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What i have been thinking about is whiskey dick Leon 🤤🤤

i love ur brain anon!!

mdni 18+ - thinking vendetta!leon or re6!leon

thinking about how he’d had a particular difficult mission recently so he’s drinking a bit more than normal.

which was all fine and dandy until he got it in his head that he just wanted to lay you down and make love to you, but he quickly realized something wasn’t working, he wasn’t working.

“shit, baby, i can’t…” his words trail off because he’s embarrassed. logically, he knows it’s because of how much he’s drank, but he’s never had issues before.

“hey, it’s fine, you’ve had it hard lately.” you reassure him. it didn’t bother you, nor could you blame him for the things he’s seen and experienced on missions.

you were content to just lay with him, make out and hold each other.

but that wasn’t good enough for him.

not by a long shot. he had to make you feel good.

“my mouth works just fine, baby.”

he gives you that stupid grin, eyes half lidded. he’s a bit uncoordinated and he reeks of whiskey, but he’s still prying your legs apart and burying his face between your thighs.

his tongue slides through your slick. messily eating you out like a starved man. groaning against your pussy, feasting on it.

he grinds his hips into the bed pathetically even though it does nothing for him right now, but he can’t bring himself to care, his only focus is you. so what if he’s got whiskey dick right now? he can still pleasure you. (but he’s definitely embarrassed about it)

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ꫂ᭪°‎˖ a round, or two? ∿ leon kennedy ˖°‎ꫂ᭪

MDNI 18+. smut. vendetta!leon. college senior!reader. age gap (leon is mid to late 30s, reader is early to mid 20s). leon and reader have been drinking. brief mention of birth control. semi-public sex. cream-pie. slightly ooc leon. not proofread. ᯓ★

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leon wasn’t usually at the bar on fridays or saturdays, it was always too crowded and too noisy for his liking, but he’d had a shitty week and he really needed a strong drink. when he arrived the bar was already packed. college students were filling all the booths and tables, and crowding the bar. leon moved through the crowd, sitting at the farthest end of the bar keeping to himself, figuring he wouldn’t stay very long. just have a couple drinks then head back home.

unfortunately, leon severely misjudged his night because not even an hour later he was backing you up against the sink in the bathroom devouring your lips, biting at your plump lower lip then working his tongue against yours.

your ass was pressed against the porcelain sink, legs wrapped around leon’s waist. how you’d convinced him to do this was beyond you, but you were so glad because you’d been eyeing him the second he walked in. leon had made sure to get your age before conceding, because you were a pretty little thing, even if he knew this wasn’t a clear headed decision.

leon wanted a distraction, and he got one.

“do you have a condom?” you ask, voice all soft and breathless from the kissing. he was trailing his lips down your neck, sucking harshly at your collarbone and pulling the straps of your sundress off your shoulders.

and then he stopped—stilling when he realized what you’d asked. “uh, no.”

“ugh, seriously?”

“i wasn’t planning to get laid tonight.” despite this not being the first time he’s had sex in a bar bathroom, he wasn’t in the habit of carrying condoms with him. it was so few and far between that he actually slept with someone it hardly made sense for him to have some.

your next question told him that you were definitely still interested. your voice so soft, so fucking pretty that it was messing with leon’s head. “you clean?”

leon’s hands dragged over your bare thighs, nudging your nose with his. “yes, are you?”

“yes.”

“i can pull out.”

“i have an iud, you’re fine.”

leon was silent for a few seconds, then, “you’re not just saying that, right?”

“fuck no, i’m not just saying that, you think i want a kid right now when i’ve got at least another year of college?” well, that, leon could trust.

“you’ve got quite the mouth on you.” his voice was lower, almost teasing as he licked a stripe up the side of your neck.

“maybe you should put it to use.”

“i could.” he shrugged, seeming like he was contemplating it. he had one hand kneading your ass while the other pulled the top of your dress down until your breasts were on display, nipples already pebbled. they were a feast for his eyes. you watch the corners of his mouth lift into a smirk.

“but i’m more interested in the sounds you’ll make for me.” then he sucked and licked at one of your nipples while he pinched the other.

and he wasn’t very gently about it either.

“f-fuck, leon!”

your nails dug into his shoulders as his tongue flicks your nipple. the curl of his lips and the way his eyes are looking up at you tell you everything you need to know. he’s enjoying this.

he pulls back, delivering a sharp smack to your thigh with his free hand.

“there’s that mouth again…”

leon clicks his tongue, fingers digging at your thighs as his spreads them enough to step between your legs.

you shiver involuntarily from the heat radiating off him. your panties clinging to your folds and there’s definitely an obvious wet patch.

“would you look at that, you’re soaked already.”

his mouth curls up as he slides one finger into the silky fabric covering you, groaning as he feels your slick warmth.

“bet you taste divine…” leon whispers more to himself rather than saying it to you.

your head tips back against the mirror, eyes fluttering when leon pulls the soaked fabric out of the way and slides two fingers inside your spongy walls. his thumb presses against your clit and your body jolts, arching into his touch. soft whines slip past your lips as he circles your clit sloppily.

“come on, don’t make me wait.”

it’s not your fault that you’ve grown impatient. you’re body is wound and electrified, tiptoeing on a fine line that is suddenly becoming not enough. you need more, need to feel all of him before you combust.

the sound of leon unbuckling his belt drew your attention. hazy eyes focusing back on him, lips parted and panting. every tooth of the zipper sounds deafening despite the rowdy noise from the bar just outside the bathroom.

leon grins seeing how your eyes are locked onto what he’s doing, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth without hesitation. you didn’t miss the way they glisten with your arousal in the dim lighting. leon hums, his eyes shutting as your flavor bursts across his tastebuds. he savors it for as long as he can.

“divine indeed. if i didn’t want to be inside you so much right now, i’d bury my tongue in your wet, little pussy.”

your face heats up at how unabashedly he’s talking about you. or rather your pussy. it makes your head spin, but you find yourself liking leon and how he talks.

you watch as lean tips his head forward, letting spit drop from his mouth down onto his cock, fisting the hardened length, and spreading around his saliva before running the head through your slick folds. it bumps against your clit before catching your entrance.

he presses his forehead to yours, eyes meeting. a silent question, asking if you’re ready. you inhale sharply at the pressure of just the head teasing your walls, ready to give.

“please…”

leon groans, pressing his lips against yours, tongues melding together as he slides fully inside you in one measured thrust.

a strangled moan is swallowed by leon’s mouth as he devours your lips. you were so warm and tight, almost suffocating him with the way your walls squeezed him perfectly.

he thrusts in and out with a gentle pace that soon gains momentum and begins to border on being rough, not that you mind, he feels stupidly good inside your gummy walls.

the second he breaks the kiss his name falls from your lips in a silky whimper.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. moan my name, let everyone out there hear how good you’re getting fucked by someone you just met…”

leon grabs your hips, pulling your ass to the edge of the sink. you yelp, thinking you were going to fall if he hadn’t been holding you up, but the concern leaves as soon as it came when he delivers a devastating thrust. your hands grab at his arms and you can’t hold back the moan that erupts from your throat. the new angle has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and your vision blurs for a second.

the intensity builds low in your stomach and your walls flutter around him.

“leon, yes! need more, please.”

leon laughs, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“i’ll give you as much as you need, baby. jus’ gotta tell me what you want.”

while he waits for your response, he nips at your collarbone, leaving a faint mark by the time he’s done.

“h-harder, please.” your voice is breathless and wrecked and leon loves that he’s the reason.

“m’kay, hold on.”

you can feel him smiling against your skin and it’s only a few seconds before his pace picks up. he slams into you in long strokes, over and over again. reaching deep inside and hitting every spot that makes you see stars.

you’re gasping, eyes glassy from the sheer intensity of how he’s battering into you. if it weren’t for the loud music in the bar you would’ve worried about people hearing you. hearing your moans, his grunts, the lewd *plap* *plap* *plap* of skin on skin.

your fingers tangle in his hair, holding onto him like an anchor as you begin to mumble incoherently.

“leonnn!…”

“fuck, baby, i love how you sound, how you feel around me.”

one of his hands moves to your breasts, alternating between the two tugging your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. his other hand moves down your torso and works between your thighs until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

it’s like lightning running through your veins, the action pulls a visceral sound from your throat and your body goes tense. your walls squeezing him more and more.

“you keep doing that and i’m not going to last much longer.”

“i-i’m close, s’okay.”

leon takes that and runs with it because he is embarrassingly close to finishing, and as much as he’d like this to last longer, he also can’t help himself when you feel like heaven and sin wrapped in one.

his thrusts grow sloppy, unmeasured and nothing like the way he’d started, but still pleasurable all the same.

leon grunts against your skin, burying his face in your neck when he feels your shaky legs wrap around him.

he feels your body twitch and shake. your moans grow louder and your walls flutter around his cock. ensuring you reach your climax first he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to break.

that’s when leon allows himself to fall over the edge too. his body tenses and he stills, cock buried deep inside you as he marks you with his cum. you squeeze around him, riding out your orgasm, massaging his cock so much that the head becomes sensitive.

neither you or leon move for a while. your harsh breaths fill the space as you both come down from your respective highs.

when leon pulls out he tugs your panties back in place before his cum leaks out then tucks himself away.

he helps you down off the sink, steadying you before letting you right yourself because you definitely look like you just got thoroughly fucked.

“so…can i get your number?”

you look at leon in the mirror, almost wanting to scoff at him, but you don’t.

“only if you buy me another drink.”

leon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hold back a grin. he liked you more than he probably should and he’d just met you.

“i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

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ꫂ᭪°‎˖ an introduction to temptation ∿ leon kennedy ˖°‎ꫂ᭪

mdni 18+ — rookie!leon. exotic dancer!reader. suggestive content. mostly innocent leon. strip club. leon is so out of his depth. lap dances. not proofread. ᯓ★

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leon’s first day was anticlimactic, he met his coworkers, got reprimanded for being late, did a lot of paperwork and received his badge. hell, he even got sent to rescue a cat from a tree— the normal stuff.

it soon became apparent that leon was beat up over his ex, which explained his tardiness on his first day. his coworkers, who he’d gotten to know pretty well and respected, decided to take him out so he’d forget all about his ex.

leon wasn’t entirely sure where his coworkers were bringing him, he figured it must be some kind of club considering he had to show his ID at the door. but nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw when he walked in.

now, he’s not a prude, but he’s never been in a strip club. why would he? up until recently he had a girlfriend, she’d been his first and only girlfriend. the girl he’d lost his virginity to and leon was still quite inexperienced. almost embarrassingly so.

he tried to turn around and leave, he shouldn’t be here, he should be at home eating takeout leftovers and rewatching his favorite movie. yet, his coworkers pushed him further into the club and settled themselves into a booth with a stage right in the center.

leon was trapped, his eyes quickly scanned the room trying to find the quickest way out, but the more he looked around the more he was getting worked up.

there were dancers everywhere. on the stages, in the crowd, behind the bar…

he could feel his cheeks burning, he must look like a tomato at this point. he didn’t think he should be ogling women so freely, definitely not in front of his coworkers.

and then you stepped on the stage in front of his booth and suddenly he forgot how to breathe.

oh.

oh.

leon was screwed. you were ethereal, the most beautiful creature he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. the lighting only accentuated your features, the smile adorning your face as you twirl around the pole.

he’d been so caught up in your beauty that he had failed to realize that all his blood must’ve rushed to his cock because his pants were uncomfortably tight. he’s never been hard like this, ever. leon was so thankful the lights were dim in this place, but he couldn’t adjust himself without his coworkers seeing it so he had to sit and pretend he wasn’t aching.

leon also hadn’t realized how little you were actually wearing. the sheer lingerie set leaving nothing to imagination, it left everything on display, actually, and yet…you were so confident up there. it didn’t help his straining hard-on in the slightest.

the things you were capable of were mind blowing to him, being able to dance in heels like that and spin yourself around that pole in various positions. it was too much and not enough at the same time.

god, does he want more, but leon has no idea what the etiquette is in a strip club.

he noticed some of his coworkers putting money on the stage and soon enough you were off the stage talking to the group.

leon really tried not to stare, truly. you were just so beautiful, how could he not?

the zipper of his jeans was pressing into his cock so much that it was nearing painful, he adjusts the way he’s sitting so cautiously.

before he knew it, you were giving a lap dance to one of his coworkers. he watched, couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way your body moved. didn’t miss the way his coworker slid a bill under the strap of your bra.

something was whispered in your ear and then you immediately turned your attention to leon.

he tried to swallow the lump in his throat and quickly look away, but as your voice carried over the thumping bass and he noticed how his coworkers were suddenly filing out of the booth, he was left alone with you.

