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content: not every marriage meant a happily ever after. especially when you're stuck in an arranged one with a man who'd rather be with someone else. lucky for you, your husband's friend is here to make sure you're not lonely!
pairing: husband's best friend x depressed!reader
wc: 5.1k
content: angst, fluff, and smut, plot!, reverse cheating, husband is an asshole, so much pining, jealousy, reader is extremely lonely, a man who yearns and earns, gifts, mixed feelings and moving on, heartbreak, drinking, dancing, reader's husband fucks around and finds out lol, reader suffering but getting the good dick she deserves, kissing, making out, fingering unprotected piv sex
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What were you supposed to do when you finally got the man of your dreams only to realize you weren’t the woman of his?
You fiddled with the ring on your finger, wondering if he was fucking her while you sat at home waiting for him to come to a bed he rarely warmed.
It would be easier if he was a stranger, you decided.
A man you had never met before.
That you could live with. Being stuck in a loveless marriage with someone you didn’t know would be preferable to having your heart held hostage by the person you knew best.
Who was completely clueless that you’d been secretly harboring a cursed crush on him from childhood.
Since the first time you met him and your family informed him that he’d be your husband one day.
Arranged marriages were meant to be formal. Stiff. Glorified alliances.
You weren’t expecting him to love you.
But he had become your friend from the moment he waltzed into your life. Brought you flowers and your favorite sweets and made the effort to get to know you with every supervised meeting. Was it so surprising you fell for him?
Maybe, if it hadn’t been for her, he would’ve fallen for you too.
She’d been there first though. Been his best friend far before you entered into the picture. The apple of his eye. The holder of his heart.
You were just his wife.
They both worked together too – went out and made friends and lived lives that you were simply left out of.
That was how it was.
You stayed home. Tended to your garden. Tried to keep yourself occupied with other things. Picked up hobbies and threw them away when you realized you were never good enough to take pride in it. Both your parents expected you to have kids, pestered you on how long it was taking to get pregnant since you weren’t doing anything.
All you were to them was a housewife who was supposed to be a stay at home mom.
Maybe you could’ve been if your husband ever bothered to return to your bed.
Your marriage hadn’t even been consummated.
He had just apologetically smiled back then, softly stroking your hair and swearing that he’d never take advantage of you as if you hadn’t waited for that night half your fucking life.
Your husband had to be fucking her.
You just didn’t have the proof yet.
It was hard to find evidence when he was never back before midnight.
But did you really want to know? To shatter that sliver of a hope you still held out for him?
Staring at your phone like a loser waiting for a text that wouldn’t come, fingers clutching it too tight as you read and reread the last message he sent you. Counting the Xs and Os and wondering if he’d ever offer a kiss that would feel real.
A dinner he wouldn’t eat spread out on the table as you picked at the food on your plate, watching the minutes pass as you anxiously smoothed invisible wrinkles out of your skirt.
He was just wrapping up his latest project. Another late night where he worked long hours for a future you felt more like an afterthought in.
Although lately, you started to wonder whether or not all his hours were devoted to his work – or if he was out eating something (or someone) else.
His free time always seemed to be saved for her after all.
To your surprise, you heard the faint sound of a key clicking in the lock, the front door swinging open with a creak as hope you weren’t used to inflated your heart.
Had he actually-
“This is just depressing.”
Pop!
Your heart shriveled up the second your head snapped up and saw one of your husband’s friends instead of him. Standing there in a crisp button-up, suit jacket thrown over his shoulder as he stared at you like you were the one being weird in your own home.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, lips pressed together in a thin line.
“I left a jacket here last month,” he shrugged. “He said I could come grab it.”
“Get it and go then,” you muttered, unable to force yourself to feign anything remotely close to contentment after he caught you eating alone. Saw you through the facade you were still uselessly keeping up.
What was the point?
He saw your husband more than you. He probably already knew what the current state of your marriage was regardless of the appearances you clung to.
“I’m kinda hungry though,” he said, lingering in the open doorframe in front of the dining table.
You blinked.
What did he want you to do?
Offer him a fucking snack?
To make him a serving too?
“Are you always so sad?” He bluntly asked when you took too long to reply, walking over as you recoiled back into your chair.
“Excuse me?” You huffed, jaw locking as he stopped just shy of your seat. He bent down to look at you better, eyes narrowing in amusement at your annoyance.
“You’re always pouting,” he pointed out, poking your nose before walking out of your reach, sauntering over to your husband’s chair and sliding in. You were about as well-acquainted with him as you were with her. He had some high-paying position at a similar company, and had run in all the same social circles as both of you long before you ever got married. So he’d been on the sidelines long enough to see your dreams for a happily ever after deteriorate.
Got a front row fucking seat to the show.
“I am not,” you argued, having half a mind to tell him to get the fuck out of it while being painfully aware that it wasn’t like your husband would be occupying it anyway.
“Yes, you are,” he retorted, and you just clamped your lips shut.
There was no point in bickering. Exchanging petty back-and-forths with someone who probably already had their mind made up about you.
Stabbing at your food with your fork and popping it in your mouth as you watched him do the same.
You thought he was just mocking you. Making fun of your miserable situation.
Until his lips curled up in a smile at the taste, his shoulders relaxing back as he leaned forward on the table.
“You made this?”
“Uh-huh,” you dryly replied, a strange pang of hurt throbbing inside your chest at the sight of the wrong person eating what you prepared.
“Does he ever eat it?” He pressed, taking another greedy bite like he couldn’t get enough.
“I pack the leftovers in the fridge,” you shrugged. “It’s usually gone in the morning.”
You didn’t have the heart to check the trash can. Not until after you closed your eyes and tossed other stuff on top.
“It’s delicious,” he freely complimented.
“Oh, um, thanks,” you flinched, almost choking on the food going down your throat before awkwardly clearing it.
“Mind making some more for me sometime?”
You were sure that was a joke.
Just weren’t sure if you were the punchline when he was back at your door two days later talking about how starving he was. Striding inside to sit at your table as if he was always meant to sit at the head of it.
He was your husband’s second closest friend.
Someone he trusted enough to give a spare key to.
You supposed that was why you never stopped him when he made a habit of hanging around. Nodded along to the excuses he came up with at first about needing random books and documents, or that your husband had sworn he’d be there soon.
Just put a plate down in front of him and let him sit next to you.
He wasn’t polite or perfect. Didn’t smile all soft and sweet at you when he spoke. But you grew to like his laugh. Appreciated how loud he was when you were so exhausted of the silence.
Being around him was better than being lonely.
It wasn’t like your husband was home enough to have a problem with it.
Still, you weren’t sure when the meals you made stopped being tailored to the man who wasn’t there and started being for the man that was.
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"this is highly unethical," the clone scoffed, brow furrowed and frown tight at his own reflection in the mirror. flexing his fingers and touching his clean blond hair. you had to cut it yourself, copying the nearly cropped style of the original.
"yeah, yeah," you murmured, once again trying to shove the plain lab coat towards him to cover him up since ijichi was running late with new clothes.
he didn't take it, his intense amber stare shifting up to your flustered face.
"you, or, uh, the other you, signed off on it," you clarified, hoping he wouldn't demand more answers than you were authorized to give.
that overworked and overwhelmed nanami had begrudgingly agreed to be apart of this program to help take care of curses so the students wouldn't be such great risk of getting killed on missions.
that he was just a lab specimen to see how viable this project would really be.
new nanami tch-ed, and it was almost funny to watch him go to push the goggles up his nose before he remembered they weren't there. instincts hard-wired in, most of his memories planted - with the exception of the past few months.
he was the perfect test subject.
gojo was too risky, geto too unstable.
not nanami though.
a man of morals, lived by rigid rules and restrictions, something the higher-ups hoped would be instilled in this copy of him.
"I wanted to fuck you," he bluntly spoke, squinting as he dragged his eyes over you once again, taking in the way your shirt clung to your chest under your lab coat, the outline of your hips and the length of your legs.
"w-what?" you stammered out, almost dropping the clipboard still clutched in your hand. nanami had never given you so much as a second glance. nothing more than a curt nod or a polite wave outside of work conversation.
"always wearing those tight little skirts, bending over every time I, he, was around," he corrected himself, stoic even now, but there was a grit to his voice the old nanami never had before.
he pushed off the cold exam table, standing tall in front of the mirror as he re-examined his own muscular form, the hard ridges and divots of his sculpted chest, clinically assessing himself.
your heart stalled when he turned to you.
had he always been that tall? this broad?
unable to help yourself, your own gaze trailed down his admittedly beautiful body, the soft blond fuzz of his happy trail and beneath it-
oh.
you guessed even this nanami wasn't a liar.
"well?" he grunted, stepping closer, noting the way it made your breath hitch, your nerves burn. "you're responsible for me now."
it wasn't a question. no, it was a demand.
