HI how was your new year?? 🥰 i hope u had a great time <33
this is a little specific but can i please have cock sucking yan mean dom scara?? 🥺 🥺 im thinking of a scene where hes had a really tiring day or hes just casually chilling around and we give him the sloppiest, obliterating, heaven-scent gawk gawk 3000 of his life 🤤 andand he'll praise us and say somth like "whats the occasion?" and we're jyst "nothing just felt like gagging on ur pretty cock <33" plspls and thank u!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻
my new years was great!! thank you for the request! i tried, it's been a while since i've written anything, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3 also, thank you guys for 1k followers!!
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
IN WHICH: scara's a popular streamer, so much so that he can't even give you a flicker of attention. when you catch him live one day, you decide to take matters into your own hands...
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scara was a popular streamer, his gaming skills, commentary, and his cocky, rude personality followed by his charming looks, brought him only the highest of attention. he's an internet celebrity, no doubt about that, so of course he's going to receive invasive fangirls that want nothing more than his attention, even if it's just him respond to their supa's with a snarky remark.
and as his girlfriend, you found yourself in a one-sided battle for his attention with said girls, even though they had absolutely no chance with him.
still, you couldn't help but feel as though they were the ones winning.
and that really bothered you. not only did you guys have to keep your relationship a secret from the public, but now he doesn't even look twice at you when you go out of your way to spend all day getting ready, just for at least some validation that he's still into you.
scara was in his streaming room, the light of his pc screens and keyboard being the only light illuminating this darkened room.
"he must not be using a webcam today." you thought to yourself as you peaked through the door.
scara, being the competitive guy he is, was way too focused on winning the game to even notice when you entered the room, making sure to quietly close the door behind you.
nor did he notice when you walked up behind him, reading all the desperate girls in his chat, increasing your jealousy ten fold.
you loosely wrapped your arms around him, causing him to flinch slightly. he muted his stream.
"get out." he didn't look up from his screen.
"i miss you..."
"i'm busy, you're gonna get me in trouble. so leave. i'll hang out with you when i'm done."
that was a lie. but you couldn't even respond, he unmuted his stream right away, made up a random excuse to his confused chat, and kept playing, as if you weren't even there.
but you weren't giving up, you had to win this one-sided battle, for the sake of your pride, and your man.
slowly kneeling down, you crawled underneath his desk, your hands trailing up, and down along his thighs as you slightly opened his legs.
scara stiffened at your touch, but ignored you nonetheless.
this only increased your need for him. you were gonna make him pay attention to you, and finally turn that damn stream off for good.
your hands traveled further up his thighs until they found themselves rested upon his bulge within his pants.
scara was in a heated match, he stopped his commentary for a moment as he bit his bottom lip softly, in a weak attempt at ignoring you once more.
noticing his reaction, you slowly slid your hand up and down that area through his pants, his cock now throbbing for more of your touch.
but he couldn't pause the game, or mute the stream yet. it would be too suspicious.
he took a deep breath before he looked down and gave you a glance of annoyance. you grinned and put your pinter finger over your lips in reply, signaling for him to keep quiet.
he clicked his tongue, irritated, but clearly turned on.
your hands slid underneath his the waistline of his sweatpants, revealing his full length of his hardened cock.
you licked your lips in anticipation, whilst scara's leg shook with anxiety.
"just relax." you said in a quiet, soft whisper.
before he knew it, your tongue slid across his shaft, making its way up, where your tongue circled around his pink tip.
his breath hitched. he missed a headshot.
"fuck." his tone was more breathy than usual.
your soft tongue kept sliding up and down against his shaft, getting it as wet as possible before you kissed his tip, before finally putting his length into your mouth.
he instantly moved his mic away from him and a soft, breathy moan escaped his lips, his head fell backward and he put his hand over his mouth.
his eyes being closed for a split second was enough to get him killed in the game, ending his match. his chat spammed, filled with confusion and suspicion.
you moved your head up and down as he let his cock shamelessly filll your mouth, using your hand to help what you couldn't fit in your mouth. your pace started off slow, and sensual.
he could handle that.
he took a few more deep breaths and gathered himself, going back to his mic.
