overdue opportunity to reconnect.
toji unbuckles his seatbelt and exited the truck, tamping down a flutter of nerves. what if the easy rhythm and sizzling chemistry you’d once shared was gone for good? a victim of sleep deprivation and chicken nugget overdoses? what if it was too late to rekindle that spark?
pushing open the front door, he was immediately swamped by a tiny army of squirming, chattering bodies. “papa, papa, papa!” rose seized his hand and tugged insistently. “you gotta’ see the cool fort we built! kenji made it super big this time!”
“we’ll show ya, dad!” kenji crowed, already streaking towards the living room, malachai hot on his heels with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“hold up there, you lil’ tornados,” toji called in vain, being unceremoniously dragged by his giggling daughter into the chaos. every available pillow, cushion, and blanket had been appropriated to create an elaborate tent city surrounded by toys and stuffed animals . . and gojo sat smack in the middle of it all, long legs splayed out as he played some kind of intricate make believe game with the two boys.
“baby, you’re home!” you swept in from the kitchen, wisps of hair escaping your messy bun and face flushed from exertion. you were wearing a cute pink sundress that struck a nostalgic chord in toji’s memory - you’ve had it for years, one of his favorite things to slowly peel off of your shoulders after a night out to be exact. “thank goodness. i was startin’ to think i’d have to call backup.”
you stand on your tippy toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, and just like that, his weariness evaporated as if by magic. your familiar floral scent, your soft warmth, the kids’ laughter surrounding him - this moment of serenipity in the midst of routinely chaos bringing a lump to his throat.
“not a chance,” he rumbled, sliding an arm around your waist. “i wouldn’t miss this for the world.” downy goosebumps erupted down your arms at his words, flustering deeply. awe, his voice still got you going after all this time. good to know. very good to know. “y’all holdin’ down the fort?”
“y’know how it is,” you reply with a gentle squeeze of his hand, watching in fond exasperation as rose ordered poor gojo to lie down so kenji could perform his ‘very important surgery.’ “satoru took his role a lil’ too seriously this time and got lost in their games.”
you stood together watching for a few moments, the kids pausing just long enough to acknowledge toji’s presence again before diving back into their shenanigans. it was all so beautifully vibrant and alive, the little people you created and who brought such joy, such richness and meaning to your lives. but still . . . toji felt the undeniable tug of wanting you all to himself. just for a few hours at least. he wanted to bask in your undivided attention. to remember what it felt like to not share you with anyone else.
you must have picked up on his restlessness, your eyelids drifting shut as he stroked the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. “soon as we get back, m’ cravin’ some peace n’ quiet. maybe a hot soak in the tub after all this madness.” your tone was light and casual, but the smoldering undertone was unmistakable.
toji found himself swallowing reflexively as his skin prickled with awakening interest. “is that a promise, mama?” he murmured gruffly, not even trying to hide the roughness in his voice.
you peeked up at him through long lashes, a smile curving on your lips. “mm . . . you should know this by now. m’ a girl who keeps her promises.” burying any further suggestive replies, you cleared your throat and turned to gojo, who’d been buried under a pile of stuffed teddy bears. “alright babies, mama n’ daddy gotta’ go for a bit. gumi’s at a friend’s place, and there’s dinner in the fridge if you guys get hungry — so pretty please be good for your uncle gojo, y’hear?”
a chorus of whines follow after your words, but the kids were quickly distracted again by the siren song of more roughhousing. rose blew toji an exaggerated kiss while kenji and malachai paid both of you absolutely no mind whatsoever, already wrestling in a tangle of small limbs. gojo simply shot you a weary thumbs up from beneath his plush prison, glasses askew and hair wild as toji fought the urge to chuckle, “have fun you two. keep me posted, and please for the love of god - quit knockin’ her up, toji. i’m being attacked by three little rascals and it’s just absolutely absurd,” he jokes.