"suppose so," you nervously mumbled, swallowing hard like you were trying to dislodge what felt like your heart in your throat. technically, that was your job, after all.
꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
Heyy Indie, so I just binged read all your fics, it took me like a month ig but WHAT AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE? AND HOW CREATIVE. I love love lovee your oneshots they are so unique your ideas are interesting af my favourites are definitely those where Suguru and Toji turn into bunny and dog respectively , they are so well done. And I love your coupled up series im sooo hooked on it you're amazing! keep writing these wonderful stuff girl and always remember we appreciate your efforts <3
thank you omg!! that's impressive i think i'm getting close to 2 million words posted on here/ao3 hehehe!!! those are two of my personal fave fics too!!! if you like those, i'd like to also recommend some of these with similar set ups!!
cat's out of the bag by @retiredteabag
nanami's wife gets turned into a cat by @pseudowho
synopsis: Sukuna, as Enma Daiō—the king of hell and the judge of the deceased—who judges a cute ghost.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, use of pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart), reader is dead (mention of car accident), Sukuna's lovesick
a/n: inspired by Hozuki's Coolheadedness yayyy
“Next,” Sukuna lazily shouted, boredly watching the old excuse of a motherfucker being taken off for the rest of the judging process. The king of hell snickered to himself as he remembered the guy’s face pale when he sentenced the douchebag to be burned for eternity.
The majority of the dead that came over to his palace to be judged by him were elderly people, so imagine his surprise when the demon staffs brought in a cute girl, with pretty doe eyes and pouty lips, who even made the ugly white robe the dead have to wear look like a tantalisingly pretty night gown.
Sukuna’s pupils dilated black, his head swimming with dizziness as he stared at you, practically drooling as you cowered beneath his intense, crimson eyes. The sweat on his temple slowly glided down his sharp jaw, the weirdly humid yet also dry, hot environment of hell definitely the only reason why his body was feeling too hot in the skin.
“Um… hello?” your soft, delicate and pretty voice rang out across the hall timidly, not knowing whether the silence and his staring was a good thing.
Fuck, you sound so sweet, and looked so fucking adorable.
Blinking slowly, he straightened up slightly and gave you a lazy, cocky, and self-assured smirk. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”
The smirk widened at the sight of your pretty blush, your flighty eyes lowered to the stone floor as you murmured gently, “I had a car accident…”
Sukuna hummed, brows furrowed in sympathy.
“Bad luck, huh?” he said, his voice a deep rumbling in his chest, fond and affectionate as he watched you squirm.
“Yeah… that sounds about right,” you agreed with a soft cute sigh, eyes heartwrenchingly dejected.
“My lord, shall we move on to her judge?” Uraume cleared their throat and looked down at the scroll of all of your records.
This time, Sukuna fully straightened up with a nod, receiving the scroll with one of his four, meaty hands, noticing your eyes on them with a silent smirk.
Uraume started to list off very minor crimes you have done in your life, which all made Sukuna chuckle amusedly as he caught onto your embarrassed blush on your face. In the end, he judged you to go to heaven, chest warming as he saw your face relax and you sighed softly.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, bowing to him. So polite.
“Mm, of course,” Sukuna grinned. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
You were taken away by some of the guards, and his smirk widened, pupils dilating as he saw you glance back at him, smiling shyly. Once you were gone and the next dead person was just about to enter, Sukuna straightened up.
“Uraume,” he said, voice booming as a grin curled on his lips. “Can you—”
“I fail to understand how that’s appropriate, my lord,” they replied with a sigh, rubbing their temple in their usual stress.
Sukuna raised a brow at them before scoffing. “Don’t argue with me. Get that girl out of the judging process.”
“Oh lord.”
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You’re sprawled across the enormous, mahogany table, your white robe stripped away to reveal your skin, glistening with the humidity.
Sukuna softly cursed at how soft and small you looked underneath him, so delectable as he dove to the crook of your neck to lap at the small bead of sweat collected at your collarbone. His deep hum vibrated against your body, and a smile spread across his lips against your skin once he felt you shiver.
“Come on, doll. Let me make you feel good.”
Your doe eyes stared up at him as you nodded coyly from under your lashes, breathlessly replying, begging, “Yes please.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. Laying his large palm flat underneath your thigh, he lifted your leg to press them by your sides. Without any hesitation, he dove in between your legs, down to your pussy, his adam’s apple bopping as he slurped, swallowed and gulped down on your sweet juices.
“Hahh, ngh—”
“Fuck, ‘m so thirty. You taste so good doll,” he groaned, pushing his nose against your clit, lapping at your juices desperately with insistent licks like a mutt. He let out a pathetic moan as your hands flew to his head, gripping at the pink strands of his hair to move it up and down, up and down to ride him better. “Hahh—”
His hot breath panted against your glistening folds, giving attention to your clit by slurping it, suckling at the adorable nub and flicking his tongue against it. Your moans got louder, sweeter, making his head incredibly dizzy and he couldn’t resist from pushing his thick knuckled finger into your puckering hole.
“Aghh, Sukuna—!” you gasped, eyes bulging out as you tried to squirm your thighs away, trying to wrap them around his head, only to feel his calloused hands insistently pushing harder against your chest, folding you easily.
“Yes, doll?” he snickered, pulling himself away from your pussy monetarily to look down at you, his chin slobbered with your slick—even the roots of his hair were damp, sticking to his forehead and temple. He mercilessly pumped his single finger inside your pussy, stretching your tight hole that tried to clamp down on him adorably.
“Please…” you begged, babbling his name darlingly as your thighs started to quake from how he started to flick and massage his finger tip against your wall.
“Please what?” he taunted. He pressed himself against you, his thickkkkk belly tongue lolling out to lap at your clit and your pussy around his finger to slobber with his spit. “Love your manners, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want properly.”
“I—” You let out a surprised scream as he inserted a second finger inside your cute hole, pumping faster-faster-faster to slap his knuckles rudely against your swelling folds.
“Can’t, heh, hear you from all of the sound your pussy’s making,” he grinned. “So wet, sucking me in, so fucking greedy. Can you hear her begging my fingers to stay?”
Splat, splat, splat—
“At this point, I should just throw you to hell since your pussy’s so greedy and wants the king of hell to keep fucking her,” he laughed crudely, pussydrunk just from eating you out and fingering you, the sensation of your walls around his skin enough to have him reeling. “Or maybe to Samghata Hell, since you’re such a filthy slut…”
He added a third finger, swirling his thick digits inside your pussy.
“Gonna cum, cum-cumming!!”
“Mm, go ahead, doll,” he purred, cackling as he slammed his fingers roughly. Stars burst out behind your eyes as the tight coil of your belly finally being released, and you convulsed around his fingers, coming hard. Sukuna fucked you through it, helping you chase your climax, watching you with heart eyes as he saw your face contort in pleasure.
One of his other hands found your clit again to rub them generously, making you whine pathetically from the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he brought them to his pink lips to roughly suck on your juices collected at the crevices of his skin. His eyes rolled back, a deep hum rumbling from inside his chest as he tasted you. Noticing your hazy eyes staring up at him, he smirked and made a show of lapping at his fingertips—filthy.
Pushing his spit covered fingers into your small mouth, his pupils dilated black as he watched you suckle on them, hollowing out your cheeks.
“Actually, nevermind,” he murmured, rudely taking his hand away from your mouth to roughly kiss your lips instead. A soft, delighted sigh whisked out of you as you kissed him back, suckling on his tongue, making his lips tugged into a satisfied smirk.
Tugging your lower lip with his teeth, Sukuna’s four, heavily lidded eyes watched your glassy look on your face, feeling your breathless pants against his lips as his thick belly tongue started to pump in and out, in and out inside your pussy. “T-Too much, ‘kuna, hahh…”
“Yeah? Well, I changed my mind,” he murmured fondly. “Should just hire you to sit prettily on the Mountain of Needles. Have those dead losers try to have their hands on you, have them hurt themselves as they desperately try to climb up those needles… Then”—At the same, Sukuna pushed his fingers back inside your hole, this time adding another fourth finger to fist out your tight little pussy, the schlick-schlick sound of your wet pussy echoing across the hall—“I’ll fuck you on top of the mountain, have those motherfuckers watch you take my cock like a good girl, stretching your pussy out for my fat cock like the slut you are. You like that?”
“Yes yes yes!” you whined, tossing your head back, clenching your walls around his fingers tantalisingly.
Fuuuck.
“So cute, doll. So sweet for me,” he purred, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His nose nuzzled against your neck, and the scent of your sweat and aroma hit his nostrils like a damn truck. His cock twitched and convulsed, feeling too tight in his pants.
“Fuck me baby,” he groaned, toppling his weight on top of you. His lips peppered the shell of your ear with soft kisses. “You ready for me to fuck you properly?”