"my bad, i had to do something--oooh"
your head bobbed faster up and down as you went down on him. your mouth and hand moving in a rhythm that sent a chill of pleasure down his spine.
he couldn't ignore this, he didn't even try to. he couldn't even get any words out to make up an excuse to his chat. his finger instantly hit the mute button as his hand took a handful of your hair, forcing you to take in more of his throbbing shaft.
he leaned back in his chair, moving you up and down his cock forcefully. his moans tuned from low, and deep to sharp, and high-pitched.
"fuck yeah...like that. just like that." his voice deep, raspy and completely breathless.
you kept going, not letting up. you could feel your eyes watering slightly as his length hit deep within your throat, causing you to almost gag slightly. but you didn't let up, your hand moving from his cock to the sides of his hips, your fingers digging deep into his skin as he face fucked you relentlessly.
his mouth hung agape, as he looked down at you, his half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open.
for the first time in a while, he wanted to see you. he paid attention to you.
what was he supposed to be doing right now? he forgot.
"ah- so good...fuck--- i'm so--"
his legs which shook with anxiety now shook with pleasure, and he couldn't get them to stop. his grip on your hair only tightened, you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
his harmonic moans sent a strike of pleasure through you, causing the area between your thighs to start aching.
"don't spit." he ordered.
scara failed at keeping his fingers interlocked with your hair for much longer as he leaned back in his chair, releasing a loud, sudden groan of your name. his white fluid filling up your mouth.
he stayed leaned back in his chair, his chest rising up and down heavily as his breath hitched with every exhale.
you kissed his tip and looked up at him with a grin of amusement as you licked your lips.
after a short while, scara cupped your chin firmly, pulling your face up to his level as he stared deeply into your eyes with a burning desire.
"what's the occasion? don't tell me you wanted my attention this bad..." he said with an cocky scoff.
leaning your face closer to his, you spoke. "nothing..."
you sat in a straddled position on his lap, pressing your body intimately against his, your voice becoming soft and sensual.
"i just missed gagging on my boyfriends pretty cock..."
been thinking about making an interactive story where you get to choose your own path for the following chapter, something like episode but tumblr edition... (it's most likely been done before)
but that means i'll have to write double the amount 😭.
IN WHICH: you're a picture perfect student who does nothing but study. he's a slacker who never misses a smoke sesh, but this time, you're invited.
contents- usage of marijuana
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the white haired boy always came late to class with nothing but a joint tucked inbetween his ear, or, some days if he's feeling extra studious, he'd replace it with a pencil. his bandaged hands were always empty, and fiddled with his red lighter under his desk in order to keep himself entertained as lecture continued.
so it was a great shock to you when after various amounts of awkward eye contact, he finally spoke to you, making an unexpected request.
"will you help me study?"
you were a straight A student, always the first one to finish tests, constantly studying in lab, and you never missed a day of class. maybe you were too good of a student and it caused you to lack friends, as your attention was always in the dimly lit screen of your laptop, hurrying to finish up an essay way before it's due date.
however, after some convincing, well more like, constant pestering from kazuha, you finally agreed.
you'd help him study at his place tonight.
that's what you agreed to anyway.
but what you didn't agree to was the high amount of awkward tension that arose between the two of you as he sat close to you, almost hovering over you as he "read" from your textbook.
"it's really not that difficult to understand. maybe let's revise it once more." you suggested, as you slowly scooted away from him.
he slightly threw his head down and let out an amused smirk at your rejection. "god, you read shit like this 24/7 while sober? i commend you." kazuha said, leaning his arm against the table as he turned his body to face you.
"well in what state am i supposed to study in? because it's certainly not drunk nor high." you sighed as you erased his math work, handing him the paper in order to redo it. "you got number 5 & 8 wrong."
he ignored your attempt at changing the topic. "you're always so caught up with your study, do you ever let loose?"
you stayed silent for a bit. you really haven't ever "let loose", you've never had time for it. but to you, it was a little lame, so you decided to lie. "yeah."
"liar."
"i'm not lying."
kazuha let out a small chuckle at your persistence. "so, you wouldn't mind rolling up right now then?"
"rolling up? uh, like, a joint?" you questioned, slightly raising your brow in suspicion.
"yeah. a joint. believe it or not, it'll help us focus a bit more. maybe i'll finally get question 5 right."
you were a bit taken aback by how casually he suggested smoking. it's not like you had anything against it but it just wasn't...you.
so you had no idea how you ended up actually considering it. i mean, exams were approaching, so you've been doing nothing but slaving yourself in the library, and as much as you hated to admit it. you were stressed beyond belief, and somehow, kazuha noticed this as well.
