lovesghoste

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[lovesghoste]

MASTERLIST 🩶

toji fushiguro

series

mafia!toji x student!fem!reader (ongoing fic)

accidentally hooking up with your dad’s best friend/toji x femreader

one shots

“i’m a virgin…” toji x fem!reader

toji does not like what you’re wearing/toji x fem!reader

your ex had to come by to help with your car/toji x fem!reader

satoru gojo

one shots

you’re his stress reliever/gojo x femreader

kento nanami

drabbles

takes care of you after a night out with your girls/husband!nanami x wife!reader

series

the man next door../older!neighbor!nanami x young!fem!reader

more coming soon.. ;)

[lovesghoste]

chapter 1: the man next door

ft. kento nanami 🩶

summary: kento nanami lives a boring life. he desperately needed anything to get him out of the never ending cycle of normalcy. who knew a graduated college student would be the change he needed.

author notes: hi lovelies, its your girl lovesghosteeeee. i honestly wanted this to be a one shot but fuck it i’m making it a series. i know i have my mafia toji series but i’m lowkey having a bit of writers block with it so i impulsively started this one LOL. i hope you all enjoy!!

content: nanami being a tease, lots of tension, shy reader, playful reader, nanami is your older neighbor, age gap (reader is 22, nanami is 30)

word count: 3.3k

reblogs and likes are so appreciated <3

nanami is an ordinary man. he has a 9 to 5 job that comfortably pays for all the things he needs. he goes out to the bar near his one bedroom apartment every other friday to have a drink or two. no wife, no kids. just him. although he loves his solidarity, he can’t help but need some kind of freedom from his continuous routine.

days went on and on in a blur for him. he was just getting by through his life with no real purpose as to why he was doing so. yeah, he told himself that he needed to go out more and mingle, but god did he hate people. he hated the way people dismissed him when he would try to make friends, how they would always be rude for no goddamn reason, and he especially hated how everyone were full of themselves. he liked being alone, it was stress free. he gets his keys, going to that bar he always goes to. walking past the vacant apartment right across from his door.

one day, days after he went to the bar, he routinely wakes up for work and groans. he puts on a black buttoned up shirt, tightening around his muscles. puts on his dark grey formal pants. he grabs his briefcase and puts on his oxford dress shoes. grabs his keys in the bowl next to his front door. he locks his door, turning the key, he grasps the handle to double check its locked. he sighs as he turns around, bracing himself for another boring normal day and bumps into you as you also turn around from locking your door. well this was surely different from his everyday life.

“o-oh my god i”m so sorry!” you yelp out. “no worries.” he looks past you and at the door you just came out of. he raises an eyebrow, “you just moved in?” he looks back at you. you were wearing a medium length grey pencil skirt, a white buttoned up shirt tucked in and skin tone stockings with black heels. you had your hair up in a slightly messy bun, and a work purse hanging on the crook of your arm. she looks.. young. “yes, a couple days ago.” you say shyly. “ah i’m glad someone has finally moved in next door.” you smile up to the man. “been looking for my own place ever since i graduated from college, finally got one.” you subtly squirm excitedly. you couldn’t help yourself, you loved that you finally had your own place.

he smiles, but not enough to where you can notice, this was a nice change to his normal boring life. “you recently graduated?” you nod. “congratulations…..?” he trails off, asking your name. “y/n” you say. “and yours?” “nanami kento” he replies. you smile up to him and stick out your hand, “nice to meet you nanami” he meets your manicured hands and grasps softly, “nice to meet you as well y/n” you both let go and you look both left and right, a confused look on your face. “need help finding the elevator?” finally catching on to what you were confused about. “y-yes” you chuckle under your breath.

he leads you to the elevator, the elevator dings open and he lets you walk in first. he presses the ground floor to where all the cars are parked. the elevator dings close and you clear your throat, both of you looking ahead. “soo uhm, what do you do for work? you ask trying to make conversation. “i’m a financial advisor.” you nod, impressed. “that sounds like a good job.” “eh, it pays the bills. what about you y/n?” “i’m a psychologist.” you chirp out. he looks at you and you feel his gaze, so you also look at him. “interesting.” he hums. “haha how?” “just wasn’t expecting that from you.” you raise an eyebrow. “w-what did you think i did?” “not sure, but just wasn’t expecting psychologist.” you scoff lightly and the elevator dings open. you walk out the elevator, him following behind. you turn around to him abruptly making his stride impossible to stop before he bumps into your chest. he falls back slightly and plants his feet. “you alright?” he asks. “y-yeah just confused why you think my job as a psychologist is ‘interesting’.” you roll your eyes. he chuckles quietly and takes a step closer to you. “is interesting a bad thing doll?” your breath hitches at the nickname. “w-well, i-i don’t know! you said it like it was a bad thing.” you contort. “no, it’s not a bad thing.” he firmly says. “if anything…. it makes me want to know you better, neighbor.”

he has no idea why this sudden confidence took over him, perhaps it was something about how you got all worked up about his comment about your job. regardless, it definitely made your first impression on him memorable. you swallow that dry lump in your throat, “w-whatever.” you mutter while you bring your fingers to fix your ridden up skirt. “i have to go to my very interesting job now as a ‘psychologist’” you chuckle. “have fun at your job financial advisor.” you playfully talk back and wink up at him, before you walk away to your parked car. he watches you walk away, admiring how you changed his perspective on people. people are still assholes, but you weren’t.

<3

weeks past by after that conversation. he would hear you shuffle around outside his door at times, prompting him to look at his peep hole. sometimes he would see you bring a girl friend over, leaving for work, or taking out the trash. he built up the courage one day to come out as soon as you come out.

as you were walking out your door to throw away the trash, he also comes out. “o-oh hi nanami!” you chirp out. “let me do it for you.” “n-no it’s ok-“ he grabs the trash bag from your hands, slightly brushing his fingers against yours. “a pretty lady like you shouldn’t throw away their own trash bags.” your eyes widen. “so, when you need your trash thrown away, you knock on my door. okay?” you were silently nodding slowly, lost for words. he hums in response and he retreats to the trash room, you slip into your apartment. you put your hands on the front door and try to catch your breath. why the hell did him calling you a pretty girl make you so caught off guard! first he’s your neighbor, second he looks like he’s 10 years older than you, and third he probably has a goddamn wife! you shake your head to clear your thoughts

you then realize, wait.. did he come out of his apartment just to do that? no way right? it had to have been some kind of coincidence… right? you can’t help it but look through your peephole to see if he’d come back. you hear shuffling and turn your eye to the direction it was coming from, it was him. you sighed against the door and looked down, proving that he definitely went out of his apartment to throw away your trash. then a smile creeps up on your face unknowingly, prompting you to slap yourself. what the hell are you smiling for?? he probably has a wife! he was just being the nice neighbor…. right?

you sigh and retreat back to your couch, plopping yourself down - CRACK - your breath hitches. no fucking way you just broke your couch. you lift yourself up slowly and crawl down on the floor to see underneath, a broken wooden plank poking out. great, just fucking great! you barely make enough money as a starting psychologist, you still have student debts, you still have to pay your fucking bills, and now you have to get a new fucking couch?? you pull yourself up, back on the couch, sitting on the floor. you throw your head into the grasp of your hands as you sob. is this how adult life is like? god you hated it.

you’ve also felt lonely lately, adding on to your sobs. you’ve felt like the floater friend. no one claimed you as your best friend, you always ended up being a friend who’s there for everyone, yet no one was there for you. you sob frantically. god you were so stressed by everything. you settle down a bit and take a deep breath. you needed that cry, it cleared your head, suddenly making you think “maybe nanami can fix my couch and that way him and i could be friends? yeah okay” you stand up and wipe your tears, whilst opening your door.. finding yourself knocking on his door.

<3

nanami was enjoying his day off, laying in his bed sat up, typing away on his laptop. he likes to write in his free time, nothing too special. his trance of writing furthers, as he writes about you. he was describing the way he felt when he first met you, how he found himself not hating you instantly like he does for everyone. the way you talk back playfully, but god did he love when he made you lose your words… like not too long ago when he threw away your trash. it made him chuckle under his breath then a knock on his door made him jump slightly. he props himself up and goes to the door, annoyed at whoever is bothering him.

he opens the door as it swings inward. it was you. that annoying feeling? gone as soon as he saw you stand right in front of him, but then his jaw clenches as he observes you better. you were crying? “hi nanami” you muttered, swinging side to side nervously with your hands behind your back. “s-sorry to bother you, u-uhm thank you for throwing away my trash.” he disregards what you said and replies, “are you okay? were you crying?” you choke a broken laugh out, proving more that you were crying. “n-no!” a terrible lie. “y/n” your name leaving his lips made you jump slightly. “tell me, what’s wrong?” you sigh heavily. “i’m just having a rough day..” tears well up in your eyes again, “..a-and i just d-don’t know if i can take being an adult” tears start streaming down your face once again as you choke on your words, “..i-it is so m-much harder t-than i-i thought it was a-and m-my fucking couch is b-broken” you ramble.

god did he feel his heart wrench at the sight of you crying. he gets it. when he was your age, it felt like that too.. he knew how hard it was becoming an adult, especially fresh out of college. he steps forward to you, lightly grasping your forearm and rubbing circles with his thumb to comfort you. he didn’t want to overstep and hug you, even though he wanted to so bad. “it’s okay y/n, it’s okay.” he hums softly. “i can fix your couch, okay?” you look up to him, sniffling. “a-are you sure? i-i don’t want to burden you.” his breath hitches at your facial expression, teary doe eyes looking up at him. he lets go of your forearm and raises it to cup your face, slowly wiping those trailing tears away with his thumb… you melt into his touch leaning in more to his hand and you sigh softly. “i’m sure and you will never be a burden.” he lets go and gently says, “i’ll be right back, i’ll go get some tools and i’ll see if i can fix it. okay?” you nod.

he leaves the door open as he walks away for a brief moment. you can’t help but snag a look at his apartment. there was a dark green couch with black pillows and throw blankets, a black marbled table in front with a vase and some books on top. a tv hung on the wall with a gold frame surrounding it. a tall lamp in the corner, with a black lampshade and a gold pole. this man had taste. he comes back swiftly with a tool box and that’s when you notice what he was wearing. you take in the sight of his dark grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low and a sheer white tank top that impossibly clinged to his muscular frame, making his broad shoulders huge. not to mention that damn tool box added to the manliness of it all. then finally you look up at his eyes and clear your throat. “you ready?” you ask gently. he nods and you turn around to your door just right across from his and open it. you walk in and hold the door for him.

he silently says a little thank you as he walks in. you close the door and lock it. he sets down his tool box on the kitchen counter and turns around to you. he steps closer and asks gently, “can i hug you?” you could feel his eyes burn through your head as you look down, you slowly look up as tears well up once again, you nod yes and he does not hesitate. he wraps his right arm on the crook of your neck and his left arm cradles around your waist. he rest his chin on top of your head as you rest against his chest. his embrace was perfectly bracing you, almost like he was built just for you. you sob quietly against his chest, tears absorbing in his shirt but he didn’t care. you embrace him back, his muscular frame comforting you. “thank you” you softly whisper. he bends his arm to where his hand is on the back of your head and rubs you gently. you finally stop crying and he lets go, his hand still prompted behind your head, a huge smile on his face. “let’s get your couch fixed, okay?” he rubs once more and then turns away for his tool box. he takes off his shoes and leaves it at the front of the door and goes to the living room, he moves your cheap white table out of the way and lifts the couch with one arm, letting the couch rest on its back. you set yourself down on your stool you have against your kitchen counter.