“Mmm, fuck—! Yes please, please…” Your blabbers went on, slurred at the end of your vowels. “Want you so bad, please!!!”
“So fucking well-mannered. Such a cute little pup,” he cooed, licking your cheek with a slowwww glide of his tongue against your adorable fat. Sukuna giggles when he hears you laugh softly at the dog lick.
Slowly, he allowed himself to lift his weight off of you, heading down to kiss your neck, collarbone, then your tits, suckling your nipple while his other hand grips your other tit. Finally, he took his lips off of your skin and stood up to his full height.
You watched him through your hooded eyes in anticipation, the tip of your mouth collecting drool as he hooked his thumbs on his waistband, all the while two of his lower arms held your thighs open. As Sukuna tugged his pants down, your eyes widened as a pair of fat cocks sprung out and you reflexively tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to be met with his strong hands forcing your legs to open up more.
He smirked down at you cockily as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “What’s the matter, doll? Thought you’ll let me take care of you.”
“B-But… you have two?” you pouted, tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sukuna gave you a lazy shrug. “It won’t fit…”
“Shhh, it will,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss just below your eye to wipe the tear away before grinning down at you. “Don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about it.”
Sukuna bit his lower lip as he tapped-tapped-tapped his cock against your clit, swivering the tip against your nub, mesmerised by how his precum and your juices mixed together, seeing how your pussy drooled and trailed down to the sleek surface of the table. Two of his hands stroked his thick shaft, and he snickered as he saw you eye the veins on his arms.
Swiping his thumb on his slit, Sukuna shoved the finger into your drooling mouth, chuckling as you smiled around him to suck his pre.
“Heh, gotta have you suck my dick off under this desk,” he groaned. “Make the judging hours good for me…”
You hummed around his thumb, nodding eagerly.
“Next time,” he chuckled. Holding his lower dick, he teasingly glided it up and down your pussy lips, from down to your hole to up to your cute clit. Sukuna gripped your thighs tightly, bracing himself before he slowly sunk into your tight hole. “…Fuck.”
His tip smooched your opening before squeezing into your pussy, your gooey walls clamping and squeezing him tightly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth to part, panting.
“Ah— shit…” He pushed into your hole a little more, making you mewl and hands flying onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tough skin. A laugh rumbled out of him, crazed and hazy, as he started to rock his hips slowly. Every thrust pushed deeper into you, his thick veins massaging every nerve lovingly and his tip teasingly approaching closer to your cervix. His other two hands found your hip, his thumbs caressing your skin and fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you in, bottoming out.
A scream tore from you, the voice echoing and bouncing across the large hall, followed by the squelch-squelch of his balls slapping at the wetness of your skin.
“Ah, fuck-fuck-fugck—” Sukuna roughly slammed his hips against yours, growling with a boisterous laugh, watching your eyes roll back to your skull. “Feel good, yeah? You, agh, feel so good, doll. So, so good—”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you desperately pulled him closer, lips flushedly brushing against his chapped ones, panting against him, “Feels good, feels good, Sukuna. Don’t stop—!”
Bringing a hand down to your pussy, he stacked his other dick on top of your folds, pressing his girth on your clit. Your lips parted into a soft ‘oh’ as you felt his thick cock rub against your clit every time he thrusted his hips against your. Your nails raked down his back as you held onto him tightly, whining and moaning as you felt his weight crush on top of you from the mean mating press.
Sukuna tossed his head back, slapping his heavy balls against your ass as he roughly thrusted. Hooking your knees on his arms, he hugged you tightly, folding you impossibly tighter than it was possible before nuzzling his nose against your neck.
“Never fucked a pretty little dead ghost before, but… shitt, feels so good,” he rambled on, so so pussydrunk. “You’ll be my pretty girl, won’t you? Warm my bed for the night, we can bathe together in the night before we go to sleep. We’ll fuck every morning, lunch and night— heh, wonder if I can even knock you up…”
Sukuna felt your walls clench around his cock at that, making his cheeks flush bright pink, head dizzy and so fucking hazy. “You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You had the audacity to look shy at that after everything, cheeks prettily mirroring his blossoming hue, eyes darted away as you nodded bashfully. Sukuna felt his heart throb and race and without a thought, he pulled you against his chest and hauled you up. Kissing your cute yelp away with full on tongue and teeths, he had two of his hands cradle your face reverently then the other two to spread your legs more, holding you as he stood to his full height.
Now you truly couldn’t escape from the pleasure, because his fat tip was punishingly smacking your cervix, then that special spot that made your eyes roll and only see white, desperately gasping for air.
Sukuna found it too adorable how you held onto him tightly, whining against his ear like an adorable little pup as he had you bounce on his chubby cock while his second one continued to rub against your clit roughly. You keened cried out when his belly tongue lolled out to lovingly lap at your clit around his cock as well.
“Hahh, I’m close, ‘kuna.”
“Then cum, sweetheart,” he moaned, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock.”
With a cry, you came undone, your body and pussy spasming around his cock. He settled you back on the cool mahogany table, weight crushing on top of you as he panted and kept pistoning into your pussy, chasing his high.
“Shit, shit, shit!"
With a loud grunt, he gave a final thrust, heaving in effort as he came inside, painting your walls in white.
"That was good,” he breathed heavily, peppering your jaw with kisses. He watched you with amusement lighting up in his eyes, seeing your eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, blissed out. “You good?”
You blinked then nodded absentmindedly.
Chuckling, he scooped you up to hold you against him as he sat back onto his large chair, running his large palm across your back.
He silently promised to himself that he would never have you escape him into heaven. No, you’re going to stay with him, true to his words for the rest of eternity. A cute little dead ghost warming his bed.
I normally never send messages but I just wanted to say I love your writing. I’ve deep dived into your page and I’m addicted to it all <3 keep doing what you do boo!!
thank you so much!!!!!! you are always welcome here i love getting messages from you guys :3 mwah!
Hi Indie,i love your stories. i actually had a favorite one. i hope you dont mind me asking... but what happened to the story: "The unnamed extra has become a suspect in the male lead's murder investigation." i haven't been in Tumblr for a long time. im having trouble finding it
hey queen, do u know when you’ll update a new chapter for “cryptid columns” 💔💔😩😩
not sure yet!!! it will definitely be the next series i finish though!!! IDEALLY i'll get everything out for my event this month along with a handful of other updates/oneshots i've been working on and then next month i'd have the time to wrap it up, but things always come up when i don't expect it LMFAO
HAII INDIEE, how ya doin, i’ve been wondering if you decided to drop unnamed extra cuz i haven’t been able to see any of the past posts, i’ve only noticed this recently cuz i had to do all dis bs to view your content😖. Anyways yah hopefully your appeal is approved!
sorry for dealing with the stupid age verification stuff and thank you for doing it anyway to see my stuff ily <333 we'll see how it goes lol i think they did update their guidelines which might mean that a LOT more accounts could start getting marked and unable to remove the label. which sucks bc you already know so many people will leave if that happens to them. anyway unnamed extra is up on ao3
Hi queen! Literally had to make a tumblr after binging your stuff on ao3. Just had to let you know that I’m so down bad for your Sukuna. Reader always has him stressed tf out and I can’t get enough! Nopa and unnamed extra are top tier!
this is so cute and sweet ily!!!!!! sending u sm loves and kisses!!! i don't check ao3 much except for when im updating stuff on there but this means a lot to me. reader does always stay stressing that man the hell out LMFAOOOO
Bigfoot!Nanami who's dignified, okay? Him? Living in a cave? Nude? Never.