--maybe that's why you both ended up taking long drags of the blunt he'd rolled. with you coughing almost every time you pulled.
kazuha was nothing but amused right now. he wasn't expecting you to actually agree, and it was almost weird to him to see you like this. "so, how are you feeling?" he asked, ashing the blunt on the table before he took another pull.
"i feel okay, i guess." you lied once again. you were definitely feeling the effects of the weed. your mind that was once only filled with anxiety and stress of the next due date of your assignments was now at peace, and you were definitely more aware of your surroundings.
and you couldn't help but notice just how attractive this slacker was.
the red streak on his bangs contrasted his platinum white hair that was tied into a messy half up half down updo, but enhanced his deep red eyes that looked down at the blunt placed inbetween his lips as he relit it.
he finally spoke again as he was able to relight the blunt, taking a long pull and blowing it almost directly in your face. "wanna feel even better?" his voice was low, as sultry as the corners of his mouth curved into a mischievous smirk.
"like, how?"
kazuha placed his free hand on your thigh, slowly running it further up to your inner thigh as he leaned himself close to you, his marijuana scented breath tickling your neck as he spoke.
"allow me to help you relieve some stress."
kazuha looked back at you, his usual softly hued red eyes now burnt with lust as he watched you, awaiting your response.
you were silent for a while, as the blunt burned slowly in his fingers, the smoke seemed to be the only thing that moved as everything else seemed perfectly still.
kazuha took another pull of the blunt that had significantly shortened in size. but this time, he didn't inhale it fully, he kept it in his mouth, moving the smoke side to side before he grabbed your chin, pulling your face only centimeters away from his.
he slightly opened his mouth, the smoke now more dense as it lingered within. you were slightly confused as you copied his movements, hesitantly opening yours as well.
kazuhas lips grazed against yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth, this caught you off guard, but you inhaled it nevertheless.
he didn't move his face away from yours as you inhaled the smoke. instead, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. the taste of mint mixed with the marijuana that lingered on his tongue intoxicated you, causing you to return the kiss.
you slightly opened your mouth, allowing his soft tongue to enter, intertwining with yours as the kiss deepened and became more erotic. he pressed his body against yours further, pushing you down onto the couch.
kazuha was laying now on top of you, his hand still gripping your thigh as he slowly moved it up and down in a sensual manner. whilst his other hand still holding the blunt that was still lit.
your soft moan of pleasure and the way you interlocked your fingers into the back of his head, gripping a handful of his hair, pushing his lips deeper into yours seemed to be his turning point as he put out the blunt by pressing his against the table, refusing to break the kiss.
"you've ever been kissed like this?" his lips grazing against yours as he spoke.
"...no."
he seemed to have liked this answer as you felt his cold fingers tease your skin when he slipped his hand under your shirt and under your bra, kissing you once more, biting and sucking your tongue every time it entered his mouth.
the tension between you two was only rising as the kiss became more intimate. your body which rose in temperature was fully pressed against his, and you could feel him harden against you.
kazuha bit your bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss, his hand still caressing your thigh in a suggestive manner.
you took a deep breath as you looked at him, and the awkwardness that was once there was now replaced by high sexual tension that pervaded throughout the room.
"i'll take you up on that offer." you finally answered.
Ik this may sound silly but I really struggle with coming up with smut scenarios especially for longer fics so I was wondering if u have any tips bc I really like ur work :)
not silly at all! i think i've already answered this to some extent here :)) i hope it's at least a little helpful to you !!
Just wanted to say that your writing has watered my crops, fed the five thousand, stopped AI from taking over the world, and on the whole is scrumptious and I devour it like a starved man.
Thank you for your work!! Eagerly awaiting the next one you decide to put out.
LMFAO.
YAY! I'm so glad u love my writing so much LIKE MY HEARTTTT HELLO 😭😭 <333 things such as this keep me motivated to keep writing so thank you so much!!
I definitely had a hiatus but i'm back now?? i think. maybe. possibly.
- IN WHICH: xiao’s in a relationship with your best friend, but for some reason, you just can’t keep your hands off of him— and he’s not one to deny you.