“you’re a cute one, aren’t ya?”

“ma’am.” leon’s voice came out so polite, so kind for what was about to happen to him.

“oh, i’m gonna blow your mind..”

“h-huh?!” he stuttered, his breath catching violently as you climb into his lap. Your knees braced around his thighs, straddling him, putting your weight down on him. that wasn’t helping, feeling the warmth from your skin.

“excited much?”

you taunt before grinding slowly against him, this wasn’t like the lap dance you’d just given his coworker.

leon couldn’t breathe, his face was red and he really didn’t know where to put his hands. to make matters worse, having you grind against him only made him ache more. he was so hard, so unbelievably hard. and extremely embarrassed.

“w-wait, please.”

the plea was so soft it barely audible in the club, his brows pinched together as he tried to think of anything other than you on top of him.

you laugh, and it’s beautiful but you do comply. “you’ve never been to a place like this have you?”

“n-no, ma’am.”

“you’re so polite, and nervous. don’t worry, you’re not the first guy i’ve given a lap dance to that’s been hard, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

you drag a finger down his cheek, and he sucks in a ragged breath. you’re enjoying this so much. it’s so fun to play with the innocent ones.

“do you think you could cum like this?” you whispered, lips barely brushing his ear before you’re pulling away.

if leon wanted to answer he couldn’t. your words had him completely at a loss for anything to say let alone form a coherent thought.

his mouth opens and closes, then opens and closes once more like a fish out of water.

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

it wasn’t condescending, you weren’t being mean at all, you were just so confident and it was something leon was not accustomed to.

you climb off his lap, turn around then grind your ass right on the bulge in his jeans.

his eyes widen, and he freezes. leon has no idea what to do. he wants to touch you but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed and frankly he’s mostly concerned about coming in his pants.

“your friends paid for this, relax and enjoy.”

you look back at him over your shoulder, bright smile and a gleam in your eyes.

“i um…i just don’t know what to do…”

you can tell he’s being honest, it’s evident in the way his entire body is taut like bowstring. your little giggle reaches his ears as you grab his hands, bringing them up to your breasts.

“oh shit…”

it’s too much for leon, having you grinding against him and feeling how your breasts fill his palms perfectly.

he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the orgasm but he’s too far gone.

his head falls back as he whimpers, eyes cracked open just enough to see the way you bite your lip and look back at him.

his orgasm rips through him, he pulls one of his hands from your breast to cover his mouth. leon tries desperately to not sound pathetic but he’s whimpering and coming in his pants at a strip club. his cock twitching against the zipper as sticky strings of cum seep into his boxers.

you continue to grind against him until he’s fully come down from his high, fingers gently caressing his knee, silently reassuring him that he’s fine. he wouldn’t lie, it helped. it was a kind of intimacy he wasn’t used to.

you slowly stood up, combing a hand through his hair, brushing the sweat slicked strands away from his eyes. your voice soft and full of warmth, no judgement.

“there’s a bathroom down the hall on the left, you can get cleaned up in there. hope I get to see you here again, pretty boy.”

leon watched you disappear behind a curtain, assuming you were taking a break. despite the fact that he’d just cum in his pants you still hoped to see him again. maybe you said that to everyone, but you were so nice to him, so gentle. he was still remarkably embarrassed, but his coworkers’ plan had worked flawlessly, leon hadn’t thought about his ex at all since he stepped foot in the club. he didn’t think he’d miss her much anymore, not when he could easily come see you.

and he definitely would be back to see you.

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‎ꫂ᭪°‎˖ taste of you ∿ leon kennedy ˖°‎ꫂ᭪

⊹₊⟡⋆ mdni 18+ — smut. re4!leon x fem!reader. no plot. oral (m!receiving). it’s just oral. not proofread. ᯓᢉ𐭩

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it started out innocent, then again it always started that way with you.

leon had just gotten back from yet another mission and was utterly beat. the whole thing had been a particularly grueling experience and all he wanted to do was cuddle up with you, his girlfriend, and watch a movie.

which was fine, you tucked yourself under his arm and snuggled into his side. the movie played on the tv, you shared some snacks. it was completely innocent…until it wasn’t.

“…leon~?”

oh no. he knew that breathy, sickly sweet tone. so much for the movie.

“yes, darling?”

he asks with a sigh, he couldn’t say no to you, ever. leon was a weak man, always had been for you.

you didn’t even answer him, no, instead you were already sliding off the couch, kneeling between his legs. your hands tugging his sweatpants and boxers down without hesitation.

you look up at him, batting those pretty eyelashes before a feral grin tugs at your lips.

fuck, you were gonna end him one of these days.

leon’s cock twitched as blood rushed south. you wrapped your lips around his still soft cock. not even waiting for him to get hard before you started.

“christ, you just couldn’t wait could you?”

he laughs, bringing one hand down to your hair. leon knew he was about to feel really good, maybe this was what he needed to unwind after that awful mission.

you swirl your tongue around him, humming at the way he grows hard in your mouth.

“so fucking greedy.”

leon clicks his tongue, he should’ve known you’d get like this. you’re always super needy when he comes back from missions.

you bob your head, pressing your tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. spit spills from the corners of your mouth making him a slick mess. you pull back only to stroke him and suck gently on his balls. releasing them with a ‘pop’, you continue stroking his thick cock as you circle your tongue around the sensitive head. tasting the beads of precum leaking from the tip.

“you like my cock, baby?”

“love your cock, leon.”

you tell him as you practically nuzzle against his dick. kissing along his shaft, tracing your tongue on the veins.

“show me how much you love it, yeah?”

leon grabs your hair, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail as he guides his cock back into your mouth. he trusts up into you, holding your head steady. you don’t fight him, even as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat over and over. you love it. almost as much as he loves seeing the tears collect on your lashes and spit bubble from your lips until it’s coating your chin. you let him fuck your throat, moaning and gagging around him loving the way he handles you. he’s just rough enough to have you soaking your panties.

leon’s dangerously close by the time you tap his thigh, he pulls you back off him and you suck in a gasping breath. leon fists his cock, stroking himself roughly.

“c’mere baby, let me paint your pretty face.”

your eyes light up and you nod excitedly. you were so fucking perfect for him. leon was already teetering on the brink, but as soon as you part your lips and hold your tongue out for him he topples over the edge. leon grunts, hips bucking up into his hand as he spurts ropes of white, pearly cum across your face. your cheeks, nose and mouth are covered with his thick seed.

you swallow what had landed on your tongue, muttering a ‘tastes good’ before you scoop the rest off your face. making sure to look up at leon as you lick the cum from your fingers.

“fuuuck.”

he groans, running a hand down his face as his cock starts to swell again like he didn’t just cum all over your face, and you…you have the audacity to giggle.

yeah, he was gonna bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless.

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ꫂ᭪°‎˖ homecoming ∿ leon kennedy ˖°‎ꫂ᭪

⊹₊⟡⋆ mdni 18+ — smut. re9!leon x fem!reader. potential re9 spoilers!. wife!reader. not proofread. ᯓᢉ𐭩

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leon wanted to call you as soon as he and grace were rescued, wanted to tell you that he’d found a cure. that he was no longer deteriorating.

but leon is a good man, and he respects his wife’s wishes, which are not to call when he’s out on assignments.

he did once and you were so scared that he was calling to tell you he loved you one last time. that he was just calling to say goodbye, which that wasn’t the case but he vowed never to put you through that again.

leon pulled his car into the garage, he ran a hand down his face giving himself a second to take in the fact that he’s no longer infected.

he stepped out of his car, grabbing his gear from the trunk before he started to unpack all of it on his workbench. he really didn’t feel like cleaning everything tonight. normally when he comes back he’d clean all his guns and sharpen his knives and axe. leon was meticulous when it came to his gear, tonight though, he just wanted to hold you.

“leon…”

your soft voice carried through the garage, he hadn’t even heard you open the door, too lost in his own thoughts.

“hey, love.”

leon’s voice was tired, exhausted even, but you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned up and his eyes filled with a warmth that only happened when you were around.

a shaky exhale passes from your lips before you nearly tackle leon where he’s still standing in the garage. you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.

it took him a second, but he returned the sentiment. wrapping one strong arm around you, his fingers thread through your hair close to your scalp. he held you close as he finally, finally relaxed.

“i’ve been worried sick.”

your voice was muffled against his chest. you’ve always had plenty of faith in leon, he’s always come home to you. however, you couldn’t ignore the way he’d been slowing down prior to this mission he just came home from. how those black marks spread across his neck and other parts of his body. an infection of some kind. it made you sick to your stomach.

“i know, i’m sorry.”

he was home, that’s what mattered.

you pulled back, bringing a hand to his face. he had new scars, he always comes home with new scars. it’s the one on his neck that makes you wince, though.

but that’s when you notice what’s missing.

your hand moves to quickly adjust his collar, baring his neck to your gaze.

it’s gone. the inky black marks that made it look like he was on the brink of death were just gone.

“leon…wh-where’d it all go?”

he shook his head, still in a bit of disbelief himself.

“we found a cure.”

the word felt heavy on his tongue, a cure, an actual cure. it was a miracle, truly. he sure as hell didn’t think it would’ve come from one of umbrellas founders.

he watched as many different expressions passed over your face in quick succession. confusion, shock, joy. when the tears filled your eyes leon combed his fingers through your hair and pulled you close again. his beautiful wife. he didn’t want to leave you again.

“feel better than i have in years, darling.”

that wasn’t a lie, he hasn’t felt so alive or healthy in a very long time. that virus was taking its toll, and nearly killed him in raccoon city, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. you didn’t need to know the gory details.

you felt so much relief. it had been hell seeing him decline, but if he’s okay now…

you pull back, looking up at him, almost like you’re making sure he wasn’t lying. despite him looking tired, you could tell he meant that he was feeling better.

leon held your face in his hands, the rough pads of his thumbs ran across your cheeks. he just…looked at you for a while, appreciating how beautiful you were.

leon’s gaze was intense, like he was picking you apart—stripping you down until you’re baring your soul. you squirm under his regard. even after years of being married to leon, you’re still weak for him.

leon’s lips meet yours in a heated kiss. he doesn’t waste time pushing you back until your against the wall. he angles your head, deepening the kiss. his tongue slides against yours, licking at the backs of your teeth, the roof of your mouth. the kiss is messy and needy, entirely desperate. he needs you more than he thinks he’s ever needed you.

leon breaks the kiss, hauling you up into his arms. holding you by the backs of your thighs before carrying you into the house, climbing the stairs and down the hallway to your bedroom.

he’s so thankful that your kids are away at college right now. he doesn’t have to be quiet, or keep you quiet for that matter.

in the bedroom, you’d had the windows open—spilling warm spring air and moonlight across the room. leon is bathed in the silvery light, it catches on his stubble and the few strands of graying hair. he’s only gotten more handsome over the years.

he lays you down in the middle of the bed, stripping you of your pajamas before climbing over you. he kisses you again like he’s starving, like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

leon’s lips move from yours to your neck and collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking at both of your nipples. taking one between his lips and flicking over it with his tongue then repeats the same with the other. he kisses in the valley of your breasts then down your stomach.

“leon, i’m sure you’re tired, you don’t have—“

“shh, just let me take care of my wife.”

there was no room for argument, especially not when he was hooking your legs over his shoulders and yanking you close enough that he could practically taste you already.