“ahh i see the problem” he says, making your ears perk up. “what is it?” you voice still a bit shaky. “come here, let me show you.” you walk towards him and look where he’s pointing. “this plank here broke off in the middle.. honestly i advise to get a new couch…” you pout making him quickly say, “BUT, i can fix it. this couch is just old. how long have you had this?” your cheeks flush red, how the hell do you tell this man you’ve had this couch for 7 goddamn years. “u-uhm, a couple years” you close your eyes and sigh. “hmmm, i see. well no worries. i can fix it. just some of this strong glue and it’ll be fixed.” a pause as you nod at him. “but don’t be jumping on it, it will break again. okay?” you smack your hand against your forehead, suddenly remembering how you broke it. nanami chuckles, “you jumped on it and that’s how you broke it huh?” “shut up! i plopped down on it, i should be able to plop down on my couch! ” you playfully say. he snorts and gets back to fixing the broken plank.

you shift your gaze to the tool box and notice an array of tools you know none of the names to. “do you fix things a lot?” you ask curiously, as he is carefully putting glue on the right spots of the plank he responds, “it’s more of like a side job for me, outside of my actual job. so yeah, i guess i do fix things a lot when people need me.” “like your wife” you ask innocently. he immediately stops fixing and turns his eyes to you, “wife? what wife?” “o-oh i just assumed-“ he cuts you off with a playful laugh, “i don’t have a wife” as he shows you his hands, no ring being shown. “do you have a boyfriend?” he turns back to the work at hand. you scoff, “no way, guys my age suck.” you saying that prompts another question and he asks, “so how old are you?” “i’m 22, how about you?” he shifts a little on the floor to get a bit more comfortable, “i’m 30.” “so me assuming you have a wife wasn’t a bad thing” you roll your eyes even though he isn’t looking at you. “haha never said that doll.” he stands up and dusts off his hands. “there you go, all finished. let that dry for a couple minutes and it should be good.” he finally looks at you and he is met with a water bottle you have in your hand.

he finally notices what you’re wearing. it’s completely different from what he’s seen when he first met you. you were wearing dark green (his favorite color) low waisted shorts and a matching colored crop top that clinged to your waist and showed just a sliver of stomach. your hair was down and perfectly framed your face. “here, water for you.” he snaps out of the trance he was in and takes the water bottle from your hand. “thank you.” “no, thank YOU. you have no idea how much money you just saved me.” he shakes his head and twists the cap off the water bottle, taking a quick swig of it. “it was nothing, i simply glued it back together.” “still, i owe you. seriously.” “no need” he shakes his hand towards you. “i insist” you walk closer to him, standing right in front of him. “okay fine. i’ll take you up on that.” he says firmly. you smile and ask, “does dinner sound good?” “yeah that sounds perfect” he replies. you get your phone from your back pocket of your shorts and check the time, 6 pm. “dinner right now?” his eyes widen. “what? now?” he retorts. “i-i mean if you don’t have anything else to do.” you stammer. “no no, i was just not expecting now.” he laughs. “let me get ready then, where are we going?” you nod and say, “this thai restaurant i’ve been meaning to try around the street.” “sounds good, y/n. be right back to change.”

you rummage through your closet and settle on a cute lounge dress that sticks to your curvature. its plain black with spaghetti straps. you put on thick gold hoops, some gold bangles, and a delicate gold necklace. you spritz some of your favorite perfume and gently put on light pink lipgloss. 20 minutes later he knocks on your door, you go to open it and you’re met with him wearing a black polo shirt, a dark grey jean jacket over it, black cargo pants, and his hair perfectly styled. god did he look so handsome. you could smell his earthy cologne from just where you were standing. “you look beautiful angel.” you feel a spread of hotness on your cheeks and you lift your hand to tuck a loose strand of hair. “t-thank you.” a pause. “you look handsome.” he smiles warmly and you swear you melt at the sight. you put on your black sandals whilst walking out the door, “ready?” he nods and says, “i’ll drive.” “nuh uh nanami! we’re walking. it’s a beautiful night and i’ve been wanting to walk around this new neighborhood.” he puts his hand on your lower back to sort of guide you without holding your hand… although this was way more intimate than he intended it to be. “okay, lead the way angel.”

chapter 2 coming soon…

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!nerdjo x reader | part 4

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 1 here! . part 2 here! . part 3 here!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

Play this.

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By the time you arrived at Choso’s party, his house was already overflowing.

Bodies crowded every room, conversations blurred into laughter, red cups littered every available surface; and the air smelled like cheap perfume, vodka, and the unmistakable sweetness of someone smoking weed by the open door to the garden.

You'd already lost count after your second shot.

Maybe your third.

Shoko was talking to Choso beside you, animated as always, but the alcohol had turned her voice into little more than background noise.

Then the music shifted. The opening beat sent a ripple of cheers through the room. You barely noticed, until the lyrics started.

“I wanna watch you like a movie…”

Your fingers tightened around your cup. Not now.

“I wanna put you on the stage…”

You took another sip. Maybe the burn of the alcohol would be enough to keep that damn video from resurfacing every time the lyrics seemed determined to drag it back.

“I wanna know what you’d do to me…”

Apparently not. The universe had to be fucking with you.

“I wanna put you on the tape…”

The corner of your mouth twitched. Whoever had made the playlist had an awful sense of timing.

“Flashing red light, baby you’re a star…”

You lifted your cup for another drink, your eyes drifting absentmindedly across the room.

“Fuck me all night, show me who you are…”

Your eyes landed on a familiar face, and suddenly the music died.

“No fucking way” you whispered.

Satoru was leaning awkwardly against the far wall, towering over almost everyone around him, looking as though he’d somehow got lost on his way to the library.

A plain white T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, dark jeans hugging long legs that seemed unfairly endless. His white hair was still messy in that unintentionally perfect way, but something was different—

He wasn’t wearing his glasses. 

You’d never seen him without them before.

Under the pulsing red and blue lights, his eyes looked impossibly bright, scanning the room with the same restless uncertainty he always seemed to carry outside the safety of a classroom.

God.

The alcohol was making this so much worse.

He looked dangerously handsome.

And completely miserable.

Only then did you notice the blonde girl standing beside him, chatting easily with a small group of friends.

Satoru wasn’t saying much. His shoulders were stiff, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his smile polite but painfully strained. He looked like he was about to jump out of his own skin. Every few seconds his eyes drifted somewhere else, as though he were searching for an escape route.

The sight twisted something ugly inside your chest.

He definitely came here for her.

So why did he look like he wanted to be anywhere else?

“Oh… damn,” Shoko murmured, following your gaze “He cleans up nice.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, your eyes found Choso behind the kitchen counter, busy pouring another round of drinks.

“Choso” You called over the music, nodding toward the living room. “Do you know that guy? The really tall one with white hair?”

Choso glanced over, squinting through the crowd. “Oh, him? Not really” He shrugged “The blonde girl invited him—I think? They’re in the same class or something.”

Your chest tightened painfully. Of course. You’d known it before you’d even asked. He’d come because she invited him. That was why he was here, looking unfairly hot in a party setting he clearly didn’t belong in.

Jealousy burned hot and ugly in your stomach.

“Right” you muttered.

You reached for the nearest cup and downed it in one go. It tasted like fruit punch and regret, but it didn't matter. 

Shoko raised an eyebrow “You good?”

“Perfectly” you lied.

An hour later, you were properly drunk. You’d lost Shoko what felt like an eternity ago, and the air downstairs had become too thick—heavy with perfume, sweat, and a bass that hammered relentlessly against your temples.

You needed to get out.

Your feet ached inside heels that had long since become instruments of torture, carrying you away from the madness. You drifted through the crowded house, weaving between strangers with half-empty cups in their hands. Laughter blurred into conversations you couldn't quite make out. 

Your head felt pleasantly light.

Or maybe dangerously so.

As you climbed the stairs, the flashing lights faded behind you. The music that had swallowed the house only moments ago softened into a dull pulse, vibrating through the floorboards and echoing faintly against the walls.

The upstairs hallway was almost empty. A single lamp cast a warm glow over the wooden floor, leaving the far end swallowed in shadow.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Letting your eyes adjust.

And then you saw him.

Satoru was standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall, half-swallowed by the darkness, his phone resting loosely in one hand. The pale glow of the screen washed over his face, tracing the line of his jaw and the curve of his neck.

Somehow, he looked even more beautiful than usual.

For a fleeting second, reality snapped back into focus. The precarious balance on your heels. The dull ache in the arches of your feet. The desperate need to stay upright.

Almost instinctively, your fingers found the hem of your skirt, tugging it down where it had ridden up against the back of your thighs—a clumsy, subconscious attempt to make yourself look at least a little more put together.

He came here for her.

And yet… He was alone. The girl who’d barely left his side downstairs was nowhere to be seen.

Your eyes lingered on the broad shoulders hidden beneath the plain white T-shirt, then drifted to the long fingers loosely curled around his phone before settling on the nervous way he shifted his weight against the wall.

He looked exactly the same as he always did.

Quiet. Awkward. Completely unaware of how beautiful he was.

Your curiosity curled hot in your stomach.

The version of Satoru you knew in daylight and the one you’d watched through a screen felt like two different people.

You were dying to know which one would look back at you if you got close enough.

Before your brain had the chance to catch up, your feet were already moving across the hallway, the sharp click of your heels breaking the silence.

“Hey.” 

Satoru startled so badly he nearly dropped his phone.

“Shit—”

He looked up, quickly locking the screen before slipping the phone into his pocket with practiced ease. The movement was almost too quick, too casual—the kind of I’m just standing here composure that would’ve been convincing if his ears hadn’t already started turning pink.

“Oh…” His eyebrows lifted. “Hi.”

A beat.

“…You’re here.”

You took another step toward him. The hallway suddenly felt much narrower.

“Didn’t expect to see you at a party.”

“Yeah, I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t usually come to these.”

“But you came because she invited you.” you countered, the alcohol sharpening your edges

He blinked, visibly caught off guard by the accusation.

“I—”

You didn’t let him answer. 

Instead, you tilted your head, your gaze drifting over his face.

“You’re not wearing your glasses.”

You were close enough now to catch his scent—clean soap, something fresh and woody, and something underneath it that was unmistakably him.

His hand flew to his face almost on instinct.

“Oh. Yeah. I... I thought the contacts might be better for a party. Less likely to get knocked off or fogged up or… whatever.” He laughed nervously “I feel weird without them.”

You took another step. The height difference was staggering; he had to look down at you, and the way he did it—soft, shy—made your knees feel weak. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over his jaw, tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. 

Satoru went completely still. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating until the icy blue was nearly swallowed by black.

“I like you better with the glasses,” you murmured, your eyes fixed on the place where your fingertips brushed his skin. “They make you look… smart. Cute.”

“You…” His voice cracked, a high, strained sound. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into your touch as if he were trying to memorize the feeling. “You're…” He hesitated, struggling to find his voice. “...really close.”

“Does it bother you?” you challenged, your hand moving to the back of his neck, your thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. “Or is it that you’d rather be with someone else?”

He shivered, a visible tremor running through his broad shoulders. He looked down at your lips, his own parting slightly.

“N-no” he whispered.

You smiled, the expression a little tipsy and a whole lot dangerous. Your other hand came up, resting flat against his chest. The fabric of his shirt was soft, but the muscle beneath it was hard, and you could feel his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your palm. You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, savoring the warmth radiating from him.

“You’re too tall,” you murmured, the words slipping out with a hunger you didn't bother to hide. “Always towering over everyone.”

Satoru swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. “I know. Sorry—I’m always in the way.” He tried for a light laugh, but it came out as a ragged exhale. His hands remained at his sides, fists clenched until the knuckles turned white, as if he were physically anchoring himself to the wall to keep from touching you. “You’re… you’re drunk, aren’t you?”

The question sounded like a desperate attempt to break whatever had settled between you, to remind himself of the boundaries that were rapidly dissolving. 

You didn't answer. Instead, you leaned in closer, your nose brushing against his collarbone as you inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill your lungs.

“You smell so good,” you whispered against his skin, almost drunk on it “God, why do you smell so good?”

You didn’t care anymore that you weren’t the girl he thought about when he recorded those videos. The alcohol had burned away every last bit of restraint.

“You’re so soft..” you breathed, dragging your lips slowly along the warm skin of his neck, savoring the feeling.

Without a second thought, you pressed a slow, lingering kiss right where his pulse was jumping wildly beneath your lips. 

He let out a soft, broken sound—half whimper, half sigh. It was the exact sound you’d heard a dozen times through your headphones, but hearing it now, feeling it vibrate against your mouth, was a visceral, jolting experience. The hallway felt like it was closing in, and the muffled music from the party below felt miles away. 

“You shouldn’t… I mean, you’re drunk, and I—” He whispered the words. But even as he spoke, he betrayed himself by tilting his head slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

You welcomed the invitation.

Your lips trailed lower, moving to the ridge of his collarbone. You dragged your tongue slowly across the bone in one long, teasing lick. Satoru shuddered violently, a pretty, needy moan escaping his throat.

“Fuck—why are you...” His breath hitched “Ahh—why are you doing this to me?”

You could feel him hard against your hip when you pressed closer, the thick outline unmistakable. Yet his hands remained glued to his sides, fists clenched, shaking with restraint.

One of your hands slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his soft white hair. You pulled him down slightly, making the height difference even more obvious, and latched your mouth onto the side of his neck again.

This time you kissed him open-mouthed, sucking gently on his skin. Satoru whimpered, the sound breaking beautifully as you sucked harder, determined to leave a mark.

“Please—” he breathed. “I can’t—”

He still wouldn’t touch you back. His arms stayed rigid at his sides, his hands clenching and unclenching like he was fighting a war with his own instincts.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him.

Satoru’s eyes were half-lidded, lashes fluttering, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed a deep pink. It finally clicked in your hazy mind: he wasn’t touching you because he knew you were drunk. He was letting you use him however you wanted, but he refused to take advantage.

That realization might have been the hottest thing you had ever experienced in your life.