Bigfoot!Nanami who built his own cabin after stumbling upon a few others, creating his own tools and chopping down trees, failing and learning a few times before he manages to craft something sturdy, something of his own
Bigfoot!Nanami who dislikes humans, but has met a couple trustworthy ones over the years, picking up on language and trading skills and supplies, books he taught himself to read and seeds to grow his own crops
Bigfoot!Nanami whose most prized possession is an old antenna TV front and center in his cozy living room, a deerskin rug in the floor and a practically ancient couch barely big enough for him to fit on
Bigfoot!Nanami who has probably watched every episode of little house on the prairie, frowning as his thick fingers struggle to repair a hole in one of his shirts, the connection getting lost as heavy rain starts to pitter patter overhead
Bigfoot!Nanami who is utterly ill-equipped to handle you, a lost hiker knocking on his front door, soaked down to the bone and shivering in next to nothing
Bigfoot!Nanami who almost doesn't open up, not sure what to make of the tiny shorts clinging to your thighs and the thin t-shirt drenched to your skin, frowning at whatever you must have been doing in practically underwear out here before he slowly cracks open the door
Bigfoot!Nanami who has received a lot of reactions, usually some flavor of fear once they see his height, the fur, the wide chest and intimidating frame barely hidden under his clothes, but you just blink, tilting your head to the side and parting your lips to purr out a soft thanks
Bigfoot!Nanami who grumbled something back, brows knitted together in confusion about just letting you stay through the storm, warning you he didn't have a phone or way for you to call for help
Bigfoot!Nanami who is really dumbfounded when you shrug, unbothered as you glance around his sparsely-decorated cabin, taking in every little detail and dripping a puddle onto his floor
Bigfoot!Nanami who waits for a question that doesn't come
Bigfoot!Nanami who wants to direct you to the bathroom, but can't get the words out when you just start stripping there, peeling off your wet clothes and dragging your eyes back over his broad body
Bigfoot!Nanami who gives you the benefit of the doubt, trying his hardest to exemplify the perfect gentlemen no matter how difficult you're making it
Bigfoot!Nanami who ignores the way your eyes draw him in, pretends not to notice your hands grazing against his or how often you accidently drop something after you get changed into one of his dry shirts just to bend over, acts uninterested when he feels your feet dragging up the inside of his leg under the dinner table when he offers to make you dinner
Bigfoot!Nanami who just maybe enjoys feeling normal for once
Bigfoot!Nanami who hates how much he likes your casual touches, the way you glance over at him like he'd just another man and you're just another woman, sitting on his couch with your thigh snugly pressed against his, really, he can't even stand your comforting laughter at his dry jokes when he knows he won't get to hear it again after tomorrow
Bigfoot!Nanami whose face flushes when you lean up to murmur good night in his ear, pressing a polite peck to the corner of his jaw and thanking him yet again for letting you stay, stuck wondering if your scent will linger in his bed in the morning
Bigfoot!Nanami who is used to people being scared of him, but you?
gojo's a patient guy, at least he is when it comes to you. which he absolutely uses to his benefit, taking his time in pleasing you to the point that you're frustrated. he likes that though, likes when you're grumbling with tears in your eyes. his beautiful, headstrong, girl all sexually frustrated and about to beg for more.
“satoru, stop being—”
he's smiling back at you, smiling like he doesn't have two fingers inside your cunt, “—being what?”
“being annoying!” you huff back, hips trying to angle upwards to get the satisfaction he's very purposefully denying you.
of course—because he is being annoying—he holds you down with his free hand. “you get so bossy when you're horny,” he comments, digits scissoring open your dripping hole, “though, you're bossy when you're not too.”
“'toruu,” whinging at him, eyes begging with his wordlessly.
“that’s not fair, sweetheart,” he complains. knowing you’re doing your absolute best to get out of asking nicely for his dick. “if you want something, you gotta ask for it properly.”
“i did!” light pout on your features, it falls apart as you moan. “i asked– hnn– i asked you to stop– hah– being annoying.”
you more told, rather than asked but he should know that you’re a little distracted. his long fingers crooking against your inner walls and stroking against all the places that have your legs shaking. it’s wet and dirty, his palm grinding and slapping against your clit. the sounds he’s pulling not just from you but your cunt as well, obscene.
gojo hums indulgently at you, playing the role of the ever patient and doting boyfriend, “ask for what you want or you won’t get it.”
digging your teeth into your lower lip as you consider your options but as the pads of his fingers caress your g-spot, you know you’re done for. hands grasping at his biceps, eyes a little wider with your overwhelming need, “‘toru! please– ohh god– inside– hng– i want—”
“—you want?”
eyelashes sticking together with your fight against unshed tears, gaze set on how your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers over and over, “your dick!– please– just fuck me open already.”
“good job,” he grins. digits slipping from you, drenched in your slick, “you always struggle to ask for what you want but if you ask, i’ll always give it to you.”
using the hand of the fingers that were just inside you, he lubes his cock with your wetness. hissing through his teeth as he grips his shaft and strokes a few times. you can see the way his abs twitch and his balls pull, he’d neglected himself to prep and tease you.
you always forget that he gets off on giving you pleasure, so involved in how cruel and teasing he’s being to remember that he really loves touching you. there’s gotta be something wrong with him because he looks painfully hard in his hand. he could’ve been inside you ages ago if he weren’t so intent on this song and dance.
“pay attention,” he taps the head of his dick against your clit a few times.
his touch jolts you back to yourself, you’d spaced out while staring at his cock. he slides his tip from your clit down to your hole, almost pressing inside before trailing back up. “why are you such a— hng!”
cut off by your own moan, all the air leaving your lungs. you’d been surprised by how he’s suddenly plunged inside, only about half-way in but more than enough to have your eyes rolling and back arching. he’d worked you up so much already you might cum far quicker than you want too.
“i’m sorry, pretty…” he huffs, making the monumental effort of dragging his eyes from where his cock is splitting you open, “what were you saying?”
you can’t talk, not yet, still reeling from the shock of how good it feels to finally have him in you. walls convulsing wildly around him as you struggle to fight off immediately cumming. though gojo seems to be enjoying your struggle immensely.
he knows, he always knows, he’s just that attuned to your body. so, of course he slams his hips forward and shoves the rest of his dick inside you all at once. your fingers dig into his skin as you mewl, he got what he wanted by doing that. your creamy walls tight and trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.
you’re cumming hard around him and truly all he’s done is fed you his cock. he finds you adorable, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches you squirm and twitch. gooey walls loving on him so sweetly, asking so nicely for his cum. he’s aching for it, he could dump a hot load inside your womb right now but it’s not enough, he needs to have more of your sweet cunt before he’s satisfied.
doing your best to respond but it’s not completely coherent, not when he’s started grinding into you. tip of his dick rubbing against your cervix, stimulating you cruelly as you shake and shiver through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“c’mon sweetheart,” he encourages, hands hooking under your knees to fold you, “what were you gonna tell me?”
you feel so incredibly full, head all fuzzy, “why– hnn– you’re such a fucking tease– hhh–”
“you bring it outta me,” he sighs like it’s a compliment. you’re so creamy around his dick that he’s choking a little, “fuuck– now sing for me.”
just like that, his pace is brutal, patience officially snapping. snapping like his hips, skin against skin loud in your shared room. you’re so sensitive too, orgasm barely passing before he’s fucking you into the mattress. the veins on his shaft throbbing against your twitchy walls, it’s good, too good.
your moans are pitchy and broken, feeling like he might actually break you or fuck you stupid. clawing to him desperately even in your folded up position, suddenly aching to be held by him. wanting him up against you completely.
you blink at him and struggle through moans, “hold me?”
“aw, sweetie,” he coos at you, he loves how clingy you get during sex, tugs at his heart strings as well as his balls. “of course,” because he meant it when he said all you ever had to do was ask.
gojo tugs your legs so they wrap around his waist and then he leans down, pressing his chest against yours. your arms loop around his upper back and hold him close, whining a bit at how he seems to slip impossibly deeper.
he’s overwhelmed by his affection for you and kisses you deep, tongue in your mouth licking against your own. shivers go down his spine at it, moan rumbling from his chest at your cunt squeezing him a little tighter. your reaction to his kisses visceral and obvious.
it’s not that much later that he’s on the verge of cumming, strokes deep and calculated as he does his best to keep the pace he’d set. he knows you’re about ready to cum again too, pussy begging for just a little bit more.
already knowing the answer to the question he’s about to ask but asking it anyways, “where you want it, pretty?” mostly he just wants to hear you say it.
your eyes are glossy and your lips are swollen from his hot kisses, “in– hng– inside me,” you whimper.
“sure, sweetie, whatever you want,” he grins like he’s not already excitedly picturing his seed leaking from your stretched hole.
his pelvis smacking against your clit inevitably does you in again, pathetic sounds that you hardly recognise as your own flooding the room. gojo struggles to let you ride it out, honeyed pussy attempting to milk him before he’s done getting you off.
and when you look at him with bleary, tearful eyes, he’s finished. fucking himself as far into you as he can go while he stuffs you with his load. feeling it so clearly how his spend is dripping back down his shaft, cumming too much for you to take it all.
gojo slips out of you tentatively and greedily eyes your drooling hole. his insides clawing with an obscene need, a filthy need to play with your messy cunt even more.
you’re blissed out in the foggy haze of your afterglow, forgetting how much of a pervert your boyfriend truly is until you’re jolted by his mouth on your overstimulated, overstuffed pussy. his tongue lapping at his own cum, cleaning you up while also ruining you further. your hands shoot to his hair as you weakly try to tug at him.
he relents a little unwillingly, moving up your body. his thumb on your chin pulling down, indicating for you to open your mouth. you wordlessly do what he wants, tongue hanging from your mouth and he spits your mixed cum onto it.
