SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
summary: your life was perfect… perfect boyfriend (an impending proposal) perfect life, until it all comes crashing down. your scummy boyfriend leaves you for Harvard Law school?? saying he needs someone “less” blonde and more serious in his future :| guess you’ll just have to go to Harvard law to get him back! shouldn’t be that hard right? only now he’s engaged?! and you happen to meet a very handsome TA who happens to also be so so sooo dreamy and sweet…
pairing: emmet!hiromi x elle!reader
word count: 13.5k roughly…
content: MDNI, legally blonde au! fem!reader, mentions of female anatomy, minimal use of y/n, blonde/slightly ditzy reader kinda, he falls first she falls harder trope, slow burn, lots of world building, lots of unnecessary dialogue, bad academia mentioned sorry xx, naoya cameo (sorry), some canon divergence bc i say so, vivian is the fiancé bc I’m not subjecting any jjk girlies to him, fluff, some terms of endearment (sweetheart, honey, baby), eventual smut, !! dry humping, piv, handjob, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected piv (be safe), creampie, belly bulge, multiple positions?
extra: art credits - @mizuart_bolillo @hunnismokah
18+ minors no not interact!
Everything about tonight is perfect, it has to be. Perfectly curated date dress (this is the date, it has to be perfect). Dress pink and sparkly, hugging your figure just right. Spaghetti straps. Short hem hugging the plump curve of your ass. Skin tight perfection, accentuating every curve. A borderline scandalous v neck. Glitzy strappy pink heels, elongating your legs juuusst right. Oh, of course perfectly voluminous hair (not a curl out of place). And the finishing touch… the makeup you’d spent hours perfecting. The exact shade of lipgloss he likes, plump and pink. The prettiest pink blush… volumising lashes! to create that pretty doe eyed fluttery look. Everything about you tonight was thought out with him in mind. What he likes.
Oh, and of course the restaurant he’d picked was just perfect! Apparently Madonna dines here! There are these gorgeous warm toned fairy lights twinkling throughout the space. Gentle piano music played somewhere nearby. Round tables covered with cloud white tablecloths. Candles and rose vases are centered on every table. It’s just so romantic! This is the perfect proposal destination. The place is packed tonight, other couples nearby enjoying each other's quiet company. It’s a gentle atmosphere filled with quiet conversations, flushed cheeks and adoring looks.
Of course he’d choose such a romantic place to propose! He’d waited long enough… The anticipation is just eating you up. He just had lunch with his grandma for Christ's sake! She flew in! Obviously to hand deliver the ring (how thoughtful). 4 years together and now it’s finally time. It’s been bliss. Especially lately he’s been attached at the hip. Never without his hands on you. It’s honestly been a bit exhausting, but of course he’s been more affectionate… what else would a man do before he proposes. You’re just the picture of the perfect couple. Respective presidents of your sorority/frat. Typical white picket fence couple, collage sweethearts to be. It’s just so cliche but you wouldn’t want it any other way! And all of your girls just knew a proposal was on its way! They’ll want to see the ring later tonight.
It’s not until you’ve had your fill of the wine, mind pleasantly hazy. Meal nearly done. When finally he starts talking, a smug grin on his face. “Pooh bear, there’s something important I want to talk to you about… one of the reasons I wanted to come here tonight was to discuss our future.” Your lashes flutter, straightening up. Pushing your shoulders back, internally grinning when his gaze flickers down to your exposed plump chest. Locking in to this moment, this is it! “I am perfectly amenable to that discussion.” Fingers curling under your chin, staring directly into his eyes.
“Good. Well, you know how we’ve been having all kinds of fun lately?”, nodding along, “Yes.”
“It’s about time I start getting serious about my life. I’m going to Harvard Law in the fall and… it’s about time I started thinking about settling down. My family expects it of me.” Tears start to sprinkle your waterline, palms turning clammy, chest exploding with butterflies, massive smile slowly taking over your glossed lips. Answer at the ready.
“I plan on running for office one day. So If I’m going to be a senator by the time I’m thirty I need to stop dicking around. And well if I’m going to be a senator… I need to marry a Jackie. Not a Marylin.” A record screeches to a halt somewhere in the distance. Wait what? Your brows slowly start to crease, smile faltering. That doesn’t make sense, this isn’t how you start a proposal… What does that even mean? Heart stuttering in your chest.
“Naoya… what are you talking about?” Confusion lacing your tone, head tilting, bouncy curls following.
“I’m talking about us Pooh bear, you know I love you but I need to start planning for my future and what my family expects of me.” Sly grin turning his face from one you recognise to something foreboding.
“Wait, what is this? Are you not proposing?” Your glossy lips turn down completely now. Breath caught in your throat.
“Oh Pooh bear, I can’t marry you…” he drawls. Faux frown on his face, voice laced with condescension. “You’re not serious marriage material. We’ve had fun together but my family would never let me marry someone like you. You’re not serious marriage material. You were just some fun before all the responsibilities and expectations I’ll have at Harvard.” He finishes. Not an ounce of remorse or regret in his cruel words. Just smug indifference. That makes you pause. Heart literally shattering into a million pieces.
“Someone like me? Not serious marriage material?! What is going on… are you- are you seriously dumping me?” Voice raising slightly coming out broken. Now the tears really start. 4 years. 4 perfect years together and he decides you’re not serious enough for him! It was just some fun. What the fuck is happening right now.
Sobs start leaving erratically now. Shoulders jumping with their impact. Mascara streaking down your previously perfectly done face… and to make things worse people start looking at the very obvious scene unfolding. Stares filled equally with pity and disgust. Dumping you at a romantic restaurant. Seriously!?
“So what! Am I too blonde? Are my boobs too big?!” You burst out between sobs. Trying miserably to make sense of his drastic change of mind.
“Oh pooh bear… shhh don’t cry please. Let’s not make a scene.” He’s looking around at the other people in the restaurant skeptically as he tries to reason with you.
“Bad salad.” He says to the couple at the table next to you.
Stumbling up from your seat you snatch your purse and all but burst out of there, tugging on the hemline of your dress trying not to trip over your own feet. The only thought going through you right now is to get out of here as quickly as you can. Before you break down completely on the sidewalk.
A few minutes later you’re sniffling as you walk (limp) down the street, a car slows down by you and without looking you know who it is. Turning slightly and there he is. Arm hanging over the side of that stupid convertible daddy probably paid for, lips pulled down in a cruel frown. Eyes swirling with mirth.
“Cmon Pooh bear, let me take you home.”
“No.”
“Cmon you’ll ruin your shoes…” Honestly you would just walk if it weren’t… 30 minutes away, and he is right… in these shoes? So reluctantly you nod.
The silence stretches broken every now and then by your sniffles. Upon arrival at Delta Nu, you can’t even look at him. Just sniffling quietly trying to control your sobs until you’re alone. You’re ruining your makeup!
“Look Pooh bear, I wish this wasn’t how it had to be. You know how I feel about you. But I have to marry someone serious, smart, elegant… and you’re just not that.” Okay ouch. The undermining is astounding. Who is he to say you’re not smart or serious or elegant!
You can’t even say anything to him right now so you just leave. By the time you’re at the door he’s already gone.
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The state your poor room has succumbed to over the past few days is downright deplorable. Curtains blocking out any natural form of light. The only illumination you’ve been receiving comes from glaring tv across from you. The floor looking like a tornado of chaos and dirty tissues has swept through your space. Chocolate wrappers cover your bed among the fluffy blankets and old clothes, creating a safe cocoon for your borderline malnourished person to rot away in. Watching sappy romcoms probably wasn’t the best idea… “Cmon babe you’ve gotta get up, let’s go do something! Why don’t we go shopping or… get our nails done? That always cheers you up!” Some of your girls have been trying to get you out of your room for days now… you just shake your head and sink deeper into the plush mess you’re moulded to.
“I don’t feel like shopping or manicures right now… I just want Noaya back.” Sobs erupting again. You try to ignore the sympathetic frowns thrown your way. A clean tissue presented to you. You were with him for 4 years. Your most susceptible years. Of course this hurts. How can you not be serious enough for him after 4 years… Why did he need a Jackie and not a Marylin? And! Who’s to say you’re not a Jackie!
Brows furrowed you’re picking at chocolates covering you again, only taking small bites of each. Because that means it doesn’t count! How can you be serious enough for him? You seriously like shopping! And your girls and of course bruiser! Regardless. You don’t have much time to get Naoya back… he’ll be heading off to Harvard in the fall. If only you could go with him. It would be so fun. Wait… That’s it! You just have to go with him! Both girls gasp as you suddenly spring up out of your bed. Hair sticking in every direction, crazed smile taking over your face, eyes wide as saucers.
“I know how to get him back! I just have to go to Harvard with him?!” Honestly this is the best idea you’ve had in a while! Your girls look stunned. Both speechless at your outburst and… confused. “How are you going to do that..?” Uncertainty lacing their intermingling voices.
“I just have to get into Harvard law before graduation, should be easy enough!” You’ve got a 4.0GPA and a dream. Who cares if your grades are from all your fashion classes…
The next few months of your life are full of studying. No more parties… no more distractions. You’re more dedicated than you’ve ever been before. Often exhausted from the long… torturous hours of reading, but it’s all for a good cause! Your professors have all seemed so surprised with your newfound tenacity… and an interest in Harvard? You aren’t sure why. What is so surprising about someone realising they want to attend an Ivy League institution… All that’s left to do is submit your Harvard video essay and absolutely smash that LSAT! And if you do say so yourself that video essay was perfect! It really makes an impression. Featuring an incredible shot of you in your tiniest bikini…
“Aaand done. Pencil down.” This is it! your practice test for the LSAT and thank god your girls are being so helpful! Timing you to the exact second you’ll need to be done. “…143. I’m sorry babe but you need a 175 to pass…” the solemn looks around don’t deter you. You just need to study harder before the real thing!
“It’s here!!! Where is she?” All the yells and chatter downstairs have your ears perking up. Descending the stairs you see… all your girls huddled around holding something? A letter. The letter. The LSAT results!
Perfect 179… you’re going to Harvard!!
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The campus is so cute! Georgian brick architecture. Gorgeous fall leaves cascading from the surrounding oak. The joy is clear on your face to any passing students, your grin magnetic. Your outfit is perfectly pink. Hair bouncing as you sashay up the stairs of your new home. This is going to be so fun!
“Bruiser, how do I look?” Twirling in front of your pup showing him your perfectly curated outfit for your first day. Hair is up in a bouncy pony, cascading strands framing your face. Makeup flawless. Glossy lips. Smart flannel patterned blazer. Dark pencil skirt hugging plush thighs. Smart heels. And some fake tortoiseshell glasses you found that complete the whole smart lawyer to be look!
Squinting up at the bulletin board. Okay so it’s actually hard to see in these glasses… “Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me?” Turning to see Naoya. The shock is evident on his face. After a moment his gaze turns from incredulous to drags up and down your form, lingering on your chest.
“No, silly. I go here!” You’re all smiles and excitement upon seeing him again. This is just so perfect now you’ll get back together and everything will be perfect again. His eyes blow wide and his mouth gapes. “You? You go here. Harvard?” He sounds stunned… tone unbelieving. But that’s probably because he wasn’t expecting to see you!
“Mhm! Isn’t this so great! We’ll get to see each other all the time.” Your eyes twinkle up at him, smile gleaming. Expecting him to be happy you’re here. “This must be a mistake. There’s no way you could get into Harvard Law.” He all but sneers at you. Not at all excited to see you… it seems the opposite. That makes you frown, this is not a mistake. You got in because of your own hard work!
“What. Like it’s hard?” Head tilted girlishly. Gracing him with a smile he doesn’t really deserve right now. He blanches at you, absolutely speechless. You’re just about to start up again when a hand slithers over his shoulder… a hand adorning a very massive diamond ring on it. Then she comes into view. Brunette. Preppy. Kind of plain. She’s wearing a tight smile as she squeezes her claws into his shoulder. “Who’s this?” Eyes narrowed at you.
“Oh this is a friend from collage…” he offers quickly. What. The. Fuck. A friend?! Not the girl you were with intimately for 4 years up until very recently!
“This is Vivian… my Fiancè.” The world stops. Fiancé? Your mouth gapes eyes tracing between them urgently, surely this is a joke. He couldn’t have moved on that quick… could he? It’s only been a few months.
“O-oh well that’s great! I’ve gotta get going, I don't want to be late on my first day.” Yeah fuck that you need to get out of there. Turning and strutting away with as much dignity as you could muster right now. Forcing the tears back. Let’s just focus on getting through the day and then later you can wallow in self pity…
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Stumbling out into the open courtyard you spot a few benches near a big old oak tree, all but collapsing onto it. Bursting into tears your shoulders shake as you bury your head into your hands. Small sniffles leave you. Okay maybe Harvard is going to be harder than you first thought… On top of the crappy day you’re already having, your professor decided to chew you out in front of the whole class! How are you expected to just know things? On the first day? You’re here to learn! A smooth masculine voice cuts through your internal turmoil like a beaming light.
“Excuse me. Are you okay?” Tear streaked face turning toward the voice. You open your mouth to reply and oh! Oh wow… Next to you is a man. Very tall. Lean. Broad shoulders. Long legs. Wearing a mouth-wateringly frame flattering dark suit. His hair is gorgeous. Short, well-kept, dark chocolate-brown hair. All wind swept and pushed back like he’d been running his fingers through it, a few stringy strands hanging over his forehead. And his eyes, oh my god they are mesmerising. Downturned puppy eyes that probably look perpetually tired. Chocolate gaze, so dark it’s nearly black. His brows furrowed slightly in concern. His cheekbones are to die for! And that nose. Is it Hawk or Roman? Doesn’t really matter, you suppose. It’s distracting either way!
Realising he’s waiting for your answer, “oh, um. Yeah. Do they put you on the spot like that all the time?” Your sniffles subsided a little. “The professors? Yeah, they, they tend to do that. Socratic method.” He answers, mouth turning up slightly by the corner.
“So if they don’t like the answers, they’ll just kick you out?” You ask brows turning up.
“So you have Stormwell, huh?”