You leaned in slowly again, the height difference forcing you to stretch. Satoru’s eyes widened the moment your breath brushed his lips, impossibly surprised, almost disbelieving. He stared at you, pupils blown wide with shock and something much darker.

“What are y—”

You kissed him.

It started soft — just a gentle press of lips — but the second you felt the tiny, broken whimper vibrate against your mouth, something inside you snapped. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip before pushing inside.

Satoru moaned into your mouth, the sound needy and desperate. His body trembled against yours, but his hands still stayed glued to his sides, shaking.

You kissed him harder, hungrier. Your tongue explored his mouth with lazy confidence, tasting him, teasing him, sucking on his tongue whenever he shyly tried to respond. Every little sound he made — those pretty, broken whimpers you had become addicted to — only made you more relentless.

One of your hands stayed at the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his soft white hair, while the other slowly slid down his chest. You felt every hard line of muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, your palm gliding lower and lower until it stopped just above his belt.

You could feel how hard he was.

The thick, heavy length of his cock pressed insistently against your stomach, hot and unmistakable even through his pants. The same pretty cock you touched yourself to while watching him fall apart on camera. The realization made heat flood between your thighs.

The kiss turned wet and messy. Obscene sounds filled the quiet hallway as you devoured his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently before soothing it with your tongue. Satoru was shaking, breathing heavily through his nose, completely lost in the kiss but still refusing to touch you back.

God, he’s really not going to touch me.

He was letting you use his mouth, his body, his neck — whatever you wanted — while he held himself back because you were drunk.

It was infuriatingly respectful. And an absolute torture.

Just then, a voice echoed from downstairs.

“Hun? Are you up here?!”

Shoko.

Your heart jolted. You pulled back sharply, breathing hard, lips still tingling. For a second you just stared at him — at the mess you had made of him — and reality came crashing down like cold water.

Fuck. What did I just do?

Your hands were shaking. Your knees felt weak. The hallway suddenly felt too bright, too quiet. You took a shaky step back, almost losing your balance on your heels.

“I—” you whispered, voice cracking.

You couldn’t even finish the sentence.

You gave him one last frantic look — his messy white hair, swollen glossy lips, and the faint red marks you had left on his neck — before turning around. You walked away quickly, almost stumbling down the hallway, your heart hammering wildly in your chest.

You didn’t look back.

Just as you disappeared down the stairs, Satoru’s head fell back against the wall with a quiet thud, eyes squeezed shut. A second later, his legs gave out and he slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, completely ruined.

He didn’t know what was more pathetic: his trembling hands, the frantic drum of his heart, or the warm, humiliating mess in his pants.

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husband nanami takes care of you after a night out with friends 💟

(hii its ur girly lovesghoste. in honor of nanami’s birthday i made something short and sweet. i miss him sm it hurts.. i hope you guys enjoy)

content: fluff, husband!nanami x wife!reader, sweet husband, drinking, he is super in love with you, gentle

husband!nanami hears your specific ringtone on his phone, he answers instantly. “hello sweetheart?” he hears you slur and lifts an eyebrow. “HII BABY” you exclaim loudly. nanami chuckles, “where are you love” “at the barrr with myyy girrllsssss, im done nowww” “ok sweets, i’m coming to pick you up.”

husband!nanami spots you in the bar, laughing obnoxiously with your friends. he shakes his head whilst laughing. you feel arms cradle around your waist and knew it was your man. you spin around on the bar stool towards him. “hi sweetheart, have fun?” he smirks. you giggle “YESSSS!” you contort. you cradle your arms around his neck. “let’s get you home” you hum in response and limp your head on his chest.

husband!nanami carries you up, bridal style, making you squirm excitedly and rest your head on his chest. he carries you to the car and sets you very gently in the passenger seat “watch your head love” you blink slowly up at him and give him the cutest smile as you sit. he leans down, right hand on the door and his left hand cups your face and he pecks your lips softly. he lets go and goes across you to put on your seatbelt, you kiss his cheek and when he hears a click he goes over to kiss your forehead.

husband!nanami drives very smoothly, careful to not make you nauseous. “BABY!” he hums in response. “i’m such a bad wife” you pout. “i didn’t even get the groceries today” he shakes his head with a grin on his face and rests his hand on your thigh. “you’re not a bad wife my love, no worries about the groceries” “but babyyyy, i ditched groceries for happy hour!” he chuckles wholeheartedly, “groceries are my job angel, your job is to spend my money and go out. i just want you having fun.” he pulls up to a red light and looks at you. “okay love?” you nod and he can’t help but kiss you over the middle console.

husband!nanami reaches your shared house, he get out and opens the passenger door. he takes off the seatbelt and carries you, over his shoulder this time and playfully smacks your butt, “BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” you laugh loudly. he closes the car door and he chuckles, ignoring your cute antics as you squirm over him, dangling your feet.

husband!nanami lays you down on your shared bed and carefully takes off your clothes, he grabs a shirt of his and dresses you. “THAT TICKLES!” you push his hand away playfully. “nuh uh baby i have to dress you” he kisses your nose and continues to put the shirt on you. he grabs cotton pads and makeup remover, taking off all your makeup softly. every time he strokes the pad across an area of make up, he kisses it.. making you melt.

husband!nanami is all finished with you and he gets ready himself for bed. he grabs a water bottle and some painkillers for you. you feel a dip on the other side of the bed making you turn over to him and lay your leg and arms on him. he cradles his arm around you and kisses the top of your forehead. “i love you nanami” you say all slurred. he chuckles under his breath, “i love you more angel” you smile and feel your eyes getting heavy. you drift off to sleep in his warm embrace.

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[lovesghoste]

happy birthday to kento nanami. i know you’re somewhere in malaysia my love, enjoying the beach and that little house you built. i miss him so much y’all, it’s not even funny. fuck mahito🫩

[lovesghoste]

accidently hooking up with your dad’s best friend… ft toji fushiguro 🩶

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

(hey lovelies, its your gal lovesghoste. this idea was supposed to be short but it ended being very long lmao. i swear that always happens to me, i wanna write something short and i end up spending days writing it lol. anyway, hope you all enjoy. i may make a part 2, let me know if i should.)

warnings: p in v sex, male receiving, female receiving, dirty talk, name calling, risky sex, age gap (reader is 21, toji is mid 30s), drinking, slight throat fucking??, hickeys, one night stand, no verbal consent.

you finally turned 21, your friends who are also your roommates are forcing you to go out. you're not really the type of girl to go out and party, regardless if it was your birthday or some special occasion. "come on y/n! you HAVE to go out, its your 21st birthday!!" they were totally right. you can finally drink, smoke weed, all kinds of stuff.. so you sigh deeply "okay fine, but we leave at midnight!" your friends did the most dramatic celebration ever, a laugh escaped you "yeah yeah, let me go get changed." you tear through your closet, trying to find something, anything to maybe look somewhat hot? you find a denim skirt, and some baggy crop top, you shrug at yourself in the mirror "whatever, i'm just there for my friends".

you walk out of your room and your friends reactions were so... flat. "what? do i have something on my shirt?" "girl you better change, ain't no way we letting you out with whatever it is you have going on." you scoff "but i like it, its comfortable." one of your friends go up to you, rolling her eyes.. with both hands she trails down your curvature trying to show you that you need to flaunt it, "y/n, you have curves for days, you a slim thick bitch, SHOW IT OFF!" you huff annoyingly, but in the back of your mind, you know they are right. "okay fine, but i deadass have nothing else to wear." your friend steps back to the rest of your group "and that's why you have us. COME ON!" they grab you in one of their rooms, excited to dress you up.

"perfect. try this on" you look at this dress, god it looked like it would be so tight. "is this fucking leather?" you raise an eyebrow. "girl yes, you'd look fuckin sexy NOW GO TRY IT ON!" they push you into the bathroom and you roll your eyes. you take off your denim skirt, your baggy crop top. you slip on the leather dress from your legs and scoot it up to your rib bone.. you nibble on your bottom lip "yeah no there is no way my bra could fit in this" you roll your eyes because now you have to go braless. you take off your bra and scoot up the rest of the dress on you. you finally take a look at yourself in the mirror and your eyes widen. "holy shit, i actually look good." you notice the leather black dress clinged perfectly to your waist, your ass looked huge from the side, the dress so tight.. your cleavage is pushed up.. you almost didn't recognize yourself.

you go out of the bathroom to show your friends, you interrupt their conversation about some guy and they go silent. slowly looking at you from head to toe. your friend who lended the dress breaks the silence, "girl oh my god i could fuck you right now" all the girls laugh and you can't help but burst out laughing. you do a little twirl and your girls hype you up. "okay maybe i do like this leather dress on me" you smirk shyly. "told you, NOW MAKE UP!" you take a step back "what?? NO NO! i don't want to do all that" "come on girl, just trust us." all four of your roommates push you in the bathroom once again, one of them bringing a stool from the kitchen. they tug you down to sit and you just give in to a whole new makeover.

one of them is curling your hair, one is doing your eye makeup, one is trying to choose what lip gloss is best on you, and another is trying to find the body glitter. after 30 minutes, it was done. you looked at yourself in the mirror and oh my god you looked like some kind of sultry siren. the dark eyeliner contrasting with the black eyeshadow made your eyes pop out, making them look sharp, the dark red lipstick made you look insanely seductive, your hair framed your face perfectly, and the body glitter made you look like you were glowing. a single tear falls out of your eye. "awh girl why are you crying" they all went to hug you simultaneously. you flick off the one tear, trying to not to ruin your make up.. "i just- i've never cleaned up like this before. i feel beautiful. thank you guys." they all collectively pouted happily and showered you with compliments.

as you were waiting for the uber to come pick all of you guys up, you all were pre gaming and taking selfies. you took two shots of vodka, kind of already feeling that warmness. you take a body selfie on the mirror with your friends.. after carefully reviewing the picture, you decided to send it your dad.

y/n: “hey dad! miss and love you. we’re all going out tonight!”

dad: “you all look beautiful baby! be safe tonight and happy birthday pumpkin, love you”

y/n: “thank you dad!”

dad: “before i lose you to whatever club you’re going to, come by tomorrow please so we can properly celebrate your birthday. i’m sorry for having work on your special day hunny”

y/n: “no problem at all, i get it. see you tomorrow then. say 4 pm?”

dad: “sounds good love, i may invite some people over, the more the merrier!”

you scoff knowingly, your dad has always said that growing up. he always invited random people to your past birthdays, he was always right of course, it did make your birthday more special. you text back, somewhat annoyed other people will join you tomorrow but it’s okay. it’s your father.

y/n: “okay dad! i gotta go! uber is here!”

you turn off your phone and before you could take one last look, your friends pull you to the door and into the uber. they are obviously much more excited than you are but you let it be. you finally reach the destination. it was a street full of bars. you raise an eyebrow as you get out to examine your surroundings. “are we going bar hopping?” your friend hooks their arms with yours, all excited.. “yep! we’re totally gonna fucking black out” you sigh but fuck it, it’s your 21st!

the first bar was not overly packed, it was just the right amount of people. your friends go up to the bartender “HEYYY its a very special day today, it my besties birthday. maybe shots on the house” your friend winks at him and he nods “okay fine, since you guys are my regulars.” he pours 5 shots cleanly, you pick up your shot and cheers with your besties. you take the whole swig of it and yelp at the burn. “god what is this??” “girl its tequila” you realize you are so fucked. 3 shots in, you all decide to go to the next bar.

this second bar had more of a party vibe, there was even a dance floor. some cute guys bought all of you some drinks, you’re now 5 shots in and you are definitely feeling a lot more confident. all your friends go to the dance floor and for the first time, you were actually having fun orrr it could be the alcohol, but who cares. some tall man went up behind and enveloped their arms around your waist, you look up and he was kinda cute.. so whatever, you danced on him for a few minutes. you turn around to him and put your arms around his neck, swaying to the beat of the music. he leans down and whispers in your ear.. “god you look amazing” you giggle and he trails his hands down from your waist, to your ass and squeezes gently. instinctively you push him off and he looks shocked as he falls back a little, “what the hell was that for” “don’t fucking touch my ass!” you scoff and go back to your friend group, “fucking slut” he says under his breath but you just ignored it.