“i don’t make promises i can’t keep, satoru.”
you fished your purse and sweater from the hall closet while toji hovered close, drinking in every detail of you. suddenly he was struck by the profound urge to pull you in close and just breathe nothing but you, to lose himself in the familiar softness and strength of your embrace. but he restrained himself with an effort. all too soon they’d be able to indulge that craving for closeness, he reminded himself as you linked your fingers through his.
with a final wave to the kids and fond shake of his head at gojo’s predicament, toji guided you to the car. the simple act of opening your door and helping you in was enough to set his pulse racing, anticipation crackling in the air as your fingers tangled briefly together. electric from even the most innocent of contact.
by the time he’d slid behind the wheel, he felt ten years younger, energized by the promise of this evening alone with the woman he loved. as toji pulled out of the driveway, you were already reaching for the radio to cue up one of your old playlists, humming along contentedly as warm twilight spilled through the windows. toji cuts you an affectionate glance and reaches over to squeeze your knee - a brief, cherished moment before the magic began.
he couldn’t wait to see where it all would lead.
“so where we headed, hot stuff?” you asked, eyes sparkling with mischief as she toyed with the ends of her hair. “hopefully somewhere without a soft play area and a kids meal if y’know what i mean.”
toji snorted, distracted for a second by the way the skirt of her sundress rode up her thighs as she shifted in the passenger seat. “nah, no funzones tonight. but i can think of a few things i’d like to play with though.”
his suggestive drawl was rewarded with a scandalized laugh and playful swat to his shoulder. “you’re so gross, babe.” your eyes twinkle with amusement before flickering to the darkening sky outside. “seriously though . . . surprise me? i wanna’ be wooed. s’ been too long since you’ve had the chance to take me out. we used to do it all the time.”
kissing away the pout on your lips and squeezing your knee again, toji grinned crookedly. “i know, baby. tonight will be one to remember - i swear.”
true to his word, he bypassed all the usual dining spots they frequented as a family, instead guiding you to a cozy trattoria tucked away on a quiet cobblestone street you didn’t even know existed. he pulled up in front and turned to gauge your reaction, smile widening at the look of surprise and delight on your lovely face.
“bambolino’s?” you exclaimed, craning your neck to peer through the warmly lit windows. “toji, this place is famous! i swear geto raves about their stuffed shells every time he comes over . . like they’re life changing or something!”
“nothin’s better than your cookin’ so we’ll see. m’ a tough crowd to please.” chuckling, he cut the engine and climbed out to open your door, and you hopped out with a charming little shimmy of your hips, curls bouncing around your shoulders now. toji quite literally had to bite back a groan as images of sweeping you up onto the hood and hiking that dress up around your waist flooded his mind unbidden.
jesus, dude. maybe he felt a little too hot n’ bothered. this was a night to reconnect emotionally, not just physically. ‘keep it together, man,’ he mumbles to himself.
threading your arm through his, you allowed him to lead you to the heavy oak door. “well well, aren’t you just the sweetest.”
toji leaned over to murmur in her ear, voice low and intimate. “like i said . . . a night to remember. and m’ just gettin’ started, lovely.” he felt you shiver and had to quickly resist the urge to press an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot behind you ear — the spot he knew drove you crazy. but he reined himself in, offering you his arm instead. you slanted him an arch look from beneath your lashes as you took his elbow, well aware of the charged energy in the room. “you’re such smooth talker,” you teased. “but m’ callin’ you out - you gotta’ keep deliverin’ now.”
the inside of the restaurant was every bit as quaint and charming as the exterior, all warm golden lighting and rustic decor like something plucked from a cozy little italian village. your table of choice nestled in a babylon themed area, made for discreet intimacy. along with linen napkins and sparkling wine already waiting along with a single garden rose in a low vase.
as toji held out your chair for you, you leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. “this lovely, t,” you murmured, fingers trailing over the pristine white tablecloth. “really, baby . . . jus’ lovely.”
he hummed, momentarily distracted by the alluring fragrance of your signature perfume mixed with the lingering scent of baked goodies in your hair from a hectic day’s work at the bakery. “you deserve it,” he rumbled once he’d found his voice again. “. . . i know how crazy swamped you been with the kids and workin’ on side projects for the shop. tonight is strictly about you, mama. no responsibilities, no worries. just you n’ me enjoyin’ each other. like we used to do.”
your smile softened at the corners as you regarded him with open adoration. “when did all your charm come back?” you teased gently, though . . that tone was genuine. “feels like we haven’t had a moment alone in ages. hard to remember the last time you wooed me like this.”