- contents; nsfw, cheating, car sex, oral sex, use of alcohol/drunk driving
a/n: i'm reposting this bc i changed up some things!!
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it didn't take much for xiao to let go of the gear he so firmly held with his right hand to start unbuckling his pants. you began to let your mind wander as you watched as his long, skinny fingers so effortlessly loosen his belt. however, your daydreaming came to a sudden halt as xiao softly grabbed you by your neck, pulling you only a breath away from him, his soft lips tickling against yours as he exhaled.
and if it wasn't for the unfriendly words that he spoke so coldly to you, it had to have been the ginger scented cologne that rested upon his tatted neck that intoxicated you, leaving you to yearn for more of his touch.
"at any moment, this light is going to turn green again. so hurry up show me just how much you claim to want me." he hummed, softly running his hand along your neck.
for the first time ever you wanted to thank lumine for being such a bitch. if it wasn't for her leaving you at the gas station with nothing but her words of "find your own way home", you'd still be in her car, arguing with her about her toxic relationship, or, at least what's left of it.
or maybe you wanted to thank xiao for craving the thrill of getting back at lumine for her numerous acts of cheating.
though xiao put on a nonchalant front, he was nothing but weary when it came to betraying said relationship. lumines grip on him was strong, however, a few shared alcoholic drinks and a drunken ride home where nothing but sexual tension followed by small confession of "i want you" seemed to have loosened her grip on his heart as it became clouded by desire.
--and he just couldn't say no.
xiao didn't have to agree verbally when his sharp yet, lustful glance at you, that caused him to slightly swerve off his lane said more than words ever could. xiao anxiously bit his bottom lip waiting for the chance where he could finally act upon his selfish desires. there was still a long way to go until the two of you reached home, and he was starting to grow impatient. that's why when the street light beamed a red hue, you were going to show him just how much you claimed to want him.
xiao's cock throbbed as you slowly rang your tongue up and down his veiny shaft. he leaned his head back, letting out a long, slow breath as you finally took it all in with your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip as you went down on him. you used one hand to stroke what you couldn't fit into your mouth and the other to put your hair behind your ear.
xiao quickly moved your hand away from your hair, "focus on sucking me off." he said, gripping your hair as he bobbed your head up and down his lengthy cock, causing you to almost gag. "take it all in."
soon enough, you began to come into rhythm with his fast pace causing xiao close his eyes and let out a breathless curse, "fuck."
truth be told, he couldn't stop thinking about your confession. "i want you" rang over and over in his head the entire car ride, and he didn't quite know why. even though his relationship with your best friend was anything but perfect, he still liked lumine. so how?
how did he become seduced by her drunken best friend?
xiaos erotic hums and pants of pleasure were paused as your phone began to ring loudly, buzzing and shaking in your seat. he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he turned it off for you, throwing it in the backseat of the car. "don't stop...just keep going and don't worry...about it..."
it lumine was calling you, but that's not who he wanted to think about right now. what he wanted, was to face fuck her best friend that shamelessly sucked him off like a slut.
his half lidded eyes stared down at you as he watched you slow down your pace as made your way back to the tip, teasing your tongue around it before going back down his cock. his slow breaths suddenly became hitched and his moans tuned a high pitch, because for some reason—
the thought of him cheating on lumine turned him on even more.
"shit...fuck...I'm gonna—" xiao's grip on your hair loosened as his slurred words harmonized with his soft moans before you felt his cock twitch along your tongue as he let out his pent up tension in your mouth. you swallowed as his warm fluid instantly filled you up, leaving what you couldn't swallow to drip slowly down his cock.
"if you're going to swallow, do it right. take all of it." you watched as he slid his thumb along his shaft, swiping up all of what spilled, forcing his finger inside your mouth, making you to finish swallowing what you failed to before.
"...good." xiao cooed, as he removed his thumb from your mouth, slightly gliding it across your bottom lip. his touch lingered and you wouldn't help but wonder what lips would taste like clashed against yours. you wanted to go further, being unsatisfied with just having a part of him.
you now wanted all of him.
with xiao fixing himself back to his original position, the red light flickered to bright green and with that, the moment you two shared was over. the silence that was once broken with xiao's harmonic moans now lingered within the car, leaving the breeze from your open window to fulfill what words couldn't.
the next morning you were abruptly awoken by lumine rocking you back and forth in bed, only furthering your massive headache. she apologized profusely for abandoning you last night, before she questioned you on your whereabouts.
you decided to tell her you got a cab home and she dropped the topic, instead now inviting you out to lunch.