its been 2 hours in the second bar, your friends still wanted to party some more but god did you want to just chill out for a second. you were definitely drunk, you were slurring your words a bit so you all made a compromise to go to a different bar, a little more laid back. you get to the third bar, the yellow warm light is inviting and it looks perfect to just relax for a bit but still enough people to party. you sit down at the bar and take a deep sigh, “hey bartender, a cosmopolitan please” the bartender nods and you rub your temples, finally in a place without extremely loud music. “rough night?” a deep voice snaps you out of it and you look towards the voice, you’re met with a man sitting right next to you, in a suit without his blazer, his neck tie loosened, his hair a bit messy like he’s been running his hands through it, and a very tired look as he takes a sip of his whiskey, you notice a scar on his lip as he takes a sip. “no no nothing like that” you laugh. “my friends are just party animals, they kind of forced me to go out.” he chuckles deeply, “ah i could tell” as he looks over your shoulder to look at your friends dancing with some guys. “why’d they force you to go out?” he shifts his gaze to you. “ah well i turned 21 today..” a pause as you look at your phone for the date, its past 12 am. “or i guess yesterday! haha. i actually should go, they promised me we would go back home by midnight.” but then your cosmopolitan was ready, sitting in front of you. the man chuckles, “might as well stay, looks like you got one more drink and your friends look VERY occupied.” you tuck a hair strand behind your ear as you giggle and look back at your friends. “yeah you’re right.” you look back at him and ask, “what about you? rough night? or were you also forced to celebrate your 21st.” he shifts his body towards you and you subconsciously do the same. “haha, no my birthday just passed last week. i guess you could say i had a rough night.” he tops off his drink and shoots a look at the bartender for another. you lean in, “tell me about it, i’m all ears” “oh no, i don’t want to bore you with my demanding job” you lightly place your hand on his leg, reassuring him “trust me, you won’t. i know i’m a stranger but at least you’ll know i won’t tell anyone. i’m a vault!” you take back your hand and smile warmly. he proceeds to tell you he’s a lawyer working a very hard case. he tells you some details that don’t hinder confidentiality and that he’s been living off of 4 hours of sleep every night. the case was taking over his life. he also adds that he kind of regrets becoming a lawyer due to the fact he had to represent a criminal who is clearly guilty of his heinous crimes. you listen intently, rubbing his leg to comfort him in a way. he rubs the back of his neck “oh god i was rambling wasn’t i?” he gulps down another whiskey, the whole thing this time. you could clearly see he’s stressed. “i mean.. you were. but i didn’t mind at all. seems like you wanted to get that off your chest.” he smiles. “you’re super kind…” a pause as he thinks. “okay, i know you said you’re a stranger and such, but… i don’t want to be strangers…at all.” for some reason that made your thighs clench together and you felt a burning sensation throughout your face. he notices and leans in closer and lays his hand on your bare thigh, creeping up towards your slick cunt just enough to make your breath hitch, “so what do you say stranger, let’s get to know each other a bit better.”

it all happened so fast.

next thing you know you’re in a damn uber with him, making out in the backseat.

then you’re being laid down on his bed as he grinds his clothed erection on your wet panties, making you moan. you both messily take all your clothes off, never breaking your lips apart. you’re both bare and he trails down to kiss your neck, making you gasp as he wetly kisses that sheer skin. he kisses further down, biting on your nipple gently making your back arch, he leaves bruised kisses on your breast and down to your stomach. he puts both his hands in between your thighs and snaps your legs wide open, revealing your pretty wet cunt. he groans and licks up the folds to your clit. “f..fuck” you say under your breath. “my god you taste so good” he grunts on your pussy, making you shiver. he sucks on your clit so hard, it was the quickest you have ever came. creamy white gushed out of you as you moaned loudly. your legs started to tremble as you rode out your orgasm. he gets up with a huge smirk on his face and wipes away your slick on his mouth with the back of his hand. you sit up and turn him around so that he could sit on the bed. you get down on your knees and make eye contact with his huge cock. you bite your lip and grasp both your hands on the base and stroke slowly. you lift yourself up and let go one hand and rest it on top of his thigh. you make eye contact with him as you swirl your tongue on his head. he jolts his head back and grasps your hair gently, you go up and down with both your mouth and your hand. as you get used to his length in your mouth, you go deeper and you choke. saliva coming out of your mouth, you feel his hand on your hair grasp harder, he slowly bobs your head on his cock. he picks up your head, a string of saliva still connected to his cock slit to your bottom lip and makes eye contact with you, worried he may have hurt you. you noticed and shake your head, “no no please use my throat.” he did not hesitate, he grabs your head and bobs your mouth harder on him making you gag obnoxiously. your red lip gloss was smearing as your eyeliner was being dripped down by your tears, but god did you love every second of it, you loved your mouth being used. “mmph fuck, you dirty slut” he says under his breath, making your pussy clench around nothing. you whimper as the tip of his dick reached further and you tapped your hand on his thigh to make him give you air.. “mm no baby, take it all. take it all like the whore you are.” you relax your throat making him push even deeper, “mmph fuck baby this throat was made for me” and with his free hand he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and slaps your cheek lightly, “such a good girl”

he finally pulls you up, releasing his dick from your mouth, you gasp for air as you cough gently. he picks you up from the ground and throws you on the bed. he lines himself within your entrance and pushes in abruptly making you scream, you shoot out your hands on his broad muscular shoulders as you bite your lip. “that’s right baby, take all of me.” he grunts and lowers himself on top of you, pushing your legs to your chest. he kisses you hungrily and rests his forearms on both sides of your head, your foreheads pressed together as you make eye contact. “mmph more more baby please! harder!” you scream and oh god did you regret saying that because his next strokes were hurting so good. he would pull out just enough to where his tip is still in and push in so you could feel the overwhelming stretch of his cock. he kept doing that and you swear you could see stars. “m-more j-just like that please” you cry out, he growls against you.. “cum for me baby.” those words and the overstimulation of his dick going in and out of you make you reach your climax. you scream into his mouth as he kisses you sloppy, your back arching. he thrusts once more and pulls out to cum on your stomach. you both pant heavily against each other as you ride out your ecstasy together. he nudges his head into the crook of your neck, tiredly kissing your damp skin. you hum in response. he falls beside you, pulling you into his embrace as you both slowly stir to sleep.

your eyes flutter open gently, wincing at your alcohol caused headache. you look around, confused where you were till you heard a deep sigh next to you. you shift your body around and you realize fuck, i hooked up with a random guy. you get out of bed slowly, making sure not to wake up this stranger. you check your phone and its 4 am, you scoff quietly at yourself while you get dressed in the ridiculously tight dress you wore the night before. you look around a bit more for your panties and then you hear him shuffle in the sheets, panicked, you just walked out of his apartment barefoot with your heels dangling on the tips of your fingers and you’re commando. you roll your eyes at yourself at the fact you lost your damn underwear. you take an uber home and are met with spam calls and texts from your friends from a few hours ago asking where you were.

you finally get home, take a shower, letting the dried up cum on your stomach wash away. a clear reminder you were fucked out of your mind last night. you never hooked up with randoms, ever. so it was surprising that you did a stranger, but even if he is a stranger, it still made your pussy twitch when you thought about him inside you. you put on your fresh pjs after the shower and walk out the bathroom, only to run into your friend. “oh! hey girl!” you say nonchalantly. your friend raises an eyebrow and a sly smirk.. “where were you girl, we were worried, i was worried.” “oh i just uhm you know-“ “you fucked that guy at the bar huh?” her smirk grows even more making you roll your eyes, you push her playfully, “okay yes i did, happy now?” your friend laughs, “oh girl i’m just glad you’re home okay. was it you know, any good?” she nudges your shoulder to tell her more. your mind hazily remembers the way his tip kept hitting your bruised cervix just right, you bite your lip thinking of it, your friend teases you “that good huhhhhhh??” you push her and scoff, “oh shut up!!” “im glad you let loose and fucked someone, he was hot too.” you smirked, “he def was” you nibble your bottom lip. “okay girl, ima let you sleep but tell me all the details later when you wake up. love you” your friend hugs you, “love you too” you go to your room and knock out instantly once you hit the bed.

you wake up relieved there is no headache, but you’re definitely still hungover. the sun from your blinds peer through, making you groan. you check your phone on your night stand “shit its 3 pm! i have to go to my dad’s house.” you rummage through your closet and settle for a tight sundress, you slip it on quickly, and wear some sandals. you put on your mascara very quickly, grab your purse, and leave the house whilst putting on lip gloss. you drive to your dad’s quickly, cutting through every car, it takes about 45 minutes to go his house and traffic on top. finally, about 50 minutes later, it’s 4:10, “okay i’m not that late.” you sigh and get out of your car, situating your dress and take one last look on your compact mirror. you walk up to your childhood home, the feeling of nostalgia hitting you. you notice some other cars parked in the front, “huh the other guests must already be here.” you knock gently.

your dad opens the door and it swings inwards, your dad with his arms out, “princess!!! my birthday girl is here” you hug your dad graciously and are met with many people in your house and some house music. “we’ve been waiting for you hunny bear, get inside! let me introduce you to some of my friends.” you nod and say, “sorry dad, woke up a bit later than usual.” your dad nods, understanding you just turned 21, he definitely knows you had some kind of night. “no problem at all kiddo, come meet me outside” your dad trails off in the backyard, continuing his conversation with a group of people. you walk in and set your purse down on the couch and meet your dad in the backyard. you walk up behind your dad and rest your hand on his shoulder, “ah here’s my daughter, the birthday girl, y/n” he introduces you to his friends. you look at your dad warmly and smile, then you switch your gaze to his friends. your heart starts thumping faster as your eyes find a familiar set of tired ones. the man sticks out his hand, clearing his throat.. “hi y/n, my name is toji, toji fushiguro” you are silent as you look up and down on him. he’s the fucking guy i hooked up with last night. you finally manage to smile and stick out your shaky hand towards him, “hi nice to meet you.” you can feel his eyes burn right through you and his hand pulses your hand gently, you take your hand back and introduce yourselves to the others. “this guy toji here is my best bud ever since your ma died, y/n.” as your dad pats him on the back, you swallow a dry lump in your throat. “o-oh really dad? i-i’m glad you found someone that could be there for you.” you muttered. “uhm excuse me, i have to use the restroom. nice meeting you all” you muster up an awkward smile and go back in the house.

you go into the laundry room and set your hands on the washing machine, trying to catch your breath. “i fucking slept with my dad’s best friend. fuck fuck.” as you try to calm yourself, the brass knob turns and the click of the door shutting makes you turn your head. it was him. your breath hitches as he locks the door and stands right in front of you. “you okay?” you push him on his chest with your hand, “y-you need to back up.” he doesn’t let up and grabs you by the waist, making your chest flushed with his as he stares down at you. you bite your lip nervously as you look up at him with your doe eyes. “i’m glad i know your name now, y/n” he says as he cups your jaw softly. “w-we can’t do this toji, please” his breath becomes uneven hearing your sweet voice say his name. “say my name again.” he says in finality. “w-what?” “say. my. name. again. y/n.” you gulp nervously. “t-toji.” he smashes his lips against yours instantly, making you melt in his grasp. you couldn’t help it. he creeps his hand behind your neck and pulls down to deepen the kiss. he pulls back ever so slightly, catching his breath. “you have no idea what you have done to me sweet girl.” you blush intensely. he lifts up your long dress, riding at your hips. he takes off your panties in one swoop. he lifts you on top of the washing machine, making you sit on top of it. he unbuckles his pants and in one tug both his boxers and pants go down, freeing his large shaft. your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you. making you gasp, you bury your mouth on his neck, trying so hard to muffle your own moans. he lifts you up with both his hands like you weigh nothing continuously fucking you, you grasp around his neck with your arms trying to be quiet. “j-just like toji, r-right there oh my god!” you cum right there, your legs trembling around him, your head falls back as he creeps a hand to your mouth to make you quiet. he lays you down on top of the washing machine and continues to fuck you, your pussy still sore from last night and the overwhelming feeling of the post orgasm making you whimper and your eyes roll back. in two deep and hard thrusts, he reaches his high.. he pulls out and cums right on top of your pussy. he kisses you passionately, then kisses your forehead. you both breathe in unison for a few minutes, and then he looks right at you, “why did you leave last night?” he asks desperately. “i thought it was the right thing to do. we were just strangers after all.” you push him just enough to where you can grab a towel from above the machines and clean yourself up, you put your panties back on and slide the dress down. he situates himself and puts his pants on. you’re still sitting down on top of the washing machine, trying to avoid eye contact. he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “we’re not strangers anymore, y/n” “you’re my dad’s best friend, w-we can’t keep doing this. i didn’t even kno-“ he cuts you off, “exactly, you didn’t know. so why is it such a bad thing.” you swallow and you could see the desperation in his eyes. he wanted you so bad. “we would have to keep this a secret.” you say in finality. he nods and a sly smirks grows on his scarred lip. “good because..” he reaches for his back pocket and pulls out your panties, the ones you were looking for before you left his apartment, “…you still need to get these back.” you try to reach for it and he jerks his hand up to where you can’t reach it. “nuh uh baby, you’ll have to get these when you come over again.” you push his chest playfully, “hmph we’ll see” he chuckles deeply and pecks your lips. he tucks the panties away in his back pocket, a serious look on his face now, “i do want to take you out though. on a proper date.” your eyes widen. “what? w-what do you mean?” you ask confused. you merely thought this was some kind of friends with benefits kind of thing. “i haven’t slept with any women in 7 years. you’re the first in a long time. i want to do this right.” you shyly look away, red creeping in your cheeks. you can’t lie, you kind of liked him too.

before you could say anything, he kisses you lovingly. it was different from the other kisses for sure. he pulls back and stares right at you. “i don’t want us to be a secret either y/n.” your breath hitches at his sudden vulnerability. “i want to show you off to the world. even your dad.” you pause and think. “me too.” you say shyly, the biggest smile on his face grows, but before he leaned in to kiss you again, you stuck your index finger on his lip to stop him, making him blink. “butttttt, not until i say so. got it?” he laughs and says against your finger “yes ma’am” you giggle and kiss passionately once more, before leaving the laundry room like nothing had happened.