“leon!”

you blanch but he laughs at your bewildered expression and pulls you closer to his mouth. his eyes meet yours as he drags his tongue through your slit, grunting at how wet you are for him.

your head drops back into the pillow, a low whine passes your lips as he sucks on your clit. your hips buck up, trying to chase the ecstasy that is his mouth on you. warm, calloused hands grab your hips, holding you down as he pushed his tongue into you as far as he could.

you tasted so good, the finest honey he’s ever had the pleasure of feasting on. and it showed in the way his hips were grinding against the bed.

he focused on your clit with his tongue as he pushed two fingers into you, still holding you down with his other hand. leon didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and you were babbling incoherently. he nipped at your thighs as he continued to finger you, wanting you completely relaxed when he finally sinks into you. he brings his thumb down on your clit, circling it with an excruciating slowness that if it weren’t for his fingers inside you you’d have thought he was edging you.

after he pulled another orgasm from you, he removed his fingers, licking your juices off them as he stood up and shed his clothes. he couldn’t wait for you anymore. his hand wrapped around his heavy cock. pre cum glistened at the tip as he gave himself a few quick strokes.

leon was over you again before you had time to come down from your previous orgasms. he kisses you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. this kiss isn’t messy like before, it’s slow and revert like the way he slides into you. your legs wrap around his waist as his thick cock sinks deeper inside your velvet walls.

making love never used to be something leon was good at, he was anything but vanilla when you first met him. that was then, though. now, he loved taking you apart slowly. loved making you feel all of him and making sure you knew it was because he adored you, even now, after years of marriage and two kids and all the stuff you’ve put up with that comes with him being a DSO agent.

“i love you.”

his voice gruff as he presses his forehead to yours, slowly grinding his hips against yours once he’s fully inside you.

you gasp, back arching off the bed. you bite your lip, lifting one hand to his face, the other hand going to his arm. fingers press into the corded muscle of his bicep.

“i love you too.”

the response came out breathier than you’d intended because leon decided to pull out to the tip then sink back into you in one smooth stroke.

the sound of your skin meeting over and over filled the room as he set a slow, steady pace. there was barely any space between you and him. eyes locked on each other, sharing the same air.

you were lost in each other, completely focused on the pleasure you were both receiving in this moment. when your moans came more frequently and your eyes rolled back leon broke that steady pace.

“need you to cum for me, darling. let me feel you cum on my cock.”

leon’s pace became sloppy at best, clearly close to his own orgasm. he wedged a hand between your bodies, his thumb connecting with your clit one more time. he pressed down harshly, sliding his thumb back and forth over the sensitive bud.

your orgasm crashed over you in the best way possible, stars dotting your vision as you clench rhythmically around his cock. your nails dug into his shoulder as the prettiest moan filled his ears, leon had always been a weak, weak man for all your little noises.

he wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts only grew sloppier before he stilled deep inside of you. groaning and panting against your neck as his cock twitched, spurting ropes of cum along your walls that were still fluttering around him.

“well that never gets old.”

leon pulls away from your neck, giving you that cocky grin you’re used to seeing. you smack his chest, laughing softly as he rolls off of you. he cleans you up with damp towel then settles back in bed with you. he has one arm draped over you as you rest your head on his chest, letting his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. leon fell asleep soon after you, and it was the best sleep he’d gotten in a long time.

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lace dividers by @uzmacchiato @/cursed-carmine

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°˖❀࿓一 eyes on fire┃ryomen sukuna 一୧❀˖°

一 heian era!sukuna x fem!reader 一

‎ꫂ᭪݁ MDNI - 18+. heian era!sukuna. pure smut. manhandling. headlock. p in v. he's mean. implied that sukuna and reader are together. he also gets a little nicer at the end. not proofread ꫂ᭪݁

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you laid out the futon early tonight after uraume had told you that sukuna was in a foul mood. 

it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d want you tonight, but more often than not he liked to relieve his stresses by burying himself inside you. 

when sukuna returned from the onsen, you’d just finished lighting an incense. moonlight spilled in through the half open shoji — sukuna leaves it open on purpose, not that having it closed muffles your screams much. 

sukuna’s eyes were blazing as he stood over you, his crimson gaze was predatory, four eyes roving over different parts of your body.

“strip,” he’d told you— no, he commanded you with a growl. it was then that you knew you’d be under him for most of the night, if not well into the next morning. 

but you did as you were commanded— you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t enjoy this at least a little bit.

you shed your silk robe, crawling across the tatami mats and onto the futon. sukuna practically pounced on you, flipping you onto your stomach, covering his body with yours.

it’s no secret that sukuna is massive, and he just loves that he’s bigger than you. that he can use his weight to dominate you. it was a massive turn on for him, especially when he’s stretching you open on his cock — he wishes it was both. 

“i should make you take both tonight, you’re lucky i don’t want to break my favorite toy,” he rasped, lips grazing your ear as his muscular frame pressed you into the futon. 

he’s got one thick arm wrapped around your neck, not cutting off any air but you definitely can’t move. his other arms are everywhere, and yet not where you’d want them.

“r-ryomen…”

“don’t start with that tonight, woman.”

he raised himself off your body enough to pry your legs apart with two large hands, hissing to himself as he catches the sight of your slick folds in the low light. 

“such a slut, aren’t ya? can’t believe you get off on being manhandled by a monster like me.”

you wanted to protest, but you couldn’t, it was true. ever since the first time you met sukuna you knew you were incredibly screwed. sukuna is the most feared being, yet you let him ruthlessly fuck you. constantly. you know he’s dangerous and nothing short of a monster, but the way you feel under him is like nothing else you’ve experienced. 

the maw on his stomach opened, you felt the warm breath before you felt the slippery muscle between your legs. it lapped at the sticky coating between your thighs before prodding at your clit, the tongue then dipped into your syrupy entrance. 

“ryomen!” his name fell from your lips, a sighed moan filled the warm air. 

“tch, pussy’s fuckin’ begging for it,” he tightened his arm wrapped around your throat — keeping you in a headlock as he stuffs two long fingers into your mouth, they’re heavy, pressing down on your tongue. that only causes you to moan again around his fingers. 

“thaaaat’s a good girl,” sukuna grunts as his stomach tongue slips from your warm walls. his second set of arms are moving your body the way he wants, “on your knees, juuuuust like that, there we go.”

he slides his lower cock through your slick folds, prodding the fat head at your entrance before slowly inching his way inside you.

your walls flutter and squeeze around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until he’s nudging your cervix, eliciting a broken sound from your throat. the sound was desperate, needy. your legs shook as he stretched your walls to fit his thick length. 

sukuna’s other cock was positioned between your cheeks, as much as he wanted to bury both of his cocks inside you, he wouldn’t. not until he knew you’d be able to take him. his words from earlier were true, he didn’t want to break you — at least, not yet. 

“fuuuck, you’re always so fuckin’ warm and tight. can’t believe you’re still so t-tight. i’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, got it?” he leaned his body over yours causing your back to arch in a way that neared painful.

you did your best to nod your head even though he still had you trapped in a headlock.

“y-yes…” the word came out so mangled it hardly sounded like anything other than gibberish. drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, coating his fingers that were still pressing down on your tongue. 

his lips curled up as a low laugh rumbled from his chest, it was dangerous, predatory, and a promise of what was to come. 

sukuna set a punishing pace. you could feel every vein and ridge on him with every thrust. your syrupy walls clenched around his cock as he brutally drove in and out of you over and over again. 

the noises were obscene, your wanton moans mixed with the loud ‘schlk’ of your coupling, and his grunts were enough to drive you crazy. 

your eyes roll back, teeth biting at his fingers in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“sucha slut, its almost pathetic. you’re lucky you’re so pretty,” he sounded cold, detached. you know he just needed to get this out of his system.

the second he removes his fingers from your mouth you become a babbling mess. 

“ryo...feels so full! want more…g-give me more, i can…i-i can take it!” the words slipped out unbidden, but even if they hadn’t, your body tells sukuna everything he needs to know. 

“yeah, keep begging for me, i love owning this pussy,” he pressed the words against your skin as he bite at your neck and shoulders. his fingers that had been in your mouth were now rubbing harsh circles around your clit. 

“r-ryomen!”

“you’re trembling, yet every single time i start to pull out your walls keep sucking me back in. face it, your pussy just loves the way i make her feel. should just call it my pussy at this point,” he stated matter of factly. 

it didn’t take much longer for you to reach your first orgasm, it caught you off guard with the intensity behind it. you saw stars, his name spilled from your lips in a scream as your velvety walls spasmed violently around his cock. 

“gonna fill you up, stuff you so full tonight,” sukuna’s pace faltered for just a second before he sunk into you all the way. the head of his cock nestled right against your cervix as he spilled copious amount of gooey cum into you. his other cock twitched before oozing pearly cum that collected on your back. 

sukuna took a moment to savor seeing his cum on you before he rubbed it into your skin like he was marking you. 

you were panting, trying to collect yourself when you were manhandled by sukuna once more. he placed you on the tatami mat as he laid back on the futon, it was hardly fair that he hadn’t even worked up a sweat. 

“you’re lucky i’m sated, i might need more later, but for now go wash up then come back here. gonna keep you close to me tonight,” his voice was softer now and you didn’t miss how all four of his eyes searched your body, a silent way of confirming to himself that he hadn’t hurt you or pushed you too much. he did that after every time, and you pretended not to notice. 

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˖⌕ ۫ . . . » lay your heart into my perfect machine ˖⌕ ۫ . . . »

human android!gojo x fem!reader

warnings - mdni 18+ - 7.1k wc. plot heavy. emotion based. fluff. very little smut. reader is mentioned to be in therapy. gojo is an android but is self aware. strong language. dry humping. showering together. p in v. not proofread. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

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“I think it would be best if you had someone else living with you. I know it’s difficult for you to make friends and put yourself out there again, but you’re beautiful and you’re still so young. Therapy can only do so much.”

You squirm in the seat across from your therapist, that was easy for her to say, she had a life with a husband and kids. While yes, you’re young, you’ve always had a difficult time around others. It was easier for you to stay inside and keep to yourself.

“Look, I’m not entirely fond of this idea, but…there’s a company that makes android companions. They’ll make one completely tailored to you and your needs.”

Your therapists voice became distant as you got sucked into your own thoughts. A robot? She wanted you to get a robot?

You don’t remember anything she said for the rest of the session, you just know that she sent you off with the company’s name and their website scribbled onto a paper meant for prescriptions.

You’d crumpled up the paper, shoving it into your purse as you board the train.

Day in and day out, it’s all the same.

You don’t have problems being outside, but you don’t like talking to people unless you have to. That certainly has put a damper on meeting people.

The fact that your therapist thought you were so bad to suggest you get a robot? It was absurd. So why did you find yourself staring at the crumpled piece of paper while you pushed your dinner around the plate?

You’d fished it out of your purse seemingly against your will.

Why did you keep thinking about this?

What was even good about this idea? It was probably expensive and what if it gets here and it sucks? Or what if it malfunctions and goes on a murderous rampage?

You shiver at that thought. Shaking your head as push the paper aside, standing up with your half eaten food. You pack it away for later before calling it a night.

A couple days go by before you work up the courage to look at the website.

Soft rain patters against your windows, barely drowned out by the trashy reality tv show you’ve got playing.

It’s close to midnight, and you’re curled up on your couch. Blanket pulled over you with your laptop balanced on your legs. You hesitantly click onto the website.

The website itself was modest, at least that’s what it looked like on the surface.

The main page talked about the company and what they do, it showed a few of their companion bots, and some of the different models.

It was a lot of information, but you started at the ‘about us’ page. Learning more about the company, why they created the companion bots, what makes them stand out from other companies and how much time and effort goes into creating each companion.

The page also features the different options for companions in detail. It was almost scary how real they looked.

You’re able to fully customize one from head to toe or choose one from their ‘available now’ page. Although, most of those seem to be similar in model with little to no variation.

You briefly scroll through the available companions thinking none would catch your eye.

However, there was one base model that you did like.

It was a little jarring to have that realization, that you liked one of the companions, or at least parts of it? There were things you would change if it was something you ended up purchasing.

You close your laptop, trying to ignore the way having a companion completely tailored to your needs and desires made you feel warm inside. Made you feel like maybe you don’t have to be alone for the first time in a long time.

⋆˚✿˖°

Another week goes by, you find yourself looking at the website almost daily. There’s so much to take in and learn about the companions so it’s good in a sense that you’re doing your research on them.

Tonight though, you’d finally decided to customize your own companion.

The clock on your nightstand read 2:03 in the morning. Aside from the light coming from your laptop, the room was washed in a silvery hue from the moon. It was quiet aside from the soft hum of a fan. You were lost in concentration.

Clicking through the selections, you have a rough idea of what you’re going for.

Paler complexion, check.

Snow white hair, check.

Bright, icy blue eyes, check.

You quickly move through the rest of the selections. Picking out height, weight, body type, gender, and appendage… Yes, apparently the companions can be used for intimacy.