“Yes! Did she do that to you, too?”
Clearing his throat, “No. But she did make me cry once. Not in class, I waited til I got back to my dorm… but she’ll kick you right in the ball- or wherever. But, yeah. She’s tough. Really tough.” Offering you a small smile.
“Great.”
Turning to you he continues, “But don’t worry, it gets better. Who else do you have?”
“I have Callahan, Royalton, and Leviathal.” You offer softly.
“Yeah.. let’s see, speak up in Callahan’s class. He really likes people who are opinionated.”
“Okay.” You nod along. Listening intently.
“And in Royalton’s class… try to get a seat near the back. He tends to spit when he talks about product liability.” That causes a soft laugh to leave you, eyes crinkling. He smiles back at you softly. It’s quiet for a moment. Just staring at each other.
“And, uh, for Leviathal, make sure you read the footnotes, cause that’s where he gets a lot of his exam questions from.”
“Right. Wow. I’m really glad I met you” smile brighter now. This handsome stranger was being so nice… the first person to treat you with some kindness here. You give him a big grin that he mirrors. A comfortable silence stretches. Fall breeze. The sun is shining. It’s nice.
“Hey.” Someone tries to break the bubble. Completely unnoticed.
“Are you a third year?” You ask the nice stranger.
“Well-“ he’s cut off abruptly.
“Hey. Y/n.” Naoya.
Turning slowly. “Uh, hi.” You answer wearily, having been rudely interrupted. “Can I help you Naoya?” He gapes slightly.
“I wanted to talk to you…” he offers with a tight lipped smile, eyeing the handsome man next to you.
“Oh well. I’m good, but thank you. I’m actually in the middle of something.” Leaving no room for argument you turn back to the man next to you. Smiling uncomfortably. Naoya just stands there for a minute, seething.
“I’m y/n by the way, and you are…?” Smiling brighter now. He eyes the retreating Naoya, then turns back to you slightly confused.
“Higuruma, Hiromi.” You outstretch your manicured hand between you promoting him to shake your hand… his larger hand enveloping yours completely. Charming smile returning to his lips.
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You’re catching the gawking stares of everyone you pass. “Nice costume party.” You scowl at Vivian. Stood in the living room of some party she invited you to, under the guise that it was a costume party. It most certainly is not. While you’re all dolled up in a scandalous pink playboy bunny costume the rest of the party goers are in casual attire.
You thought you had made some progress with Vivian, turns out she’s still a conniving little bitch that’s out to get you. Although you do look good… hair half up, half down. Glowy makeup. Pink floppy bunny ears. Pink fishnets. Pink pumps… and of course the pink bunny outfit consisting of a corset and a fluffy little tail. Fine. If she wants to play games, you’ll play games.
Ignoring her snickers and fake apology you’re off to find a drink. Upon arrival at the keg you hear another whistle in your direction - about to chew someone else out, you turn abruptly to find Naoya. Sly grin on his face as he takes you in, gaze dragging ever so slowly up your legs to your hips. Bouncing up to your breast looking… oh so delectable in that corset. He’s all but salivating as he saunters right up into your personal space.
Hands slowly reach out itching to trail up your thighs. He’s gripping your hips quite firmly then pressing himself flush against you. You slide back against the table behind you as he peers down your top at your chest. “Fuck look at you pooh bear.” Voice dropping a few octaves, doing things to you still that it shouldn’t - feelings don’t just disappear after 4 years okay!
Giving your best doe eyed expression, looking up at him slowly. “Why thank you. I tried.” And yes you did dress up… not exactly for him but, it feels good to have Vivian scowling at you after her decision to mess with you. And you know what you’re doing. Confidence in your attire because, who cares. Only then…
“Maybe we should slip away for a few minutes… reminisce on old times?” Naoya slimily suggests while kissing down your neck slowly. Right in front of his Fiancée. Look you did want him back at first but definitely not via cheating? (Though you could argue that he probably cheated on you to begin with, that doesn’t mean your morals align with his!)
“Ugh get off.” Pushing him softly away from you. Giving him an incredulous look before storming away. Fuck this party and fuck that scumbag. Who does he think you are. First and foremost you are a girls girl! And I guess on the way home you could do with buying a laptop for class… seeing as you’re missing one.
Hands full of a large box, a throat clearing behind you causes you to turn your head… and what a surprise! There in line behind you stands none other than Higuruma. Seeing him glance at your outfit with a lifted brow. “Don’t ask.” You offer with an eye roll, he smiles softly with an upturn of his hands. “Wasn’t gonna.” And though he was respectful, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes linger on your legs for a moment. Now this attention is very wanted. And if he looked at your ass when you turned forward. So what?
After checking out you wait for him outside. Hoping to catch him for a chat or something… if only for the excuse to look at him a bit more. And ever the gentleman he is, he offers to walk you back to your building. “Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to you in that outfit now, would we?” He’d offered.
It’s so nice just existing near him, seeing him around campus especially in Callahan’s class has been such a pleasure. He’s always so nice to you even when other people aren’t. He never judges and most times if you need help with class, he’s glad to assist. He’s becoming a fast friend. Often found studying together in the library, or sat talking at the campus cafe. The lingering glances between you are just an added bonus.
“Not to pry but… where were you? Dressed up like that?” Eyeing you softly, “-you look great by the way.” That causes your cheeks to burn, hopefully it’s dark enough out that he doesn’t notice.
“Oh well, Vivian invited me to a costume party… but turns out it wasn’t really a costume party.” Looking down at your feet that’s slightly embarrassing to admit. You didn’t have to tell him that! You could’ve said anything else.
A deep frown tugs his lips down, “it's okay though! At least I looked good.”
“That you do. You know you don’t have to put up with her treating you like that.”
“I know… I just want to be civil with her, I mean yes. I did want to steal her fiancée back but I don’t want to hurt her you know? And he’s just so cruel. Y'know tonight he tried to get me to leave with him, in front of her!” Huffing at that memory, disgust clings to you very obviously as a shiver runs through you. He stops walking at that. Turning to him confused you find him with furrowed brows, soft crease between them. Mouth downturned. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”
“No! Of course not, I left after that. It made me feel pretty icky though. Like seriously I can’t believe I was with him that long, he’s kind of horrible.” That makes the man laugh. Tension dissipating into something softer.
A soft look takes over his features as he steps closer to you, “you deserve so much more than that douche.” The way he’s looking at you causes tingles to shoot up your spine and heat to spread across your face. Probably very obvious now… his intense gaze holds something, you can’t quite name.
“Thank you Higuruma, that’s very kind.”
“Hiromi. Call me Hiromi.”
Gazes locked you can only nod, with the close proximity and the way he’s looking at you… there’s not a thought in your mind except how handsome he looks right now. Haloed by the soft street lamps, gleaming hair falling over his face and there’s a twinkle in his eye. The silence stretches but it’s not awkward, it’s just still. Calm. Like a breath of fresh air. You’d probably be content staring at him for the rest of your life.
With Higuruma’s help and kindness that first day you met, classes have become much more bearable. He basically handed you the cheat codes! Stormwell has been very impressed with your progress. Pleased looks directed your way whenever you speak up during her lectures. And as it turns out… Higuruma actually TA’s for professor Callahan! Now you get to see him all the time in class. You’ve become closer? Almost friends you’d say. Which makes it less awkward when he catches you staring at him in Callahan’s lectures…
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“Well, yeah but without this man’s sperm, the child in question wouldn’t exist.” Naoya’s answer to professor Callahan’s problem has you itching for some reason. Next thing you know.. your hand shoots up. “Yes, Ms. Woods?”
“Although Mr. Zenin makes an excellent point, I have to wonder if the defendant kept a thorough record of every sperm emission made throughout his life.”
“Interesting, why do you ask?” Callahan asks brows raised.
“Well, unless the defendant attempted to contact every single one-night stand to determine if a child resulted in those unions, he has no parental claim over this child whatsoever. So why now? Why this sperm?”
“I see your point.” Comes Callahan’s reply.
“And for that matter, all masturbatory emissions where sperm was clearly not seeking an egg could be termed as child abandonment.” Some snickers scatter around the room.
“I believe you’ve just won your case.” Sounding impressed. The room goes silent.
After class Callahan stops you, “Ms. Woods, you did well today.”
“Really?” Your pride swells. Positive affirmation really does wonders to the ego.
“You’re applying for my internship, aren’t you?” He looks up at you through his glasses.
“I don’t know.” Would you even get in?
“You should. Do you have a resume?” Oh my god!?
“Yes, I do. Here it is.” Reaching through your bag for that piece of paper and handing it over animatedly. “It’s pink.”, “and it’s scented. I think it gives it a little something extra. Don’t you think.” Smiling brightly before practically floating out of the room.
Turning to Hiromi, “Do you think she just woke up one day and said, ‘I think I’ll go to law school today?’”
Chuckling a bit, “Well that lapse in judgement aside, I think she’s got a lot of potential.” Callahan hands Hiromi the resume, “here smell this.” Sniffing sceptically.
“What is that?” Admittedly it smells really fucking good. Something floral. Maybe a hint of citrus? “It's her resume.” Smiling at that, “smells good.”
Manicured hands shake slightly as you reach up to touch the list, trailing down to find… your name! “I got it!” Squealing slightly you turn to Vivian and Naoya, “Oh, Naoya. Do you remember when we spent those four amazing hours in the hot tub after winter formal?”, biting his lip (ew), “Yeah- No.”
“This is so much better than that! Excuse me, I have some shopping to do.”
“… Four hours.”
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You’re currently at Callahan’s law office going over the murder trail you’ll all be assisting him on. Unfortunately Naoya and Vivian are here too… whatever this is your future you can ignore them.
The accused happens to be Brooke Taylor! A fellow Delta Nu although a few years ahead of you, and honestly a personal hero of yours. Her spin classes were amazing! Really transformed your lower body. She’s a genius… and an accused murderer apparently. After going on and on about how amazing she is, Callahan cuts in abruptly. “Well, in all likelihood, she’s completely guilty as well. She was seen standing over her husband's dead body.”
Naoya adds in his two cents, “by who?”
“His 26 year old daughter and the pool boy.” Then the meeting room door opens revealing a welcome sight. A bright smile takes over your face, a smile he mirrors as soon as he locks eyes with you. Quietly taking a seat. “Sorry I’m late, excuse me.” While talk continues in the room after his appearance, you can’t help but shift your gaze to him every now and then. And every time you do you’re met with his magnetic chocolate gaze. You could get drunk off of that look.
Truthfully that happens a lot. The lingering glances. Or you’ve just noticed it more recently…
“This is Higuruma Hiromi, another associate. Top three in his class, and former editor of ‘Harvard Law Review’.” A small smile forms on his face, “thanks for the introduction.”
“So what about the murder weapon?”
“The gun is still missing. The coroner said he’d been dead 30 minutes when the cops arrived, giving Brooke plenty of time to stash it.”
A knot forms in your stomach. She’s not even here to defend herself, and professor Callahan has already deemed her guilty. “I just don’t think Brooke could’ve done this. Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don’t just shoot their husbands. They just don’t.” Callahan looks less than impressed with you after that. Hiromi though, you caught him smiling to himself.
“Why would I kill my husband?” You know what? Prison orange may not be the best colour… but Brooke is totally pulling it off!
“Insurance, a love affair, pure unadulterated hatred. Believe me, the D.A. will come up with plenty of reasons.” Callahan sounds exhausted. “I loved him.” She’s seething.
“He was 34 years older than you. That doesn’t look so good to the jury.”
“Show them a picture of his dick. That might clear up a thing or two.” Everyone in the room chokes. Yes, girl, tell him.
Callahan’s been trying this whole visit to get Brooke’s alibi, which she won’t give. Positive you won’t need it to win this case. Once the meeting meets an impasse everyone starts filtering out. You’re packing up when she calls out to you. “Hey…”
“Hi.”
“I know you.” She seems to be filing through her brain for an answer.
“I’m a Delta Nu, and a huge fan of yours.” Her grin comes easy, recognition flashing behind her eyes. “You took my class.”, “Well thank god one of you has a brain.”
You’re huddled up at the firm going over the case files, Hiromi beside you. Working diligently in silence. There are mountains of files and books scattered all about. Peeking at him from the corner of your eye. He’s got… glasses on that elegant curve of his nose. God he looks so good. Thin black rectangular frames. Sliding down ever so slightly when he’s buried in a file. Absent-mindedly his fingers reach up to slide them back into place. Suit jacket long forgotten. His side of the table is coordinated chaos. Yours… well it’s a lot more interesting. Pink fully tipped pen fluffing about with your vigorous note-taking. Statements and files scattered around you… more flippantly.
Eventually he speaks up, baritone cutting through the frantic scribbling. “Well if Brooke didn’t kill the guy who did?” Before anyone else you answer. “My money's on the angry daughter or the ex wife.” The only issue with that is… his daughter has a hefty trust fund. What would be her reason for killing him? And the ex wife was away. We need to get that alibi.
“I brought you some necessities. Some Calvin Klein, 720 cut sheets, the entire Clinique skin care line, some aromatherapy candles, a loofah… oh! And the bible.” Enthusiastically presenting a glimmering cosmo magazine, cheesy grin on display. She smiles at you behind the visitor screen. Hand pressed up to the glass. “You’re an angel.”
“So how are you? Are you alright? You look so… orange.”
“I’m okay… I’m just glad it’s you and not Callahan.”
“He means well. He’s very brilliant.” Scoffing at that, “He better be for what I’m paying for him.”
“Brooke I have to tell you the real reason I came here… we need your alibi.” Her face sinks. “You don’t understand I can’t… it’s shameful… it’ll ruin me.”
“How?”
“I’ve made my fortune on the ability to perfect women’s bodies with Brooke’s Butt-Buster workout.”
“Oh! I know! You helped me go down two sizes!”
“That’s great! Um… okay, on the day of my husband's murder… I was getting …” she mumbled inaudibly… “What?”
“I was getting liposuction.” Again she was too quiet over that stupid prison phone.
“Huh?” Then she just explodes, “Liposuction!”
“Oh my god!”