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[sundayniche]

nothing screams girlhood more than reading fanfics late at night in bed

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ studying anatomy is hard, but lucky you, your boyfriend satoru is jacked

the textbook was a weapon, and it was currently winning.

you stared blankly at a diagram of a human torso, the labels blurring into a dizzying soup of latin words. your upper body anatomy quiz was tomorrow morning, and true to form, you were cramming the night before. you hadn't even been at it for an hour, but your brain was already completely fried.

"okay, wait," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "does the bicep sit higher than the tricep? or is the tricep on top? no that's… wait, where is the brachialis again?"

it was hopeless. you'd look at a muscle, repeat its name five times, look away, and immediately erase it from your memory. with a dramatic groan, you collapsed backward onto your bed, letting the heavy textbook rest precariously on your stomach. you were officially doomed.

the mattress dipped.

a flash of white hair entered your peripheral vision as satoru crawled onto the bed, shifting smoothly until he was hovering over you like a giant, ridiculously attractive cat.

"look at you, absolutely suffering," satoru teased, a sharp, playful grin tugging at his lips. "i can practically hear your brain short-circuiting from over here, babe."

you opened your eyes to glare at him, but the retort died in your throat. because, of course, satoru had decided to wear that shirt tonight. it was a long-sleeved, black compression top that clung to every single line of his frame, highlighting a ridiculously broad chest and sculpted shoulders.

he was just a criminally handsome guy who clearly spent way too much time at the gym. it was completely unfair how he could look that good just from lifting weights while you were drowning in textbooks.

"go away," you wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to push at his face. "you’re a distraction. a highly illegal distraction."

"me? a distraction?" satoru gasped in mock offense. he shifted his weight, dropping down to lie on his stomach next to you. he propped his chin up with his hands, a movement that caused the fabric of his shirt to tauten over the heavy definition of his upper back and shoulders.

your eyes tracked the movement. you blinked once. twice.

wait.

you looked from the textbook diagram of the deltoids and pectorals, then right back to satoru’s very real, very defined body. a sudden, brilliant spark of desperation ignited in your fried brain.

"toru," you said, your tone suddenly dead serious. "take your shirt off."

satoru froze, his smirk faltering into a look of genuine, rare bewilderment. his beautiful blue eyes blinked in confusion. "wh—now? i mean, i love the enthusiasm, babe, but i thought you were failing a class?"

"just do it. for science. for my gpa."

muttering something about how you were terrifying when stressed, satoru crossed his arms and pulled the compression shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. he sat cross-legged on the bed, presenting a perfect, shirtless canvas of lean muscle.

"alright, i'm naked—well, half-naked. what's the plan, professor?"

you didn’t answer. instead, you lunged off the bed, grabbed a neon green washable expo marker from your desk, and crawled back over to him with a manic look in your eye.

satoru eyed the marker warily. "uh, what is that for?"

"hold still," you commanded, uncapping the marker with your teeth.

you leaned in close, your left hand resting gently on his shoulder for balance while your right hand brought the marker to his skin. satoru tensed for a fraction of a second at the cool, damp touch of the felt tip, but quickly relaxed, watching you with an amused, fond expression as you began to draw.

"okay," you murmured, tracing a neat box right over his chest. "these are the pectoralis major. big chest muscles. easy." you wrote pec major in bold green letters right across his right pectoral.

"wow, using my body as a cheat sheet. i feel objectified. do it more," satoru chuckled, his chest vibrating under your hand.

"shh! i'm concentrating," you chided, moving your marker up to his shoulder. you traced the rounded muscle cap. "deltoid. anterior, lateral, posterior. it's like a shoulder pad." you carefully scribbled deltoid on his shoulder, giving it a little pat.

"and what about these?" satoru asked, flexing his arm slightly, a proud grin on his face.

you stared at his arm, the marker hovering. "ah! the age-old question. bicep is on the front, tricep is on the back. bicep pulls the arm in, tricep extends it." to cement it in your memory, you drew a giant arrow on his inner arm pointing up labeled bicep, and a matching one on the back labeled tricep.

for the next thirty minutes, satoru’s bedroom turned into a live-action, neon-green anatomy lab. you moved around him like a mad scientist, labeling his serratus anterior (the "rib muscles," as you initially called them), his trapezius, and even trying to map out his abs, though you kept getting distracted because his stomach kept twitching from being tickled by the marker.

"stop laughing, toru, i'm trying to find your external obliques!"

"i can't help it! your hands are cold and that marker is tickling the life out of me!" he gasped, squirming away from the green tip.

finally, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. satoru was covered from the waist up in bright green boxes, arrows, and messy anatomical terms. he looked absolutely ridiculous, completely contrasting his runway-model face.

satoru looked down at himself, then glanced in the vanity mirror across the room. he burst out laughing. "i look like a radioactive paint-by-numbers project."

"you look like an a-plus," you corrected proudly, capping the marker. "i actually remember them now. visual learning is a powerful tool."

satoru smiled, leaning forward and wrapping his green-labeled arms around your waist to pull you into his lap. "glad i could be of service to your education. but you know this stuff washes off, right? what are you going to do during the actual quiz tomorrow when you can't look at my chest?"

you hummed, resting your hands against his (now labeled) pectorals. "i'll just close my eyes and visualize my very hot, very heavily graffitied boyfriend."

"perfect," satoru beamed, kissing your forehead. "but if you get a hundred, you owe me a real date. one where you don't use me as school supplies."

[lovesghoste]

mafia!toji x student!fem!reader series💋

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4 coming soon…

[sylvbun]

chapter one - the help he can't afford

plot - as a broke college student, you take a sketchy cash night job as a nanny for toji fushiguro

content warnings - child neglect and poverty, sketchy or unsafe neighborhood environments, implication of dangerous or illegal work, implied gambling addiction

a/n - hi my lovelies! i rlly enjoyed writing this, so i hope u guys enjoy reading! all the likes/ comments/ reblogs rlly help and r appreciated <3

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the radiator in the hallway of the fourth floor tenement didnt just hiss, it rattled with a rhythmic, violent, metallic clang that felt like it was vibrating straight through the soles of your shoes. the air in the stairwell was thick with the trapped humidity of late august, carrying the faint, stale odors of boiled cabbage, old cooking grease, and the distinct, sour tang of damp concrete. it was the kind of building where the overhead lights were caged in thick iron wire, to keep them from being stolen or broken, casting harsh yellow grids across the peeling green paint of the walls.

you adjusted the strap of your canvas bag, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, as you stood in front of apartment 4b. the door was solid wood, but the frame was warped, showing a thin sliver of darkness along the bottom where the floor sat unevenly.

you hadnt known what to expect when you answered the flyer on the community board at the local laundromat. the paper had been torn from a standard notebook, the edges jagged, with a location and a single sentence scrawled in heavy black marker, "need someone for the kid at night, paid in cash". there was no name, no list of requirements, just a raw bluntness that screamed desperation. your own bank account was hovering in the double digits, and the thought of strict, no questions asked cash was enough to make you overlook the sketchy neighborhood. you had simply showed up at the address during the afternoon to confirm the hours, and now you were back for the first actual shift.

you knocked, the sound was flat and hollow against the wood.

for a long moment, there was nothing but the distant hum of traffic from the elevated expressway three blocks over. then, the heavy thud of footsteps approached the other side. they werent hurried, they were slow, dragging, and carried a weight that made the floorboards groan, before the deadbolt slid back with a loud, metallic clack.

the door swung inward, and the first thing that hit you was the sheer mass of the man standing in the entryway.

toji fushiguro easily took up the entire frame. he had to be at least six foot two, his broad shoulders nearly brushing against the molding on either side. he was completely bare from the waist up, his torso a rugged expanse of lean, dense muscle covered in a faint sheen of sweat that caught the dim light of the hall. a jagged, pale scar cut right through the right corner of his lips, stretching up toward his cheekbone, giving his mouth a permanent, cynical tilt even when his expression was blank. his dark, messy hair hung in damp strands over his forehead, partially obscuring a pair of sharp, jade green eyes that immediately dropped to look you up and down.

in his arms, looking completely absurd against the massive scale of his chest, was a tiny infant wrapped in a faded yellow blanket. the babys tuft of dark hair was sticking straight up, his tiny fist pressed against tojis collarbone.

"youre late," toji said.

his voice didnt sound like it came from his throat, it vibrated from deep within his chest, a low, gravelly rasp that sounded like heavy stones being dragged over gravel. he didnt sound angry, just entirely drained, his eyelids drooping with a heavy, bone deep fatigue.

"the subway caught a signal delay two stops back," you said, keeping your voice steady despite the way your heart gave a sudden, nervous thud against your ribs. "im here from the flyer, we talked on the stoop this afternoon."

toji stared at you for a beat longer, his green eyes tracking the line of your jaw, assessing whether you were going to turn around and run back down the stairs. when you didnt flinch, a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch of his scarred lip occurred. he stepped backward into the apartment, leaving the door open for you to follow.

"close it behind you," he muttered, turning his back to you.

the apartment was small, essentially a single open concept room that functioned as a kitchen and living space, with a narrow door in the back that presumably led to a bathroom and a lone bedroom. the linoleum floor was old, patterned in a faded beige that had worn down to gray patches in front of the sink. a single plastic rocker sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by an absolute chaos of baby supplies, half empty cans of formula, a mountain of plastic diapers stacked haphazardly on a folding table, and several crumpled betting sheets from the local racetrack.

the heavy, stifling heat inside was cut only by the weak breeze of a small plastic fan sitting on the kitchen counter, its blades whirring with a low, irritating buzz.

toji walked over to the rocker, his loose, low slung gray sweatpants riding low on his hips, exposing the sharp lines of his pelvic bones and the dark trails of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. he lowered his massive frame with a controlled, predatory grace, setting the baby down into the plastic seat with an awkward, almost hyper cautious gentleness. his thick, blunt fingers looked entirely too large for the task, his knuckles raw and slightly red, though you couldnt see any open wounds yet.

"he hasnt stopped making that noise since five," toji said, leaning his hands on his knees as he stared down at the infant. megumi, that was the name he had mentioned earlier, was not crying, but he was letting out a rhythmic, high pitched whine, his tiny legs kicking beneath the blanket.

"he is probably just hot," you murmured, stepping closer. you set your canvas bag on the kitchen table, making sure to avoid the sticky ring left by an old coffee mug. you knelt beside the rocker, your movements soft and deliberate. when you reached out, your hand looked small against the plastic frame, but your fingers were steady as you gently pulled the heavy blanket down to megumis waist, exposing his small cotton onesie.

within a few seconds, the babys whining slowed, his dark eyes shifting from the ceiling to focus on your face. he let out a soft, wet sigh, his tiny fingers reaching out to blindly grasp at the air, until they bumped against your knuckles.

toji watched the entire interaction from above. he hadnt moved an inch, his heavy shadow completely enveloping both you and the baby. his green eyes were fixed on the back of your neck, watching the way your hair shifted as you tilted your head. there was a strange, unreadable intensity to his gaze, a mixture of profound relief and a sharp, calculating curiosity.

"youre good with him," he observed. it wasnt a compliment, it was a statement of fact, delivered with the cold detachment of a man checking the inventory on a shipment.

"i used to help with my younger cousins," you replied gently, letting megumi track your index finger. "babies dont like being wrapped up like burritos in ninety degree weather, mr fushiguro."

"toji," he corrected, a tiny scoff escaped his chest. he stood up straight, the sudden shift in his height making the small room feel even tighter than it already was. he rubbed a large palm over his face, the rough skin of his hand making a dry, scratching sound against the thick stubble along his jawline. "formula is in the top cupboard over the sink, bottles are in the dish rack, dont touch the small radio on the shelf, the dial is broken and it takes an hour to get the station back."

he walked over to the back of a wooden chair, picking up a faded, oversized black zip up hoodie, as he slipped his arms through the sleeves. the fabric stretched tight across his back, highlighting the deep, powerful columns of muscle that lined his spine. he didnt bother zipping it up, leaving his scarred chest fully visible as he checked his pockets.