There was a note on one of the pages informing you that the companion bot will eat, can digest food, will use the restroom, can shower like a normal person, and that conceiving with a companion bot is impossible.

You’d done more research about the company and the companions themselves, resorting to watching videos of people who’d purchased companions.

There was one video you watched of someone who lost their husband and had a replica made which you’ll admit was strange, but you also can’t fault someone for greiving.

You watched a few of people who use them for chores and cooking.

Some people used them solely for the intimacy…No surprises there.

Out of all the videos you watched, though, there was one constant. Glowing reviews for the company. There wasn’t a single bad thing said, it felt too good to be true, but with all the videos you’d watched and all the reviews you’d read, it pushed you to make your purchase.

The fact that you built your own from scratch meant yours would be pricier than the other models, but you knew that when you made this decision. This wasn’t something you were just going to half ass.

As you continue with the process of creating your companion, you have to upload several photos of yourself so your companion knows who you are. You also enter some information about yourself like hobbies, favorite color, favorite foods…The list goes on and on, the entire process being quite extensive.

It makes sense, though, all your answers will be used in the creation of your companion to make them more suited to your wants and needs.

It is stressed several times throughout the process that companions will have a personality of their own, but will not reflect bad on the company, nor will companions be rude or mean. It’s not in their nature.

By the time you reached the checkout page three hours had gone by, it didn’t feel that long at all, but you got so lost in creating your perfect companion.

You’d convinced yourself this was something you needed. And yeah, maybe you did need this. Maybe this companion would be the best thing for you. You intended for this to be platonic, it is a robot after all.

Biting your lip, you type out your credit card information, opting for a payment plan that was similar to that of a car payment.

You checked over everything again, then twice and three more times just to ensure everything was how you wanted it.

And once you were content, you hit complete purchase.

It only took a few minutes before you received your email confirmation, and information about the process.

You hated how your heart dropped when you read it was take five to six months for production.

Was this really that important to you already?

Sighing, you set your phone and laptop on your nightstand. Sleep making your eyelids heavy.

It didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep if only for a few hours.

When you woke, you reread the email you received, and you faced the harsh truth that you did need this companion.

Now you just had to wait.

⋆˚✿˖°

Time passed differently.

The waiting only seemed to heighten the fact that you truly did need this.

Minutes became hours and hours bled into days then weeks.

You sluggishly take yourself to therapy, you don’t tell your therapist about purchasing a companion. At least not yet, even though your mind is screaming to talk about it.

The apartment became your safe haven, more than it already was.

You try to imagine how drastically your life is going to change when your companion arrives.

It means buying more groceries, going through more dishes, sharing the bathroom, sharing your space in general…You only briefly had a roommate in college so you weren’t used to having to share your space.

Weeks turned into months.

Rationally, you chalked it up to just being excited to meet your companion. Like how when you go on vacation and it takes so long to get there becuase you can’t wait, but the ride home seems so short because you don’t want to go home.

Going home is always the hardest.

Eventually you lost track of time for how long it had been since you placed the order. At one point you’d even wondered if you got scammed. You were totally going to fire your therapist if that was the case.

⋆˚✿˖°

It had been four and a half months since you ordered your companion. You hadn’t been updated by the company at all, so naturally unease settled in your gut.

You knew you could reach out to the company, but how would you formulate an email without sounding desperate? You weren’t desperate…

You weren’t.

The day was long, filled with the chores you’ve left piling up from the past week.

Doing the dishes, several loads of laundry, cleaning the bathroom and bedroom.

At least the living room was clean-ish. Truly it wasn’t bad, just a few blankets strewn about the couch and recliner, as well as some books and papers cluttering the coffee table.

You finished your extensive chore list a bit before dinner, you’d just decided to order in since you were tired from all the cleaning. Cooking would be too much work, and then you’d have dirty dishes again…Nope, not happening.

After placing a delivery order from your favorite local restaurant you take a quick shower so you could get cozy and just rest. Maybe rewatch your favorite film while you eat. Yeah, that sounded nice.

Warm water spills from the shower head, your body beginning to relax. A heavy sigh passes from your lips as you wash your hair then body. The bathroom filled with steam the longer you stayed in the shower.

You stayed in until the water began to run cold, which didn’t really take that long, you lived in a large apartment complex, hot water was a rare commodity.

Just as you finished changing into your pjs there was a knock at your door, and you swore your stomach grumbled on queue.

Opening the door, you see your food, not really paying any mind to the delivery person, you’d already tipped when you ordered anyways.

You take your food, already able to smell it, and it took everything in you not to moan at the thought of eating this.

You finally look at the person as you were about to thank them.

They were tall, excessively so.

Snowy white hair that looked a bit chaotic but also effortless.

And then you saw the most beautiful crystalline blue eyes you’ve ever seen before.

You think the wind was knocked out of you, because wow, he was handsome.

Confusion washed over you upon noticing the suitcase the person had with them along with a backpack flung over one shoulder. An envelope held snuggly between the fingers of the hand holding the backpack strap.

A low chuckle vibrated from the persons chest.

“Satoru Gojo, nice to meet you.”

The tone was so smooth, almost lazy in a way. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He passed you the envelope then pushed his way into your apartment.

“Food smells good, by the way, hope there’s enough to share.”

He says as he stands between the kitchen and the living room, taking in his surroundings.

You blink wildly at the man who is now just standing in your apartment like he lives here.

Like… he…lives here…

You scrambled to open the envelope, quickly reading over the contents of the letter.

“Congratulations on the purchase and subsequent ownership of your very own android companion. Due to the nature of the companion their software has not been fully updated to your specifications until they get settled in the living space. Please allow 1 to 2 days for the software to fully update. You can restore to factory settings at any time as well as make changes to your companions software anytime in your account. Per your specifications, your companions main traits will be smart, charming, funny, and diligent. We hope you enjoy your companion and will consider leaving us a review.”

The letter had been signed off by some engineer from the company.

In the time you’d read over the letter Satoru had moved through your apartment and was now standing in your bedroom, already unpacking the suitcase and backpack.

So this man is a robot?

But he…he looks so real…

No wonder the company had amazing reviews.

There was nothing animatronic about the movements, nor glitchy.

“Um…There’s space in the closet for clothes…”

Your voice trailed off, folding the letter back into the envelope. The company never did mention anything regarding the delivery process, but you hadn’t expected your companion to just show up at your apartment and move in like it’s nothing.

He nods and takes some clothes to the closet, taking his time to hang them up.

Twenty minutes later, he was sprawled out on your couch, and yes, he did eat half your food.

“So you’re—“

“Satoru, your companion.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered that, but—“

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to havin’ me around, just give it some time.”

You blink, shaking your head. Despite how excited you were, you couldn’t deny it was a little strange at the moment.

“Well, I’m going to get washed up, I’m beat.”

Satoru stands, stretching his arms over his head before walking to the bedroom. A few minutes later you head your shower turn on.

Maybe he was right, maybe you just needed to give it time, plus he hasn’t even configured to the correct settings yet so you’re sure that’ll help.

You ended up sleeping on the couch that first night, Satoru had the audacity to just flop into your bed and sleep there without asking after his shower.

⋆˚✿˖°

Yes, the first couples days, no, weeks were strange. It did take about a day for Satoru’s software to configure, there was a clear shift when it happened.

At first you thought he was self aware about the whole android thing, but it became obvious that wasn’t the case.

The dynamic felt like a platonic, roommate type situation, which was what you’d wanted.

Satoru did chores and slept on the futon in the spare room.

He shared the bathroom with you, keeping his little area neat and tidy.

He cooked…a lot.

After a month, you got used to seeing him, growing more used to his antics because for some reason he turned out to be sillier than you’d expected.

Days felt easier with him around, lighter.

You were going to have to thank your therapist.

⋆˚✿˖°

By the three month mark you started to feel like you were going insane.

You started forgetting that he’s an android, he wasn’t human, yet he felt more human than most of the people you knew.

Satoru knew you better than anyone else, and despite knowing that you programmed him that way, it was sweet in a way.

You stepped into the apartment after a particularly rough day, the smell of your favorite food immediately hitting you.

Satoru poked his head out from the kitchen, smiling as he tilted his head, like he already knew you’d had a hard day.

“Well you’ve definitely looked better.”

You flip him off, rolling your eyes as his laugh fills the room. This seemed natural, all of it did. You couldn’t believe how…domestic things had become.

⋆˚✿˖°

Six months after Satoru arrived was when things took a turn in a different direction.

“Hey, I changed the light in your bedroom that’s been burnt out.”

Satoru’s voice carried from the living room as you kicked off your shoes by the door.

Why did that of all things make your heart flutter?

It was just a stupid lightbulb. You didn’t even mention it to him. It didn’t bother you, and honestly you were just too lazy to change it anyways.

Yet, Satoru noticed it.

You plop down on the couch next to him, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ but your eyes meet his and you’re just…stuck.

Frozen.

His eyes have always been so beautiful. Sure, you picked the color, but actually looking at them was different than picking a hex code on your laptop.

And it’s not just his eyes that have you enraptured, it’s all of him. The way he looks over at you when he talks, the way he looks when he fixes his hair in the mornings, the way he’s able to make you smile so easily. It’s never been that easy.

It’s just his programming. That’s what you try to tell yourself.

But there’s a voice in the back of your head, and you know…you just know you’re developing feelings for him.

It’s absurd.

You shake your head, clearing your throat. No, you can’t possibly have feelings for him, he’s a fucking robot.

So why does your breath catch every time he says your name, and why does your heart slam in your chest when talks about his day?

Why do you find yourself wishing he was human?

⋆˚✿˖°

You avoided Satoru for almost a week following your revelation.

Brushing him off, you say you’re just busy and stressed right now. Not to read too much into it.

But Satoru doesn’t like that answer.

His fingers wrap around your arm after you deflect another one of his questions. His thumb runs across the inside of your wrist. Gentle, caring.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m not usually good with stuff like this, but somethings up with you, and I want to help you.”

That was the first night you allowed him to hold you while you slept.

⋆˚✿˖°

After that night, it became normal for Satoru to stay in your room.

Whether he followed behind you when you told him you’re going to sleep, or if he climbed into your bed during the middle of the night, he always slept with one arm over your waist, keeping you safe.

And he was warm, always so warm.

It was nice to have something someone lay next to you at night.

⋆˚✿˖°

Another month goes by, you’re both sitting on the couch, curled up together.

Satoru’s arm lazily draped over your shoulder as you both laugh at the comedy special he put on the tv.

“I was thinking about taking you to the aquarium next weekend.”

Satoru says out of nowhere.

You look up at him a bit confused as to where that even came from.

“Why?”

The single word was all you could manage.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, but the whole thing was random.

He shrugs, doesn’t say anything for a while, his eyes trained on the tv before whispering.

“I was hoping it would be our first date.”

All the air was taken from your lungs, and your head swam at his words.

Yet, you found yourself at the aquarium the following weekend.

⋆˚✿˖°

Satoru paid for the tickets at the counter, the lights were dim in the entrance way. A giant fish sculpture hung from the ceiling.

Satoru was beaming as he passed you your ticket then ushered you inside, one hand resting on the small of your back.

You hadn’t been to this aquarium before, you’ve drove past it, but from the outside you’d never know how big it actually is.

“I think we should start with the kelp forest exhibit then work our way through the open sea exhibit. After that we could either go to the touch tanks or shark cove!”

Satoru continued rambling on about the different exhibits around the aquarium as he looked over the map he had been given.

It was endearing to see him so excited about visiting the aquarium. A date, he called it. And you were here, so by that logic, you also thought this was a date.

Even if you were hesitant to call this a date, it doesn’t change the fact that you spent a stupid amount of time picking out an outfit this morning.

You eventually settled on a simple sundress and a comfortable pair of sandals.

You gently take the map from Satoru, “maybe we should just go with the flow, yeah?”

“Go with the flow? But the kelp forest-“

“We can still start with the kelp forest exhibit, ‘Toru.”

The nickname slid off your tongue so easily, like you’d been calling him that for years, but you hadn’t. In fact, that was the first time you’ve called him anything but Satoru.

His expression softened, looking down at you like you were the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen.

“I like that.”

He says simply, eyes shining in the soft blue lighting. It did nothing but accentuate his features, the sharp angle of his jaw, the color of his eyes.

It was almost unfair how handsome he truly is.