“I know! I’m a fraud! It’s not like normal women can have this ass! If my fans knew that I bought it… I would lose everything! I’ve already lost my husband. I’d rather go to jail than lose my reputation.”
“Brooke… your secret’s safe with me.” She softens at your kind tone. “Thank you.”
After refusing to give up Brooke’s alibi. Callahan begrudgingly sent you and Hiromi off to visit the ex wife, at some spa she’s decided to hide in.
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Hiromi offered to drive, so currently you’re sat in his passenger seat stealing glances at him. Soft radio in the background, sprawling trees surrounding the road you’re on. It's quite peaceful. He’s focused on the road offering small comments to your enthusiastic yapping. You’re sat cross legged skirt riding up slightly, turned in toward him. And if he knows you’re admiring his side profile or his grip on the wheel, he’s not mentioning it.
In turn you pretend not to notice when his burning gaze lingers on you. “Your work on this case has been very impressive, Callahan may not show it but he’s impressed. I am too.” He stays facing the road. Warmth flutters your chest at the praise. “Thank you Hiromi, that means a lot.” Toothy smiles exchanged. Turning to change the radio station. You both reach for it at the same time, hands colliding. “Oh- sorry.”
You go to retract your hand back when he reaches over to grasp your wrist. A startled look crossing your features when you turn to him. Hesitating a moment before gently releasing your wrist to brush his fingers up your palm, fingers sliding together gently before he intertwines them. A perfect fit. “Is this… okay?” His thumb rubs soothing circles to the top of your hand.
“It’s more than okay Romi.” You tighten your fingers around his. Taking in the feeling of his slightly hardened skin. Hand much larger than yours, completely enveloping yours in his gentle grasp. Blush dusting your cheeks when you meet his gaze. His eyes are kind, lips upturned. His face screams adoration. “Romi? That’s new.” His smile doesn’t lessen, “yeah, do you… like it?” A breathy laugh leaves him and he just nods. He absentmindedly brings your joined hands up to rest against his chin, soft breath dusting over your knuckles. And every now and then a soft press of his lips lands there too. It’s so gentle. He’s so gentle. The rest of the ride is filled with soft glances and quiet conversation.
Eventually the conversation leads back to the case. Back to Brooke, “She seems completely untrustworthy to me.” Your head tilts, “Why?”
“This is a person who made her living by telling women that they’re too fat.”
“Brooke would never tell a woman she was too fat.” He hums.
“And she seems like she’s hiding something.”
“Maybe it’s not what you think.”
“Maybe it’s exactly what I think.”
You face him with brows furrowed. “You know, you’re being a butthead.” A burst of laughter leaves him. “A butthead? Why would you call me that?” An easy grin covering his face. Hand squeezing yours tighter.
“You know, romi, you just need to have a little more faith in people. You might be surprised.” Humming softly. “I can’t believe you just called me a butthead. I mean, no one’s called me a butthead since about the ninth grade.” Murmuring, “maybe not to your face.” Fondness flashes across his features.
… “So I hear that little tart shot my ex husband.” She’s lounging without a cure in the world, face mask, on cucumber covering her eyes. The picture of relaxation. Hiromi answers first, “well, that’s what we’re actually trying to prove didn’t happen.”
Cutting in gently, “do you have any reason to believe that it did?” She removes the cucumber now peeking out at you, “I’ve never actually met the woman before… but my daughter tells me she can be quite the little bitch.” Right. “Did your daughter ever mention anything about the relationship between Brooke and her husband?”
“Well, she did say that they humped like gorillas. I guess that wasn’t enough, though, for Brooke.” Hiromi’s brows crease, “why do you say that?”
“Well… haven’t you seen the cabana boy?” With that this conversation is over. On the way back to the car you pipe up. “She’s lying.”
“And you know this for a fact?” Opening the passenger door for you, turning to meet his eye. “Did you see the icky brown colour of her hair?” His brows meet his hairline, closing your door before rounding the car. Buckling himself in, “So? Now you discriminate against brunettes?”
“Why shouldn’t I? I’m discriminated against as a blonde.”
“You know, being a blonde is actually a pretty powerful thing. You hold more cards than you think you do. And I personally would like to see you take that power and channel it towards the greater good, you know?” He says it so assuredly, it’s emboldening. I guess he is right, you do get… more attention from your looks, why not use that attention. Make people listen past the colour of your hair.
The car comes to a halt in front of your building, “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Reaching for the handle. “All right.”
He leans over to catch your gaze through the open door, “Hey, how do you think I’d look as a blonde, you know?” A single brow raises, mirth coating your tongue. “I don’t think you could handle it.” Fluttering your fingers in a wave. “Bye.”
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The courtroom is full. Perfectly polished tapered suits, conservative button ups and pencil skirts galore. Witness testimonies beginning today, first is the deceased’s daughter; Miss Windham, on the stand. Answering the district attorney’s questions.
“And where was she exactly?” Leaning into the mic, eyes locked on Brooke. “Standing over my father’s dead body.”
The ex wife is next. “And where was she exactly?”
“Well, she was sitting next to the pool, topless, while the Latin boy handed her a drink.”
The pool boy, “Mr. Salvatore, can you tell us what this is?” Holding up a tiny leopard print speedo. He leans in smirking, “My uniform.”
“This is the… uniform Mrs. Windham asked you to wear while cleaning her pool?” He leans in again, slowly. “Yes.”
“And, are you not having an affair with Brooke Windham?”
“Define ‘affair.’” Oh how you want to slap the smug freaking look off of his face right now!
The D.A. Continues, “Have you and Mrs.Windham had sexual relations?”
“Yes. Okay, yes.” With that the court concludes, until 9am the following day. Brooke is absolutely seething when she approaches you, “You know a Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong.” Nodding along, “Never!”, “I just liked watching him clean the filter.” She offered solemnly.
“I know, I believe you, Brooke.”
“Take care of me, y/n.” And she’s ushered away by the court Marshall.
“I will.”
The next day, when court is let out for a quick recess. You’re on your way to the water fountain in the hallway needing some refreshment. Upon approach you’re rudely cut off by the pool boy. Arms crossing over your plush chest, heel tapping rapidly waiting for an apology. He takes a long drink. When he’s done he turns, eyeing you up and down.
“Don’t stop your little last-season Prada shoes at me, honey!” Oh! How dare he. These are so NOT last season! Scoffing at him as he struts away… a sudden gasp escapes you. Running back into the courtroom. Skirting to a stop before the defence table.
“Romi! He’s gay! Enrique is gay!” Callahan turns to you.
“What?” Hiromi offers, utterly confused with your sudden outburst. Turning to Naoya, “Naoya, what kind of shoes are these?”
“…Black ones.” Spinning back to Hiromi, “see!”
Callahan blanches at you, “what are you talking about?”
“He’s gay. He isn’t Brooke’s lover, he's making it up.” Hiromi turns you to him gently, hands on your shoulders, “Wait, back up. How do you know he’s gay?”
Huffing, “Gay men know designers. Straight men don’t.” Brooke snaps her fingers pointing at you, “Know what? He did leave a Cher tape in the pool house one time.”
Callahan having reached his limit interjects. “While I appreciate your masterful legal theory, I have a murder trial to attend to. Hiromi?”
“Okay. I’ll take care of it. Thanks.” Offering a guilty smile your way. “Okay.”
Callahan proceeds to question the pool boy, completely ignoring your astute observation. Asking questions that do not help Brooke in any way! “Do you have any proof of your affair with Mrs. Windham?”
“Only the love in my heart.”
“Well, if that is the only evidence he has, your honour, I think I’m done.”
“You may step down-“ Hiromi stands, shooting you a subtle wink. “Actually. I’d like to ask a couple of questions, your honour.” He approaches a very unhappy looking Callahan, “Just give me a couple minutes.” At his reluctant nod, Hiromi approaches to question the pool boy.
“Did you ever take Mrs. Windham on a date?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“A restaurant in Concord where no one could recognise us.”
“How long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Windham?”
“Three months.”
“And your boyfriend’s name?”
“Chuck.” Nodding solemnly, Hiromi starts to back away, “Right.” Going to sit down, you smile at him mouthing a thank you. The courtroom erupts.
Enrique realising what just happened. Wide eyed. Jaw on the floor, “Wait! Pardon me.” Hiromi turns back around, “yes, Mr. Salvatore?”
“I was con- I was confused. I thought you said friend! Chuck is just a friend.”
A deliciously well dressed man stands suddenly from the courtroom benches, “You bitch!” The room gasps as he storms out the doors. “Chuck! Wait!”
Banging ensues, “Silence in my court!. Mr. Salvatore, sit down.” Hiromi turns to you leaning in conspiratorially, grin gracing his dark features. “Thanks.” Not only did he show you he trusts you, he also showed Callahan that you’re not to be ignored. You don’t think anyone has ever stood up for you the way he just did… and at the jeopardy of himself.
“Oh, y/n, Callahan asked to see you before you leave.” Vivian calls, carrying a world record amount of papers, “really?”
“Yeah, you know, he already has his coffee, but maybe he needs a doughnut.” Snorting, “do you need any help?” Gesturing to her full hands. “No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”
Approaching his door you knock and wait for a reply. “Come on in.”
Entering the dim office you leave the door slightly ajar, he’s sat in a leather single seat with papers scattered around the coffee table ahead, gesturing to the leather couch next to him. “Take a seat.” Flattening the back of your skirt as you lower yourself down.
“Is everything all right?” He sets his papers aside. “You followed your intuition today, and you were right on target. I should have listened.”
“Thank you.”
“About the alibi…” ringing your hands, “I’m sorry-“
“I’m impressed you took the initiative to go get it. That’s what makes a good lawyer. And, on top of that, you gained the clients trust and kept it. That’s what makes a great lawyer. You’re smart, y/n, smarter than most of the people on my payroll.” Pride swells in your chest. “Wow.”
“I think it’s time to discuss your career path.” He gets up and slowly approaches you, sitting… very close to you. So close your legs aren’t just touching they’re practically squished together, his breath is fanning across your cheek. “Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate?”
“Oh, um, not really. I know it’s very competitive…”
“Well, you know what competition’s really about, don’t you? It’s about ferocity, carnage. Balancing human intelligence with animal diligence. Knowing exactly what you want… and how far you’ll go to get it. How far will you go?” His words turned sultry as he went on. His slimy paw dropping to your knee slowly gliding up. Absolute horror takes over you. Fight or flight taking over, hitting his hand away and scrambling to your feet.
“Are you hitting on me…?” He doesn’t seem too concerned with your sudden reaction, slimy gaze tracking you. “You’re a beautiful girl.” The reality of the situation comes crashing down upon you.
“So everything you just said…” a carnivorous grin turns his face dark, “I’m a man who knows what he wants.”
Straightening, “And I’m a law student who just realised her professor is a pathetic asshole.” Turning to storm out, “Too bad, I thought you were a law student who wanted to be a lawyer!”
Rushing to the elevator your hands are shaking trying to hit the buttons. Face pale with tears starting to fall. When the doors open you’re scrambling to leave as fast as humanly possible. Bumping into a wall of lean muscle, you try desperately to avoid his gaze so he doesn’t see your tear streaked face. Silently his hand reaches out, turning your face up gently. His calm demeanour cracking.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sniffling trying to avoid his too soft gaze, “I’m quitting.” Face furrowing in confusion, fingers feather light as he wipes your tears away cupping your face in his strong hands. “Why? What happened?”
“Law school was a mistake. This whole internship was a mistake.” Shoulders starting to shake violently.
“What are you talking about? you earned it.” Gripping his wrists as if your life depends on it.
“I didn’t earn anything, Romi! Callahan only gave me that internship because he liked the way I looked. Which he made very clear tonight when he tried to feel me up.” His fingers twitch, face hardening. Not at you, never at you. Voice strained, holding back. “What? Callahan did what?”
“Just forget about it. I’m going back home. No more boring suits. No more pantyhose. No more trying to be something that I’m just… I’m just not.” You’re pressed flush against his sturdy chest so suddenly it almost gives you whiplash. A hand cradling your head there, another strong arm curling around your waist protectively. And you just break apart in his steady hold as he holds you. “How about I take you home.” Nodding through your sobs he guides you out to his car, strong arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you steady.
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“Are you going to be okay?” His soft voice cuts through the silence. Still sitting in the car, parked outside your building. “I don’t know… could you- could you come in for a bit?” Tear soaked eyes, lashes fluttering, glossy lips turned down into the sweetest frown, how could he say no?
Your door shuts softly behind him as you move to clear some space. Flicking on your bedside lamp to illuminate the room in a soft orange hue, pink tassels of your lamp shade creating a gentle ambiance. Hands shaking trying to move textbooks off of your plush pink sofa. His fingers curl around your wrist pulling you soft into him again. Chin resting on your head, fingers softly brushing through your hair. “Honey, why don’t I do that? Why don’t you just go get ready for bed, hmm?” An airy sigh leaves you at the feeling of his fingers running through your hair. Nodding he leaves a small kiss to your hairline before you walk off to get sorted.
Freshening up in your little bathroom. Face washed. Teeth brushed. Skincare done. You step back out to find him settled into your sofa, blazer folded neatly over the hand-rest his tie lost on the table somewhere. Looooong legs stretched out in front of him, head resting back on the sofa… his neck exposed presenting the delicious bob of his Adam's apple. Your heart stutters. He looks so relaxed.
Hearing the door open he peeks an eye open to find you, leaning against the doorframe. Cute fluffy pink socks, tiny leopard print cotton shorts… baby pink tank top. The neckline leaves little to the imagination. You’re trying to kill him, he's sure of it. Your gaze is softlidded. No longer tear soaked, still slightly puffy. The corner of his mouth lifts, arm coming up to beckon you over, “c’mere sweetheart.” Oh wow. His voice is deep, laced with sleep. Deep eyes tracking your movements. If your thighs clench subtly… well he doesn’t mention it.
Sitting next to him, his open arm wraps protectively around your shoulder pulling you flush against his side. Collapsing into him. Head pressed against his admittedly plush chest you wrap your arm across his stomach. Breasts pressed flush against his side, cheek squishing comfortably into his pecs. His hand runs up and down your arm in a soothing motion, goosebumps erupting on your skin. Your other hand sliding up his broad back to lay your palm flat between his shoulder blades, pressing in. You could feel him shiver at the movement.