“you’re so perfect,” he grunts before taking your lips with his, all messy and deep. the taste of your shared cum filling the kiss. it’s dirty and lewd and it has you holding him tighter and whining into his mouth.
he may be a perverted freak, but you guess you’re no better.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. FREAKJO FOR THE WIN!!!! thank you anon for the request and i hope i did you justice !! thanks for reading 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
I'm halfway through Nopa and honestly I love it. I love both sukuna and Suguru. And the way your giving sukuna character development is so good. But honestly I feel bad for my silly boy gojo he has such a massive crush on reader.
thank you!!! this makes me very happy to hear!! i love all the main characters in it so much and having them grow and change through it all and it means the world that you guys enjoy it too :p
synopsis: Gojo Satoru could have anyone, but somehow he keeps coming back to you. One night at a party, one drink turned into two and he had you in his arms. After that night, you meant more than you should’ve to him. He says he loves you and says you’re his. But his pride and ego won’t let him have you properly. So you’re stuck somewhere in between wanted…but never chosen.
You told yourself you were done with Satoru Gojo. You promised Shoko you'd never speak to him again—so why?
Why were you on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his dorm, feeling completely spent?
You had convinced Shoko to attend the party Sukuna was hosting after Gojo hurt you for the millionth time. You swore you were moving on—at least, until you saw him at the party. One thing led to another and you ended up back here: in his bed, with him hovering over you, looking like he'd won the world.
Was it your fault? Maybe.
"Are you okay, love?"
That stupid nickname. You hated the way your heart fluttered despite everything. "Yeah, just tired.." you whispered, turning onto your side to meet those piercing blue eyes—the ones that haunted your dreams and your nightmares alike.
You loved them. You loved him. He met your gaze and offered that lopsided grin, the very one you'd fallen for in the first place.
"You can stay over," Gojo said, his voice a low drawl. "Geto's not coming back tonight."
"Isn't staying over what couples do?" The words slipped out before you could stop them. He looked at you, his gentle expression shifting into something unreadable. "You know I don't date, (name)."
You bit your lip, pulling away. It was always the same. Noticing the shift in the room, Gojo frowned. "Come on, pretty..don't be like that. You know I'm not into anything serious." He leaned closer, reaching out to touch your face.
You pulled back and sat up, scrambling off the bed. "Yeah, I get it. I can't stay over. Sorry."
Without waiting for a response, you grabbed your clothes and dressed in silence while Gojo lay there, watching you. His expression remained unreadable as you walked out the door.
He refused to acknowledge the sharp, unwanted pang in his chest as he watched you go.
You should have known better. He was Gojo Satoru. Everyone knew he didn't do relationships—so what made you think you were the exception?
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"You promised." Shoko glared at you as you finished explaining the night's events. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, ashamed of your own weakness. "I didn't mean to! I regret it. He's an ass. I promise you, I'm genuinely done with him this time."
Shoko looked at you, clearly unconvinced. "You said that literally two nights ago!"
"Well, it's not my fault! I thought he really loved me. I guess I was wrong. Maybe he thinks I'm ugly and only cares about the sex.." A frown deepened on your face—doubt, cold and heavy, beginning to settle in.
Shoko softened. She grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to meet her eyes. "Okay, listen to me. He's an ass. You are absolutely not ugly. Hell, I bet half the guys in this school want you! You just need to realize it."
A determined look crossed her face. "I'm going to prove it. We're going out tomorrow."
You looked at her, stunned. "Sho..I know you want to help, but how can I ever get over him? It's Gojo. There's literally no guy hotter."
You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation, but Shoko only grinned. Without a word, she grabbed her phone. "Are you calling someone?"
Shoko didn't answer. Her eyes lit up. "Choso! Hey, remember that party you're hosting tomorrow? I'll be there. And I'm bringing a friend, bring one too yeah?" She smiled as she hung up.
"What the hell are you doing?" you asked, confused. Shoko hated parties—you were usually had to drag her to them. "I'm showing you how to move on," she shrugged.
A small smile finally broke through your gloom. You were so lucky to have a friend who cared this much. "Thanks, Sho." You leaned in to hug her.
"Of course," she murmured, hugging you back.
"Tomorrow we'll get outfits, yeah?" she added.
Your eyes lit up. "Shopping? Hell yeah!"
"Shopping freak," Shoko rolled her eyes, though her smile widened. She was about to say more, but your phone buzzed, followed immediately by another. You reached over to check the notification, and Shoko peered over your shoulder.
Toru ♡ 11:54pm: "Hey, are u still awake?"
Toru ♡ 11:55pm: "Sorry for earlier. You know I didn't mean it, right, love?"
Your heart stuttered. Shoko groaned as she read the messages. "Nope. No way. He does not have the audacity!" She snatched the phone from your hand.
"Hey, wait, Sho! Let me respond first." Shoko narrowed her eyes. "No! He has you on a leash, literally. You're going to sleep now. Tomorrow? Class, then shopping. No Gojo."
She shut your phone off and set it aside. Your lips parted to protest, but she silenced you with a single, sharp glare. "Ugh, fine. Night, Sho." You moved to your side of the room, climbing into bed. "Night (name)."
As Shoko turned out the lights, you lay there in the dark, your mind racing. Is there anything you can do to make him want to date you? Does he really only care about the sex? Why are you never enough?
You bit your lip, squeezed your eyes shut and tried to force your thoughts into silence until sleep finally took you.
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"Satoru, what's gotten into you? You never go to Psychology class. Like, ever." Geto walked behind Gojo, who stopped just outside the lecture hall.
"It's time for a change, Suguru," he shrugged, stepping inside. Geto shot him a look before sighing and following his friend. Gojo's eyes immediately scanned the room, ignoring the professor entirely. They landed on your figure near the back, completely engrossed in your notebook. He grinned.
"Satoru and Suguru! This is the last time I will tolerate you two being late and interrupting my class!"
"Yeah, yeah, we're so sorry, Miss," Geto said with a wink. The professor's face flushed a deep red as she turned away, trying to hide her reaction.
Gojo made his way toward you, watching the moment your eyes met his. For a split second, he swore he saw a flicker of emotion in your expression before it turned cold and unreadable.
He slid into the empty seat beside you. "Hey, love. I texted you last night."
"I know."
He frowned at your attitude. "Uh, well..what are you doing later?"
"Why do you care?"
"I wanted to take you out. There's this party—" You looked up from your book and his heart skipped a beat. "Gojo, just don't. I'm going to another with someone else already."
Gojo's eyes darkened. Someone else? "Who?" he snapped before he could stop himself. "None of your business. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to pay attention."
You turned back to your book. Gojo kept his gaze fixed on your profile, shocked by the sharpness of your tone. A gloomy, bitter sensation coiled in the pit of his stomach. Did you really have a date? Was it someone who wasn't him? He gritted his teeth, refusing to call the feeling jealousy.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class.
"(name)..why are you being so bitchy?" he asked.
"What—you know what? Fuck you Satoru."
You packed your stuff and stormed off. He watched as you walked away without looking back. "Shit, she looks mad as hell," Geto noted, stepping up beside him.
"Shut up," Gojo muttered.
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"Sho, I felt so bad," you whined, sitting with her on the bleachers. You had just recounted the psychology class confrontation.
"Why would you feel bad?" Shoko asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"I was so rude to him! I was this close to cracking and apologizing." You showed her the tiny gap between your thumb and index finger.
Shoko rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! You don't think he talks to his friends about you like that? Besides, he didn't even apologize for his behavior last night."
You frowned, pouting. She was right. You shouldn't be pitying him. But you did.
"Uhm..well, I lied," you admitted quietly. "I told him I had a date to the party."
"It's not a lie. You have me," Shoko shrugged. You laughed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back. "Sure. Be my guest."
"Okay, seriously though," Shoko said, her expression turning serious. "I need to find you a real date."
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The party was everything you expected and better. The music was heavy, the crowd was massive, and the bar? The bar was actually well-stocked. To be frank, this was a massive upgrade from Gojo's usual parties.
You sat on the couch, punch in hand, feeling a bit adrift. Shoko had abandoned you fifty minutes ago the second she spotted Geto. You sank deeper into the cushions. It was the definition of a "good time," so why were you so bored? Your mind kept drifting to Gojo, which annoyed you. Unsurprisingly, Gojo hadn't shown up at all—which is expected considering he hated Choso.
"You look lonely."
You looked up, your eyes meeting Toji's. He sat next to you, his massive frame making the couch cushions dip heavily. You've seen him a lot of times around campus but up close, he was even more intimidating—broad shoulders straining against a black compression shirt, a faint, jagged scar at the corner of his mouth and those sharp green eyes of his. In reality, he was hot—like really hot.
"Uh..yeah. A little," you admitted, swirling the punch in your cup. Toji leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind you. He wasn't touching you, but the proximity felt deliberate. "Choso throws the best parties ever and you're over here lonely?"
You let out a laugh. "Fair enough."
"Name's Toji. You are (name) right?"
"Yeah."
"Ah. You're the one always running around with Shoko." You raised an eyebrow. "You've noticed me?"