You open your mouth to say something, you don’t know exactly what, but before you can his hand moves from your back to your hand and he practically pulls you towards the damn kelp forest exhibit.

The afternoon was spent in the soft light and ambient music of the aquarium.

Satoru made it his mission for you to see every exhibit and experience everything you could.

It was the best date you’ve ever been on.

Truthfully, it was a dream date.

He was a gentleman, not surprising, but it still caught you off guard. He was also super protective, always having his hand on your lower back, or his fingers laced through yours.

The only times he wasn’t touching you in some way was when you visited the touch tanks, got lunch, and visited the gift shop.

At the touch tanks Satoru had able to touch a few stingrays no problem, even being able to reach far enough to touch a horseshoe crab and a starfish. Meanwhile you were only able to reach a few stingrays, but you still had fun. Plus the smile on Satoru’s face made it all worth it.

His favorite exhibit ended up being the sharks. So much so that when you two were in the gift shop he found a headband with a plush shark that looked like it was trying to bite his head. You’re pretty sure it was for children, but he was very adamant on purchasing it. He even bought you one with a plush sea otter on it since you mentioned the sea otters had been your favorite.

As you two with your silly headbands made your way through the rest of the exhibits, you found yourself reaching for Satoru’s hand.

Wanting Needing to feel close to him.

Your heart swelled seeing the bright smile on his face as you led him through the tunnel tank where you were completely surrounded by fish, making it seem like you’re underwater.

Little fish swam near the bottom while shadows of larger fish pass overhead.

He looked so stupid with that shark headband, but at the same time, you wanted to kiss him and tell him he looked like an idiot. You wanted to do a lot of things.

Satoru stopped halfway through the tunnel, you realized it was only the two of you there.

He raised your clasped hands, twirling you once. A laugh bubbled in your throat when he spun you as he pulled you closer to him.

He made you wrap your arms around his neck, you unconsciously play with his snowy hair.

Satoru’s hands find your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re pressed against him.

For a while he looks around the exhibit, eyes wandering at all the coral and fish completely surrounding him.

Eventually, Satoru looks down at you, finding that you’ve been looking up at him. Your lips curled in a tight smile, but your eyes tell him everything he needs to know.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

He asks, but you don’t answer, that’s when the smile goes away and you turn your head. Avoiding his eyes.

Satoru doesn’t let you run, one of his hands leaves your waist, gently moving to your chin, he turns your face back towards his.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to ask you on a date?”

He asks another question, voice softer like he can’t comprehend why you’re trying to run from him in this moment.

You want to scoff, he talks like he’s known you for years. He’s your creation, you tailored him to your needs, granted you don’t remember inputting anything that would’ve resulted in a relationship, but still, he’s a robot companion. He’s not real—

“Please treat me like a person.”

Your eyes snap to his, wide and almost scared. You thought he wasn’t self aware…

“I have feelings too. Just because I’m different doesn’t mean my feelings aren’t real.”

Both of his hands are holding your face now, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You try to take a deep breath. Suddenly needing air, feeling suffocated right now.

Satoru doesn’t stop talking.

“My feelings weren’t programmed into my code, those developed naturally because I’m capable of that. I’m just as much of a person as you, so please, don’t push me away.”

For a second you want to. You want to reject this. The entire reason you got him was to have a companion, nothing more. It wasn’t supposed to turn into a relationship with actual feelings.

But you see the desperation in his voice, the pleading look in his eyes.

Satoru has been a lot of things the past seven or so months, but he’s never disappointed you. He’s never made you feel insecure, and he’s never let you down.

You got Satoru to help with the loneliness. To help with the fear of having to meet others. You felt alone for so long, but because of him, you don’t feel so alone anymore.

“I’m sorry, I just…This wasn’t my intention, I didn’t plan for- for feelings.”

You tell him honestly, you want to be honest with him. Even though the expression that falls onto his face hurts your heart so terribly.

“But I guess that was stupid of me because I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a very long time.”

Hope flickers in his eyes, his thumbs press into your cheeks more, feeling the softness of your skin.

“S-so…”

He starts but doesn’t know what to say.

“So, I understand your feelings, but I’m still working on mine, so please be patient with me.” A beat passes, “And I’ve always seen you as a person, never less.”

You can see the weight come off his shoulders instantly. The sigh of relief that passes his lips.

He presses a tender kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. One that told you he desperately wanted you, and that he didn’t plan on letting you go so easily.

“Thank you.”

⋆˚✿˖°

You weren’t entirely sure how or why Satoru became self aware, but in a way you’re glad that it happened. You didn’t feel so bad about your feelings or admitting them after the aquarium date.

Rationally, Satoru is still an android. Always will be, you can’t change that, but you’ve come to terms with it.

He’s everything you’ve ever needed.

You’ve know some of his mannerisms and emotions are due to the programming you picked out. Satoru tells you that’s not the case, but you’re not entirely sure how that works, even if he is self aware. You’ve made your peace with it either way.

Regardless, Satoru is without a doubt the best thing in your life now.

And yes, technically you’re dating him now.

⋆˚✿˖°

You were laying on Satoru’s chest, one of his hands combing through your hair, the other hand holding one of yours. His fingers gently threading through yours.

Satoru stopped paying attention to the tv a while ago, he’s been intently staring at your hand. Turning it over, looking at the lines on your palm, comparing his hand to yours.

“Toru? You alright?”

He hums in response, tilting his head to look at you. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking.

“You can talk to—“

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

He boops your nose, giving you a soft smile.

“I’m just…appreciating, ‘kay?”

“Appreciating?”

“Yep, got a problem with that?”

Shaking your head you sit up, fully intending to stay nestled between him and the couch, but Satoru had other ideas.

“Uh-uh, c’mere.”

He whispers as he hauls you up into his lap. Hands grabbing at your thighs. Satoru maneuvers you with ease until you’re straddling him. His smile growing wider as his hands rub up and down your sides.

“Satoru—“

“Shh, let me just…”

His words trail off as his hands move down over the curve of your ass, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks.

Your eyes widen, hands braced on his chest as a surprised sound leaves your throat.

You’ve grown accustomed to Satoru being more hands on with you since the aquarium, but this was new.

“That was a cute noise.”

His voice quiet, a low chuckle passing his lips.

He grinds you down against him, his head falling back onto the arm of the couch.

Satoru groans, his fingers bound to leave marks on your ass with the way he’s holding you now.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

His eyes are half lidded, looking up at you with almost a manic grin.

It’s been a while since you’ve felt anything remotely close to pleasure coming from something that wasn’t a toy.

You can feel the dampness soak into your panties, the way they suddenly clung to your folds.

You can feel him beneath you, the hard length in his sweatpants.

“Oh, god—“

You gasp, it wasn’t that you’d forgotten that he has…that, but you’ve never seen it or felt it since he arrived. Sure, you customized his appendage to the size of your favorite toy, but you hadn’t really intended to use him in that way. At least not until now.

You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure, you can ask him about his dick later.

⋆˚✿˖°

A few days later you saw him completely naked for the first time.

He waltzed out of the bedroom, grabbed his phone from the coffee table in the living room then paused to look at you on the couch.

You tried not to look at his body, but your eyes were just drawn to him.

Satoru grinned then held out a hand for you to take, “come shower with me.”

It wasn’t a question, and you weren’t about to argue with him about it.

Once in the bathroom, Satoru turns on the shower then looks over his shoulder in time to see you strip out of your clothes.

His eyes are glued to you, taking in your body top to bottom, over and over.

“You are…Fuck, you’re sexy.”

Your eyelids flutter, a smile slowly creeping onto your face as you look away. You still weren’t used to having someone be so kind with your heart. Someone who wanted to know you, inside and out.

Satoru steps into the shower with a chuckle upon seeing your shy reaction.

He stands under the hot water, starting to wash his body while he waits for you to join him.

You bite your lip, watching Satoru behind the glass door for a few moments before you step into the shower yourself.

“Hi, baby.”

Satoru’s voice comes out like honey, his eyes scanning over you once more as he starts lathering shampoo into his hair.

“Hi, ‘Toru.”

You whisper, hands moving to cover your body.

“No, no. None of that.”

Satoru gently pushes your hands aside before pulling you under the stream of water.

“Let me wash you.”

His lips brush against your ear as he reaches past you for the body wash.

Your knees feel weak and your heart thumps wildly in your chest.

Satoru makes quick work of lathering your body. Despite moving quickly he pays extra attention to some of his favorite parts like your chest, thighs, and stomach.

His lips press against your neck and move up to your jaw then cheek.

You stumble closer to him as his hands move down your backside causing your breasts to press against his chest.

You feel him smirk against your skin as he continues peppering kisses along your face.

And then you feel something pressing against your stomach.

“S-satoru…Um…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Uh…How does…” You trail off, not entirely sure how to word your question, and you’re feeling a bit embarrassed about asking in the first place.

Satoru snorts a laugh, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back.

“Are you asking how my dick works?”

You nod, cheeks burning. You’re completely flustered because why is he so nonchalant about this?

And why the hell did he have to say it like that?

“Like a normal one,” he starts explaining with little to no regard for your mortified expression, “you did pick the best model after all.”

Satoru winks as he starts to rinse off the body wash then begins washing your hair.

He doesn’t mind that you’re wanting to know how it works, he’s willing to explain it all, and he does.

“Seriously though, everything is pretty normal about it. I get hard, I’m sensitive around the tip, I can orgasm. The only difference between me and an actual human is that I can’t breed you, kinda wish I could, but that’s not the point. I’ll still cum, but it’s just that fake cum lube so you’ve got nothing to worry about in that regard,” He states with a light tap on your nose. “Oh, and I’ve got unlimited stamina so I won’t tap out after one round.”

He grins wildly and you have to squeeze your thighs together, you’re only growing more and more turned on as the conversation continues.

You’re also a bit horrified that he said he wished he could breed you. It certainly doesn’t help that he threw quite a bit of information at you just now and you’re trying to process all of it.

You nod, still feeling a tad embarrassed about asking, but the way Satoru just explained it all made you feel better. He didn’t question you, and he didn’t make you feel bad for asking. It’s one of the many things you’ve grown to appreciate — love — about him.

“Any other questions, sweetheart?”

He asks as he guides your head under the stream of water, gently washing the soap from your hair.

“No, not right now.”

Satoru leans down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m happy to answer any questions you might have for me.”

And he means that.

⋆˚✿˖°

Satoru’s lips found yours in a heated kiss, walking you backwards until you hit a wall. His hands scramble for your thighs, lifting you effortlessly.

It’s been a year since Satoru arrived, and he said he wanted to do something to celebrate.

You’re not complaining, but this is definitely not what you thought he meant.

His tongue slid against yours as he deepened the kiss. After your legs wrapped around his waist his hands left your thighs. One went to the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you moan. His other hand was under your shirt, he groans at the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.

Satoru pulls away from your mouth, moving down to your neck. Leaving sloppy, wet kisses in his wake. Teeth nipping at the soft skin above your collarbone.

You lean your head back against the wall trying to catch your breath. Satoru is very thorough, he’ll make sure you’re covered in his marks before he’s done with you.

“S’toru.”

His name coming out in a high pitched moan as he deliberately bites a little harder. His thumb and forefinger pinching one of your nipples at the same time.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut, trying (and failing) to maintain your composure.

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, baby. Wanna hear ‘em all night long.”

Satoru practically purred the words against your skin.

A few seconds later, Satoru crosses the apartment in long strides.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind him before laying you down on the bed.

The dynamic changes immediately, going from playful to serious in seconds.

Satoru stands over you, head tilted as watches you prop yourself up on your elbows.

You both know that tonight has been a long time coming. You’ve fooled around quite a bit, mostly dry humping and oral, but no sex.

You can feel the difference between tonight and all the other nights, though.

You know this is going to end with finally feeling Satoru inside you. The thought alone makes your breath quicken. A new wave of warmth shoots through your core.

Clothes are shed, Satoru is kneeling over you.

The sheets feel cool beneath you a stark contrast to the warm air surrounding both of you.

Satoru trails one hand down your bare torso, his fingers brushing over your core.

Smirking when he finds you soaked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue but he stops himself. This moment was way too important to ruin.

“We can stop if—“

“No, I want this. I want to feel you, ‘Toru, all of you.”

He nodded, understanding what you meant.