Once you settle in, a dreamy sigh escapes you, eyes fluttering shut. Legs curled up against his lap. His scent washes over you… he smells so masculine. Earth and spice with a subtle hint of something citrus. You’re breathing him in like a drug. “You smell good.” Comes your mumble, spoken into his chest. You can feel the rumble under your check as he hums in acknowledgment. Breaths slow down as you find comfort in each other's warmth.
Rousing slowly as the early morning light peeking in through the blinds, filters across your vision. Lifting your head softly realising it’s still resting on a sturdy chest. A hand curled around your waist and another placed firmly over your lower back, splayed fingers just grazing the soft plush of your ass. And, oh. Peeking up through droopy lashes, to see Hiromi sleeping peacefully. Chest rising and falling softly, hair mussed from sleep.
He looks so pretty with the soft light filtering in, fanning across his cheeks. Raising slowly trying not to wake him, you move to get off. Only for a sudden weight against your back to press you back down. Firm palm splaying across your shoulder blades. He’s peeking down at you now, eyes swirling with warmth. Lips turned up. “G’morning.” His voice is thick with sleep. “Morning.” You whisper back.
“Are you feeling better?” His palms move to caress your waist gently, feather light touches that make you shiver. “I am. Thank you, for staying with me Romi.” And it’s true you’d all but forgotten what had happened in Callahan’s office. His gentle presence was exactly what you needed. Need. Sitting up slightly you press your forehead to his, your sweet gaze meeting his searching. Fondness all you can find.
His hands find your hips, fingers pressing in, kneading the flesh. When his gaze finally flickers down to your plush lips you lean in. Hands splayed over his cheeks. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hums at your taste. Palms squeezing your hips now. Pulling back you move to pepper appreciative kisses over his face. Starting right next to his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead and finally his nose. When you pull back his lips are slightly ajar, brows fanning up and his cheeks are dusted a light pink…
“God, you’re so cute.” Reaching up to you, he grips the nape of your neck. Firmly pulling you back to his lips, kiss more sure now. Noses bumping every so often. Soon you’re shuffling down to settle your hips flush against his, pressing down firmly. Pulling a low groan from the back of his throat. When you eventually part for breath, a glistening string of saliva connects you together.
You’re both panting at the lack of air. You roll your hips once, experimentally watching for his reaction. Seeing his eyes blow out, chocolate being slowly replaced by black pools of lust. Large hands moving to grasp your hip and upper back he sits up slowly with you splayed across his lap. Knees bracketing his slender hips. Soft thighs pressed flush to his meatier ones. Your manicured hands sliding over his chest slowly, appreciatively. Eventually coming to a stop on his rounded shoulders. Large hands sliding down to cup under your upper thighs.
You just sit there admiring one another quietly for a good while. Hungry gazes tracing over every inch of each other. Moving your hands up his neck to glide your fingers through his soft chocolate locks. “You’re really pretty Romi…” you’re admitting, voice breathy and lust hazed. A soft huff leaves him, “Yeah?” Nodding enthusiastically, his smile deepens. Eyes softening.
“I think you’re the pretty one. Beautiful actually. Not just that you’re sweet… intelligent, determined. I think you might be the most genuine person I’ve ever met.” His fingers come up to brush hair out of your face, caressing your cheeks. They heat up under his touch. Stars in your eyes. “Romi?”
“Hmm?” He’s staring at your lips now.
“I think… I might be falling seriously in love with you.” His grin is blinding. Eyes locking on yours with laser focus. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.” He’s admitting sincerely. Scrambling off his lap your knees hit the carpet with a thud. Hands flying to his zipper… only he grabs your wrists to stop you? “Sweetheart… you don’t have to.”
“Romi, please. I want you.” Your eyes are pleading… and how could he say no? He nods softly, then releases your hands. Letting you reach up to slowly unbutton and slide his zipper down. He lifts his hips to help you shimmy his slacks down his thighs, letting them pool down past his knees. Fingers tracing the band of his boxers.
Snagging and snapping them back into place. Doe eyes leading up at him through thick lashes. You trace your fingers across to his… prominent bulge. Dragging your nails teasingly over his throbbing veins through the fabric. Earning soft, drawn out groans from the man above you the closer you get to his leaky tip. Music to your ears. He sounds so pretty and breathy.
Palm slipping across the soft fabric of his boxers. Slowly palming his bulge earning a few dewy drops of pre. Completely entranced with the sight. His hand comes down to your chin bringing your face up to look at him. And oh. He’s damn near salivating. Eyes blown. Lips parted. And finally after what feels like forever he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your lips. Mouths parting to taste one another. His tongue poking out to tease your lower lip. Meeting him halfway you slide your tongue over his, tasting him. Eager moans mingling together. Parting from him reluctantly, to return to your earlier task.
Sliding his boxers down his hips to release his cock. Oh and it springs up so angry… pretty pink flushed tip dribbling. His length was one thing, counting 7… 8… maybe even 9 inches… but his girth. He’s just soooo thick from the pudge of his mushroom tip to the… thick circumference of his cock. A prominent vein runs down the underside of his length, begging for attention. Trembling fingers reach out to teasingly draaaaagggg a nail along that pulsing vein. His cock jumps at the contact. Your thighs press together, only now noticing the slick collecting at your center.
Lightly circling your fingers around to trace a thumb over his leaking tip. Bringing your face down, lips connecting with his tip. A needy sound erupts from him at the sight. Eyes following your every move. Looking up deep into his eyes beginning to leave small kisses over his tip. Smearing another drop of pre over them… creating the perfect sticky gloss. His mouth hangs when your tongue licks a fat stripe up; following along his prominent vein all the way up to his engorged tip, closing your mouth around it and sucking gently. His hand flies to the back of your head, caressing. Head thrown back with loud drawn out groans escaping him. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good… don’t stop.”
Hanging your maw open tongue lolling out over his tip, letting hot saliva spill down over him. Your left hand goes to his thigh, the right gripping his base and squeezing your fingers. Then moving to slowly pump him, coating him in your saliva. Wrist twisting closer to his tip, fingers meeting tighter at his base, setting a steady pace. Making sure to give his leaking tip ample attention. Between flicks of your wrist you leave an array of filthy kisses and soft sucks. His moans are downright filthy. His eyes glazed over, vision moving erratically between your pretty face and your increasing pumps of his cock. His jaw just hangs open letting his groans spill out freely, only spurring you on. It’s then he notices the movement of your hips below him. Rolling back and forth over nothing but air, thighs squeezed tight desperately seeking some friction.
You’re in a world of your own absolutely drunk on the taste of him, head bobbing shallowly over his angry tip. Tongue tracing sultry lines up and down his sensitive slit. Eagerly swallowing every drop of pre you can get your greedy tastebuds on. A particularly harsh suck from you has him groaning out unashamedly, “F-fuck, baby. You should stop soon or I’m gonna cum- oh my god!” Right as he says that your left hand comes down to softly cup and roooollll his tightening balls between your clammy fingers. Giving them a firm squeeze. And that does it. He’s bowing forward completely boneless. Mouth dropping soundlessly. Hips jerking with every spurt of cum shooting up into your awaiting maw. Pumping thick ropes onto your tongue to slide down the back of your throat. You greedily suck down every drop, pumps slowing down to ease him through his high. Easing off to gently suck on his twitchy tip. Until the stimulation becomes too much and he has to pull you off of him. Chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat coating his hairline. Heavy pants leaving him as he takes you in. Swollen, glossy, cum soaked lips. Eyes swirling with lust, drool coating your chin, cheeks flushed so pretty. Watching you loll your tongue out to show him the mess you made of him before swallowing the rest of it alllll down.
Pulling you up to him for a heated kiss, groaning out between licks into your mouth. Tasting the salty remnants of his spent on you, “Fuck. Sweetheart. That was incredible…” when you pull back you give him the biggest toothy grin you can muster right now. “Romi… that was so hot. Was that okay?” He splutters.
“Okay?? That was probably the best head I’ve ever had.”, yeah way to boost a girl's ego alright. Fingers curling around your arms he’s dragging you up to stand. Hands splaying over your hips, gently rubbing up and down, eyeing the embarrassingly obvious wet patch on the front of your shorts. Big fingers moving down to trace your mound over those tiny shorts, dipping down to lightly caress your folds through the slick material. Your hips twitch at the lingering touch. So close to where you need it. He guides your hands to grip his shoulders. Leaving a soft kiss to your wrist before his hands trail back down. Fingers itching at your waistband. Downturned gaze flicking up to ask permission that you eagerly grant; head nodding enthusiastically.
Fingers dipping into the hem of your sticky shorts, sliding them down your soft legs. Promoting you with a light tap to your calf to lift your feet out of them. They’re flung somewhere across the room. Now he’s eye level with your sticky panties. Which leave nothing to the imagination with the way your slick has them sticking to every nook, cranny and fold. He groans lowly at the sight. Palms molding to your legs as he slides them up, up, up. Cupping the underside of your ass appreciatively. Pulling you closer to his face. And just… pressing his nose into the front of your mound inhaling your sweet scent. Pulling a lewd moan from somewhere deep in your chest.
He’s dropping to his knees in front of you. Not caring for the sickening crack against the floor. Eyes locked on your soaked panty covered center. His hands slide over your hips to grip the waistband, your hands flying up to grip his hair threading your fingers through the silky locks at his nape. He’s pressing lingering kisses on what’s already exposed; lower stomach, across to your right hip, the left… to the very top of your mound. Then he’s pulling your panties off of you slowly, eyes locked on the way they stick and unstick from your dribbling folds. The warm puffs of breath leaving his nose zap your folds, he chuckles low at the shiver you let out. Chocolate gaze swirling over every exposed inch. “She’s so pretty, baby.” He’s mouthing into your thighs. Leaving slow, lingering kisses to each… dangerously close to your center. His left hand draggggging up from your calf to the back on your knee, lifting your leg to fit snugly over his shoulder.
Exposing you fully to his hungry gaze. And he just stares. Fingers coming up delicately to graze through your folds, collecting slick as he goes. The lightest touch of his fingertips gently spreading you open to expose your puckering hole in all her glory winking to him. Trailing his fingers up to your pulsing bud at the apex he’s just dying to get his mouth on… he nuzzles in nose first against your slick bud. Nudging it back and forth gently. Pressing harder against it. He’s eliciting soft mewls from you. Your toes curl in anticipation. “Romi… please. Don’t tease.” You plead, sounding so gone already, tone mewling and breathy.
He pulls back to lock eyes with you. A loud whine escapes from you at the loss of contact. That’s when he really dives in. Long tongue darting out to maze between your folds greedily, head knocking into your thighs through his vigor. Tongue flattening out to drag torturously all the way from your winking hole up to your twitchy little clit begging for attention. His lips lock on granting you a few gentle sucks before rolling the slick tip of his tongue round n round in tight circles over your increasingly sensitive nub. Alternating between sharp and soothing sucks, driving you absolutely mad. Tears spring from your eyes, mouth dropping open to mewl out obscenely at the sight of his eyes rolling back from the sharp, sweet taste of you absolutely drenching his face. He’s humming encouragingly whenever sharp moans of his name leave you. Sending filthy vibrations through your clit that reach down into the depths of your heat.
“Romiiiii. Oh my god!” You’re slobbering out the words between sharp gasps. Mind blank. Unable to focus on anything other than the way he’s devouring you. The feel of his fingers digging into your thighs. Reaching around to hold your folds open for him as he trails that vulgar tongue down to maddeningly circle your hole. Nose pressed flush to your sensitive clit, bumping softly with the rolls of your hips over his eager maw. A sharp squeal rips from you when he slides his thick muscle into your hole, swirling it around to open you up. He’s paying extra attention to the gummy spot along the front wall of your heat. Rubbing his tip up and down with the perfect pressure making you see stars. “Shiiiittt. Romi right there, don’t stop.” You’re sobbing out. Feeling the warm pressure building. Blooming from deep within.
Your lithe fingers curl into his hair now tugging harshly… pulling a deeeeeppp groan from his chest. Your legs start shaking from deep within the muscles, head thrown back, eyes reaching the back of your skull. He rips your orgasm from deep within you. Continuing through your high to flick his muscle against that gummy spot inside you. Groaning out as your walls cling desperately to him, nose continuously nuzzling your buzzing clit back and forth. Guiding you softly now through the waves of your high. Until your mewls and whines reach a higher pitch and your poor shaking hands are trying to rip him away. Muscles tensing viciously with over sensitivity.
Conceding he slowly pulls his tongue out of your hole to lick up every drop of your release. Cleaning you softly between your over sensitive jolts against his drenched jaw. Parting with a final feather light kiss to your overworked clit his eyes gleam up at you. He gently sets your leg back on solid ground, hands holding you steady on shaky legs. Leaning down and carefully grabbing hold of his face, you’re leaning in for another filthy kiss. His mouth slick with the taste of you mingling with your combined saliva.
You’re tugging on his rumpled button up urging him to take it off. Bringing you both back up to full height he’s backing you up to your plush pink covered bed, knees hitting the edge you’re falling back with a bounce. Your gaze drags up his torso watching his buttons go one by one. Exposing his broad, tanned chest to you bit by bit. It’s a mouth-watering sight. He’s a lot … thicker? Then you expected. All lean muscle sure but god he was defined. Toned slender stomach… thick arms you just wanted to dig your teeth into.
His boxers go next thrown over his shoulder as he eyes you up, legs spread awaiting the welcomed weight of him. His knees hit the mattress and he’s crawling up over you, thumbs catching the bottom of your tiny shirt eagerly dragging it up and over your head. Tits spilling out deliciously for his greedy gaze. Palms sliding down to cup the underside of them, lifting slightly, pressing them together. Palms splayed wide over the side of your ribs, thumbs roving over your tits to brush over your pert nipples. Ripping a soft moan from you at the delicate touch.