Toji shrugged, taking a slow sip from his own drink. "I notice a lot of things. Especially when it's someone as beautiful as you who looks like she'd rather be anywhere but here."
You blushed at his compliment, a small smile taking place on your face. "Thank you."
Almost easily, you both fell into conversations quickly. You told him about the cycle you were stuck in with Satoru—for some reason, letting it out felt much better than expected. Toji listened without interrupting, just nodding occasionally, his expression never pitying you.
"Sounds like you've been dealing with a jerk," he says after you finished. "Guys like that are all the same. Think the world spins for them. They take until you've got nothing left to give."
You bit your lip. "Yeah..I guess so."
Toji's voice dropped, turning gravelly and serious. "Stop choosing him. It may not be it's easy, but staying stuck? That's worse."
You laughed softly. "You make it sound so easy."
"Cause it is," he replied with a lazy grin. "You just have to commit to it."
You guys spoke even more as he began talking about his own life. To your surpise, he did underground fighting matches to gain extra cash. Even more—you were surprised to find out you were actually enjoying listening about him.
"You're really easy to talk to," you said after a while, surprised by your own honesty. Toji chuckled at your words. "Don't tell anyone. I've got a nonchalant personality to maintain."
"Oh shut up." you smiled at him as the conversation continued. Eventually, the party started thinning out. Toji turned fully toward you, his green eyes locking onto yours. The teasing smirk softened into something more genuine.
"Look, I'm not gonna bullshit you. I like talking to you. You free this weekend? Let me take you out. A real date."
Your heart skipped a beat. Well he was certainly straight-forward. But for some reason, it felt different. Way different. You smiled, "Yeah..I think I'd like that a lot."
Toji pulled out his phone, his smirk returning. "Give me your number before you forget yeah?"
You both exchanged numbers the same time Shoko came back from wherever. You finally stood up to leave and he walked you and Shoko to the door, his hand resting lightly at your back.
"I'll text you later about the details," he said. "Don't make me wait, princess."
"Okay." You walked away with the biggest grin on your face. Shoko nudged your shoulder, a knowing finding her face. "Okay...that was smooth. And he's hot. Tell me everything!"
You laughed at her teasing, for the first time ever you realized, you had not once thought about Gojo. "Okay so..."
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Unsurprisingly during the weekend, the news spread faster than expected.
Gojo was sprawled on the couch in his dorm, scrolling through his phone with one hand while Geto made coffee. Some guy had sent a message in the group chat earlier, casually mentioning how Choso's party went.
That's when Geto spoke. "Hey uh...your girl kinda hit it off with Toji at the party. Seemed really intense." Geto said casually. "Sho told me they were going on a date too..like..today."
Gojo froze mid-scroll. His usual grin dropped instantly. "Toji?" He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "That walking fool? She's going on a date with him?"
Geto shrugged. "Sounds like it. They exchanged numbers and everything. Choso said Toji seemed actually interested, which is insane since he's usually never.
Gojo sat up, jaw tight. That same ugly feeling clawed at his stomach—heavier this time. He stood up abruptly, grabbing his jacket.
"Dude, where are you going?" Geto asked, already knowing the answer.
"To remind that asshole who she belongs to."
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Toji had just finished working out. He places the towel around his neck while checking his phone. A smile finding his face when he sees a text from you.
Princess 10:34am: hii:) I just got ready! Can't wait to see you.
Toji responds immediately, telling you he's sure you looked beautiful. Toji turns to leave when he sees Gojo walking towards him, Geto trailing behind looking worried.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Gojo snapped, stopping right in front of him.
Toji raised an eyebrow. "Leaving the gym? What does it look like Satoru?"
"You asked her out?" Gojo's voice was sharp, eyes flashing filled with rage. "You really trying to move in on what's mine?"
Toji's expression darkened as he realizes what this is about. Geto flashed Toji an apologetic smile.
Toji tossed the towel aside and crossed his arms, muscles flexing.
"Yours?" he laughed, low and mocking. "Last I checked, you told her you don't do relationships. Not only that—she's a person, not your damn toy."
Gojo stepped closer, chest bumping against Toji's. "Stay the fuck away from her Fushiguro."
"Guys, come on this is really silly—" Geto trails off helplessly.
"Yeah? Or what?" Toji smirked, tilting his head. "You gonna cry about it?"
That was the last straw.
Gojo swung first, punching Toji in the face. A surpised laugh slips from Toji, blood dripping down his nose.
"Oh, you wanna go down that path?" Toji growled.
He grabbed Gojo by the collar and shoved him hard, slamming him back against the brick wall of the gym. Gojo grunted but recovered quickly, driving his knee into Toji's side. They wrestled each other to the ground until Geto and a couple of other guys rushed in, pulling them apart before it got worse.
Toji wiped the blood from his lip, breathing heavily. "You're pathetic. She deserves better than some insecure little shit who only wants her when you want your dick wet."
Gojo glared at him, chest heaving. "This isn't over."
"Yeah? Tell that to her while she's on a date with me," Toji shot back with a smirk before walking out.
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You've been waiting for twenty minutes for Toji who seemed to forgot. You sipped on a cold drink and checked your phone to see if he sent any messages. The waitress had already come by twice, asking if you wanted to order anything while you waited—which you politely declined.
A small pit of disappointment was forming in your stomach as you wait. Just as you were about to stand up to leave you spot Toji.
Toji jogged up the sidewalk toward the café, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone. His lip was slightly swollen and there was a fresh cut near his cheekbone. His black shirt looked a little rumpled too. He spotted you immediately and his expression softened.
"Shit..sorry I'm late, princess,” he said as soon as he reached your table. He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, leaning forward You stared at the cut on his face, frowning as you look at him. "Toji..what happened to you?"
He touched his split lip and gave a lazy smirk, like it was nothing. "Nothing important. Gojo didn't like hearing I asked you out."
Your eyes widened. "You fought Gojo?"
"He started it," Toji shrugged. " Don't worry about it, I'm here now yeah?"
"I'm sorry," he said again, more seriously this time. The sincerity in his green eyes made your chest feel warm. You smiled at him.
"It's okay, don't apologize. I'm just glad you came."
Toji's smirk returned, softer this time. "Good. I've been looking forward to this since Thursday."
He waved the waitress over and ordered for both of you. You guys spoke for almost 2 hours. It wasn't your fault really, who wouldn't wanna talk to Toji?
He was straightforward and really funny. He teased you when you got shy, made jokes about campus life and actually listened when you opened up about stuff. You laughed more than you had in..forever with him. He had this thing about him that made you feel safe.
At one point, he leaned back in his chair, watching you with half-lidded eyes. "You've got a really pretty smile, you know that?" he said casually.
"Smile more often it suits you." Your face heated up at his words, feeling like a teenage girl all over again. Toji chuckled at your reaction, loving how easy it was to get you flustered.
After your date he took your hand leading you outside. "C'mon. I wanna show you something before I take you back."
You raised an eyebrow as you followed him outside. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
He led you back towards the older part of town—a place you normally heard criminal stories about. You got closer to him out of instincts as the streets got narrower, the buildings more run-down. "You're not killing me right?"
Toji laughed at your words. "Nah. You're too pretty for that."
Eventually, he stopped in front of an old abandoned warehouse with a faded metal door. He turned to look at you. "This is where I fight sometimes, the underground ground ring I told you about? I want you to show you..if you wanna of course."
Your felt your heart beat a little faster. He took you to his scared place? You nodded with a grin. "Are you kidding? Of course I wanna see!"
Toji's lips twitched into a smile. "Good. Stay close."
He squeezed your hand and led you inside. The air was thick with sweat, smoke and loud music. A large makeshift ring sat in the center under harsh lights. People were shouting, money was exchanging hands and two fighters were already going at it in the ring. Toji kept you close to his side, one arm protectively around your shoulders as he guided you through the crowd. Your eyes widened in amazement as you scanned the area around you.
A few guys nodded at Toji in respect. One older guy with a scarred face grinned when he saw him. "Toji! You fighting tonight or what?"
He found a slightly elevated spot near the back where you could see clearly but safe enough from the chaos. The fight in the ring was chaotic—the crowd even worse. You watched with wide eyes as Toji leaned down, lips close to your ear so you could hear him over the noise. "This is how I let everything out," he said. "You scared yet, princess?"
You looked up at him. The colorful lights from the ring reflected in his eyes. He looked rough and masculine in the most delicious way possible standing there. He stared at you in such a way, you felt butterflies in your stomach.
"Nope." He grinned at your answer. "Good."
After the fight ended, Toji decided not to stay long, especially with you there. He said his goodbyes to some people and led you back outside. Once you were outside, he stopped and turned to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Was it too much?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
You shook your head. "No..I think it's pretty cool actually."
Toji's expression softened at your words. He loved that you were honest and didn't judge him for the person he is. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
"Alright princess. Let's get you back to your dorm."