Satoru slid one finger inside you, feeling your walls clench around him almost instantly.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, then temple, nose, and finally your lips. Each one was unhurried, a complete 180 compared to how he was in the living room just a few minutes ago.

Satoru could feel your rapid heartbeat, his expression softening as he takes in your expression. How beautiful and flushed you looked. How out of breath and needy you were.

He wanted nothing more than to devour you on the spot, but he understood now wasn’t the time. He would have plenty of time for that another day.

“Sweetheart?”

The nickname slides off his tongue, soothing your worries.

You know what he’s asking, he wants confirmation that you’re ready. He doesn’t need to say it, you know.

Your hands slide up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

You nod, giving him silent consent that you’re ready and this is what you want.

You couldn’t think of a better moment for it.

Satoru moves between yours legs, wrapping them around his waist. He slides himself through your slick folds, eyes flicking to yours asking once more.

“Please…”

The single word was devastating to his already frayed emotions. Satoru’s breath caught in his throat. Even with all the physical intimacy you’ve done before, nothing prepared him for this moment.

He took a moment to steady himself, having a difficult time believing this was actually happening.

And then, Satoru slid into you with one gentle thrust. Nestling in until he bottoms out, until there’s no space separating you and him, until he’s feeling you in the most intimate way possible.

He leans down, one hand braced on the bed, the other holding your face. It was a tender moment.

Satoru slowly pulls out until only his tip is surrounded by your walls before sinking back inside.

“Oh f-fuck…You’re so warm, and tight.”

He hissed, your name falling from his lips with a soft grunt. Satoru starts with a slow, measured pace. Nothing about his movements are rushed, all he wants in this moment is to feel you, and make you his.

He wants to make you feel loved.

He wants to make love to you.

Your lips part, soft moans spill from your mouth.

Your eyes meet Satoru’s, breaths tangling…A shared look that tells you everything you need to know.

This changes everything.

⋆˚✿˖°

When dawn broke the next morning, Satoru was still curled around you. One arm firmly locked around your waist, keeping you anchored next to him. You’d slept with your face buried in the crook of his neck all night.

The soft sunrise filtered in through the blinds, pinky orange hues decorating Satoru’s bare chest.

You trace random shapes on his skin, watching him sleep so peacefully. You note the way he sounds, the slight changes in his breathing, the way he unconsciously pulls you closer to him.

“I love you, Satoru.”

The whispered words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Following the aftermath of last night, it seemed like the right time.

“I love you more.”

Satoru’s voice is raspy, still tangled with sleep.

Warmth spreads through you, he feels the same.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You nuzzle back into the crook of his neck.

“You didn’t wake me.”

Satoru mumbles, kissing the top of your head.

Sleep caught up with both of you once more.

⋆˚✿˖°

Things will creep up on you, sometimes slow, so slow you don’t even know it until it’s too late. Other times it feels like you’ve been hit with the force of a bullet train with how quickly change can happen.

Things can be messy and devastating, but they can also be beautiful and devastating.

Like the late nights that turn into deep conversations, the kind you don’t have with just anyone.

Like the simplest words or the lingering glances that just drive you crazy with desire.

Like the arguments that resolve themselves in minutes.

Like the way your bodies fit together.

Like lovers entwined, it’s the one who touches your soul and latches onto it because it’s the most precious thing.

‘You’re the most precious thing.’ Satoru had whispered once when he thought you were asleep.

As for your feelings…You’ve never felt so alive.

You’ve never been so seen or heard or understood.

And for Satoru Gojo, he thinks the world of you, and he’s so incredibly proud that he’s your companion.

(a/n - this took me so far out of my comfort zone. it’s plot heavy, and the longest piece i’ve written. i doubt this will do good, but this one was extremely self indulgent for the emotional aspect, so if you’re reading this, thank you <3)

© rainynightwrites 2026. please do not copy/repost elsewhere, translate or claim any of my writing.

[rainynightwrites]

✧˖°. warm feelings .°˖✧

♡ sfw - fushiguro.m ♡

[ jjk masterlist]

a/n: can be read on its own, but you can read part 1 here!!

over the course of the next couple weeks, megumi became presently aware of his growing feelings. as did he roommate, yuuji.

“dude, are you sure you’re okay? i’ve never seen you like this.”

yuuji, who unlike megumi, always had a sunny disposition, was beginning to grow concerned for his roommate.

megumi had been pacing around their shared living room for several minutes now, and it was becoming more and more frequent. usually timing up with a text from you.

megumi grunted in response. he knew he was acting like a fool. a stupid, lovestruck fool, but you were just so sweet and kind and so pretty. god, why did you have to completely ruin his life?

“fine, just…thinking.”

megumi eventually said offhandedly as he continued pacing, phone glued to his hand seemingly waiting for something.

you and megumi had gone out on one other official date since the first, and a handful of unofficial ones.

“megumi, if it’s about the girl-“

the sharp glare yuuji received from his roommate stopped him mid sentence. so it was definitely about you. yuuji had only met you twice, but those two short interactions were enough for him to come to the conclusion that you were a great match for megumi.

“you clearly like her!”

yuuji states quickly, getting the words out before megumi could fix him with another disgruntled glare.

megumi stopped pacing, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. he couldn’t keep denying it, as much as he wanted to.

you had completely changed his life. he thinks about you constantly. rereads your texts, looks at the few pictures he’s got of the two of you. he drops everything when he gets a text from you.

it was painfully obvious to yuuji and himself that he definitely had feelings for you.

megumi had found himself thinking about you on more than one occasion. he thought about possible dates to take you on, thought about all the things he wanted to learn about you, thought about what your favorite things were, thought about how you might be all his firsts. most importantly though, he thought about how he wanted to tell you about him and his life, the things he’s been through.

“yeah, yuuji, i like her, okay?”

the words almost sounded defeated, but there was an undertone of admiration. just how had you weaseled your way into his life so quickly?

✧˖°. .°˖✧

later that night, megumi was in the library, studying for an upcoming exam when you plopped down across from him.

you looked far too happy for being in the library so late at night.

“hi! i hope i’m not bothering you, i just finished working on a report and saw you so i figured i’d say hi on my way out!”

megumi wanted to curse his heart for the way it fluttered when you spoke. he had no control over it, but it spoke volumes about the things he wasn’t bringing himself to admit out loud.

he set his pencil down, closing his textbook and notebook before leaning back in his chair, giving you all his attention.

“you’re not bothering me.”

megumi’s voice was softer than it usually is, there was a husky undertone that came with it.

“great! so, i was thinking…”

“that’s dangerous.”

megumi joked, resting his chin in his palm.

you roll your eyes, but you’re not upset with him. you like seeing him this way. he’s opened up a little bit, enough for you to know that he doesn’t do that often.

“ha ha. very funny mister. guess you don’t wanna hear about my super cool idea for a date this weekend.”

that caught megumi’s attention. he was wanting to go on another date with you soon anyways, and if you had an idea this was his chance.

“no, no. tell me about this date idea.”

“i don’t know…you probably wouldn’t like it anyways.”

megumi reached over the table, his hand finding yours, giving it a light squeeze.

“i am interested, what’s this idea of yours.”

your expression softens, as easy as it was to joke with megumi, you also found yourself so in awe with him. you knew there was a lot more to megumi than what he’s told you, but you were patient. you knew that you’d already fallen for him, and you’d take the next step towards a relationship whenever megumi was ready.

“well, there’s going to be a carnival in the town over this weekend…i thought maybe we could go together.”

megumi wasn’t usually one to go to busy, public places by himself, but with you? a date to the carnival sounded like a great time.

“i’m free all weekend, which day would you prefer to go?”

“hmm, maybe friday night?”

“friday works. i can pick you up around seven.”

megumi tries to sound nonchalant, but he’s excited, and he can tell you are too. you’ve done smaller dates like dinner, ice cream, movies, coffee and bookstores…but they were all low pressure, and didn’t really have any expectations.

this felt different.

and maybe that was because megumi had decided he was going to finally ask you to be his girlfriend on friday.

⊹₊⟡⋆ thanks for reading. ⊹₊⟡⋆

© rainynightwrites 2026. please do not copy/repost elsewhere, translate or claim any of my writing.

[rainynightwrites]

⌞ lazy mornings ⌝

soft!sukuna x fem!reader

// jjk masterlist //

sukuna typically woke up first, he had a routine. depending on the day, he would go for a morning run or spend about an hour working out before taking a cold shower, scrubbing his body clean of any sweat.

the only time he liked being covered in sweat was if he was inside you.

today, he’d gone for a run, opting to seize the first bits of spring weather. it had been a long winter, and sukuna would much rather deal with some rain over snow.

you were still quietly asleep in your shared bed when he returned from his run.

he swiftly moved around the bedroom, peeling off his compression shirt and athletic shorts, discarding them into the hamper.

sukuna gently closed the door to the bathroom behind him, walking over to the shower and turning the faucet to the coldest setting.

the cold water felt good, relaxing his aching muscles.

soon he turned off the water, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. he leaned against the doorframe, naked.

he watched you sleep, lazily drying his hair with a towel.

sukuna hadn’t realized he was smiling like an idiot.

you had been the only person to completely uproot his life. he never cared about anyone but himself, and he sure as hell never cared about anyone else’s opinion of him. at least, that was until he met you.

some days it’s difficult for him to understand why you even took a chance on him, or why you continue to stay.

sukuna never claimed he was a good man, he was far from it, but when you looked up at him with those bright wide eyes and told him you love him? he knew he was one lucky bastard.

eventually, after watching you for so long that his mind went to inappropriate places, he pushed off the door frame and climbed back into bed.

pressing his chest to your back, one thick arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you back against him. the curve of your ass nestling his half hard cock.

sukuna groaned, brushing your hair away from your shoulder as he started pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulder.

you were usually a heavy sleeper, always had been, but you almost had a sixth sense when it came to sukuna when he was horny.

as you start to stir, you hum when you feel his lips on your skin. his heavy arm draped over you, keeping you locked in place. and you couldn’t miss his cock pressing into the small of your back.

you smile, eyes still closed and still a bit sleepy, but you wiggle your ass to let him know you’re awake.

“mh, did i wake you, love?”

“yeah, but s’alright, i don’t mind…”

you tell him, but you’re clearly still half asleep, he can tell by the way you’re talking, and the fact that you’ve yet to open your eyes.

“you can go back to sleep.”

sukuna mumbles as he continues to kiss your neck. his hand sliding from your waist down to your panties, slipping under the soft fabric.

“kuna, how am i supposed to sleep if you’re touching me?”

you whine softly, but make no effort to open your eyes or push him away.

he clicks his tongue as his fingers slide through your folds, finding you already wet and warm for him. only him.

“ah, i’m sure you’ll figure it out, love…”

his brows furrow in concentration. one finger slipping inside you as he presses the heel of his palm against your clit.

your hips push back against him, grinding your ass against his cock, he’s completely hard now.

“you’re gonna be a good girl f’me, right? it would be a shame to not fuck this wet pussy. i mean, it’s practically begging for me already.”

“kuna, please.”

he chuckles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. and the obscene noises coming from your pussy are only spurring him on.

“yeah, yeah, i got you. let me take care of you.”

sukuna removes his fingers only to pull your panties to the side and line himself up with your entrance. he slides the head of his cock through your slick before pushing into you.

burying his face into the crook of your neck, both of your moans fill the otherwise silent bedroom.

“always so fuckin’ tight. love this pussy. love how it feels wrapped around me. think i’d go crazy without it, love. definitely would go crazy without you.”

sukuna rambles as he thrusts into you. they’re slow and measured, but deep. the tip kissing your cervix with every grind of his hips.

it’s not often he gets like this, but there must be something about the lazy morning sex that’s getting to him.

“feels sooo good, kuna.”

you whine, a small pout on your lips every time he nearly pulls out.

“relax, i ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

his voice is strained now, his breath warm on your skin.

sukuna never picked up speed, he kept his slow, cruel pace, but he did bring his fingers down to your clit.

he drew punishing circles around your bundle of nerves, only heightening the overall experience.

your back arched as you moaned and dropped your head to his shoulder.

then, and only then did sukuna finally pick up the pace.

“you’re gonna cum for me, understood? i’ll give you five seconds…four…three…two-“

you spasmed around his cock, your moans growing louder. your legs shook and you tried to catch your breath, but it was difficult with him still thrusting into you and his fingers persistently rubbing your pulsing clit.