Your legs move to brush against his hips urging him to press his weight fully down onto you. Enticing him to split you open. He’s taking his time. Teasing your sensitive nipples. Your needy little hole is just pulsing, urging him to finally fill it. “Romi please!” Tears filling your eyes, thrashing against the sheets, pure need taking over your fuzzy brain.
“I know baby… you need me bad huh? Needy little cunt can’t wait?” Your brain scrambles, nodding and whimpering up at him. Tears are threatening to fall harder now. With a hum he grabs the base of his cock and drags the tip up and down your soggy folds, bumping into your clit. He taps his tip meanly over your jolting nub before he’s guiding his tip back down, snagging it on your tight ring of muscle.
Pressing his lips to yours tenderly, before he slowly presses his tip past that first tight ring of muscle. Swallowing down your gasps greedily. Forehead pressed to yours, he’s looking down between your bodies. Grunting at the resistance of your tight hole. Reaching down between your bodies to slowly rub his thumb in loving little circles over your clit, peppering kisses down your jaw. Trying to ease you open. Feeling your hole flutter and give, he presses in barely another inch. Continuing to slowly ease you open on his cock, fingers and lips working to distract your mind as the effect it has on your body helps him finally press his pubic bone flush against you. Shared satisfied groans leave you both upon finally feeling every inch of each other. His throbbing length combined with those delicious pulsing veins feel heavenly, a deep sigh leaving you. Your twitching walls greedily sucking his length in. “So fucking tight baby, oh my god.”
“Feels so good, romi… so full.” Reaching down between your bodies pressing your palm against your lower stomach and… feeling him there. Bulging out of you. Pressing down softly. Broken moans leave you both instantly. But when he starts moving… thick pulsing inches pulling back slowly until just the fat tip remains. Then he’s pushing forward torturously slowly dragging himself through your plush walls, you feel everything. Every inch. Every pulsing vein. The light smack of his balls tapping against your skin. It’s maddening. Your walls mould to the shape of him.
He moves his hands to pin your hips down. His thrusts remain slow and deep. Cock filling you tenderly. It’s slow and sensual -loving- but then he starts grinding his hips deeeeep into you. Probing around gently with his tip to find that special spot. Watching every expression crossing your face. Then suddenly he’s angling his hips upwards and pulling the most pornographic sounds out of you. Your hands fly up to clutch his biceps, fingertips digging in to find some purchase while your back arches up into him so sluttily. “Ohhh yeah, right there? That feel good baby?” His tone teasing, eyes locking on the sight of him protruding your lower stomach. Mouth hanging open. Watching the bulge appear and disappear completely entranced. Your walls cling onto him pulling long drawn out groans from his open maw. His hands are moving to grip your legs now, moving them to rest on his shoulders.
Changing the angle when he sits back, leaning on his haunches. His strong grip on your legs when he repositions causes your hips to rise up off the bed. Suspended in his hold. Squealing when his next experimental thrust hits your sweet spot dead on. He’s turning his head to kiss your ankle tenderly. Pulling your focus to him. A charming smile beamed down at you.
Repositioning his arms to wrap securely around your knees pressing the backs of your legs flush against his chest. “Ready?” He’s asking softly between more peppered kisses against your ankle. “… yes?” With the leverage of his position he starts pounding into you. Hips swaying back and forth easily in his position, able to angle his hips to thrust deep up into your sweet spot. Your hands scramble to claw at the comforter below you needing something to ground. Hiromi alternates between deep thrusts into your sweet spot and burying himself to the hilt grinding into you, trim hairs at his public bone rubbing deliciously into your neglected clit. The bed creaks lewdly below you… surely alerting others of your early morning activities. Not that either of you are trying to be quiet.
His pace starts to increase, sweat coating your bodies now, the stench of sex so strong it’s heady. Intoxicating. You can feel your body exploding with heat, starting deep in your core and spreading rapidly. You start grabbing at his wrists needing to feel him close. Mewling out. Pleading with your eyes. He seems to get the message when he lets you drag him down toward your face. Legs stuck between you folding you in half as you get your greedy paws on his face, bringing him down for a needy kiss. Jaw hanging open around your moans, his cock is pressing so tight into every nook and cranny from this angle. Lathering him with filthy open mouth kisses and he folds you further into a mean mating press. He’s hitting into you so deep now you can feel him kissing your womb with every hard knock of his gooey tip.
You’re gasping into him now. Meeting his eyes, brows curved up in pleasure, eyes glassy. His hands are splayed out beside your head, hips curving into your heat swiftly, breathing erratic. He can feel your gummy walls pulsing faster, vice grip threatening to trap his swollen cock any second. Reaching between you he starts strumming expertly on your clit, groaning out as he feels how much it’s fluttering under his fingertips. His hips are starting to stutter thrusts becoming erratic, veins throbbing against your walls rapidly now. And you’re crying out. “Romiii! I’m so close... Gonna cum!” With a few more tight circles against your clit and perfectly aimed thrusts to your sweet spot. You’re convulsing around him.
Tight cunt locking around his cock so hard he can barely move, hips thrashing under him violently. Your eyes disappear into your skull, and the highest pitch squeal erupts out of you. He coaxes you through it, littering kisses across your face. Hands rubbing your hips soothingly. Hips rolling softly through each wave of your high. Until your breaths start to flow out less sporadic and your eyes find him again. “You did so good, sweetheart.” He’s cooing down at you, his voice cracking in time with his stuttering hips.
“You gonna cum romi?” He doesn’t need to answer, his cock is jumping inside you. “Wan’ it in me. Please romi… want you to cum in me.” You're slurring out. “Oh, fuck!” He’s croaking out, giving a few final thrusts before he’s pressing flush against you. Spurting his gooey cum deep in you. Coating your walls in him. His stomach twitching with the intensity of his orgasm, thrusting shallowly until his tip is dribbling. Legs wrapped tightly around him, letting him come down buried in you. He collapses onto you, hefty weight welcomed. Melting into each other finally spent. You meet for another soft kiss.
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“You’re fired. I have new representation.” Callahan guffaws at Brooke. “Who?” Turning to find… you. “Excuse you, you’re in my way.”
“She’s a law student. She can’t defend you.” Clearing your throat , cue David reading; Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruling 3.03.
“See? Thank you, David.”
“Counselors, approach the bench…” turning, Callahan tries to stop you. “You’re not going up there.”
“Oh, yes, I am.”
“Y/n Woods, your honour. Rule 3.03 of the Supreme Judicial Court states that a law student may appear on behalf of a defendant in criminal proceedings.” Callahan ever the party pooper cuts in, “I’m not allowing it.”
Turning so sweetly to him, “But you agreed last night… in your office when we discussed my career.” Sweet smile gracing your lips.
“The ruling also states that you need a licensed attorney to supervise you. Mr. Callahan?”
“That I won’t agree to.”
Hiromi interjects, “Uh, I’ll supervise, your honour.” And with that it’s settled. You will be defending Brooke. The first person to be cross examined by you would be… the deceased’s daughter. Miss Windham.
“Miss. Woods, you may begin questioning.”
Wow there’s a lot of people here… and Brooke is now depending on you, the nerves set in instantly. “Um, first of all I would like to point out that there is no proof in this case, but there is a complete lack of mens rea which by definition tells us there can be no crime without a viscous will.”
“I am aware of the meaning of mens rea. What I’m unaware of is why you’re giving me a vocabulary lesson when you should be questioning your witness.”
“Yes, your honour, um… Miss Windham, when you arrived back at the house, was your father there?”
“Not that I saw, but like I said, I went upstairs to take a shower.” She looks so smug.
“And when you came downstairs, what happened?”
“I saw Brooke standing over his body, drenched in his blood.”
“But Mrs. Windham didn’t have a gun?”
Leaning in smirking she speaks clearly into the mic. “No. She’d stashed it by then.”
Hiromi interjects, “move to strike that from the record, your honour. It’s speculation.”
“So stricken.” Turning to Hiromi with an anxious look on your face, he nods, urging you to go on.
“Miss Windham, did you hear a shot fired?”
“No. I was in the shower.”
“Okay, so, some time in the 20 minutes that you were in the shower, your father was shot.” Trying to piece together a story that just doesn’t fit.
“I guess.”
“Your father was shot while you were in the shower, but you didn’t hear the shot because… because you were in the shower?” Why does that seem wrong…
Scoffing, she leans in, “Yes. I was washing my hair.”
“Where is she going with this?” Hiromi’s second chair asks,
“Have a little faith, Gerard.”
Looking back at the papers available, “Um, Miss Windham, what had you done earlier in the day?”
She answers dryly, “I got up, got a latte, went to the gym, got a perm, and came home.”
Bingo. Turning back to her approaching slowly, “Where you got in the shower?”
“I believe the witness has made it clear that she was in the shower.” Laughs erupt around the courtroom. “Yes, your honour. Um, Miss Windham, had you ever gotten a perm before?”
“Yes…?”
“How many would you say?”
“Two a year since I was 12. You do the math.”
Continuing, “You know, a girl in my sorority, Tracy got a perm once? We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her, she didn’t have your bone structure. But, thankfully, that same day, she entered the Beta Delta Pi wet t-shirt contest, where she was drenched head to toe.”
“Objection! Why is this relevant?”
Turning to the judge pleadingly, “I have a point. I promise.”
“Then make it.”
“Yes, ma’am. Um, Miss Windham, why is it that Tracy’s curls were ruined when she got her hair wet?”
“Because they got wet?” She bristles slightly.
“Exactly. Because isn’t it the first cardinal rule of perm maintenance that you’re forbidden from getting your hair wet for at least 24 hours after getting a perm at the risk of deactivating the ammonium thioglycolate?” Her eyes widened visibly. “Y-yes.”
“And wouldn’t somebody who’s had, say, 30 perms in their life be well aware of this rule? And if in fact you weren’t washing your hair as I suspect you weren’t, because your curls are still intact, wouldn’t you have heard the gunshot? And if in fact you had heard the gunshot, Brooke Windham wouldn’t have had enough time to hide the gun downstairs before you got there, which would mean you would have had to have found Mrs. Windham with a gun in her hand to make your story plausible. Isn’t that right?” Hand propped up on your cocked hip, staring her down. And she just breaks…
She bursts out. “She’s my age! Did she tell you that? How would you feel if your father married someone your age?”
“You, however, had time to hide the gun, didn’t you Miss Windham? After you shot your father.”
“I didn’t mean to shoot him. I thought it was you walking through the door!” She’s posing straight at Brooke, tears staining her face, the court erupts in gasps. ‘Order! Order! Order!”
“Oh my god.” Turning to Hiromi dazed, you approach the defence table slowly. Distantly you can hear the judge ordering the daughters' immediate detainment. When you reach Hiromi he’s beaming, reaching out to shake your hand in congratulations. “Well done. I knew you could do it.”
“I’m the matter of the state vs. Brooke Windham, the case is dismissed. Mrs. Windham, you are free to go.” Cheers fill your ears.
“Miss. Woods, how did you know Miss Windham was guilty?”
“The rules of haircare are simple and finite. Any cosmo girl would’ve known.” With that you’re walking through the courtroom doors head held high. Until… someone starts calling out for you. Naoya. “What?”
“I just wanted to say that you were brilliant in there. And that I was wrong. And you’re the girl for me.” Deadpan, “Really?”
“Yes. Pooh bear… I love you.” He tries to kiss your hand. “Oh, Naoya. I waited so long to hear you say that… but if I’m going to be a partner at a law firm before I’m 30, I need a boyfriend who’s not such a complete bonehead.” In cuts Hiromi offering his hand out to you, which you take gladly squeezing gently.
Walking out of the courthouse together…
a/n okay I hope this isn’t completely horrible. if I keep editing I’ll go crazy and change the whole thing. feedback is welcome! also I haven’t seen this movie in ages so I hope this makes sense 😭
Synopsis: you have a crush on your androgynous roommate maki zenin while you’re in a relationship…?
Pairing: Makizeninxreader
Content MDNI: Mechanic!maki, shy!fem!reader, friends to lovers, you're YEARNING, first times(yours), you’re in the closet, COWGIRL fingering, oral (fem.rec), face riding, pussy spanking, PUSSYDRUNK Maki, FAREL Maki, you're dizzy, squirting, DRY HUMPING, Maki is down bad, dirty talking, voyerism, masterbation, you’re OBSSESSED, cheating on your bf, confessions(yours), POSSESSIVE Maki, implication of marathons, getting together, HOMEWRECKER maki
Word count: 5.2k
Disclaimers: *screams in bi-sexual* I hope you guys love :3
"So when were you going to tell me that the two of you got back together?"
Maki rubs her sweat damped forehead covered in car oil as she twists her wrench under the hood of the car, her muscles flex exposed out of her torn sleeved tank top, her tan skin glazed under the hot summer sun with her sweat. A ball of saliva slides down the parched linings of your dry throat as you gulp.
She turns to face you with a hand on her hip in protest waiting for her explanation. her wrench still in her hand, her hands covered in black car oil as she runs her hands through her spikey green hair.
You can't help but stare. You don't even realize that you're licking your lips.
"Hey! Helloooo earth to (y/n)?"
You finally snap out of it and respond to her maternally sounding question.
You shrug.
"I don't know—,"
You rub the back of your head and avert your eyes from unreasonably sexy way she removes her shirt to reveal the black sports bra and defined abs and unnecessary amount of scars beneath. Maki folds her bulky arms to her chest with a face as displeased as as always.
"Look, if you're gonna keep taking back my lame ass cousin noaya I'm staying out of it..."
Her tone is flat final and extremely agitated as she slams the hood of the car letting dust rise from the impact in the afternoon light of the beaming July sun. You're already at a lost for words at her honesty as you bite your bottom lip. Maki steps away rubbing her hands on a dirty oil filled cloth before walking over to you, outstretching a bottle of water to you.
"It's a billion degrees, drink, I know you're thirsty, I seen you gulping like you hadn't had a drink of water in days..."
You roll your eyes nervously taking the bottle of water knowing full well you're thirsty, but not for this damn water. You squeeze the plastic around the bottle as you chug it aggressively anyway.
"What do you even see in him? He never calls unless he needs something....you're too damn available..."
She stands in front of you making sure you can see her fully as she stands over you.