He walked you all the way back, hand in yours the entire time. When you reached your building, he stood infront of you. "Next Saturday. I have a match, do you wanna come?"
You looked up at him, biting your lip to hide your smile. "Yeah. I'll be free."
As you turn to enter your dorml, he caught your wrist. "Hey, I really enjoyed today."
A warm feeling spreads through your chest as you hear those words. As you looked at him, the biggest smile finds your face. "Me too. Thank you."
"Of course princess."
Toji waited until you were inside before finally leaving. As you enter, still smiling you were greeted with your best friend's gaze.
"Oh my god! You guys went on a date (name)! It's getting serious?" Shoko questions excitement clear in her voice. Your smile only gets wider.
"I'm not sure..I mean he invited me to his fighting match next Saturday."
"Girl? Are you serious? Toji never, and I mean never invited a girl there before—Choso told me all about it."
"Are you joking?"
"Uh..no!?"
You stared at Shoko, completely surpised. Learning this new fact about Toji made your heart flutter. You were the first girl he invited to watch his match? "See, I told you, getting over Gojo would be easy."
Right Gojo. He hadn't ran through your mind the entire time you were with Toji, nor the previous day. The mention of him now was the first time you ever actually thought about him. "Oh right. He got into a fight with Toji, can you believe that?"
Shoko laughed in disbelief, looking surpised. "No way? Tell me everything!"
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A few days later you were lounging on the couch. Shoko had gone to visit family for a few days and Toji had been a bit busy. Just then, your phone buzzed. Picking it up you frowned at the message you saw.
Toru ♡: Hey love. I've been thinking about you. Come over? Just a movie night at my dorm. I miss you. Please?
You stared at the message for a long time. A part of you knew this was a bad idea—especially now that Toji was in your life, but the familiar ache in your chest won. Gojo had always been your weakness—even if you hated it.
You: Okay. Just a movie though.
Toru ♡: That's all I want. Door's open for you <3
When you got to his dorm, Gojo opened the door with that bright, charming smile—the one that always made your heart flutter even when it shouldn't, except this time there was nothing there. Not a spark or flutter. "See? Told you it'd be chill," he says, closing the door behind you.
"Whatever..let's just watch the movie."
"Sure, love."
For the first minutes of the movie, it was actually nice. You enjoyed the movie and Gojo kept his hands to himself. Was he finally changing?
However, just as you begin to think he had gotten better, his hand slid onto your thigh, squeezing lightly. Then it got higher. He leaned in, lips brushing your neck as he murmured, "You look so good love..I miss having you in my bed."
"Satoru.." you shift away, pushing his hand away. "I just wanna watch the movie."
Satoru however got bolder. He pulled you closer, hand slipping under your shirt, fingers tracing your waist as he kissed along your jaw. "The movie's boring anyway. Let me make you feel good. You know I can."
His touch grew more insistent—palm sliding up to your breasts, lips pressing harder against your skin. You felt yourself melting in his touch as guided you to lie back on the bed, hovering over you with that cocky little smirk.
"I missed this body," he whispered, voice husky as his hand moved lower. "Missed how you sound when I—"
You pushed against his chest. "Satoru stop."
He paused, but his eyes were dark with want. "You came over here wearing that..you knew what this was. Don't act like you don't want it too."
You frowned at his words. Usually, his boldness would really get you going but for some reason, all you could think about is how wrong it is. You had Toji, even though you weren't dating..it's Toji.
You sat up, pulling your shirt back down. "I came to watch a movie, not have sex with you. I'm trying to move on, Satoru."
Gojo sat back, running a hand through his hair. His expression twisted from frustration to something meaner. "Move on? With Toji?"
He laughed bitterly. "That's cute. Real cute. You really think he's gonna stick around for you? Some clingy bitch desperate for love and attention?"
Your breath caught. He'd never gone this low before. You and Gojo had your fair share of arguments but it never once got personal. He doesn't stop, instead he kept going, his voice getting meaner.
"You're so fucking attached, (name). Your dad dies and suddenly you need everyone to fill that void? That's why you keep coming back to me. Because I give you just enough to feel wanted, Toji can't give you that?"
Tears burned your eyes and your chest tightened painfully at his words. Years of pain you struggled so hard to bury began resurfacing.
"And be real with me," he continued, "Toji wouldn't want an insecure girl like you, always asking if you're good enough. Maybe that's why you spread your legs so easily—it's the only thing guys actually like about you.”
The words hit like knives. You raised your hand, slapping him across the face. "You're an asshole Satoru. Fuck you."
You stood up fast, grabbing your jacket with shaking hands. You slammed the door behind you, tears streaming down your face as you practically ran back to your dorm. The walk felt endless. Every cruel word replayed in your head on loop. Were you really only good for sex?
As you reached your dorm, you were a mess. You collapsed on your bed in tears. For years you've struggled with your body and father's death and he knew that—hell he comforted you. To have it used as a weapon by the same person who comforted you broke you even futher. You end up falling asleep from crying for so long.
Gojo on the other hand couldn't handle you leaving him properly. He sat on the floor of his room, surrounded by empty cans and a half-empty bottle of vodka. The argument played on repeat in his head—the way you looked at him before you left. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you with Toji. Every time he did, he drank more. Gojo had never gotten this bad before. He loved you. Of course he loved you, you were the best thing in his life but he just couldn't do it.
"Fuck this," he muttered, taking another long swig. The alcohol burned, but it numbed the ugly knot in his chest. A few hours passed and he had drank at least 4 bottles of alcohol. His hurt twisted into rage—hot white rage.
He opened his phone, having only one thought in mind. If he couldn't keep you to himself, he'd ruin you for everyone else. He started with texts in group chats—the ones that included half the campus.
Satoru: You all think (name) so sweet and innocent right? Lol she's a whore and has been riding my dick for months and still begging for more like a desperate bitch.
Satoru: Dead dad and she still needs someone to fuck the sadness out of her every night.
Satoru: Dumb bitch went on to Toji next thinking he'll pity her too.
He went into the hidden folders on his phone, finding photos you had sent him months ago. Half-naked selfies. One in just his shirt, another in lingerie you'd bought just for him and aa few more photos where you were topless or completely naked.
For a moment he paused, he wondered if he would be going too far but the thought in head kept saying: "She sends all of these to Toji. You're not special to her anymore, pathetic."
In his drunken haze, he doesn't hesitate.
He posted everything onto his story. Gojo laughed bitterly as he hit send, then passed out on the floor, phone still in his hand.
By morning, it had spread like wildfire.
The screenshots were everywhere. Group chats, Instagram stories, Twitter—someone had even saved the photos and posted them on a campus confession page with your name attached.
Each comment underneath the posts were brutal and mocking. Your phone was blowing up—waking you in a confused haze.
You checked your phone to see dozens of notifications. Unknown numbers sending the photos. You frowned as you opened one message. There you were, an unknown number sent you a picture of your naked body. The caption underneath it saying: "Are you that easy? If I tell you you're cute will you let me fuck lol."
Your heart dropped. You felt sick as you checked the groups you were in, photos and messages of you filling each groupchat.
Their words were even worse than the photos. You saw Gojo's story, each one another exposed photo of you. You ran to the bathroom, feeling sick, everything you ate from the previous day found it's way back up.
You were a mess, you sat against the bathroom wall after throwing up, crying and shaking at the horror. Years of built up confidence, acceptance and self-worth came crashing down as you sat there. The dark thoughts you hoped to once gotten rid of found its way back once more as you began drowning in hate.
Now you knew for sure, all your chances with love..or with Toji were ruined. He would never want a girl like you, not anymore. You were all alone.
Shoko was still gone for the day. You had no one left by your side as the dark thoughts began taking a hold of you.
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Toji was in the middle of his class when his phone started blowing up. First it was Choso, then a couple other guys he was acquainted with. Toji got annoyed by the notifications and finally checked them. Opening Choso's chat, he expects to see something dumb, but instead what he saw made his blood run cold.
There you were, a half-naked picture of you being plastered everywhere with disgusting captions. Toji's grip on his phone tightened until the screen nearly cracked. He saw red. There was only one person he knew would do this.
"That fucking piece of shit..."
Without a second thought, he got up and left the class. Ignoring the professor who repeatedly called his name. He found himself at the Psychology lecture hall where he knew Gojo had class that morning. The professor was mid-sentence when he slammed the door open.
Toji's eyes immediately found Gojo sitting near the back, looking like complete shit. "Sir you can't just—"
Toji ignores the professor, "Gojo." Toji's voice was low and filled with rage as he marched down the aisle. "Get the fuck up."
Gojo smirked at first, but it faltered when he saw the pure rage on Toji’s face. "The hell do you want?"
Toji grabbed Gojo by the collar and yanked him out of his seat, slamming him against the desk hard enough for the wood to creak. "The hell I want?"