“good girl. such a perfect, perfect girl for me. only me.”

you nod, softly whispering, “only you, kuna.”

you could feel him grin, his pace starting to falter. just as his hips stuttered and then stop, he gently bites the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. grunting while his cock twitches inside you, oozing warm, pearly cum right against your cervix.

he presses his forehead to your shoulder, taking a minute to let his breathing return to normal.

you were still coming down from your orgasm, and all that did was remind you that you’re still tired.

“mmh, needed that…”

sukuna gently caressed your cheek. you hum, already starting to drift back into a peaceful sleep.

“so…tired…”

you mumble sleepily, barely registering the fact that sukuna had pulled out and had fixed your panties.

“i’ll have breakfast ready for you when you wake up again.”

he says as he presses a kiss to your forehead then slips out of bed for the second time that morning, once again leaving behind your peaceful sleeping figure.

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ᝰ. smart girls get rewards ᝰ.

mdni 18+ - freaky nerd!gojo - fem!reader

// jjk masterlist //

art by @/Leimiruu on X

maybe you weren’t understanding your quantum physics class like you’d thought you would. it’s not that you’re failing, but you’re barely passing the class. you know you need a tutor and who better than nerd!gojo?

satoru gojo, top of your grade, and probably of the entire university…he’s incredibly smart, and incredibly hot with those nerdy glasses and the way his hair falls over his eyes when he’s lost in calculation.

satoru was more than willing to tutor you, he was quite excited about it, actually. and you were desperate for help with an upcoming exam looking overhead.

a few tutoring sessions go by, you’d been meeting in the university’s library, and they’d gone really well! you were receptive to his teaching, starting to grasp the content with ease.

satoru always came prepared with his textbooks and even bringing snacks for both of you to enjoy during your study sessions.

you found yourself enjoying listening to his voice when he was going over the topics and teaching you the current concepts you were learning in class.

eventually the exam came around…and you aced it! you were proud of yourself, and so was satoru. after the class where your exams were passed back, satoru invited you back to his dorm. of course you say yes, because the whole cute and shy nerdy thing he’s got going on was really doing it for you.

it makes you want to corrupt him.

little did you know, he didn’t need to be corrupted.

“thanks for helping me, i never would’ve passed that exam without you.” your words sincere, it was all thanks to him that your grade is the highest it’s ever been for this class, and you’re no longer worried about possibly failing the class.

“no need to thank me, i’m glad i was able to help and that you were able to learn from me.”

satoru sounded like himself, but you caught the way his gaze lingered on you, longer than it should’ve. you tilt your head, a little confused because you’ve never seen him look so hungry.

and then he was slugging his bag from his shoulder before pushing you back towards his bed.

it all happened so fast.

you gasp at the sudden movement, the back of your legs hitting the bed, causing you to fall back onto the thin university mattress. satoru caging you in with his arms.

this wasn’t the shy, nerdy boy you knew from class and study sessions.

“you did really good, sweetheart. so fucking good, learned enough to get yourself an A. i’m so proud of you, knew you were more than just a pretty face. smart girls get rewarded, you know.”

“w-what?”

he laughs at your stuttered words, was the nerdy side of him just a front? no, no it wasn’t that, he genuinely was smart and nerdy, but he apparently had another side to him too.

“you want a reward, don’t you?”

you blink up at him, so curious about where this is all coming from, yet you’re so enamored by it that you’re licking lips and nodding your head.

yeah, you definitely want this mysterious reward.

“i thought so, now be a good girl and help me get you out of your clothes.”

was this really the same satoru you thought you’d gotten to know? that was the only question repeatedly running through your mind as you raised your arms, letting him peel your shirt off, deft fingers unclasping your bra with expertise, then you lift your hips, allowing him to slip your skirt and panties right off.

you gasp as satoru doesn’t waste any time, grabbing at the plush of your thighs, pushing your knees back to your chest, presenting your glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

“you’re wet, i guess you’re excited about the reward.”

there was a teasing lilt to his voice as his crystal blue eyes devoured your body, you knew you were a lost cause already, and you definitely weren’t prepared for him to spread you open with his thumbs and spit on your pussy.

a surprised noise escapes your throat, looking down at him between your legs with wide eyes.

“good girl, keep those eyes on me.”

he mumbles as he leans forward, dragging his tongue over you for the first time. his eyes shut as he savors your taste, moaning as he applies more pressure with his tongue, licking you with long, broad strokes from your entrance to your clit.

his hair falls down over his eyes and his glass slip down his nose a bit.

“you taste so good, i knew you’d taste so good.”

he groans against your pussy, barely pulling away as he speaks. his eyes meet yours as you traces his tongue around your clit then sucks on it, hard.

your hips buck, and you let out a whining moan. truthfully, it was a sound you’ve never heard yourself make. the praise satoru’s giving you doesn’t help either, you already knew you liked his voice, but the praise coming from him is just adding to that.

you shakily reach down, threading your fingers through his snowy white hair, pulling gently.

“pull my hair all you want, i’m not stopping until you cum on my tongue, got it?”

“y-yes!”

the way satoru took you apart with his tongue alone was sinful, a skill you hadn’t anticipated he would have. and then before you know it was sliding two long and thin fingers inside you, finding your g-spot almost immediately.

that combined with him sucking on your clit was your undoing.

“s-satoru! gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum!”

you tried to push his head back, but that’s only caused him to suck your clit harder, and you swear you could see a smirk tugging at his lips.

he doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and you’re a whimpering mess.

you’ve never had such a strong orgasm from a guy, hell, you aren’t sure you’ve ever been able to give yourself an orgasm like the one you just had.

you were a bit spaced out, and trying to come down from your high so you hadn’t even realized that satoru had started stroking himself. you don’t even remember hearing him take his pants off.

your brain completely shut down at this point.

seeing him stroke himself, see the flushed head of his cock leaking so much pre…

“c’mere, wanna cover that pretty face with cum.”

it seemed that dirt talking came easy to him.

you complied, sliding off his bed, kneeling in front of him. it allowed you a great view, getting to see his cock up close now. satoru grins at your post orgasm haze and how eager you are for him. so willing. he wonders how much he could do with you.

satoru huffs a few shaky moans, his glasses so far down his nose you aren’t sure how they managed to stay on.

it doesn’t take long before pearly strings of warm cum coat your face. he wipes the tip of his spent cock across your lips.

satoru hums as he pushes his glasses back up. he takes a minute to enjoy seeing your beautiful face covered in his cum before he collects some on his fingers, and smears it across your tongue while satoru’s free hand combs his fingers through your hair.

“now, if you get an A on the midterm, i’ll fuck that pretty pussy of yours until you’re screamin’ my name. i’m sure you’d love that, yeah?”

you’ve never been more motivated to study in your life. 


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∿ dreams hang in the air ∿

⤷ 18+ mdni — jjk masterlist

satoru gojo who discovers his breeding kink when you jokingly say the two of you should repopulate the gojo clan

satoru gojo who folded you in half on your bed every single day for a week following that incident

satoru gojo who started tracking your cycle and would purposely fill you with his cum on your most fertile days

satoru gojo who figured it’d be so easy to get you pregnant…

satoru gojo who didn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten you pregnant a year after he first started trying

satoru gojo who listened to your suggestion about seeing a doctor, but declined at first. saying “he’s the strongest, and he doesn’t need help getting his wife pregnant.”

satoru gojo who relented after another unsuccessful six months, completely worn out by the fact that you hadn’t even had so much as a scare

satoru gojo who ended up taking you to see several doctors and specialists, probably more than necessary

satoru gojo who held your hand during each appointment and listened to everything the two of you were told

satoru gojo who went and had himself tested for infertility because he was that desperate for answers, and couldn’t couldn’t stand the thought that he was the reason you couldn’t conceive

satoru gojo who never stopped trying to get you pregnant even though you’d been told by several specialists that there was something with your anatomy that was making it difficult and you may never be able to have children

satoru gojo who’d whisper in your ear every time he made love you that this would be the time it would work, who would brush away your tears and tell you it wasn’t your fault

satoru gojo who never blamed you, even when it was your anatomy at fault, he could never blame you

satoru gojo who loved his wife with everything he had despite you not being able to have children

satoru gojo who tried everything the doctors and specialist suggested because he believed that one day it would happen

satoru gojo who became detached and was beat up over the fact that it had been two —almost two and a half— long years of trying for children with you

satoru gojo who cried with you when he made love to you on the night of your anniversary

satoru gojo who stopped saying it would work

satoru gojo who kept trying, just not as frequently

satoru gojo who was taken aback by your sudden mood swings one fateful day

satoru gojo who tried not to get his hopes up when you’d begun complaining about how your breasts were sore

satoru gojo who was holding your hair back early the next morning as you spilled the contents of your stomach into the toilet

satoru gojo who paced the bathroom while you were taking the test, no he wasn’t leaving you alone for a second

satoru gojo who broke down the second the two pink lines appeared on the stick

satoru gojo whose knees gave out and he sobbed, pressing his cheek against your stomach

satoru gojo who pressed wet kisses all over your stomach, choking out how much he loves you in between kisses

satoru gojo who loved you and the healthy twins you gave birth to eight months later more than he could ever say

satoru gojo who cried when you got to hold your children for the first time

satoru gojo who cried harder when he got to hold his children the first time

satoru gojo whose life was so complete

[rainynightwrites]

ᯓ remember me ᯓ

⤷ 18+ mdni — jjk materlist

you both felt it when satoru laid you down on his bed.

how the energy around both of you was different. it wasn’t the rushed, nasty sex satoru usually preferred.

there was a heaviness in the air.

it was evident in the way satoru slid into you. how he held you close to him. how he needed to feel every single part of you.

the gentle grind of satoru’s hips told you everything he couldn’t put into words.

the way his cock pressed against your g-spot with every movement, like he was trying to leave an imprint of his cock inside you had you gasping for air.

he pulls his blindfold off, he needs to see you. needs to see your eyes, see the expressions you make, see the pleasure he’s bringing you. he needs to memorize your features and ingrain them in every single part of him.

holding himself up with one hand while the other caresses your cheek. his thumb moves so softly over your delicate skin.

this wasn’t some quick fix. it wasn’t a means to get off. there was pure intimacy, love making, reverence. it was all he could give you at this point.

you hadn’t even noticed the hot tears sliding down your cheeks until satoru was kissing them away, shushing you and whispering how it would be all right.

but it wouldn’t be.

not when satoru was about to leave for a fight that he wasn’t guaranteed to come back from, regardless of how strong he was.

because deep down, both of you knew this was the last time you’d feel each other like this.

it was the last time you’d feel each other at all…

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⋆˙⟡ the three times you got nanami off when you shouldn't have, and the time you should've gotten him off, but didn't ⋆˙⟡

kento nanami x fem!reader

masterlist

cw: smut. 3+1. mentions of alcohol. semi-pubic sex. public sex. blowjob. handjob. dirty talking. oral m & f!receiving. unprotected sex. creampie. established relationship. not proofread . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

incident 1

⤷ satoru's birthday party

it wasn't your fault that you'd shoved your way into the bathroom with nanami when he excused himself from your side to relieve himself.

it definitely wasn't your fault, by any means.

not if you consider that you'd done so many shots with satoru for his birthday, and that nanami had been practically holding you upright for the last hour.

how were you supposed to keep your thoughts clean when you had his big, strong hand wrapped around your waist?

"darling, what are you- oh..."

you'd locked the door behind you, pressing him back against the marble counter in satoru's fancy ass bathroom.

you were grinning up at kento, hand already moving to cup the front of his trousers.

he gently tried pushing your hand away, unfortunately he was already growing hard under your palm.

"darling, this isn't appropriate, we're here to celebrate our friends birthday, not to mention we're in his home, and you're drunk.

his voice gentle, trying to reason with you in this state.

"but kennn, you're already hard. plus, it's not like anyone'll know if we're gone for a few minutes. let me just..."

you trailed off, tongue poking out in concentration as your fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper. you desperately wanted to touch him.

"we should really get back-..f-fuuck!”

he moaned softly as your hand wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock. tipping his head head, he squeezes his eyes shut.

acting a little scandalous isn't necessarily out of the ordinary for you, but this was an extreme he hadn't quite prepared for.

you whine in response to his actions, you love seeing him this way, even more so with your alcohol addled brain. you just love being the reason he loses control!