"oh, by the way--" she stopped in her tracks as she walked out your room, reaching inside her jacket pocket, pulling out the phone you had mistakenly left in xiao's car the night before.
(your writing style is beautiful and one would like to have advice if possible ^^)
ahh!! tysm for ur kind words my heart <333
i’ll try to give the best advice, although i don’t know if it’ll be quite helpful
honestly, i learned how to write smut, from reading smut LOL (also experience). i’d say find a writer who’s writing style you really enjoy, read a few of their fics, and try writing your own!! whenever i read something i really liked, it gives me inspiration to write my own work :) what im about to say is super cliche, but it’s true i promise—
practice makes perfect!
keep writing, keep jotting down little ideas you have, and keep taking in similar media and im sure you’ll get the hang of it ^^
again, thank you a lot and i hope to not disappoint with my upcoming works!!
- IN WHICH: you’re a touch starved vampire, who just can’t seem to keep her fangs to herself…
nsfw/suggestive
(i wrote this very quick as the idea just popped into my head, so it’s not profread!!)
you were eternally grateful for the friends you had, after all, they let you relentlessly suck their blood when needed. or more like, when you wanted. were you going to die if you went a day or two without human blood? no. could you have easily suck the blood of an animal? yes. but human blood just tasted oh so much better, especially when it came from them.
they felt special whenever you’d ask for a taste, little did they know, they were one of many, and you were just getting started.
KAZUHA
never failed to grasp the back of your head as you dove your fangs into his soft, delicate skin, grabbing a handful of your hair as he threw his head back in pain. his refreshing cederwood scented cologne intoxicating your nostrils everytime you released your breath to drink more. he was never hesitant about you taking his blood, especially when he knew you craved it, because, he craved you just as much. and you knew this as he made no effort to hide his soft moans that would shamelessly escape his lips, praising you, and begging you to take more, “mmgh k-keep going— take as much as you need—more…more…“ he couldn’t deny that it hurt, when you so hungrily devoured him, as if he was nothing more than another evening snack. however, he also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it, maybe a bit more than he should. sometimes he’d find himself interrupting you to shift his positions, as to hide his growing erection when you’d swirl your tongue around his neck, making sure to take every last drop.
XIAO
was more of the aloof type, never one to show his emotions in public. his voice was always nothing but stern and his tone was cold. sometimes talking to him gave you chills, and you’d be left wondering if the two of you were really friends. that’s why you found yourself often begging for him to share his blood to you in public, causing him to break his cold nature. and unfortunately for him, he couldn’t deny your puppy dog eyes as he’d scuff and grab your hand, leading the two of you to the closest bathroom. your favorite part about him besides his neck, was his arms, so firm and muscular, his veins often popping out as he grabbed your waist, forcefully digging his fingers into your skin as to not make a sound when you’d suck his blood. if he wasn’t biting his bottom lip until he bled, he’d find himself slipping, letting out low pitched hums, groans, and curses. that’s when he couldn’t deny it any longer, he needed you to give him more than just your fangs, he wanted your whole body, “fuck, fuck, — i can’t— just make it quick— before i…”
HEIZOU
was the most needy, with most times instead of you asking him to take his blood, it’d be him asking you. no matter the place, time, or event, heizou wouldn’t fail to beg you to take him right then and there, teasing you by wearing loose fitting clothing, rubbing his neck continuously and playing it off by saying he’s “hurt” and “needs assistance”, and most of all, touching you directly. he’d teasingly slowly rub on your thigh up and down , just to make his way up your shirt, fondling your breasts as kissed you deeply, swirling his tongue along your fangs. “come on…don’t you wanna suck my blood? just a little…please..” breaking off from the kiss, he’d stick out his tongue that was stained red with his blood that escaped when it pricked your sharpened tooth, winking as he toyed with you. he knew what he was doing, and he knew he would always be the victor because you couldn’t resist your urges. and you’d be taking much more than “a little” because more than you craved his blood, you craved to hear his needy pleads beg you to stop, in which you wouldn’t, because that’s what he asked for, right?