"Better yet, you know you deserve better...so why are you dealing with this shit?"
Maki's teeth grinds as she cracked her knuckles.
"To be fair....the sex is pretty good..."
You fidget nervously knowing that you're lying. You know it's because you're running, running from the fattest crush you have on your roommate. Maki zenin.
Maki scoffs.
"He doesn't even eat you out, didn't you tell me that not too long ago?? Is that your idea of sex that's so good it has you running back to him?"
"Well...its not a big deal...I never really had that kind of action before so I'm okay with not getting it."
Maki's hands flex into fists.
"Yeah. You're missing out twin"
She murmurs under her breath moving around to the side of the red car she was just working on and sliding beneath it on a roller.
"Nah...but hey look I have to get back to our apartment, it's my turn to cook tonight so don't touch the kitchen."
Maki remains working under the car while giving you a silent and casual thumbs up. You roll your eyes grabbing your purse to leave the mechanic shop.
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That evening you cooked of course making something simple like spaghetti, as you ate you couldn't help but become curious about when she was coming back to the apartment. For weeks you had to admit that you'd been experiencing some odd dreams. Wet ones in particular. The kind that wake you up out of your sleep in the middle of the night that leaves your panties soaked. The kind where the dream involves your androgynous roomate Maki who in every dream is ravishing your sopping wet cunt with her lips.
When you're finished eating dinner, your belly is
Twisting with anticipation as you clean up. When you read the time on your phone it’s well past 8pm and you're growing more and agitated by the minute. Your teeth grind so hard you can taste metal 'what's taking her so long? She didn't even eat dinner.'
Just as you had finished cleaning the kitchen you began washing the dishes. The pudgy muscles in your frame tense waiting for the sound of your front doorknob to twist. Each moment you knew it was becoming clearer and clearer that you wanted your friend and roommate as more than just that. You were goddamn thirsty, you were so frustrated by now from months of curiosity. But for fucks sake you were always way too shy and nervous to tell her. Maki was mean. Sometimes TOO mean, and it made you trip over your words with even just the words to explain to her what you were feeling. And honestly...it had taken you some time to figure out what you were feeling. But now you know. And whether you're scared or not you have to tell her because now it's practically killing you.
Just as you had finished washing the dishes the doorknob to your apartment twists and when you hear the click of the knob turning you shudder and your heart sinks. But you keep it cool and press your curled fist into the curve of your hip in protest.
Maki's face twists into confusion dropping her tool box at the walkway of the apartment.
"Um...you look...pissed?"
She steps into the dark apartment only illuminated by the living room tv and stove light.
"Yeah...you wasted dinner..."
Maki scoffs. 'What the hell is her problem all of a sudden?'
"You could've just saved it as leftovers...? What's the big deal..."
Your hands dampen with nervous sweat.
"I-I know...yeah...you're right...I had a long day...I'm sorry"
'Dammit I couldn't tell her....' You think to yourself as you turn off the lights of the apartment in frustration and walk toward your room.
"You're acting weird y/n....you okay?"
Maki follows you her tone genuinely concerned removing her shirt carelessly and you're already slamming your bedroom door behind you to hide the embarrassing rush of heart palpitations that bang against your ribcage as if it will burst through it. You hold your chest to catch your breath, your pulse quickening while a steady thudding echoed in your ears. You inhale deeply trying to cool the burning and feverish sensation that ignited the red flush of your cheeks.
"Fuck!"
Your tone is thick with desperation and the utter incapacity to catch your breath. You look around the spinning room until it stills. When you stand your legs feel like jelly until they buck.
"Damn these feelings...they...they're overwhelming...too overwhelming to tell her...I almost feel as if I never could—,"
You stiffen realizing you're talking to yourself. Well damn, she's really making me crazy isn't she...
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Later that night you lay awake in your bed your room is dark. The thoughts of her have kept you up tonight, the nagging feeling to just tell her how you feel physically curating an unbearable gnawing feeling in your gut. You close your eyes and just as you do, you get a text from your toxic boyfriend Naoya.
"Hey baby, nudes for me tonight?"
You clench your jaw tight in annoyance. Until your eyes hear the faintest sound. The soft sound of maki's voice...or a sound that she's making. You gulp trying not to jump to conclusions as you slowly spring from your bed and quietly leave your room. When you peak at the room next door, the sound coming from maki's room grows louder. Maki's room door is cracked with the faintest dimlighting seeping through, you peak an eye in to be discreet and you've fully convinced yourself at this point that it's just to make sure she's okay, it's just to make sure that the moaning isn't of pain....but when your eyes obsorb the sight before you, you can't even look away. No you don't WANT to look away.
Maki's muscles and scars coil with tension as her hand moves between her perched up legs. Her moans sound like music to your ears, you almost close your eyes just to listen to the sound. To savor the sound. But your eyes snap back open, needing to see everything, to take it all in because you've NEVER seen maki in such a weakened and vulnerable state and it makes your heart bang against your ribcage. Your face overheats with flush and you almost wonder for a moment if you'll suffer from a cardiac arrest as you gulp, slithering the glob of saliva down the dry and parched flesh in your throat. The sight of her working her hands in just the right alway to please herself makes the space between your legs glisten and dampen with need. Your breathing deepens with a farel need to have her, but you restrain yourself clamping your hands to the wood of her doorframe. Your heavy breathing quickly escalates to panting and you can barely restrain yourself any longer noticing your trembling and damp hands.
When Maki's moans grow louder your free hand finally snakes down your front to lift your shirt and beneath your panties. Your index finger teases your most sensitive flesh hidden between your glistening folds as you rub gently, the movements slow and careful until your greed takes over and you're rubbing harder. The sensitive flesh there growing more and more tender under your fingers. And now you're Farel, an absolute fucking goner, the moans filling your ears mixed with the raw sensitivity of your erogenous flesh has goosebumps peaking over your skin. You sink your teeth into your plump bottom lip and a sudden thought clouds your mind.
'My boyfriend Naoya would never make me feel this way...I didn't even KNOW I could feel this way...'
And with that singular thought you can't even hold back anymore. A raw, desperate moan tears from your throat.
But suddenly the moaning in Maki's room stops. And your heart skips a beat. 'Shit, she heard me'
Before Maki reaches her room door to open it to investigate the faint sound, your hiding behind the bathroom door.
"Y/n?"
She calls out her voice slighly shaky. You peak from behind the bathroom door knowing it's all but too late. You're sure she knows. You move from the bathroom back into the hallway.
"Yes? Maki..?"
Your shy and timid Toney seems to soften her nearly nervous face.
"Y/n you're blushing?"
You nod anxiously.
"Just Naoya texting me about...s-stuff"
Even you're proud of such a believable lie that you came up with out the thin fucking air.
"Oh...okay...well...what you doing up so late? And I'm sorry for the noise..."
She blushes at her admittance.
"No, no, you're fine! What noise? I didn't hear anything..."
Maki folds her arms and leans against her doorframe.
"You're a terrible liar you know that?"
Your breath catches hard and your heart sinks with an intensity that makes you wonder if this is what it feels like to be at the brink of death.
"What!? Why would you accuse me of lying maki!? I'm fine, I swear I had headphones in all night"
She scoffs.
"Uhhh huh, and you never answered my question about what you were doing up so late"
You pant heavily your cheeks hotter than a branding iron.
"I-I've just had a lot on my m-mind..."
You stammer nervously, your hand coming up to grip your other arm at your side.
"Like what?"
The inquisitive nature of Maki's questions overwhelm you and make you feel cornered, and you'd almost do anything for her to leave it alone.
"Maki! I'm fine..."
She startles for a moment at your defensiveness and holds her hands out in slight surrender.
"Alright jeeze..."
But when she opens her room door to disappear behind it you snap. You can't take it anymore. You're not sure if it's because this crush has been ruining your goddamn life or if the timing was magically just right tonight but it slipped out in just the way you had imagined it in your head.
"I-I've been having these feelings..."
Your words trail off as if you're afraid to hear it outside of your head were you've kept them safe for so long. Safe from accepting it, safe from the reality.
Maki turns to face you and in her eyes is absolutely nothing but hope. You stare into her hopeful eyes and you immediately know. You know that look, it's the kind of look you've had in your eyes for months since the two of you had first moved in together. The silence stretched for a while too long. The tension thick.
Mali's eyes narrowed with intensity.
"Just say it."
Her tone is flat and demanding.
"I-I think I like women..."
Maki’s chest rise’s and falls with a deep breath as her breathing clearly deepens. She moves toward you, closing the small space between you.
“And what makes you think that?”
The silence in long and profound, only making your heartbeat so loud it thrums in your throat like a second pulse. You gulp loudly stalling the urge to speak. Your hands curl into fists with restraint. Because you know you have to say it now…and there’s no turning back.
“B-because of you…I-I like you Maki…”
You finally stammer it out and when you do Maki closes what already little space there is between you, her eyes narrowing into yours. Her firm hands coiled with restraint rubs along your plush flesh until her fingers squeeze slow and firmly to the peak of your hip. Her hands grip there and yank your hips to press hard against hers. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when she does, you’re already at her mercy just at her heated proximity. She slowly leans her head into yours, her breath mingling along your cheek and neck.
And just before you let her kiss that sensitive spot at the side of your neck she whispers there.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that y/n…”
Her voice is a whisper, thick with restrained need. You fight the urge to stay frozen under her touch. Your hands move from your sides and rise over her biceps until you’re at her shoulders. Your hands land there gently to caress the scarred soft skin there, while your breathing seeps from her gentle breath tingling along your neck sending chills down your spine. The urge to slam her against the wall and rush this has you grinding your teeth with barely contained suppressed need. And then you finally feel it.
Soft, wet and patient lips pressing to that tender neck of yours. Slow and unhurried and immediately drawing a shuddering moan from your lips. When she hears your moan, loud and unfiltered, her hands squeeze tighter at your hips before she’s leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and sucking along your neck. And then moving the cold, wet, slow and gentle kisses down just the curve of your shoulder. And then down your collar bone. And then your chest. She moans muffled against your flesh, muffled while tasting you against her mouth with a deep yearning feeling for more.
She lifts her head from your chest and presses a needy and open mouthed kiss to your lips. You deepen the kiss with an urgency that borders on desperation, your lips pressing hard into hers until your tongue is pressing past her lips and tangling with hers. And when she moans it only makes you crazier, your hands move up to tangle in her hair and grip there with an intensity that makes her ravish you.
In the middle of the heated kiss her hands move from the gripped and steady place on your hips to roam all over stomach until she’s groping your breasts and squeezing with a deep need for you.
“M-maki…”
You whine desperately. Your hands on her shoulder trembling with need.
“Yeah?”
She rasps breaking the kiss. Her eyes locked on yours searching for any sign of discomfort.
“I-I’m scared…I’ve never been with a woman before…”
Maki takes a deep and rough inhale and exhale to hold back to beast inside of her that just flared with heat at your admition.
“That’s alright y/n….”
She moves her hands from your breast to your back to pull you in somehow closer for another gentle tap kiss.
“I’m going to take care of you…okay?”
Your face burns hot like an inferno in her arms. She pulls you into another fierce kiss gripping the fabric at the back of your shirt to press you harder against her. When she finally breaks the kiss she’s already smiling gently at the sight of you already disheveled because of her. Something possessive creeps it’s way into her chest igniting a warm burning feeling as she lifts you into her arms princess style and grips tight to your thigh. She carries you into the dark living room, and makes no effort to turn on the lights. When she looks down at you, your hands are gripping into the fabric of her black sports bra and she lets another gentle closed mouthed smile creep in the crook of her lips.
“Where are you going…the bed is…”
Maki lets out a mischievous chuckle.
“I’m going to show you something that feels better outside of the bed”
You gulp nervously followed by heavy breathing with anticipation for what she’s talking about.
She finds your desperate panting cute as she sits you down on the sofa and has you straddle her waist. You look down at her with curiosity as her hands find your thighs and slowly trail upward toward your waist.
“What’s this?”
Your mind spinning with possibilities.
“Ssshhhh…..be a good girl and let me work. Hold the questions until the end…”
You nod as her hands move under your shirt to remove it. She slides your shirt off in one rough swift motion, your breath catches at the cool air that graces your now bare skin and exposed breast. Your hands immediately find her shoulders as her find your waste. Her eyes roam over your perfect silhouette before her, as her fingers move to remove the fabric of your panties, teasing at the spandex lining before they’re sliding down your legs. You stand so they’re fully removed from you before stationing back in the straddling position on her lap. Both of your breathing deepens with an unfiltered desire, when your panties hit the floor her mouth immediately finds one of your breast to suckle on your petruding nipples.
“Mmm…”
You can barely utter words at the pleasure and sensation of her cold wet mouth massaging your breasts and sucking on your nipples. You massage her hair. Her moans muffled against your breast as she works her mouth.
“M-maki p-please I want you!”
Maki’s eyes lock on yours.
“Where do you want me sweetheart?”
She says her tongue teasing at your petruding nipples.
Her hands slide down your hips to rub your sensitive nub.
“Mmhmmm….”
You whimper helplessly.
Then there’s a sudden feeling. Soft fingers rubbing on your slick folds, teasing before her index and middle finger slide in making plop! Sound that makes you both moan. Her fingers swirl around your insides for only a moment before her fingers move in a steady thrust like motion. The sound of your slimy slick mimicking the sound of Mac n cheese as she moves her pace. She slowly picks up the pace matching her barely restrained desire.
“Fuck”
Her tone blunt and strained.
Her fingers curl into your tender spot that makes you whimper at the sensitivity. Your reaction on spuring her on and making her more desperate to hear every sound you make. She pushes in on that spot slower and then rougher with every stroke of her fingers between your slicks walls.
“M-maki I like that…yes! Right there…”
You say with quiver lips.
Her voice is dark and gritty as she leans in to whisper against your ear.
“How much do you like you baby tell me, so I can have you a trembling goddamn mess around my hands darling…”
“I need you so badly Maki please…its the only thing I want right now”
she murmurs softly her slick getting wetter by the minute.