“tonight’s special. couldn’t let another moment go by without remindin’ you exactly why you chose to put up with me.”
your expression turned impish once more. “coulda’ fooled me - i seem to recall it was you who was pushin’ lil’ ol’ me away, no?”
he formed his features into his best look of faux offense, tone full of lofty dignity. “can a man not get nervous anymore? you were stunning i was terrified — as megumi would say, your aura was just . . .” beneath the table, you could start to feel him sliding his foot forward to glide his ankle over yours, naughtiness giving him away even before your muffled squeak of surprise. toji just grinned that stupid grin at you innocently, as though not at all aware of the toe he was trailing up the delicate skin of your inner calf, “out of this world, sweetheart.”
you had to clear your throat before replying, voice husky with a mixture of amusement and something darker. “oh shut up. jus’ admit you loved me before you even knew it yet.” but despite the humor, you lashes had lowered invitingly as you let your calves part further, granting him unrestricted access.
his gaze snagged on the glimpse of your skin revealed as his foot inched higher and higher to skim the sensitive crease behind your knee. already, his blood was pounding with renewed interest, awakened by the heady combination of your pheromones and just being within your space. hmph. it was like suddenly the intimate, flickering candles and red wine he'd scoffed at earlier as a cheesy cliche seemed perfectly fitting, matching the frisson of sexual heat enkindling within him.
you spent the first part of dinner treading familiar ground - teasing n’ flirting, punctuated by conversations and easy silences that felt almost novel in your peacefulness these days. there was an ease to it, a bond between you both that couldn’t be so easily broken by the stress of soccer practices, ballet recitals or piles of laundry.
an intimacy beyond the aspects of physical that toji clung to . . . even as his vixen urges stirred elsewhere.
once appetizers had been polished off and the main courses brought out, toji leaned back in his chair and leveled you with a heavy lidded stare. slowly, he scooped up his cloth napkin and tossed it onto the table as though throwing down a gauntlet. your eyebrows rose in polite question even as a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.
“y’know . .” toji began, voice pitched low and rough like buttered rum. “you look absolutely stunning tonight, yn. i couldn’t be more proud of the woman you are n’ i jus’ uh . .” he pauses for a moment. wow, even after six years you still found a way to steal the words right out of his mouth, “i jus’ love you — you’re the mother of my children, my heart, my everyth - ”
your breath caught audibly, lashes fluttering as you struggled not to squirm under the potent weight of his stare. still, you rallied with a sassy arch of one brow. “if we weren’t already married, i’d say you were attempting at proposing to me right now, toji.”
“aye, m’ tryin’ t’be sentimental here, lady,” toji chuckled, the sound impossibly intimate amidst the hushed ambiance of the cozy trattoria. reaching across the table, he traced a feather-light path along your forearm with the very tips of his fingers, feeling the fine hairs there rise in gooseflesh, “y’know i’d marry you a thousand times over.”
the sleek black car purred through the dim streets, a monotonous swish of the windshield wipers being the only sound breaking the heavy silence within. in the passenger seat, you gazed out the rain streaked window, city lights smearing across your face in streaks of red and gold and neon blue. the night had been magical - champagne and oysters at bambolino’s, after that there was slow dancing cheek to cheek to smoky jazz at the club down the street, and last but not least — chocolate lava cake shared and savored at the tiny candle lit dessert boutique. all the romance and luxury toji knew his beautiful wife deserved.