"what time will you be back?" you asked, standing up from the floor and wiping your palms against your jeans.

toji paused, his hand hovering near the pocket of his hoodie. he turned his head slightly, his sharp profile silhouetted against the dim light of the kitchen fan. his green eyes narrowed just a fraction, a look that was entirely protective and deeply secretive, passing over his features.

"before dawn," he said, his voice dropping into a lower, rougher register that seemed to graze against the back of your neck. "if anyone knocks, dont answer it, i dont care who they say they are, im the only one with a key."

"is there a number where i can reach you if there is an emergency?"

toji stopped, his hand diving into the pocket of his gray sweatpants. he pulled out a heavily battered, blocky plastic flip phone, the silver paint peeling entirely along the edges. the screen was dark, spiderwebbed with a deep crack right down the middle. he tossed it carelessly onto the folding table, where it landed with a dull, plastic clack.

"phone is a piece of shit, it only receives texts if the battery doesnt die in twenty minutes," he muttered, reaching onto the kitchen counter to grab a stray scrap of a betting slip and a blunt pencil. he scrawled a string of digits across the back, his large hand moving with heavy, impatient strokes, before he slid the piece of paper toward you. "thats the number, try it if the place starts burning down, otherwise dont bother me."

he walked toward the front door, his heavy boots making the worn linoleum creak beneath his weight. his large fingers completely covered the brass hardware of the doorknob. he gave you one final, lingering look over his shoulder, his green eyes dark, assessing, and leaving a heavy, lingering warmth in the room, before he stepped out into the yellow glare of the corridor. "just keep him quiet."

the lock turned from the outside with a heavy, definitive click, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment with nothing but the buzz of the fan and the slow, steady breathing of his son.

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chapter 3: mafia!toji x student!fem!reader💋

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

warnings: male masturbation, stalking, panty stealing, obsession, yandere toji lolz, possessive, age gap (toji is 37, reader is 20), toji unalives someone, invasive toji, jealousy

(hi guys its lovesghoste! i had fun writing this. this is my chapter 3 of my on going fic! not sure how long this story will be but probably like 10+ chapters lol. enjoyyy!)

chapter 1 chapter 2

toji leaves the clinic, not looking back and going to straight to his car. he puts sydney in the passenger side, safely clipping her leash to the seat and goes to the drivers side. toji’s eyebrows furrow intensely as he thinks about your small fleeting moment of heat with him during that appointment on his way home. the way you wince slightly when he touched the small of your back. the way your lips parted halfway as your breath became uneven when he towered over you. the way you stuttered, faltering that professionalism slightly and most of all it surprised him that your perky professional tone you had didn’t annoy him like that annoying clerk did. it amused him, made him see you differently. he snapped out of it quickly when he realized the age difference. “i’m actually 20!..” that specific comment echoing in his head drastically, reminding him that he is 37, but the quickening of his heartbeat betrayed him. you’re a breath of fresh air to him. he needed to know who you were… entirely. he got home quickly and handed sydney off to his maid, he walked straight to his office. he sat down and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey, neat. he loosens his neck tie and takes a swig of his drink, barely flinching from the burn. he sets down his glass and picks up his phone.. “yes sir?” the other side of the line says. “i need all the information on y/n, veterinary assistant at nanami veterinary clinic.” in just 10 minutes, toji’s bodyguard, jasper, walks in “the files on y/n”. jasper leaves swiftly, closing the door to toji’s office. all is left is a file of you on his desk and the anticipated breath of toji. he opens the file and his eyes dart firstly to the most endearing photo of you. your eyes closed from how wide you’re smiling, the wind in your hair captured by the stillness of the photograph, the sun perfectly reflecting your hair making it golden. toji is transfixed by this, his lips parting slightly, he picks up the photograph, the file forgotten on his desk. the next thing he knows, he palms on his clothed erection. “f..fuck what is she doing to me.” he unbuckles and unzips his pants with his free hand, freeing his large shaft. he gropes the bridge of his dick, lubricating it with the pre cum spouting out of his cock slit. he stares intensely at the photograph of you, stroking himself faster and faster. he grunts and spouts his thick cum, falling all over his hands.. careful to not ruin the photo of you. he takes a deep breath and takes a tissue from his desk and cleans himself off, putting on his pants. he rubs your face on the photograph possessively and switches his attention to the other papers in the file of you, containing almost everything about your life.

what schools you’ve gone to on top of the university you currently go to, straight A student, president of the animal advocate club and also what dorm hall you reside in, jujustu hall. your passport photo containing your birthday and your full name, your school debts and your measly pay at your current job. information about your parents. you were raised by a single mother, dad cheated and left to have another family. even your past relationships were here, but one stuck out more… your last relationship where it ended in abuse. you have a restraining order against him, moved out of your hometown leaving your mother to escape him. his jaw tightens so much, sounds of teeth gritting filled the quiet office. he looked at the evidence pictures of your bruises caused by your abusive ex, it made him disgusted knowing a man put his hands on you. it made him want to protect you, to keep you safe from everything and everyone. immediately, he calls jasper back to his office. “mr. fushiguro” the bodyguard nods. toji lifts the paper that has the name and information of your abusive ex and hands it to him. toji darts a seething look to his bodyguard. “take. care. of. him.” the bodyguard shoots a knowing look and nods. toji sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose one less pussy of a man in this world, he runs a hand through his hair and digs more through your file.

he finds your instagram username… he quickly types it in on his phone and there you were. your profile did not match your professionalism at the clinic at all. your posts contained of poses in skimpy dresses going to the club, posed up next to your friends, bikini pictures at the beach, frat boys putting their arms around you as you pose for the camera, even a video of you playing beer pong at some frat party. it was a stark contrast to you in real life. is she really this party animal she makes herself out to be? he smirks slightly, he still thinks you’re beautiful no matter what version he sees.. then he comes across your highlights, this was recent.. last friday. he clicked fast and it was a mirror selfie.. your red leather dress hugged your waist perfectly, a corset design on the front and side.. showing off your cleavage. the dress so short it barely covers your ass. knee high strappy heels making you taller than you already are. the red lip gloss shining under the club bathroom light. his eyes widen at your beauty, then his breath hitches.. that bathroom looks familiar.. “that’s my club.” he whispers to himself. as he finishes up absorbing EVERYTHING about you and your life, he closes the file in finality, closes out of your instagram profile. he picks up that endearing smiling photograph of yours, his eyes staring at the stillness of your candid, his grin growing slowly.. “she will be mine.”

you walk home after a tiring shift, toji still lingering in your head. the afternoon sun still out, “hm might as well go to my favorite cafe” you get home and change out of your work clothes. you freshen up and put on a lounge bodycon dress that touches the floor, your sandals and then some gold hoops. you grab your tote bag with your textbooks and laptop, intending to study at the cafe. you get to the cafe and order a matcha latte. you grab your drink and sit in your favorite corner. no one can really see you, not unless they really looked. you put your noise cancelling headphones on and set your textbook and laptop up on the desk. you hum to some R&B song as you read over your notes and turn to the textbook for reference. you take a sip of your matcha as you study hard… then you feel a tap on your shoulder. you jump slightly and take off your headphones, falling around your neck and look up. it was a man, maybe about your age.. super cute actually. he had white hair, piercing blue eyes, and he had some letterman jacket. “hi there, can i join you? not many seats around here” you shift your gaze around the cafe, seeing many empty seats.. “hmm, there’s other seats” you say flatly. “but no empty seats with a pretty girl.” you shoot a playful eye roll at him and gestured your hand to the seat across you “very smooth” you say sarcastically. he chuckles and sits down whilst picking up your hand, “satoru gojo, your name?” you let him take your hand and raise an eyebrow with how bold this man is, “mm i’ll tell you after i’m done studying satoru gojo” “ouch” he enthusiastically holds his chest as if he was shot. you giggle and give in to his stupid antics, “y/n” he smirks playfully, “hi y/n, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a pretty girl like you around here.” “i highly doubt that” he leans forward, a playful expression on his face “i promise, i would notice you around sweetheart.” “well you haven’t! been here two years, i’m a junior” he lets himself fall on the back of his chair, crosses his arms, and has a confused look. “huh, very stupid of me.” he says. you laugh “yes very.” “say i make it up to you, tomorrow night, 7 pm. you. me. a drive in movie. what do you say?” “maybe” you put your noise cancelling headphones back on and pretend he doesn’t exist, although he is literally across from you. a light chuckle comes out of gojo’s mouth and surprisingly, he stays with you throughout your whole study session. when you’re done (two hours later) you finally look up to him and he is knocked out, arms crossed. you giggle and gently nudge his leg underneath the table. he stirs slowly and does the most dramatic stretch and yawn. “you finished now princess?” “yes i am, can’t believe you stayed that whole time.” he smirks. “some people are worth waiting for. so what do you say about that date?” you scoff sarcastically “okay fine, since you insisted” he shoots his arm down “yes!” you can’t help but let a laugh escape you. “what dorm you in, i’ll pick you up.” “jujustu hall” “perfect, you’re very close to me.” he stands up and picks up your hand once more, towering over you. he pecks the top of your hand once, “see you tomorrow pretty girl” he gently lets go and walks away swiftly. you blush softly. okay now he’s a guy i can see myself with. not that toji guy. you’re so delusional for thinking that y/n! you scoff at yourself and clean up your workspace to walk back to your dorm.

meanwhile toji was out with his personal bodyguard, jasper.

“jasper” toji barks out from the backseat “yes sir?” jasper’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. “i changed my mind, don’t kill that despicable ex just yet. let’s make him regret he ever lifted a finger on y/n” jasper nods. toji shoots a quick text to nana marie (the head maid) to pick up megumi from school and to hide sydney so he can be there to surprise him. he puts away his phone in the front pocket of his suit waiting to arrive at your abusive ex’s house, ryomen sukuna. two hours later, out of los angeles, the night sky is now developed, toji and his bodyguard arrive right in front of his house. a strong firm knock shakes the door by toji. the door opens, sukuna shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, and a beer in hand. “what do you want” he snarks and takes a swig of his beer. toji strides in and pushes him to the floor, jasper coming in as well from behind and closes the door. sukuna gasped for hair as his back made contact with the floor harshly, “what the hell man!” sukuna yells but then toji grabs sukuna’s throat making him tear up and choke. “oh i’m going to have fun with you” toji’s canines shining as his lips smirks so widely. “l..look i-im the w-wrong guy” sukuna pleads, managing to say while toji’s hard grasp is on his throat. he punches sukuna’s face once so hard, it knocked him out instantly. toji stands up straight and grabs the pockets square from his suit and wipes off the blood from his fist. jasper ties sukuna’s wrists and legs together, throwing him over his shoulder like he weighs nothing. they swiftly march to the car and throws his unconscious body in the trunk, now driving to an abandoned building.

*at the abandoned building*

jasper ties him up to the chair, toji following from behind. jasper steps to the side once he is done and goes behind his boss. toji then slaps sukuna’s face, waking up instantly. he tugs his arms and legs, realizing he’s tied up and looks at toji. “WHERE THE HELL AM I” as he tried to free himself from the sting of the ropes. toji takes out his knife and clicks it open, holding it right under his chin, cutting shallow. sukuna winces. “so you’re the pussy that hits women. huh” toji says as he steps back. “w-what? i-is this about y/n or something? i never fucking hit her” toji’s jaw tightens. “no need to lie, i already know exactly what you did to her.” he presses the knife on sukuna’s face and slices a deep cut, he cries out “please! please! i’m sorry i did. i did hit her.” toji chuckles, “god you’re so fucking pathetic.” a pause as he cuts the other side of his face. “so tell me, why? why the fuck would you lay even a finger on her” sukuna winces louder, but his pride got the worst of him “she fucking deserved it” the most deafening silence filled the room. “what the fuck did you just say?” toji’s moss green eyes, now black. “i said that slut fucking deserved it” sukuna barks. toji grabs a ball of hair on his head and pulls back, exposing his neck even more… he slits his throat ear to ear. sukuna, dead. toji grabs a cloth and cleans his knife, “what a pathetic excuse of a man” he says under his breath. jasper, without flinching starts to clean toji’s mess up. toji walks back to the car, situating himself in the backseat. he digs through the pocket inside his suit jacket and takes out the folded photograph of you. he sighs heavily and smiles… “no one will ever hurt you again y/n, i’ll make sure of it”

jasper disposed of sukuna’s body quickly and got back in the car. he looks at toji through the rearview mirror, waiting for an order. “let’s go home jasper.” jasper nods and starts the car. toji finally gets home, it was 1 am. he sighs heavily, nana marie welcoming him “good evening sir.” toji nods, “where’s sydney?” “she’s in the backyard. i took it upon myself to get a dog house for her.” toji smiles, very small though.. “thank you.” nana marie nods and grabs his suit jacket. “need anything mr. fushiguro?” “no, it’s alright. you may go up to your quarters.” she nods. toji goes up to his son’s room, he opens his door and the shine of the light from the hallway falls on megumi’s eyes, he stirs slowly, rubbing his eyes and gets up slightly… “daddy?” “hi my sunshine. i didn’t mean to wake you.” toji sits on the edge of the bed and kisses his forehead. “it’s okay daddy, i’m just glad you’re here.” toji grabs him onto his lap and hugs him tight. “how was school hm?” “it was great! me and yuji were playing on the monkey bars.” toji chuckles lightly and tickles megumi, “aren’t you my little monkey” megumi laughs trying to push his hand off, “daddy! daddy stop!” he giggles. toji kisses his forehead and carries him off his lap to the bed, tucking him in. “see you tommorow morning sunshine, i love you.” “i love you” megumi’s eyes flutter closed and falls asleep instantly. toji cups his face and rubs his thumb on his cheek, then gets up and closes the door behind him. toji walks down the spiral staircase to the front door, jasper standing there. “jasper, to y/n dorm hall..” jasper nods and opens the front door for him. i need to see her. make sure she’s okay. he sighs heavily, wondering why you have such a hold on him.