SCARAMOUCHE
was the best at saying the opposite of what he wanted. constantly pleading with you to get off of him, and to “go ask someone else”, yet, whenever you’d agree to follow through with his demands, you found yourself continuing to feast on his sweet blood as he firmly held your head in place, deeply rooted in his cold neck. scaramouche dreaded the nights where he’d be unable to sleep without you coming to claim what was yours. his pride was too large to ever ask of you to suck his blood, or for him to even agree to the idea. so he loved it when you’d force yourself upon him, digging your claws into his hair as you sprawled on top of him, like a crazed hunter who’s found its prey, leaving him helpless at your embrace. his denial turned to silence, then turned into sensual whines, him trying his very best to conceal his pleasure by biting his hand as his usual pale complexion hued red. “aah—aah—aah—stop- stop- it really…really…feels…” you loved making him crumble before you, and one day, you were going to make him scream for more. scaramouche, so high and mighty, being knocked off his pedestal by a persistent vampire who wants nothing more than his blood.
- IN WHICH: the parents identity of the kid you babysit has always been a mystery. that was until one late night where his drunken father comes home a little earlier than usual…
contents: NSFW!! sneaky sex, mentions/use of alcohol, gojo is a manipulative whore but at least he’s rich
honestly, you weren't quite fond of kids, especially when it came to taking care of them. but when you saw how much this babysitting job offered, you felt your eyes turn into dollar signs as you accepted.
and that's how you became megumi's babysitter. he was a quiet, well-behaved kid who only sometimes carried a cocky attitude. due to his stoic nature, he always got into fights at the park which resulted in you threatening to call his father as a scare tactic. though, he was never frightened, and it made you realize that you've never seen this kids parents.
you were always curious as to who his parents were to even be able to afford a house this expensive. but you never asked, after all, he was just a kid and you decided not to peer into his private life.
the only thing you did know was that megumi only ever spoke about his father, and it was never anything good. sometimes, you'd get uneasy about how much his father reminded you of your ex.
so one could only imagine your confusion when that same man drunkenly stood, or, his attempt at it, before you.
“seriously gojo, you pre-called a girl over to your house? you’re such a whore.” said the black haired friend, who struggled to keep gojo standing on both legs. gojo refused to look up, more like, he couldn’t. he found comfort in drooping his head to stare at the floor. “no it’s…baby…sitter…” he slurred.
“oh that’s right, you did hire one to take care of megumi didnt you?” the man raised a brow as he eyed you up and down. “though, you do look strangely familiar.”
you felt stupid as to not recognize who he was at first glance, after all he didn’t change much besides the fact that his jet black hair was now in a half up bun, instead of a full bun. “geto.” you finally spoke. “it’s been a while.”
“ah! i remember now, you’re gojo’s ex!” geto exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “wow, what are the chances that you of all people got hired to babysit the kid. unless, he did that on purpose—“
that sentence sobered gojo up almost instantly, losing his balance as he pushed himself off of geto. “alright, thanks again for giving me a hand but i’ve got it from here. bye bye!” giving no time for geto to respond with anything but a concerned stare, gojo slammed the door in geto’s face, leaning against it for support as he turned to you, smiling eerily.
“let’s talk.”
“drink some water and at least attempt to sober up before you even think about speaking to me.”
to your surprise, he did just that and now three water glasses later you were willing to hear what he has to say. “geto was right, wasn’t he? so why do that just to avoid me? if anything, i should be the one avoiding you."
gojo leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling whilst listening to you question him. to him, it felt like an interview. "i dunno."
you sighed. "this was never getting anywhere i don't know why i wasted my time."
"--i guess i just missed you, and i wanted you around." gojo looked at you, his glacial eyes piercing through yours. "when i saw your application, i refused to even consider anybody else. it had to be you. originally, i was just going to keep you for a week to see you but-"
gojo cupped your chin, forcing you to give your full attention to him. "-i've grown fond of the way you treat megumi so i let you stay." his eyes slightly squinted as he smiled, "and i've also grown fond of you as well-- again."
gojo held your face as his soft lips met yours, causing you to grab his wrist in shock. even though you hated him, you found yourself melting into the kiss as his hands made their way to your waist causing your shirt to lift. the cold surface of the table island you leaned against contrasted the heat that built up as the kiss intensified.
however, as your tongues began to intertwine you could taste nothing but the alcohol that lingered within. he drank more than you thought, as even after downing 3 glasses of water he was still tainted by whiskey.