You tilt your head back to let out a deep and unfiltered moan. Her fingers continue to target that spot with tirelessly. Your moans just fuel to the already growing fire in her core. She’s already wet and throbbing beneath her boxers at the sight of you coming undone and the sounds you’re making. She pants heavily with the eagerness and desperation to witness your orgasm.
She lets out a low grumble from deep in the back of her throat, her fingers pumping in and out of you as she rides on the high of pure primal need to make you hers. And only hers.
“Tight little fucking thing…clenching around me already”
You’re already whimpering and trembling at her intense hands working you to death, your hips thrashing in a grinding motion just to intensify what you can already barely handle. She can’t help the urge now to taste your hidden and tender nub. Her tongue going in to flick at that raw flesh there as her fingers consistently let you slosh your slick around them as they push into your g spot.
“Oh maki!”
hearing your need and desperation like this, for her and her alone almost breaks Maki.
the sound of you losing yourself to pleasure sets a fire within Maki, a fire that won't be put out until she's wrung the last drop of bliss from your body. her fingers speed up slightly, curling to hit that sweet sensitive spot that makes you arch your back and moan her name.
"say it again"
she growls out, her voice guttural with raw need.
"I want to hear you say my name again, sweetheart. louder. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know who’s tearing you apart”
she rovers her lips nipping, kissing and sucking at your exposed skin as she murmurs rough against the curve of your hip before nipping gently at the sensitive flesh there.
“Oh god maki!”
You’re practically drunk on the feeling as your bounce there on her fingers. Letting the feeling of her working fingers slide in and out of you.
"you're so goddamn wet, sweetheart. That’s it, say my name”
“Oh maki!! I-I’m gonna—!!”
You’re bellowing out feeling your body tense up, your muscles lock, and you shiver and tremble viciously until you’re practically blacking out and seeing stars, and leaking your white creamy substance down maki’s fingers.
While you’re coming down from your high she teases your raw g spot just once more before removing her fingers and sucking every bit of your juices from her fingers.
You pant heavily the world still spinning as you recover from the orgasm. But without warning she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace.
“It’s alright sweetheart I’m right here okay? Deep breathes….”
She buries her face in crook of your neck while her hand caresses your back as your arms return the affection wrapping tightly against her back.
She breathes deeply for you to follow her breathing pattern just to settle you. Her fingers intertwine with yours and you both squeeze firmly.
Your breathes follow hers until the trembling and shivering subsides.
When she finally feels you settle she kisses your neck before standing.
“M-maki where are you going?? A-aren’t you done with me?”
“Fuck no. I’m just getting started love”
“Oh?”
“Go get on that bed. Now”
Without hesitation you immediately and shamelessly scurry to your room quickly to drop down onto your bed.
When you drop onto the bed it’s as if you’re already sheepish to what you know she intends to do you. She grins at sight before her, a goddamn dream come true, for the both of you.
“On your back”
Her voice a feminine commanding voice you’d dare disobey.
The sight of you so eager and desperate and obedient layed out on your bed like and offering is almost too much. Seeing you like that for HER of all people makes her want to take you right here and now. She wants you so damn back it practically hurts as she steps toward your bed at your bare and exposed body.
“You’re going to love every second of this in just a second…”
She says grinning at your eager face.
She kisses your burning red cheeks before gripping a firm hand to the back of your neck to steady you and kissing you rough. You yelp at the sudden grip but you return the intensity of her kisses sloshing your needy tongue around in her mouth. She moans softly and bites and pulls on the flesh of your bottom lip with her teeth as she breaks the kiss.
“I intend to make a goddamn mess of your pretty little pussy sweetheart…”
You whine softly at the implication as she presses a firm hand on your stomach to push you down onto the bed. She leaves a trail of kisses and love bites down your chest and bare sensitive breast. Her hands firm on your hips digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise your soft body until she reaches your inner thigh.
Her kisses become slower teasing close enough to just before where you want her most.
“M-maki please!”
She sinks her teeth at the flesh at your inner thigh.
“Please what?”
She gins at the beautiful sight of your glistening and glimmering slick between your legs that are already trembling with a visceral need for her mouth.
“PLEASE TASTE ME!!”
You’re crying out. Already lost, already desperate, willing to do ANYTHING to feel her mouth at this point.
“Taste what sweetheart?”
She runs a slow rough tongue from the back to the front and over your little nub in one go before plants and open mouthed kiss and stops.
“That? Is that what you want sweet heart?”
You squirm needily beneath her, your hips bucking with desperation for more. But She presses hard on yourself thighs forcing them spread apart with a roughness that makes you mule just to keep you hostage.
“No running sweetheart…”
“M-more Maki!! Please!!”
Your face burns hot as you beg for what you need most.
“Okay sweetheart….only because you asked so nicely….”
Her hands grip firm into your thighs as she lowers her mouth to your warm and glistening core to plant another open mouthed kiss to your raw and sensitive flesh there, her soft wet lips pressing to you while your tongue massages your sweet folds. Running up and along your opening and in between the folds with a sucking motion that vacuums your pussy. And when you cry out and buck your hips against her mouth she smacks a mean rough hand down on your sensitive nub.
“No, no sweetheart….let me do my thing…”
She murmurs against your core before divulging in another open mouthed kiss to your core and letting her lips purse in a kissing suctioning motion. She flicks her tongue along your tender nub in the center of your core. She lets her tongue wildly ravish you running it just along your entrance again before sucking on your clit.
“M-m-more maki please!”
She grins on your core before spanking your pussy again.
“Okay sweetheart….you want more?”
She stands from your dripping pussy full of saliva and your juices, before lying down next to you.
Look over at her next you in innocent confusion.
“W-what?”
Maki gestures her hand to her face.
“Sit your sweet ass on my face sweetheart”
She says bluntly, and you don’t let her ask you twice as you move without hesitation to lower yourself over Maki’s lips and mouth. The moment you finally let yourself rest on her face, she immediately begins to move her tongue and grips your thighs firmly down onto her face as she moans.
“m-maki!!”
You cry out as your moving hips only intensify with your need.
“I bet your shitty boyfriend doesn’t make you feel like this huh?”
“N-no! He can’t make me feel like this!”
You yelp helplessly with unhinged desire.
The feeling of her kissing and sucking on your pussy makes you crazy. You’re grinding your hips on her ravishing mouth while her tongue still manages to tease your clit running circles around it in rough and desperate motions. She moves her firm hands from your thick plush thighs to your ass just to squeeze and spread you so mean on her mouth that you mule loudly. Your thighs tremble around her face as she slurps your pussy loudly as if it’s her last meal. Your grinding and rolling hips do nothing to stop the unrelenting eager movements of her tongue that’s now pushing in and out of your entrance just to taste more of you.
“MAKI!!”
“That’s it sweetheart….thats what I want hear”
Maki rubs your clit hard until you’re spraying your liquid down her chin and chest. Your eyes stream with tears as you whine and whimper uncontrollably. Your body immediately trembling hard before another orgasm crashes through your body, and maki runs her tongue all throughout your pussy just to eat it all up, slurping sounds echoing loudly with her sheer need to taste and devour every part of you.
And when you slide from her mouth to collapse onto your bed, she sits up to admire the completely and utterly ruined sight of you barely able to move.
“You did such a good job sweetheart….such a good fucking girl”
Her hand coming up squeeze your hip gently.
.
.
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By morning you had let your roommate maki suck your pussy until it was completely raw and sensitive from her mouth. She had even folded you in half just to get a better taste of you, and when your offered to reciprocate she wouldn’t let you, wouldn’t even let you loose to rest. But now you’re lying in bed ignoring your boyfriend naoya’s third phone call.
Maki sits up in your bed next to you and gestures to your phone.
“You know he’s not going to stop calling…”
You sigh with an annoyed nod and answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Damn baby where you been? I’ve been calling you all morning…”
You sigh and answer reluctantly.
“Sure I guess….”
But just before you could utter another word Maki reaches over your shoulder to snatch your phone from your grasp.
“Look dude she’s busy with me right now. And next time you guys have sex try eating her out….she tastes amazing…just so she doesn’t come begging for me again…although….I doubt even that would stop her now bud. Good luck.”
the gap moe is gojo satoru, number one gaming youtuber in japan, and how he crashes out loser style whenever people hit on his vlogger girlfriend. (that’s you, by the way.)
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, youtuber au, everyone is an adult, hints of reverse harem
AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ GUYS I HATE NAOYA AS MUCH AS YOU TRUST THE PLOT PLEASEEE I BEG
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
the j in jujutsu corp stands for jeez why are we still working here...
【 A FIVE PART SERIES 】 . . . the hectic life of sleep-deprived employees, their shithole of a company, and you, the friendly new intern who wears the chanel spring 2026 two-piece to work. welcome to jujutsu corp, where your arrival finally brings color (and much needed gossip) to the office.
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, office au, female reader, intern!reader, reader is a nepo baby but everyone loves her bc she’s cool, reverse harem, everyone is an adult, the company stuff in this fic is not peer-reviewed
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┊ our new intern wears chanel to work
┊ boss if you make her cry one more time our stock plummets ✶
┊ team building is why our company’s in shambles
┊ do ghosts work overtime?
┊ the security files (they almost got fired)
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older gf!shoko ieiri being turned on because it's your first time ╱ mdni, fingering, minimal ass play, pussy eating ˚.✦
She finally has you splayed on her bed, only with your bra and damp panties on, your breathing is ragged and you’re fighting the urge to cover your face because you know she would tie your hands to the headboard.
“S-Shoko…” you call her, watching the older woman get rid of her own clothes.
“Yes, baby?” she says, her voice is sweet and soft, you can feel her caressing your body with her own tone. “Everything alright?”
“Y-yeah, it’s just… you know I’m a virgin.” You don’t know how to put your nervousness into words, so you just say that, hoping that she understands you.
“I know, sweetheart, you told me,” she nods, climbing the bed so she’s resting naked by your side. Her warm hand comes up to play with your tits, just massaging them over the bra, feeling the nipple harden. “Can I get rid of the rest of your clothes?”
She smiles at you so gently it almost hurts, her dark eyes sparkling with something hungry and tender all at once. “Of course you can say no, baby. But I really want to see all of you, I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
Your throat feels tight, but you nod anyway, Shoko’s fingers are careful as she unhooks your bra and slides it down your arms, tossing it somewhere off the bed. Then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your damp panties and tugs them slowly down your legs.
When the fabric finally leaves your skin and she sees you completely bare, smooth from the shave you did earlier that day, her brows pull together just a little, a soft disappointed huff leaves her lips.
“Aww… you shaved,” she murmurs, running her fingertips lightly over the hairless skin. “Don’t do it anymore for me, okay? I like it better when you’re fuzzy down here.”
You whimper, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “S-sorry… I thought it would be easier…”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” she cuts you off, voice dropping lower as she leans in and kisses just above your mound. “You’re still so fucking cute. But next time I want to feel those soft curls against my tongue, yeah?”
Before you can answer, Shoko settles between your thighs, spreading them wider with her palms. She’s already so wet herself you can see it glistening on her inner thighs, but she doesn’t touch herself yet, her focus is all on you. She coats her fingers generously with lube, the cool slick sound making your stomach flip. Then one warm hand rests on your lower belly while the other slides down. You can’t help yourself and let out a tiny gasp, trying to close your legs out of instinct.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, voice thick with lust she’s barely holding back. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to be your first.”
Her middle finger circles your entrance slowly, spreading the lube around your folds. You’re already dripping, but she adds more anyway, making everything slippery and messy.
“Gonna start with one, okay? Breathe for me.”
She pushes in carefully, just the tip at first and you gasp at the stretch. It doesn’t hurt, not really, just feels different. Her finger is long and gentle, curling slightly as she sinks deeper until she’s knuckle-deep.
“Oh my god,” Shoko breathes out, eyes fluttering half-closed like she’s the one getting fucked. “You’re so tight, baby, so warm and soft inside. I’m losing my mind.”
She starts moving slowly, pumping in and out with careful strokes while her thumb finds your clit and rubs soft little circles. Every time she presses against that spot inside you, your hips twitch.
“That’s me touching you nice and deep.” she says, kissing your inner thigh. “Does it feel good?”
“Y-yes ah Shoko…” you moan, hands fisting the sheets because you’re scared if you touch her she’ll stop.
She adds a second finger after a minute, scissoring them gently to open you up. Her breathing is getting heavier, cheeks flushed and you can tell she’s fighting not to just devour you.
“God, listen to those little sounds you make,” she groans, leaning down to kiss your neck, then your tits, sucking one nipple into her mouth while her fingers keep working you open. “I’m so wet just from fingering you, baby. You’re doing so well for your first time, taking my fingers like such a good girl.”
Her pace picks up a little, curling harder against that spongy spot that makes sparks shoot up your spine. She can’t stop talking, the words spilling out between kisses and soft bites.
“Ah, ah, Sho… Shoko!” you whimper, eyes shutting and back arching. “Feels ‘mazing, ah!”
“I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted to be the one who makes you feel this for the first time. Fuck, you’re clenching around me so tight. You gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart? Let me feel it. I want to watch you fall apart.”
She adds just a bit more pressure on your clit, rubbing faster, and her voice cracks with how turned on she is.
“Come on, baby… Show me how pretty you look when you finish.”
Your thighs start to shake, the feeling building fast and overwhelming. Shoko’s eyes are locked on your face, dark with lust, lips parted as she keeps talking to you through every second.
“Cum for me, my sweet girl.” She leans in to trap your lips in a kiss and muffle your moans, she feels you clenching hard and cumming on her fingers, your thighs spasming and back arching. “That’s my girl.”
She presses a kiss to your forehead, cleaning the sweat with the back of her hand. “Baby… can you keep going for me? I’m not done with you yet. I want more.”
You nod weakly, voice hoarse. “O-okay… yeah.”
A bright and hungry smile spreads across her lips. “Good girl.”
She gently pulls her fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. Then she helps you turn over, guiding you until you’re on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress. Your ass is up high, back arched, completely exposed. She runs her hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, squeezing softly.
“Comfortable like this, sweetheart?” she asks, as she strokes your lower back. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You bury your face in the pillow, cheeks burning. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. Shoko… what are you gonna do?”