"ken~...you're so sexy and I'm so lucky. do you have any idea how much you turn me on. oh, I love seeing you all worked up and needy. makes me feel so good because you always take care of me. you always make me cum so hard, especially when you eat my pussy. can you do that later, please? i'll be good! whatever you want!"

your drunk rambling and the way you were perfectly stroking him had nanami quickly approaching an orgasm he wasn't expecting to have tonight.

you were drunk. why were you jerking him off perfectly? is it some secret power you possess?

"m-maybe you should ngh-...fuck! s-slow down, I'm too close."

you perked up at his words, lopsided smile wide and bright. you spit in your hand then go back to work with a vigor nanami swears he hasn't ever seen from you.

"you should totally cum! I love hearing the sounds you make and the way your cock twitches just before!"

you were too cheery for this, having the time of your life, really. meanwhile, nanami had a death grip on the counter behind him, knuckles turning white. he was actively fighting for his life.

he entire body tensed up, grunting softly as his breathing stuttered. your name on his tongue as his eyes roll back. his cock twitched in your hand, spilling pre before ropes of pretty, pearly white cum drip down your hand.

with bright eyes you watch him cum, moaning at his orgasm. once he was done you lift your hand to your mouth.

nanami groaned watching you lick his cum off your hand. how could you do this so casually in your friends house?

you drunkenly stumble out of the bathroom almost immediately after. he could barely think right now. it was going to be obvious what just happened when he finds the courage to leave the bathroom.

incident 2

⤷ nanami's classroom

you and nanami typically have lunch in the break room since nobody else uses it and it’s actually nice, but today he was trying to finish grading some essays so you two were in his classroom for lunch.

you sat across of nanami, quietly eating your sushi as you watched him continue grading, only stopping to take a bite of his lunch every so often.

“ken…”

you start softly, you don’t want to bother him but you really need him.

you just couldn’t wait.

his pen hovers over the paper he was reading, eyes flicking up to yours.

“I know that tone. don’t start. not here.”

he tells you sternly before going back to grading.

you weren’t going to take no as an answer, though.

especially not since he’d been gone for the past couple days on a mission, only returning late last night then having to get up and come teach today.

you moved your lunches out of the way before you climb on his desk.

“would you get off my desk, please?”

he asked, clearly not amused with your current actions.

you pluck the pen from his hand and shove the papers out of your way as you crawl over his desk then settle into his lap. one hand splayed across his chest, the other playing with his tie.

“you were gone for so long, kento, need you. please.”

“I was gone for two days.”

“that was too long.”

you roll your hips trying to drive home your point, his hands immediately dig into your skin through your dress.

“I said don’t. we’re in my classroom, my students could walk in at any time.”

your shook your head, they weren’t going to come in here during their lunch break.

“let me ride you, i’ll be quick, I promise.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, quickly unzipping his trousers, freeing his cock. nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“darling…”

he doesn’t sound too happy. you can’t fault him, it’s not the best place to do this, but you can’t help it!

“it’s fine, relax.”

you tell him before you pull your panties to the side and sink down onto his hard length. you both moan at the feeling.

his fingers tightening at your sides again as you start to move. alternating between rolling your hips and bouncing up and down on him.

you were soaked, gummy walls clenching around his cock. the noises coming from your pussy was obscene.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

“always for you, ken…”

the chair creaks under your ministrations. if anyone were in the hallway they’d hear it.

hid thumb roughly presses onto your clit. it makes your head spin, makes you needier.

you came first, face buried in nanami’s neck to silence your moans.

he wasn’t far behind after your walls started massaging his cock, spurting long stringy ropes of cum inside you.

you adjust your panties and climb off his lap.

he grumbles about having to stay seated for his next class because of the wet spot you left on his trousers as he tucks himself away.

incident 3

⤷ tokyo and kyoto jujutsu high banquet

to celebrate the students hard work the staff of both jujutsu schools had planned a banquet where they could get together and enjoy themselves for a few hours.

the event was formal attire, and sure nanami usually wears his tan suit, you’re used to seeing him in it, but tonight was different for some reason.

you couldn’t take your eyes off him for a second.

this was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had, but you’d already gotten him alone. everyone else was busy socializing. now was the perfect opportunity.

you currently had nanami hiding behind one of the floor to ceiling window curtains. thankfully, there was a bit of room between the curtains and the wall for you both to stand— or well, nanami standing and you kneeling in front of him.

“this is extremely inappropriate. I could be fired for this.”

he tells you, but doesn’t necessarily stop you.

your hands already working him out of his slacks.

“well your cock is telling me something else.”

you hum, giving his cock a languid stroke. he was already fully hard before you’d even gotten him out.

you look up at him with big, innocent eyes as you flatten your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. licking from base to tip and dipping your tongue into the weeping slit at the head.

he grunts, about to tell you off, but then your pretty lips wrap around his cock and you take him down your throat so well all his reservations went out the window.

his fingers thread through your hair, scraping against your scalp as he gently collects your hair and holds it in a ponytail for you.

your eyes shine with unshed tears as you take him deeper and deeper with every pass. your hands braced on his thighs for support.

“you look so good like this.”

nanami hisses under his breath as your nose presses against his pelvis, your throat constricting around him. just as you start to gag, nanami pulls you back off his cock

“you gotta be quiet, sweetheart. don’t wanna get caught.”

he warns but lets you continue.

it doesn’t take long before you’ve got him fully in your mouth and you’re choking on his length again.

as he tries to pull you back this time, you don’t budge, instead, you take him deeper somehow.

“f-fuck, darling…you can’t keep- ngh…I’ll cum if you keep doing that.”

you pull back, strings of saliva still connecting your lips and his cock. your chest is heaving as you try to regulate your breathing.

“then cum, ken…”

you whisper so softly if he hadn’t watched your lips move he would’ve thought he imagined it.

you’re taking him in your mouth and down your throat once more. warm, wet tongue teasing him while you deepthroat him.

it takes everything in him not to thrust into your mouth, he just can’t risk you making anymore noise than you already are. you’ve never been the quiet type.

your chin was slick with drool, the sounds coming from your mouth have to be so loud. the only upside is the music playing throughout the banquet hall.

nanami’s hips stutter, his thighs tensing beneath your palms. he’s breathing heavily through his nose, and then you taste it.

warm cum seeps into your mouth, you instinctively swallow, not wanting to waste any.

once he’s finished you tuck him away, standing up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“need a drink, i’ll see you in a bit.”

you give him a wink before walking out from behind the curtain like nothing had just happened while he’s still trying to catch his breath.

incident 4

⤷ nanami's apartment

your fingers were pulling at Nanami’s hair, trying to get his mouth away from your sensitive pussy. he’d already made you cum twice and just brought on another orgasm by sucking harshly on your clit.

his name falls from your lips repeatedly as he slides his tongue up and down your slick folds, prolonging your orgasm.

only stopping when you slump, boneless on the bed, chest heaving as he kisses up your body, hovering over you.

“you’re shaking…”

his fingers lightly tracing up and down your side.

“mhm…felt so good, you’re too good with your mouth.”

nanami laughed, burying his face into your neck. nibbling at the delicate skin.

it had been such a good day. nanami had taken you to the new art museum earlier in the day then for dinner at your favorite restaurant.

logically, the night was going to end in bed. and it did.

he kissed you until you could breathe normally again.

when you’d finally come down, you gently pushed him back, intending to make him feel just as good as he made you feel.

you ran your tongue across the ridges of his abs before going lower.

meeting his eyes when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

he was aching, so hard, all for you. just for you.

nanami was already panting, propping himself up on his elbows he watched you intently. watched how your lips stretched around him, how your eyes watered when his cock hit the back of your throat, how you used your free hand to cup and massage his balls.

just as you began bobbing your head your phone rang. brows furrowing, you pull your mouth away, reaching over to answer the call.

normally you wouldn’t answer the phone, but it was shoko, and considering it was nearly midnight, you figured something was happening.

“hey, shoko! what’s up?”

you ask as you move your hand from his balls and start to stroke his thick shaft lazily.

nanami just stares at you. utter disbelief clear on his face.

“what are you doing?” he whispers, not happy that you answered the call.

you wave him off as you continue listening to shoko.

you bring your mouth back down to his cock, sucking on the head and humming occasionally in response to shoko.

this continued for about a minute before your eyes widened and you abruptly pulled off his cock, a lewd ‘pop’ filled the air. shoko had to know what you were doing. nanami’s face burned bright red, but you weren’t even phased by the sound, just continued with your conversation.

“wait! satoru said what to suguru?!”

your brows pinched together again before you slid off the bed and started putting your clothes on.

“no, try to keep them both there. i’m on my way.”

“darling—”

nanami starts, but you cut him off.

“shoko needs help with damage control, satoru’s drunk and well…you know how that goes. i’ll make it up to you later, ‘kay?”

you explain as you begin heading for the bedroom door, phone tucked between your shoulder and ear.

you blow him a kiss and wave bye, quickly leaving to go help your friends.

seconds later nanami hears the front door shut.

he stared at the half open bedroom door, mouth hanging open. he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. you actually left.

nanami scoffs, looking down at his still hard cock.

you were definitely getting punished when you got back home.

and he had plenty of time to think about how he was going to punish you while he was taking a very cold shower.

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist

smut (*), fluff (+), angst (•)

home

satoru gojo .ᐟ

⟢ back of the car *

⟢ take a bite *

⟢ remember me *•

⟢ dreams hang in the air •

⟢ smart girls get rewards *

⟢ perfect machine *+

suguru geto .ᐟ

⟢ on the edge *

⟢ take a bite *

kento nanami .ᐟ

⟢ the shape of us *

⟢ your number’s up *

⟢ 3+1 *

toji fushiguro .ᐟ

⟢ give me everything *

⟢ savor the consequence *

ryomen sukuna .ᐟ

⟢ play with me *

⟢ a vessel for sin *

⟢ lazy mornings *+

⟢ eyes on fire *

choso .ᐟ

⟢ under the crooked moon *

megumi fushiguro .ᐟ

⟢ first date (pt. 1) +

⟢ warm feelings (pt.2) +

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✧˖°. first date .°˖✧

♡ sfw - fushiguro.m ♡

megumi hadn’t ever considered himself someone who was easily flustered, or one to worry about small things. it wasn’t him. he was typically laid back and can easily go with the flow.

that was until he met you.

megumi also never had any interest in dating...

until you.

he ended up spending almost twenty minutes picking his outfit before deciding on a simple white button down and black slacks.

the date wasn’t going to be anything crazy, it was just dinner.

simple date, simple outfit.

but technically, it was his first date.

he was over thinking it. something he definitely didn’t do. so why was he feeling these…jitters?

he rubbed his hands on his slacks, lifting a bent finger, knuckle out— he hesitates.

taking a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before he found the courage to knock on your door.

when you answered, he thought time froze. his breath caught in his throat and his heart fluttered in his chest. his mouth turned up at the corners in a smile as he forced himself to say something.

“you look beautiful.” his whispered, the way he spoke was so soft and full of awe. you’ve know megumi for a few months now and you weren’t used to this side of him.

“thank you, i’m very excited about dinner.” you tell him with a bright smile as you step out of your apartment.

“same here.” megumi wanted to smack himself for sounding so lame. why was he so worked up over this? it’s just a date.

at least, that’s what he kept trying to tell himself throughout dinner.

you’d been wonderful this entire evening, and megumi? he felt like a total loser. his hands were clammy and shaky, leg bouncing under the table.

you hadn’t even seemed to notice. you laughed at the silly things he said, you asked questions, answered some of his. in truth, he was having a great time and he thought you were too.

he started to feel better while walking you back to your place —after you’d detoured for ice cream— sliding his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. you just looked up at him with a smile, not once trying to pull away.

when he got you back to your place he felt awkward again, trying to figure out what to say about the date.

you beat him to it, though.

“I had a great time tonight, Megumi. thank you so much. I hope we can go out again sometime soon.” you tell him earnestly as you let go of his hand, stepping back from him, turning to unlock your door.

just as you were about to step inside you spin back around, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. a light blush dusted your face as you quickly retreat to close the door.

“let me know when you get home safely.” you murmur just before the door latches shut.

megumi stands there for a second, his feet rooted in place. you kissed him. on the cheek, yes, but you still kissed him.

his fingers touched the warm skin where you’d kissed him, with a genuine smile and a dreamy look in his eyes, he began to head home, already planning your second date.

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