after about 20 minutes, toji arrives. they are parked at a curb behind a tree, making sure you won’t see. your window’s curtain is wide open and there you were.. at your desk studying. toji takes a risk and gets out of the car, walking up to the tree and leaning on it to get a better look at you. you were wearing a white sheer tank top and some shorts. your legs were crossed on the chair while you were nibbling on a pen. toji wanted to knock on your door so badly, wanted you to fall for him like he already did.. but he couldn’t.. not just yet. he didn’t want to scare you. as he was staring through your window, transfixed by the way your hair fell on your shoulder as you leaned your head to the side, he snaps out of it as he sees a white haired man walk up to your door and knocking. his jaw clenches as he instinctively walks towards your door as well, but then he stops when you open the door and hearing “satoru? what are you doing here?” toji walks back to the tree, watching intensely. “i couldn’t wait till tomorrow night to come and take you out. how about we go to that late night diner around the corner now?” toji couldn’t believe his ears, a date? a fucking date? why him? why this doofus of a man? i hope she says no. you giggle and blush a bit. “okay fine, you got me at a good time. i was working up an appetite while studying.” “studying? again princess? my goodness you must be a genius” you laugh, “ha! i wish! give me a second, let me change out of my pjs.” he nods and then you close the door, also closing the curtain to your windows. toji huffs under his breath, he fucking called her princess? he couldn’t help it. he was fucking jealous. if only you knew he killed for you, how he would do anything for you.. you come out of your dorm in some skin tight bell bottomed leggings, a crop topped jacket, and sparkly sandals. gojo then hooked out his arm and you slid your arm through it. toji seethed at the sight…that should be ME! he scoffs and goes back to the suv, he slams the car door closed. “everything alright mr. fushiguro?” jasper lifts and eyebrown in concern. “everything is fine.” toji sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “home sir?” “no, not yet.” toji gets out of the car and scans the environment, making sure you were both long gone. he walks to your dorm and picks the lock to the door. he walks into your dorm, met with the smell of vanilla. he closes the door behind him and locks it. he looks around, noticing everything. discarded clothes on the floor, textbooks laid on your desk, your unmade bed and that cute stuffed panda bear residing there as well. even your diary openly out on your night stand, god did he want to open it and read everything.. but he stopped himself. he switches his gaze to your laptop on top of your bed, still open, still unlocked… now that’s something he’ll go through. he goes straight to your messages and a conversation with your friend lilah pops up, to his pleasure.. you were texting about him.

y/n: BITCHHHHH

lilah: WHAT WHAT HAPPENED

y/n: some guy in a suit went into the clinic today and idk if im delusional… but the tension between us was… something else. he made me so nervous, in a good way.

lilah: girl its been so long since you’ve hooked up with a guy, you might be delusional.

y/n: ok ok true true, but god.. can’t a girl fantasize? he was such a hunk of a man. ima see him this friday 😛 well… for an appointment. you never know he might want me!

toji looks away from your laptop and smiles so widely. if only she knew, not only do i want her. i fucking need her. he gets up from your laptop and goes to your closet, looking at your cute tops and dresses, thinking about when you’re finally his, he can spoil you absurdly. his breath hitches when his eyes caught your purple lacey panties. he picks it up with both his hands and spreads it open.. imagining you in them. he folds it neatly and puts your panties in the back of his pocket, saving it for later. he turns around and goes into your bathroom, he’s met with a stronger vanilla scent. he sees your bra hanging on the knob of the door, your pink toothbrush, your vanilla shampoo and conditioner. he goes back out and takes a closer look at your desk. he sees photo booth pictures with another girl, assuming its lilah. more pictures of you posing next to cute dogs and cats at your work, and then he finally looks at a picture of just you. a flower behind your ear, you smiling to the camera, wearing an oversized hoodie with shorts and kneeling on the white sand of some beach, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of it, god did he want to take it and frame it, but he didn’t want you noticing anything gone.. he walked out of your dorm, making sure to lock it. he strides back to the suv and he situates himself in the backseat, appearing calmer. “let’s go home jasper” he unlocks his phone and clicks on the picture he took of you. he stares in awe. my god she just gets more beautiful the more i learn about her. i can’t wait to see her this friday.

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Tojiiii!!! Tt:Sakuraluvxx

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Synopsis: Higuruma finds himself in front of his favorite artist; one who had become the medias punching bag after an airport incident. He decides to help her regain her confidence in his own special ways

CW: õral(both receiving), còwgïrl position, fem topping, fückingfromtheback, sqüïrting, P in V, sorta soft dom (fem), hõôkingupwithyouridol, cërvixkïssing,wõmbexpänding, dõggyštyle, implied marathõns. Björk incident.

WC: 3.5k~

A/N: Valko baby, the kids miss you.

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It was his last year in law school, Hiromi was a dedicated man, especially in his studies. With every flip through his law textbook, Hiromi was hunched over reading every word with dedication. He spent little time on leisure activities, too focused on his future to not really make time for himself. Becoming a lawyer gave him purpose; it allowed him to be a pivotal part of holding society together, in a way, it made him whole. Yet, it put him through a lonely journey.

It seemed that with every passing second, he was wasting away his youth.

So when his roommate invited him to a mixer, he decided to go. Hiromi knew that they had only invited him to even out the number of guys, but still, he wanted to get some drinks. Hiromi found himself swirling the liquid inside his glass, watching as the bubbles shifted then re-emerging causing that nice fizzling sound. Swirling his beer seemed to be the most interesting thing to do in this mixer. None of the girls really found Hiromi to be attractive; which he didn’t mind, as he didn’t need a fling or anything right now. His tired eyes followed the way his roommate tried to make his moves on the girl beside him, touching her shoulder lightly, his face pulling closer to her— all Hiromi could do was observe.

Hiromi has never experienced that type of love; he had never even dated. He felt that he was unfit to date, he didn’t have anything to give, so why would any women want him? With that, his eyes strayed away as the couple began to lock lips, he lifted the beer to his lips taking another gulp.

Hiromi began to focus on his surroundings, digging his nails into the wooden table to see if he’d leave marks, but his ears began to perk from the music. Hiromi wasn’t really one for music, he found it a bit distracting when he was studying, but something about the women’s voice drew him in. His body led him to where the bar had their jukeboxes— the old school innovation drawing in nostalgic feelings for people— his eyes drew into the orange hue that the jukebox emitted. Hiromi reached out to the machine, leaning his body to feel the vibrations of the voice.

It was a breathy whisper, low, smooth like honey; a sultry sound that held sorrow deep in its bones. The delicate strums, deep thumps accompanied by soft chimes; telling a beautiful story that Hiromi seemed to be the only one listening. The rest of the bar was too focused in their own world to experience this, or even noticing the way Hiromi’s body leaned against the jukebox.

Suddenly, his body snapped up when the song drew into a close, the disc making a small hiss as it snapped up into place, spinning along with the rest. Hiromi found himself back in the bar, back into the shitty mixer he was in— away from the music. Still in its spell, his fingers danced on the buttons of the jukebox, desperately trying to find the CD once more. Once he finally found the disc, he read your name over and over— trying to recognize who you were.

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A week after the mixer, he found the disc that held the haunting melody, which was a bit hard to find. He had to go from record store to record store to find that specific disc, it was from one of your beginning EP’s. The cover had only your face as the main focus, but it was obscured with a mesh black veil, as the trims were decorated with crystals making a beautiful effect. Hiromi somehow found the time to listen to the full 20 minute album; listening to it, his heart had transcended to your lips. Each word that you sung only drew him closer to you.

Again, Hiromi wasn’t one for music; to go even further, he wasn’t one for celebrities— but you were different. Your writing spoke to him deeply, with songs that talked about a melancholy loneliness, others about forbidden desires. Many connected with you, making forums about you and what not— it surprised Hiromi, how could he have not known about this? Had he really been depriving himself? Hiromi wanted to learn more about you, but it was difficult as you weren’t really a major artist. It didn’t mean that you weren’t known, but compared to other pop stars, you were small. But that’s what made you so captivating to fans.

Fans poured their hearts to you, making forums that discussed about your music and how it changed them.

Overtime, Hiromi continued to listen to your music, consuming every piece of you from what you let the media have. Every single piece of lyric that spilled from your lips took him back to that night, to where he felt his heart swell.

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It happened all so suddenly, a few months after he got his job the news spread like wildfire about you. You had gotten yourself into a major scandal as you came back from Bangkok. TMZ had the raw footage of you stepping out of the airport, paparazzi swarming your form as you tried to push through.

You had on your airport outfit, a white tank top, some loose bottoms with a hat and sunglasses; you didn’t bother putting on a bra, since you were just coming from a long flight. Somehow, your perky tits became a focal point for the paparazzi, cameras continued to flash your form.

“Welcome back, Sugartits!”

The cameraman to your right flashed his camera to your chest, getting a nice shot of your bouncing breasts through the thin layer. The footage showed that you froze from his words, your head turning to his direction. It all happened so suddenly: one moment the cameras had you walking out from the airport, the next they had footage of you beating up the paparazzi!

News segments, video reactions, articles: each one psychoanalyzing your actions with every swing. The scandal caused your agency to put you into hiding, barely promoting your projects or giving you any sort of publicity after the footage. Many fans defended you, but the media spun a story to make you seem like another 2008 Britney Spears.

All the pressure always seemed to cling during the night; you often found yourself in low quiet bars to watch others mingle. You lean against the bar counter, ordering a random drink to watch the ice fuse with the alcohol. With every crack of the ice melting away, you felt your body grow more heavier with dread. Annoyingly, you began to hear your voice spill out from the speakers— it must’ve been some kind of taunt. You push yourself off the counter, stumbling toward the source of music. You knew that it shouldn’t bother you, but you weren’t thinking straight.

Your eyes squint as they focus on the orange bright hues that radiated from the jukeboxes; you hadn’t even realized how long you’ve resigned yourself in darkness until you felt the stinging in your eyes. You barely noticed the man who sat himself beside the music, your fingers danced around the buttons to try to change the disc,

“Don’t.”

You turn your gaze toward the man who was slumped over a random chair, he held a half drank beer with his hand— swirling it every so often,

“The song’s trashy,” the words escaped your lips, ones that were used to taunt you. Your fingers continued to fondle the machine to switch the music, your ears getting sick and tired of your own beautiful voice. You felt your wrist being taken by a gentle yet firm hand, you almost yelled at who dared to touch you but, your gaze was met with his tired ones.

“I said, don’t. It’s a beautiful song”

Hiromi could feel your pulse pound against his fingers. Your lyrics continued to fill in the room, each sultry chime sinking its teeth into the tension.

It felt like it’s been a long time since you have heard someone call your music beautiful. Their was so many words people described your work: raw, sultry, sex—it was all meaningless words that ignored your hard work. But, Hiromi’s heart had always felt that your music could be more than a ravishing desire.

You look back at the jukebox, your name and the album sprawled on the small LCD screen.

“You really got bad taste,” your lips curled into a small smile.

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“—So what’s got a hunk like you so down?”

Despite looking a bit of a wreck, you never let smudged mascara get in the way of flirting with a hot man. You watched as Hiromi finished the last sips of alcohol in his glass.

“Just life.”

You raise a brow curiously, “Ah, really? What do you do? What misfortunes has life brought you?”

Hiromi stretched his neck, easing the tension that had built up from reading cases, highlighting and what not, “I’m a criminal defense attorney.”

He set his both of his hands down at the table, some of his fingers had there skin scarred from how he picked on it when he was stressed.

“As lawyers we try to give our best for our clients, but as a defense lawyer often than not, you fall short with the mishandling of the law enforcement—misplaced evidence, 12 hour interrogation without even mentioning their rights; it gets tiring.”

You glance at his form: nice broad chest, a serious smoldering look, sleeves rolled up to show his toned forearms. Hearing a man speaking about his frustrations was a serious turn on.