"You leaked her nudes. You posted her fucking body and mocked her dead dad? After everything you already did to her? You pathetic fucking parasite."
Gojo tried to shove him off, but Toji's grip was strong. Gojo laughed, his breath smelling like alcohol. "Whatever. Why do you care? You just want to fuck her too—"
Toji's fist crashed into Gojo'a face with a sickening crack. Gojo's head snapped back. Blinded by rage, Toji punched him over and over, despite the screams of the others.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Toji sneered. "She trusted you, you worthless piece of shit!"
Gojo tried to fight back, landing a couple weak hits, but he was no match for Toji, especially not in his drunken state. Geto and a few others finally rushed in and pulled Toji off, but it was already too late. Gojo was slumped against the desk, his face as bloody mess.
"If I see you near her again Satoru I'll kill you."
Then he stormed out, pushing past the security with only one thought in mind.
You.
He arrived at your dorm within a few minutes, not bothering to knock. He opens the door, calling out your name. He frowns when he got no response.
He heads towards your bedroom when he sees the bathroom door slightly open. He paused, opening it wider and stepping in. Toji froze for half a second when he saw you on the floor with the blade. "What the...?"
In an instant he was on his knees in front of you, taking the blade from your hand and tossing it across the room. He looks down at your wrists, faint marks already there from earlier pressure.
"Fuck—hey, look at me princess," he said, voice cracking as he cupped your face with both hands. "I'm here. I've got you..it's okay. You'll be okay."
He pulled you into a hug, gently whispering words of comfort to you. You began crying the moment he hugged you. Your body shook as he gently strokes your hair. He didn't leave.
He came for you.
"I saw what he did." he whispered against your hair. "I dealt with it. But princess, I need you here...Shoko needs you here, we all do okay?
Toji stayed there with you on the bathroom floor as you cried your heart out, thanking him for not leaving too.
"I'd never do that princess. What kind of man would I be?"
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Shoko came back the exact day she received the messages. She stayed by your side every single day, slept next to you, sat on the toilet while you showered—even took notes for you.
It has officially been two weeks since Gojo leaked everything for you. Even with Shoko and Toji there, the first few days were the hardest for you. You barely ate or slept. Every time you closed your eyes, it felt like you were reliving the day all over again.
Thankfully, you weren't alone—ever. Choso showed up with snacks one day when Toji had to take care of an issue. He sat with you and watched whatever you wanted to. Once it helped to distract your mind from those hateful thoughts.
Geto's first visit surpised you. Afterall, he was Gojo's best friend. He apologized on Gojo's behalf and helped with whatever you needed.
Your biggest supporter however was Toji. Toji was there every single day—well almost. He never pushed you to talk unless you wanted to. He stayed by your side throughout it all, he even managed to get every single picture of you taken off the internet—of course he doesn't tell you how. It didn't matter. The fact he was there for you and did that was enough.
For the first time sinfe then, you were outside sitting in the park with them.
Shoko and Geto sat next to each other, debating which was the better lover. Choso sat across from you, sharing a bag of chips with Yuki who tagged along and Toji sat right behind you, his legs stretched out so you could lean back against his chest.
You felt at ease. You were eating regularly again. The dark thoughts had subsided once more and you did therapy twice a week (thanks to Shoko).
"You know," Shoko began, looking at you, "you're glowing (name). I'm so proud of you."
You smiled at her words. "I couldn't have done it without you guys. Seriously, I'm beyond grateful."
Choso shrugged with a small grin. "We got you, especially now that you're Toji's girl." He winks.
Toji's arms tightened around your waist from behind at Choso's words. Although neither of you had confessed yet, everyone knew there was something there—it was painfully obvious. Ignoring Choso's words he looked down at you.
"You're strong princess, don't ever forget that."
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, feeling safe in his warmth. "Thank you."
You excused yourself for a moment, wanting to take a small walk. You headed towards the lake, watching in awe at the swans you saw. That's when you saw him.
Gojo was seated on a bench near the lake, a spot you both used to meet. He looked horrible. You headed towards him, sitting next to him.
"You got my message, I'm glad. Can we talk?"
You hesitated for a moment. "Okay."
Gojo stared at his hands for a while before speaking. "I fucked up," he started, voice cracking. "I know that's not enough..of course it isn't but I need you to hear this."
"What I did to you, leaking those photos, saying all that shit about your dad, your body...it's unforgivable. I was drunk and hurt and jealous, which isn't an excuse, especially knowing I violated your trust."
He looks up at you, tears in his eyes. You kept silent. He surpised you. When he texted earlier wanting to meet, you expected something really bad. Not tears and sincerity. "I was scared. You were actually moving on with Toji and I was losing the one person I truly love and I didn't know what to do. I never deserved you. You gave me everything and I took advantage of that because I'm a coward. I'm so fucking sorry (name). I really am, for everything."
Silence stretched between you. You stared at him, not knowing what to say to him. He loves you. A month ago, hearing those words would have been the best thing that happened in your life. But now, it's not. It could never be.
"I hated you for a while," you whispered. "When everyone saw everything about me, those hateful comments..I really wanted to die. I almost did too."
Gojo's eyes widened at your words. You wanted to die? Because of him? His heart sank as he listened to you.
"But I'm better now," you continued. "Thanks to Shoko, Choso, Geto and Toji. Toji especially. I really do love him Satoru, he makes me feel seen..cherished..everything you haven't."
You took a deep breath before standing. "I forgive you, Satoru."
His head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise. Tears streamed down his face at your words. He lost you completely.
"Thank you." he whispered, voice breaking as he stood. You smiled at him. "Well, I need to get back, take care Satoru."
"You too (name), he smiled sadly. "You deserve the world, I'm sorry I couldn't give you that. I hope Toji can."
"He does." You tell him honestly. "And it's time for him to know how I feel."
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Shoko decided to stay the night at Geto's. Toji didn't want to leave you alone and decided to stay with you. You two had been watching a movie on your laptop, but Toji couldn't pay attention. He tried—he really did.
But you were curled up against his chest on your bed, his arm wrapped around you. He couldn't pay attention, all he could think about was the fact he loved you. He knew he did since the moment he met you—but now? You needed to know that.
He paused the movie and closed the laptop. He shifted so he could look at you properly. "Hey..come closer," he murmured, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap. His big hands settled on your waist, thumbs gently rubbing circles over your shirt. Your hands rest on his shoulders instinctively as you stare at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he said quietly. "That's the thing, princess."
"These past few weeks..seeing you hurt, almost losing you, it fucked me up a lot," he admitted, voice
filled with sincerity. "I've never cared about someone this much before. I thought I was just looking out for you at first, but it's more than that."
His hands tightened slightly on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I love you, (name). I love how strong you are even when don't know it, I love how beautiful and honest you are, I love how you're just you. I'm not good with this romantic shit, but I want you."
Your eyes filled with tears at his words. Your heart felt so full you worried for a moment it could possibly explode. This was the best thing you've ever dreamt of.
"I love you too," you whispered, voice trembling. "I love you so much. You stayed when I was at my lowest. You saw all my mess—yet you still stayed, made me feel safe again.."
Toji gently wiped away your tears, being so gentle with you. "I'd never leave you princess. You're too good to me."
He pulled you into a kiss. It started slow and tender but the longer it went, the more hungrier Toji got. His hands slid under your shirt, caressing your skin like he was memorizing every inch. You tugged at his shirt and he helped you pull it off, revealing his toned, scarred torso. You ran your hands over his chest as he kissed down your neck, gasping in pleasure.
"Do you want this, princess?" he asks against your skin, making sure you're comfortable before he goes any futher.
"Yes," you whimpered. "I want you."
Toji was patient with you. He kissed every part of you—worshipped every inch with his mouth and hands. Both of you were soon stripped naked by each other, completely lost in passion.
"You're so beautiful," he growled softly between kisses. "Every fucking part of you."
He finally pushed into you, it was slow and gentle, making sure you could adjust to him before moving further. You moaned, gripping his shoulders as he filled you completely. Toji buried his face in your neck, groaning your name, pleasure filling him at your tightness.
"M-move..please, I need you." You begged desperately, your cunt gushing around him. The rhythm Toji chose was gentle, but he quickly grew impatient, his thrusts becoming meaner. His hips rolled against yours, hitting every spot that made you moan. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck—I love you," he whispered again, voice strained as he thrusts into you, his tip hitting your cervix each time. "I love you so much."
"I—hah—love you too!" You cried out as pleasure built, tears of overwhelming emotion mixing with the sensation. Toji held you through it all—praising you for taking him so well. His fingers found your clit, rubbing in circles to drive you crazy. You came first, clenching around him with a broken cry, your back arches as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He doesn't last long however, following right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he cums inside you.
Toji stayed on top of you, holding you as you both caught your breath. His fingers stroked through your hair gently as he slowly pulls out, admiring the mess you both made.