but now, cocooned together in the warm confines of the car, the mood had shifted into something . . . more carnal. not sure how it couldn’t have become carnal with toji’s eyes constantly flicking away from the road to steal glimpses of you. in the dim glow of the dash, he drank in the way your clingy pink dress embraced every mouthwatering curve you had, the deep v neckline offering a tantalizing view of your collarbones. and oh, the silky chestnut curls tumbled over your bare shoulders, toji’s fingers itched to suken into them, to pull her close and breathe in the familiar sweet vanilla of her shampoo as he cruised.
he inhaled subtly, your delicate floral perfume underlaid with the warm, sleep-rumpled scent of your skin filling his head with sense memories. lazy sunlit mornings tangled in egyptian cotton sheets, your hair spilled across the pillow. sweaty afternoons grappling on the living room rug like lovestruck college kids. languid twilight baths with your slippery curves pressed back against his chest. he shifted in his seat as his blood began to simmer.
as if she could read his increasingly lurid thoughts, yn turned to meet his gaze. in the shadows, her eyes glittered like black diamonds, dark and fathomless, brimming with wicked promises. slowly, deliberately, she dragged her pink tongue across her bottom lip, leaving the glossed flesh glistening temptingly. toji swallowed hard.
suddenly, the air of the car felt suffocating, the rain misted air unbearably thick and hot. toji cranked the ac, but it did little to cool his overheated skin. he stared deadahead at the surging blades, trying to ignore the rising pressure in his groin.
without a word, you lifted a hand from your lap and slid it across the center console. toji sucked in a sharp breath as your palm skated up his thigh to rest just south of dangerous territory. even through the crisp fabric of his tailored slacks, her touch burned like a brand. as your nimble fingers began to trace idle whorls and spirals, you notice toji’s hands flex around the steering wheel.
“you better get us home safe, mr. we have kids to feed,” you purred, your dulcet voice flooding the charged air between them. “wouldn’t wanna’ have an accident now, would we?” your tone was pure filthy innuendo.
toji risked a glance sideways and instantly regretted it. you looked like a temptation, the old school femme fatale, all dangerous curves and scarlet lips and come-hither eyes. he could practically hear the harps and horns of the kill bill sirens blaring in his brain as he dragged his gaze forward again, locking it on the taillights winking mockingly through the rain smeared glass.
it would be so easy to pull the car over, to say fuck it to propriety and yank you into his lap. to ruck that sinful dress up around your waist and lose himself in your pussy until the windows were disgustingly fogged. so easy to let the inferno building in his veins consume you both right there in the goddamn car.
but toji prided himself on his discipline, his ironclad restraint. you couldn’t be a firefighter without grit, without the ability to stay focused and clear headed no matter what temptations beckoned. he knew that all too well. so he kept his ass planted firmly in the leather seat, even as his body screamed for more of his wife’s wicked touch.
even if his cock throbbed persistently against his fly, inflamed and aching.
you, however, seemed to have no such compunctions about maintaining composure. heedless of toji’s grip on the wheel, you unbuckled your seatbelt and twisted in your seat to face him. in a move that nearly short circuited his brain, you drew one endless leg up onto the seat, making the hem of your dress ride up to reveal the lacy edge of a sheer white thigh high.
toji’s mouth went dust dry. “what’re you doin’?”
“gettin’ comfortable,” you replied airly, but the devilish quirk of your painted lips gave away the game. slowly, you trailed a fingertip along the inside of your thigh, the back of your hand just barely grazing the tent in toji’s slacks as you did so — making him hiss out a breath between his teeth.