"i miss you" wasnt gojo talking, it was his dick talking.
breaking off from the kiss, you slapped him. hard.
with everything that's happened in the past, to the events that unfolded tonight, a slap was the least you wanted to do. "do you miss me? or do you just miss not having a girl to cheat on?”
you were over it and the only thing you could think about was how difficult it would be finding a new job after quitting this one.
gojo grabbed your hand, forcefully turning you around. his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he spoke. “double.”
you tensed.
“i’ll pay you double from now on. just stay, for a while more.” he started to slowly kiss at your neck, as if he was waiting for the “ok” to move further.
thoughts of regret ran through your mind as you rested your hand upon the back of his neck, pushing his soft lips deeper into you, where he sucked and kissed until you were stained red. “damn, i forgot how good you taste.” he cooed.
the pleasure caused you to let down your guard. he held both hands behind your back, pushing you face down on the counter. “i’m not good with words so—“
“i’ll show you how much i missed you by fucking you.”
gojo hummed a different tune as his usual short, snide sentences tuned into deep and breathy pants as he pounded his cock into you mindlessly. one hand holding your head down on the counter and the other gripping your waist as he quickened his pace, hitting all the right places.
he would roughly bite the inside of his lip, hoping to quiet himself. but every now and then he’d suck his teeth and follow up with a “fuck- i can’t-“ as he’d lean into you, his liquor scented breath tickling the inside of your ear as you could do nothing but listen to his shaky moans that cursed and praised you.
“ah—you really- just feel so...so good. god.”
and so you tried to follow by also biting down as to not be heard, but quickly failed when he began to press down on your lower stomach, feeling his cock pump deeply in and out of you. your attempted silence breaking when you felt a knot forming in your stomach causing a high pitched gasp escape your mouth. “ah…gojo…i’m—“
he quickly threw one hand over your mouth, muffling your sounds. “shh shh i know…so you’d better quiet down, we don’t want megumi waking up do we?” he planted kisses along your neck as he continued to roughly pound into you, but those kisses soon turned erotic as he would bite and suck on your neck to not release moans when he felt you grab a handful of his hair as you released onto his throbbing cock.
giving you no time for recovery, he continued fucking into your sensitive cunt, his strokes becoming sloppier, his breaths pitching higher, and his grip on you loosening. “shit- i’m so- i’m so close…”
with his mind on a high, gojo gave up with trying to cover your lewd noises, moving his hand from your mouth to grasp at your hair, your moans filling the kitchen.
gojo knew you despised him, that much was obvious since the moment you two called it quits, and he thought he was fully over you as well. however, when he’d see the lengths you’d go through to ignore and spite him, the only thing he wanted to do since was fuck the hate out of you.
now, years later, he’s finally able to see you as a mess beneath him, whoring yourself out for a only couple extra bucks.
or maybe— you missed him just as much.
gojo grabbed your face, kissing you deeply, his moans harmonizing with yours as he pulled out, cum dripping down from your ass and onto your legs.
you spent the next minute trying to catch your breath. meanwhile, gojo stood perfectly fine.
“so—” he finally spoke, teasing your dripping folds in anticipation for more.
"how do you feel about your pay being tripled instead?"
covering your face out of embarrassment, you slowly nodded your head.
"good." gojo continued sliding his lengthy fingers in between your folds as he whispered in your ear. "by the way--"
"you still have a babysitting job to do later today~"
idk how many people will see this but i just have to say THANK YOU for all the love & support everyone has given me on my fics, like genuinely
when i first posted my camboy scara fic i didnt expect anyone to see it, so you could only imagine my surprise when i saw it had over 1k likes...
not to mention all the reblogs, inbox questions (that i will answer i promise) and replies!! it really does make my day seeing people interact with my content <33
i hope you all continue to support me as i keep posting !!
OH and one last thing~
there's a gojo fic in the works that should be posted tomorrow so keep an eye out :DD
Might be too early...but any plans on a continuation of two-faced? 👉👈
i'm happy you enjoyed it!! (:
at the moment, i do not have plans with a continuation of two-faced. honestly im not proud of it as i kinda rushed to put it out 😭 BUT this could change in the future (if i don't rewrite it all together)