“How do you even relax? Your body must be so…. tight”

You tried to give him some hint with your eyes but, it seemed that he didn’t get the signal.

“I usually listen to your music… I really liked your ‘Bedtime Stories’ album,” his voice went into a soft sincere tone, his fingers tapped the wooden dinner table in a reminiscent fashion.

“It really moved me when listening to it.”

His sincerity made your heart melt, it was pretty adorable to see such a professional man admit he likes your music.

“I’m glad some people appreciate my music,” you leaned back into the cushion of booth, tightening your arms closer to your chest, “After the Bangkok incident, people care about my tits than my new work.”

Your eyes glance to see the expression on his face or what he would say next; this guy really was your type. You could see his lip turn thin, his brows scrunched up in disgust.

“I really hate tabloids like that, always trying to find little things to exploit.”

Your lip curled into a small smirk, you were really into this guy for sure. Usually, you would have never dated a fan—you hated that cliche… but, he was so fucking hot. You eyes kept dancing up and down his form, liking every awkward gesture he made.

“Y’know… it’s been a while since I met a real man. A guy who just is so…. Pleasant to be around—plus, you’re nice on the eyes.”

You rubbed your heel against his leg, “So what should I call you?”

His body tensed up from sudden touch, but he didn’t retract, he leaned into it, “Call me Hiromi.”

Tonight, you regained your confidence—thanks to this handsome man.

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‘Never invite someone to your penthouse.’

That was your set rule when buying your lavish home, but… Does it really matter when you’re sucking the dick of some guy (very attractive guy) you picked up at the bar?

Hiromi gripped onto the door awkwardly, not wanting to tug your hair or hurt you. His head snapped back as his hip pushed forward to feel the back of your throat—pushing your uvula back. Your tongue swirled around every vain of his cock, your fingers rubbed his hipbone to ease his anxiety.

You guided his pants to the floor, it gave more comfort for your palm to cup his balls. Drool fell off your lips, dripping onto your clean floor, wanting to get more out of him—you tugged his balls.

A whiney gasp escaped his lips, he looked down at you; Hiromi’s eyes curling into a cute expression for you. His hands were itching to just push your head down to hit his pubic bone. They hesitated for a moment, hovering around your head, but your teeth grazed his cock which caused his hands to dive into your hair.

“Fuuck….I’m about to cum…!”

The plump tip was burning the back of your throat, ready to launch out what you had been teasing. You sunk your head down his cock, feeling his cock release his cum. Your throat began to fill up with his cream. You didn’t hesitate to slurp up every last drop of his seed, your stomach was lathered with his fill.

Your swollen lips popped out from his cock, still smeared with his cum but that didn’t stop Hiromi from kissing you. Cock still sprung out, he backed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs. Whatever designer club dress you had on was hiked up, so that Hiromi could grind his wet cock onto your lacy thong.

The flaming heat of his tip pressed addictively against the lace. His face nuzzled into your neck, keeping himself in place as his hips jerked up. Hiromi grazed his teeth against your skin, running his tongue up toward your earlobe.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty—please let me…”

You moved your face to meet his, you rolled your hips into his shaft some more, “Let you…what? Use your words, baby”

You weren’t one to submit so easily; yeah, you’ll suck dick first but it was on your terms. You leaned into his body, your lips grazing his sharp jaw.

“C’mon, don’t you wanna fuck your favorite star? Have me singing your name?”

Hiromi’s cock twitched from under you, his hips jerked in a more intense manner. Your lips curled into an amused smile, liking the way this man wanted to please you so badly.

“I-I want to have sex with you… May I…lick your—“

“So formal, y’don’t have to be such a gentlemen. But it’s such a turn on.”

You watched him swallow his anxiousness down, his droopy eyes looking at yours directly, “I want to go on my knees and devour your cunt.”

You could feel your lace panties get sticky from his cock sliding through, but also from your slick dripping out your cunt.

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“—mmm… taste like a fucking dream…. Fuck…”

Long drags of his tongue flicked from your ass to the your clit. Hiromi’s big palms held your thighs open, continuing to work his jaw on your pussy.

You laid on your silk sheets, gripping the fluff of your pillow as your free hand began to pet his gelled hair. You shifted your hips onto his face, your clit rubbing on the bridge of his nose, getting that nice rub.

“Really get in there, babe. I’m not gonna cum at this rate.”

Your taunting slutty voice, a tone you loved using to rile up the guys you liked. You could feel Hiromi’s fingers spread your folds even more, delving his tongue deeper into honey filled hole. He pulled your body even closer to his face, practically drowning in you; nose and tongue now up in there.

You back arched against your mattress, your hand pulled his hair; wrestling for him to go even deeper, his body groaned in response to your pulling. Every groan of rumble of his throat sent shivers into your body, better than any fucking vibrator could give you. Your thighs locked his head in, choking him on your cunt.

“Fuuck baby… Yr’ a real eater…! Sink your teeth in babes…. Fuck!”

He tilted his head up to suck your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive muscle that made your body tighten from the sudden tug. The abuse of your clit only edged you closer to cum.

“F-Fuck! Y’gonna make me cum just from eating this pussy? You’re my favorite…!”

Your teeth clenched together, and a low moan rumbled through your body. Your cunt began to drool. Thick pools of your cum began to smear his face, which he didn’t waste to vacuum up. He licked up the slick that made it way to your ass, not wasting any of it.

Your head lulled down to where he was positioned, your tits were heaving from that pleasure, but you needed more.

“Get on the bed.”

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Hiromi was gripping onto your hips for dear life as you began to slam your body down his cock. You didn’t care if your pussy could barely handle his full length; you forced her to swallow.

“H-Haah! You’re so tight..!!”

Seeing his face contort in different ways as your gummy walls sucking in his cock with pleasure. You could feel every curve and vein of his dick inside your cunt, the sensitive tip of his cock kept thumping against your cervix.

You kept your hand on his chest, keeping him down in his position; you didn’t need him taking the lead. You liked the pathetic ways his voice quivered or cracked when he was begging for kisses or anything from you.

“Please… a little kiss… I need to feel y’lips…”

Hiromi’s hips squirmed side to side, wanting to feel your inside all around. Watching his body writhe under you made you decided that he deserved a little reward. You leaned forward, undoing his button up; his skin already burning from your touch, but as soon as he felt your plump lips on his chest, he was all yours.

“Well since you’ve been so good..”

You were torturously slow, your lips sucking and biting his chest. Your thumbs swirling his nipples ‘round and around, pinching them every so often. Hiromi’s arms wrapped around you; one holding your back, while the other squeezed your ass.

Finally, your lips met his, which he immediately took to delve his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle swirled every curve inside your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, with the hand on your ass caressing your asscheek. You moaned into his mouth, bouncing your ass on his dick once more. Your pussy lips squelched with every rise and fall of your hips.

The springs in your mattress wheezed with every slap of skin, his cock turning your inside into goo. You rolled your hips into his, letting the tip of his dick swirl around your womb.

“Ahnn… Never had a guy go so fucking deep…”

Hiromi’s thumb made its way to your clit, re-introducing himself to your sensitive bud to give an extra surprise. His large thumb pressed itself onto your clit, making your body arch onto him.

“Baby…! Agh…so good, your so good…”

You bounced yourself even more, not caring if you were going to break his hips. Hiromi’s balls slapped against your ass, each smack had his balls coiled up. He could feel your pussy tighten up his cock as well, he glanced down where the two of you connected; the way you kept sucking him in.

“I-I’m gonna cum…! D-Don’t slow down!”

You felt the heat in your tummy begin to melt, you were also close. You jerked your hips into him, riding him till the cows come home. Hiromi’s head snapped back, his eyes tightly closing before he lets out another pathetic moan.

“Hiromi!”

Then, you feel his hot cum painting your walls. Your pussy squelched in pleasure, your womb expanded to fit all of him. Within seconds as he had cum inside you, your own orgasm came with a surprise. Your cunt lets out a cute cry as your squirted all over his tummy and chest.

“Oh shit… sorry”

You felt a bit embarrassed squirting on him, since it had never happened to you when having sex, but he seemed to not mind what had happened. Two of his fingers scrapped some of your juices from his stomach to his tongue.

.

.

.

Another album was playing, and he was still fucking the shit out of you. You couldn’t even recall which song it was from this specific album but, you can tell it was favorite from the thrusts that Hiromi was performing.

You arched yourself like a cat, letting him spread your ass even more for his cock to go deeper. You were grateful for sound system you had in your room, you could feel the best of the music and his cock all in one.

“Fuck baby… baby go faster!”

He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips even more forward; his eyes furrowing as he watched the fat of your ass jiggle from how hard he was thrusting into you. Both your bodies were glazed with sweat, which allowed for his hands to easily glide through your body.

“Hiromi… Hiromi… Hiromi!”

You buried your face into your pillow, biting into it as Hiromi’s cock kept ripping into you. Every time his dick hit your bruised cervix, you let out small cries of pleasure—needing him to fill you up again and again.

“—Gonna cum!”

You pushed your ass once more, waiting for his hot cum to just fill your whole body in you. Your eyes roll back as you felt that familiar burning feeling in your body, his cock bursting inside of you deliciously. You collapsed into your mattress, barely feeling him roll beside you; his hand rubbing your back soothingly.

“You’re amazing…”

Despite feeling spent, your heart swelled from the pure love in his eyes as he looked at you and touched you. You felt more assured on what you wanted, your finger brushed his lips.

“You’re definitely a keeper.”

[bigtrashland]

⋆˚࿔. sukuna rubbing his cock on your face MDNI

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

[chososprettygirl]

⡴ gojo cannot undo your bras for the life of him ⡴ suggestive/a little bit of boobs and grinding

every. single. time.

every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.

this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.

“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.

“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”

he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.

he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.

his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.

he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.

his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.

you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.

“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.

he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”

“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.

you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.

he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.

“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”

“can we just forget about this and let me fuck you?”

[t0jisbunny]

sukuna loves the taste of your period blood… ♡︎

(part of my trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series, more here)

"woman," sukuna says, announcing his presence as he enters your chamber.

you turn around, busy fastening your robes, not the least bit surprised at his sudden entrance. he had a thing for showing up at unexpected or inconvenient times. “yes?” you respond casually.

"you are bleeding," he says, two of his meaty arms crossed over his chest. he inhales the air deeply a couple more times, confirming his observation. "yes, kuna. i bleed every month," you say, utterly puzzled by what he was insinuating.

a hungry grin grows on his face. "let me see."

you shoot him a somewhat disgusted look, eyebrows furrowed, questioning exactly why he wanted to see the bloody mess down there. "no! it’ll disgust you — absolutely not."

sukuna’s grin doesn’t falter. in fact, it only grows. he had a habit of getting just what he wanted. he drinks in your reaction like it was entertainment, closing the distance between you in two effortless strides. "tch. you think a little blood between your thighs is going to repulse me?" he chuckles darkly.

"i want to see it."

you cheeks burn — he was asking something so intimate of you, you’re almost surprised you care due to the fact he’s seen every crevice of your body, every imperfection and insecurity.

your confidence was one of the things sukuna loved "tolerated" most about you. you knew that — even if most of it wasn’t real. so, you muster up some of that fake confidence, then perch on your bed, watching sukuna almost gleam with delight and curiosity.

he drops to his knees, spreading your supple thighs, completely unbothered by his position. you watch him gingerly as his lower pair of hands push your legs wider apart, the upper pair holding your hips down.

he removes the cloth from your underwear before tugging them down. the cool air brushes over your cunt, a warm trickle of blood seeping out from your entrance.

his grip on your thighs instantly tightens at the sight.

“well, look at that,” he grins, sharp canines on show. he trails one finger up your slit, collecting your blood before licking it off like it was a sort of delicacy. he hums lowly, savouring the taste of iron and something so uniquely you on his tongue. "delicious."

you barely had time to be embarrassed before sukuna’s long, wet tongue darts out to lick a firm stripe up your slit. he growls at the taste like it was consuming him, gripping your thighs tighter.

he hadn’t even bothered to close your door beforehand, allowing everyone to hear the lewd sounds of him devouring you like you were his last meal.

"k-kuna, you said you were just — nghmm — looking!" you protest weakly, yet you don’t attempt to push him away. not even close.

he swirls his tongue around your hole, thrusting it in and out like he couldn’t get enough. “that’s it, bleed on my tongue," he rasps, pulling away just enough to admire the pretty mess — blood, saliva and slick dripping from your hole.

it was filthy, messy, yet incredibly hot.

he removes his tongue momentarily, replacing it with two thick fingers, collecting more blood on his fingers before licking them clean.

“you’ll allow me to do this every month now, is that clear?" he rasps, allowing you some release by sucking your clit into his mouth, making you moan out sharply.

"…yes."

"good." he responds, burying his tongue back into your cunt once more.

a/n; was this too far or not far enough …

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