“quit playin’ wit’ me, yeah?”
you hummed, unconcerned, and continued her leisurely exploration, tracing idle patterns on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. “i’d rather you play with somethin’ else — i mean, you said it yourself.”
toji’s foot pressed down on the accelerator as if by it’s own volition, the car surging forward through the fuzzy soft darkness. toji's heart beat in time, a primal drum urging him to get the fuck home, where he could strip his vixen of a wife bare and remind you where teasin’ got you.
remind you how good he could make you burn.
your throaty chuckle broke him from his reverie. he glanced over to see you still caressing your own thighs, a wry twist to your lips. “you’re thinkin’ about fuckin’ me, aren’t you?” you mused casually, as if remarking on the weather. “how bad you wanna’ pull this car over, bend me over the hood n’ fuck me like i know you want to.”
liquid heat rolled down toji’s spine to pool in his groin, his cock jerking ravenously in the confines of his straining zipper. “goddammit,” he bit out, knuckles gone bloodless on the steering wheel.
you bit your lip on a smirk, shaky satisfaction in your exhale. “c’mon, daddy,” you coaxed, voice husky and sex-soaked. “i can feel you thinkin’ about it . . . those big hands spreading me open jus’ f’you?”
toji couldn't choke back his groan, pressure building to a rolling boil in his veins. his whole world narrowed down to the flex of his thighs, the strain of keeping the car on the road, and the siren song of your body, your scent, your dirty fuckin’ mouth.
“i’ve been so wet all night, t . .” you continued blithely, as if remarking on the weather. “since the second you walked in from work.” you reached over to smooth a proprietary hand along his thigh, thumb still skating dangerously close to his crotch. “i jus’ wanted to drop to my knees and worship you with my mouth right then n’ there.”
toji nearly swallowed his tongue, vivid images of your plush lips stretching around his cock flooding his brain. “c’mon, baby . .”
“ — but i was such a good girl,” you singsonged. “i was patient. i kept my hands to myself through dinner, even though all i could think about was how good you’d feel inside me.” your fingers creep higher to graze his zipper, “how deep i could take this big dick in my pretty little cunt.”
“don’t make me stop this car n’ —“
“pull over,” you murmured, voice molten and dark with promise. “anywhere. i don’t give a fuck - jus’ fuck me, toji. please . . s’ been too fuckin’ long.”
your words shot through him like an electric charge, heat searing down his spine to pool gravid and pulsing in his groin. “shit’,” he bit out, dizzy, nearly delirious with the force of his want. “ well, i know better than to argue with you. go ahead n’ tell me where, baby.”
“over there,” you pointed through the smeared windshield at an empty parking lot on the right, a black gulf set back from the glistening street. “that lot. pull in.” nearly shaking with the effort of holding himself in check, toji wrenched the wheel to the right, tires juddering over wet asphalt as he whipped into the vacant lot. the moment he threw the car into park, you were scrambling into his lap, sinuous as a snake, that tight dress rucking up around your hips completely now.
toji groaned gutturally as the heat of you settled over him, the damp crotch of your panties grinding right against his aching cock. you were like a furnace through the thin satin, searing him, branding him. he bucked helplessly under the pressure, too far gone for finesse.
“shit,” panted against the shell of his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. your little hands scrabbling at his belt, desperate, graceless. “wan’ you s’bad. been drippin’ — it hurts, daddy . .”
toji made a wounded sound as you finally freed his straining erection, wrapping slim fingers around the thick root and pumping once, slowly. you let out a broken moan at the heavy heat of him pulsing in your grip, the way he jerked and kicked against the palm, already leaking from the flushed tip.
“look at you,” you purred, running a thumb through the slippery bead of precum. you brought the digit to your mouth, sucking it clean with a low hum that vibrated straight through him. “mm, so fuckin’ hard f’me.” toji’s hands flew to your hips, gripping bruisingly tight, a drowning man clutching a lifeline. the flimsy lace of your panties was no barrier - he ripped them aside, baring the slick folds of your cunt to the humid air. need pounded behind his eyes, turned his blood to quicksilver, his bones to molten steel.