She chuckles softly, the sound warm and a little wicked. She spreads your cheeks gently with both hands, exposing everything to the cool air of the room.
“I’m gonna eat you out from the back, baby,” she says, almost purring. “Gonna taste every inch of this pretty pussy while you’re all open for me like this.”
Before you can even process her words, you feel something warm and wet land right on your asshole. Shoko just spit on it. You gasp, your body jolting a little. She watches as the spit slowly drips down, sliding over your tight hole and down to your soaked pussy lips.
“Fuck… so messy already.”
Her tongue is hot and soft as it drags from your clit all the way up, licking through your folds in one long stripe. She moans loudly against you, the vibration making your toes curl.
“Mmm… you taste so fucking good,” she groans, doing it again, savoring every bit. “Even better from behind. God, I love having you like this.”
She buries her face deeper, tongue circling your entrance before pushing inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. One of her hands stays on your ass, keeping you spread open while the other reaches underneath to rub your swollen clit in tight circles.
You can barely hold yourself up, moans spilling out into the pillow as she eats you like she’s starving. Every lick and every suck, every time her nose presses against your asshole makes your legs shake harder.
Shoko pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your wet skin. “Keep making those pretty noises for me, mmh. You’re so sweet and puffy, fuuuuck, I’m so wet just from tasting you.”
She spits on you again, this time letting it drip down while her tongue chases it, licking everything up in messy and eager strokes. Her fingers keep working your clit faster, and you can feel another orgasm already starting to build, hot and overwhelming.
“You gonna cum again for me like this?” she asks, voice muffled against your folds but still so full of lust.
“Y-yes! Shoko, nghh, you’re so good… shit, hah!” Your own voice is muffled when you bury your face in the pillow, fisting the sheets as Shoko keeps closing her mouth around your clit and sucks gently.
Her tongue flicks fast and you know you won’t last much longer. Shoko just keeps going, moaning like she’s the one getting pleasured, completely lost in how much she loves being your first. When the sensation starts to feel like too much, you have the instinct to pull back, but Shoko grabs your hip with one hand as the other pinches your clit.
“Nuh-uh, don’t squirm away. You have to cum,” Shoko says while your moans fill the room.
“Shoko, please! Please mmph it’s too much!” you try to say, but Shoko doesn’t listen to you and keeps circling your clit until her face is covered in your cum, mixed with her own saliva.
“My sweet girl,” she says, pulling back from your pussy and letting you flop on the bed. She grabs you by the waist, pulling you into her chest.
“Did I… did I do good?” you ask, not really thinking about what you were saying, your whole body sore from Shoko’s actions.
“You did amazing, sweetheart. The prettiest virgin ever.” She kisses the top of your head, her hand caressing the sensitive nipple. “Can’t believe I have you all for myself. Cause you’re all mine, yeah?” She looks down, making you look up at her.
You nod vigorously, a tired smile on your face. “A-all yours,”
Shoko hums low, you can feel the vibration. “That’s what I love to hear, sweetie.”
“what?” you look over at him holding your breath to push back your laughter.
you tilt your head confused.
“yes baby?” you feign innocence and it just makes him more mad.
“the hell did you just say?” his voice is more rough, he’s obviously trying his best not to be mad with you.
“what do you—“ “stop acting fucking clueless, you’re not.” he stands up and leans over you.
you shrug trying to hold back a smile, but you fail terribly.
“what’s funny?” you shake your head. “nothing—“ “no no, because im so funny, right?” he laughs loudly. “we’ll see what’s funny.”
he gets up leaving you stunned.
3 hours later in the kitchen…
the house has been quiet for three hours straight, going on four.
until…
“wish i had a girlfriend who could cook.”
he huffs and walks past the island where your standing in front of cooking on the stove.
“excuse me?!” you turn your head towards him.
“don’t walk away from me, come back here!!” you yell and pick up a paper towel roll and throw it at him.
he walks over to you with that stupid smirk.
“yes mamas?” he puts his large rough hands on your waist and kisses your jaw.
you move back but not to much, you love when toji loves you like that.
“stop, and what did you just say?” you huff.
“say wh-“ “don’t fuck with me fushiguro.” he chuckles and slowly and gently kisses your neck.
“I don’t know what you mean ma, m’just walking around.”
you move away from him and sigh. “sorry..”
he walks forward your back on his chest. “sorry about what n/n?”
“for saying what I did earlier..” you put your head down and turn the stove down.
his hot breath brushing your neck his face nuzzled. “mm, I forgive you I guess.”
“just say you forgive me toji.” “i forgive you mamas”
editors note: basically I just see toji being petty and somehow making you apologize idk, also im working on part 2 of my streamer choso series guys dww :) also i hit 400 followers so i have a special coming for you guys!!!🫶
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you cut him off. you told yourself it wouldn’t hurt, and it wouldn’t, right? he was just another ex that broke your heart, no different than any other boy. you had never expected him out of all people to come running back..
warnings/tags: this series has a lot of assholery, yuta’s twin sister!reader, fem!reader, college!au, angst/comfort, cussing, ooc (?), desperate ex!megumi, death mentioned briefly, not proofread
Megumi pushed his hair back as he ran, chest heaving. The last time he had ran so fast was back in the second grade for a bet he made with Yuji in their gym class.
If Megumi could go back in time, he would. At least you’d still be talking to him, even if you two were literal kids. He remembered the way you used to look at him. How could he forget?
You had looked at him that way for so long. Every day for over ten years, you’d wait outside school for him to walk home together without fail. It didn’t matter if you had a big argument that day, you’d always stand at the gate, the only difference was that you wouldn’t say a word until he did.
But you were kids back then. You couldn’t fix arguments like that anymore. You couldn’t just ignore each other until all the anger fizzled out, cause you two were adults now. In the real, fucked up world.
He almost slipped as he slid across a puddle. He hadn’t even bothered changing into his shoes out of his slippers. If you were there, you definitely would’ve made a comment about how disgusting he was for wearing socks with sandals.
He missed that more than anything. When you didn’t actually mean your insults, and you’d begrudgingly apologize for doing so minutes after. He missed when you’d show up outside his dorm, frowning, whenever you couldn’t sleep.
He missed you in general.
The rain didn’t help. It only reminded him of you. Well- almost everything did, but I guess that’s what breaking up with the first person you ever actually cared about does to you.
You had your first kiss in the rain.
You practically had to drag him out there, and by the time he was out there, he was still cursing at you under his breath, mumbling something about how ‘annoying’ you were. You spent thirty minutes ranting about he was basically a cat, and he pulled out the big guns to shut you up. Though you spent a good week teasing him about it, it was all too worth it.
The wind was knocked out of his lungs as he ran down a steep hill, one that led to the street that your house belonged to. He huffed, the memories of the first conversation you had after your break up flashing back and forth in his head.
He had locked eyes with you in the hallway, watching as you fumbled with your books nervously. Momo had whispered something in your ear, snapping you back to reality. His stomach dropped as he walked toward you, because the glare you sent him was the nastiest he had ever seen.
People had deliberately walked slower to stay and spectate. Word gets around fast, and everyone had somehow already knew you two had broken up. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“[Name].” He murmured. Painfully.
“Don’t fucking call me that.” You snapped at him, and several ‘oooo’s could be heard in the background. You had never gotten mad at him, so the fact that you were now redirecting all your anger towards him made him gulp.
“Would you just let me-”
When he thought this situation couldn’t get any worse, it most definitely did.
Hana had ran up to him, and wrapped her arms right around his, clinging to him. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you only scoffed, the soft gaze you used to give him now replaced with a sneer. You had dragged your shorter friend with you, shoes tapping against the floor way too loud.
Megumi winced. He never meant to hurt you. He could never hurt you. He’d never be able to forgive himself.
Before he knew it, he was already outside your door, drenched in rainwater. He slammed his palms against the door desperately, lip almost quivering.
You were perched right on the kitchen counter, watching your older brother make dinner.
“What are you even making?…” You tilted your head, twisting your neck in an almost inhumane way. Yuta was too scared to look up and see, cause you had always done that to scare him when you were kids.
“Can you be patient for once?” His voice cracked at the end. You caught on almost immediately.
He was hiding something.
“Yu.”
He inhaled sharply, trying not to seem suspicious. “Can’t you see I’m busy? What do you want, [N/N]?”
“What are you hiding?”
He froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Tell me before I break your knees backwards.”
He was about to jump up and run, when the you two caught on to the banging at your door. When you spun around to look, he sighed in relief. Nice save.
“I’ll go get it.” You hopped off the kitchen island, but not before you whipped around to face Yuta. “I’m not done with you.”
Worth a shot.
You swung the front door open, immediately feeling the cool breeze from the rain hit you. You gripped the door frame, because why the hell was your ex, out of all people, standing at your door? (and getting your doormat all wet)
You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing the door to slam it in his face. Before you could, he placed his palm against the wooden door, forcing you to keep it open.
“Wait. Please.”
You glanced back to make sure Yuta wouldn’t hear. “What the fuck are you doing here? Don’t you have a girlfriend to run to?”
“She’s not…” He shook his head, swallowing his words. Why was he struggling? He had known you for so long, and he still wasn’t able to face you when you were upset. He hated disappointing you.
He looked distressed, and the sight made your stomach involuntarily churn. He felt pathetic, standing there at his ex’s door, his shirt clinging to chest.
“Yeah- right.” You gritted through your teeth.
“Please.. just let me explain.” He said, voice full of pleading.
“I gave you several chances, fushiguro. If I still wanted an explanation from you, I wouldn’t have blocked you.” Your eyebrows knitted together, hand still rested on top of the wooden doorframe
“Okkotsu.”
“Fushiguro. We both know how this is gonna end.”
“[Name]…”
“You know I’ll always care, but you have to go..”
He took a tiny step closer, while you took one back. “[N/N].. please just listen to me. One last time. And I swear on my life- I’ll never bother you again.”
“M’sorry, Fushiguro.” You pushed his hand off the door gently, moving to close it, softer than before.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had been keeping this fucking secret from you for the past six months, and that weight was slowly crushing him beneath its foot. He blurted something that made you choke on air.
“Arranged marriage.”
You let the door slowly swing open on its own, and it ended up hitting the wall behind it.
Your throat dried. “Excuse me?”
“My parents. Wanted me to marry into a prestigious family.”
He stumbled over his words, now incapable of forming full sentences. You didn’t know how Yuta was complete unaware of the interaction going on at his front steps, but you were somewhat grateful.
It wasn’t like your family wasn’t rich. Far from that, actually. You and Yuta probably came from one of the richest families in Japan, Yuta being the heir to all that they owned.
The only problem? Your parents were… kinda dead. Maybe that’s what affected his family’s view on yours. You weren’t complete. Abnormal.
“They… what?” You couldn’t comprehend what was going on. The sight of him on the verge of breaking down, the porch lights flickering, and with the sound of rain- too much for your brain to handle.
“They would’ve b-banned me from seeing you. I was supposed to marry Hana several weeks ago, but-” He croaked. He couldn’t finish. He couldn’t say her name while standing in the presence of the woman he loved.
That was what broke him. He started full on sobbing into his hands in front of you, no care for the world. When you were together, he would only silently cry into your chest when things would get too hard, but no- all that came crashing down right then and there.
“You could’ve told me.” You whispered. “I wouldn’t have blamed you, Megumi.”
“That’s the p-problem.” He hiccuped over his words, tears streaking his cheeks. “Y-you wouldn’t have blamed me. You would’ve blamed yourself.”
You felt your heart drop, because he wasn’t lying. No one knew you like he did. You would’ve blamed yourself for not having the picture, perfect family. You would’ve pinned the blame for your breakup on yourself.
You had always done that. You had always taken the blame for every little thing. The first time he learned that was during the third grade. He had gotten into a fight where he broke a kid’s jaw, and you had held onto his hand to hide his bruised knuckles as you took the blame for him.
He knew this time it would be a one week suspension, but he knew if he didn’t stop you from doing this again, you would eventually landed yourself in jail for him.
“If I blocked you.. you would’ve only gotten hurt because we broke up. Not because of the fact I was marrying somebody else, or because my parents didn’t like you, or because you’d know I still loved you..” He wept, hands clutching at his sweatpants.
“At least.. you would’ve thought I didn’t want you anymore. You would’ve been able to move on eventually..”
Your gaze softened, eyes glassy. “Megs…”
“I needed you to hate me more than you hated yourself.”
That stupid, hateful facade you had been putting up for the past six months shattered, pulling the boy into a tight hug. You hadn’t felt his touch in so long..
“M’sorry.. I’m so damn sorry.” His pale fingers gripped at your tank top, soaking your neck with his tears.
You ran your fingers through his midnight-hair, his sobs uncontrollable now. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Megs. It’s… it’s over now.”
“Please don’t be mad… don’t leave me again..” He sniffled, leaning further into your touch. The warmth he felt in your arms couldn’t compare to the wind hitting his back.
“I could never be mad at you.”
That was the solid truth. The six months after he broke up with you, you were so set on telling yourself you hated him. But you didn’t. You were just a human girl, angry at the world that had hurt her.
You pressed your nose against his dark hair, taking in his scent that you may or may not have missed dearly. He mumbled a thousand more apologies into the crook of your neck.
What you didn’t know, was that Yuta was standing in the kitchen with the door open, listening into your conversation with your ex boyfriend. Was he still your ex? He didn’t know.
All he knew was that you two were a match made in heaven. He’d do anything for you, and you’d do anything for him. Well- at least none of your friends would have to hear the two of you complain anymore.
Fucking lovesick idiots.
a/n: are u guys happy yet YOU ABSOLUTE SNOWFLAKES 🙁🙁🙁💔💔💔
#1. snippets of your relationship with toxic!sukuna
— life as his poor, poor girlfriend !
warning : lootttss of cursing, (lowkey) overuse of the word fuck, toxic relationship, love bombing, emotional manipulation = love, (mentioned) violence
note : did not post/make this to romanticize toxic relationships. this is a fictional work, just an au. please seek actual professional help if you feel as though this connects with you on a personal level.. much love! <3
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