“i missed you, mama,” he rasped, throat tight, voice scraped raw. “missed you so much.” his calloused hands roam your tummy, waist, and then chest — stopping when his palms grope the full plumpness of your titties, “awe baby . . they’re so heavy. have they gotten bigger?” the casual rubbing is soon interrupted when he pulls them out from their comfortable position in your sundress, your breasts flopping out in the prettiest way.
nipples hard n’ ready to just be absolutely tended to.
“i think so,” you reply, running your hands up and down his chest, “ever since i had rose . . they’ve gotten more n’ more swollen.” it was true. that girl had been your most painful birth ever — and keep in mind, this was coming from a mother of four. your back ached, you felt uncomfortable everywhere, and your tits well . . . let’s just say it felt like carrying around bags of sand attached to your sore chest.
but you’d do it again. anything for your sweet baby girl.
“do they hurt?”
“a little bit,” and on your word, toji leans forward, taking one of your exposed nipples into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. you could only moan as he sucked softly, almost as if he were trying to pry somethin’ out of em’, “aah — mmph! s’ sensitive, daddy . . so sensitive.”
with a needy cry, you wasted to time to pull your panties to the side and tap the tip of him against your slit, “put it in, t . . please,” you don’t even wait for his approval to notch the broad head of his cock against your opening as he worked. he didn’t mind - not one bit. if anything, he was more eager than you. you then wrap around him, gently sinking down, sheathing him in tight, and clinging on. his head cracked back against the headrest after letting go of your nipple with a pop! - fireworks exploding behind his eyes as your silky walls enveloped him, gripped him, fluttered sweetly around his aching length like you’d been waiting for his return.
“oh my god,” you whimpered, lip caught harshly between your teeth. you looked nearly pained, brow pinched, lashes fluttering as you fought to adjust to the invasion. after all, it’s been a while. “i missed you stretchin’ me out, daddy . . missed y’re dick s-so much.”
toji panted shallowly through his nose, every tendon in his body pulled bowstring tight as he fought the feral urge to surge up into you, to seize and take and claim. his fingers flexed convulsively on your hips, blunt nails biting into the plump flesh of your ass.
“i know, i know. i feel you mama. m’ so sorry, daddy’s been neglectin’ this pussy, huh? keep makin’ yourself f-feel good,” he encouraged gutturally, thumbs sweeping over the delicate skin of her inner thighs, smearing her arousal into the creases. “mm, tryin’ to take it all i see . . always so eager to make me proud, ain’t ya’?”
with a keening mewl as a reply, you began to move, rocking shallowly, finding a rhythm. your hands braced on his broad shoulders, using the leverage to grind down, to swivel your hips in maddening figure eights. pleasure sparkled up toji’s spine, gathered in his heavy balls, pulling them up tight and throbbing against his body.
“s-shit, yeah,” he hissed, head swimming, drowning in sensation. “that pussy’s fuckin’ good, yn — always so fuckin’ good. ride that dick jus’ like that.”
you made a desperate sound, head lolling on your neck, lush mouth falling open. each drag of your warm walls had his nerve endings sparking, a livewire of ecstasy. he could feel every clench, every ripple of your ass around him, could feel you growing wetter, slicker, easing the way for faster, harder thrusts.
soon enough you were bouncing feverishly in his lap, shameless, transported. your nails bit into his shoulders through his shirt as you slammed yourself down, the wet smack of sticky flesh and her breathless cries fogging the windows. each downstroke punched the breath from his lungs, until he was dizzy with it, drunk on the feel of you, the sweat and sex musk and some dark energy radiating off of you.
“c’mon,” he growled, palming your ass, spreading you open lewdly so he could watch himself disappear into your gleaming folds, over n’ over, creamy n’ noisy. “gonna’ nut on this dick, hm? gonna’ soak daddy with this greedy lil’ cunt? my greedy fuckin’ cunt — all mine, isn’t it? say that shit.”
“y-yess, s’ all yours, d-daddy,” you panted, back arching sharply as his pelvis pressed just right against your swollen clit. that and the feeling of his hardened head nuzzling against your gummy cervix was just enough to — “m’ close . . m’ so close, baby!” he could feel you starting to tighten, starting to talk and pulse around his hammering cock. with a choked off curse, he gripped the globes of your ass and slammed you down, grinding his hips in deep, filthy circles that had your voice breaking on a sob.
“cum on that dick,” he commanded, holding her steady even as she thrashed and writhed, impaled to the root on his steel-hard length. “give it to daddy — m-make a mess on me, nasty fuckin’ slut.”
he punctuated the words with one brutal thrust, and you had no choice but to cum with a ragged wail, clenching down on him so tight he lost his vision. your cunt rippled and gushed, rhythmic waves gracefully and sloppily milking his pulsing cock as ecstasy whited out behind your eyes.
“fuck, fuck, baby, i can’t — m’ bout to cum, m’ cummin’ - aw fuck!” he choked out, and then his own orgasm was crashing through him, a tidal wave of rapture searing through his veins. he spurted long and hard, painting your trembling walls with scorching ropes of cum that had you shuddering through the aftershocks.
for long moments they stayed locked together, panting into the thick air, pulses gradually slowing. finally you shifted with a shuddery exhale, and toji groaned low in his chest as he slipped free of you in a hot gush. she collapsed bonelessly against his chest, sweat cooling on your skin, looking thoroughly debauched.
toji caught your face between his palms, tipped it up to meet her blissed-out gaze. “holy fuck i love you,” he rasped, thumbs sweeping over your tear stained cheeks, “so fuckin’ much, man - fuck.”
“me too . . l-love you too, babe.” you finished, voice a satisfied husk. a slow grin spread over your face, catlike and smug. “i can’t believe you fucked me in a parking lot.”
“you didn’t give me much choice,” he growled playfully, nipping at your jaw once, twice, three times. “my lil’ cum bunny jus’ couldn’t wait till’ we got home.”
you shivered, squirming against the twitch of renewed interest between his legs. “guess we better head back then,” you murmured. “round two in our nice comfy bed sounds pretty perfect right about now.”
toji made a low sound of agreement, already envisioning peeling her out of that sinful dress and worshipping every inch of her properly. “i can make a thirty minute drive a fifteen — that work for you?”
“y’know you didn’t have to ask that.” you clambered off his lap and they hastily rearranged your clothing, giggling like you were being caught by some mall cop patrolling the area. and then, toji reversed, pulled back onto the glistening streets, one hand resting possessively high on your thigh as the lights of the city streaked by.
soon you were pulling into your familiar driveway. toji killed the engine and dashed around to open your door, ever the gentleman as usual even after tiring you and himself out so thoroughly. hand in hand, giddy and eager, you made you way up the front walk, your heels clicking on the wet concrete.
the door swung open on a scene of perfect domestic tranquility. there on the oversized couch lay satoru, sprawled out and snoring softly, the little ones curled up safe and sound on his chest. the sight filling toji’s heart with indescribable warmth.
gingerly, you both crept closer, not wanting to wake your peaceful babies. toji gazed down at their somber faces, so innocent in sleep, and felt his throat tighten with emotion. you then settled against his side and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“we made some damn cute kids,” you whispered with a contented sigh.
“absolutely we did,” toji agreed gruffly. he turned and pressed a kiss to your hair, soft and sweet. “i love our little family so much. and you . . i say it all the time, but god, i love you more than anything, yn. i wouldn’t have them without you.”
you tilted your face up to his, eyes liquid and luminous in the low light. “take me to bed n’ show me just how much you love me, lieutenant,” you murmured against his lips.
grinning, toji swept her into a bridal carry, careful not to jostle satoru and the kids. “roger that,” he whispered back playfully. “let’s go complete operation ‘welcome home.’”
and with that, he carried his gorgeous, giggling wife down the hall to their bedroom, ready to spend the rest of the night making good on the promise that had been building between them all evening long — a promise of passion, devotion, and a love that could set the whole world on fire.
