satoru cave

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[satorusinfinityy]

gojo was never insecure about his appearance until after his fight with sukuna.

he stands in front of the bathroom mirror longer than usual—staring at the pink irregular lines across his face, arms, and neck. the stares he gets from others out in public judging him silently.

but all satoru could think about was you.

he was never much intimate with you anymore-barely wanting to look you in the eyes. his scars being a reminder of how strong his opponent truly was. you would caress his face—he’d flinch. the trauma and flashbacks not being able to leave him.

you had just got back from running errands. there gojo was on the couch relaxing. his legs kicked up and head thrown back with his eyes shut. the fluffy white locs on his head are messy but so beautiful. it was nice to see him like this.

“toru. im back. i got you some mochi while i was out.” you beamed.

he got up from the couch and headed towards you. a grin forming on his face as he hears the crinkling of the bags.

“thank you, baby” he murmured, but you could still hear the gloom in his voice.

your smile altered into a frown. you hated seeing him like this. “what’s wrong?”

no response from him-just a sluggish shrug.

“toru… talk to me. please.” you pleaded as your soft hands reached up to caress his face like you usually did. again, another flinch.

“i don’t like it”

“don’t like what?”

“my face, the scars, me. all of it.”

“baby-“

“i used to be such a confident person. my looks were something i could boast about without being ashamed. now i don’t even recognize myself anymore—i don’t even know what you think of me anymore. do you they’re ugly?”

you quickly but gently grabbed the sides of his face.

“no. never. not a chance.”

he didn’t say anything, just avoided your gaze.

“satoru. i understand how you’re feeling, and thank you for being vulnerable around me about this. i cannot change how you view yourself, but what i can tell you is that you’re still the same beautiful man i met.”

he slowly moved his cerulean eyes back to yours.

“and i’m not just talking about your looks. your personality and the way you care for others— that you put your own life on the line, is beautiful. do not let your scars define you. don’t let it make you feel like you’re any less perfect than what you’ve always been. because each and every inch of you is perfect. your scars are perfect, and are a reminder how you gave it your best and how much of a good fight you put up.”

you reached on your tip toes and gave him a small soft kiss on his pointed nose.

“your scars don’t bother me because they aren’t just what i see when i look at you. i need you to trust me on that. you are indeed still the hottest man ever and i still get butterflies when you even look at me.”

giving you a smug smirk, he mirrored your words back at you. “the hottest, huh?”

“asshole don’t ruin the moment.” you chuckled.

the both of you stared at each other for a moment before you eventually spoke again.

“I’m serious, though. i love you satoru. you’re not ugly. not on the inside or outside.”

he tilted his head down a bit to give you a kiss on the top of yours.

“i love you.”

you smiled.

“and i’ll always love you.”

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[qifreyswifee]

Period Sex

“Qifrey, pleaseeeee,” You whined, straddling his lap as you gripped at the front of his shirt.

“Darling, I don’t want to hurt you,” He cooed, grabbing one of your hands and kissing your palm.

“You won’t, it’ll help with my cramps,” You pouted, grinding your hips against his semi beneath you.

He sucked in a breath, “How about we just stay like this and you can get off on me?”

“Noooo, I want you inside,” You jut out your bottom lip, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Alright, lay down,” He grabs your hips to lift you off of him.

You clamp your thighs down, “I wanna ride you.”

“As much as I would love that,” He continues to pry you from his lap, “You will push yourself too far and end up hurting yourself.”

You pout, but he lays a hand against your lower back to brace you before lowering you onto the bed, “Let me take care of you,” He pecks your lips.

You knew he was right, if he let you on top, you were going to ride him until you both were crying puddles, however that would make you sore and probably worsen your cramps tomorrow, but goodness would it feel good now. You both knew your limits, you just tended to push past them whereas Qifrey knew when to back off.

He slid your shorts and panties down your leg in one motion, tossing them somewhere in the room before groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“You’re soaked, my love,”

You winced as he ran two fingers over your slit, hormones making you extra sensitive. He slowed, watching your face, gauging your reactions.

He lifted his fingers and you couldn’t help but be embarrassed at the red tint to them, your cheeks turning an equally bright color.

“Relax, my love,” He chuckled, “It doesn’t bother me, so it shouldn’t bother you.”

He removed his cock from his pants, mushroom head already leaking down his shaft. Slipping his cock through your folds, collecting your slick, before lining himself up at your entrance; he pushed in slowly, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure, the head of his cock stretching out your tight walls.

“So tight,” He breathed out, “Gotta breathe for me,” He massaged soft circles over your clit.

You let out a breath, not realizing that you had been holding it, before your eyes rolled back and you moaned at the sensation. He bottomed out, pelvis flush with yours and paused, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Qifrey,” You whined, “Please move.”

He chuckled, pulling his hips out slowly and easing back in, cock grazing against your gummy walls, you could feel every vein, every twitch of his head. He set a slow pace, enough to feel good, but not to hurt you. But you weren’t a delicate flower, you needed more.

“Faster,” You breathed out, “Harder…please,” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“[name],” Qifrey warned, fingers moving back and forth over your clit, “Last time we did this-ah” You clenched down on him, “Stop that,” He warned.

You smirked and did it again.

He pinched your clit and you squealed.

“Quit being a brat to try and rile me up,” He narrowed his eye upon you, “Last time we did this, you were too sore to walk the next morning.”

Your lip quivered, and his face softened.

He sighed, “I will go a little faster, but that’s it, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You smiled, nodding.

His cock twitched at the nickname, one you didn’t use very often. He placed a hand on your hip to steady himself before moving inside you once more, pace just a bit faster, just enough to have you moaning out his name.

His fingers rubbed over your clit, sending stars spanning over your vision. “Qi—mm—mgonna,” your climax was approaching fast due to the oversensitivity and feeling every drag of his cock against your walls, feeling the way you pulsed and clenched around him, and the way his cock reacted so perfectly to it, twitching in time with your pulses.

“Qifrey!” You cried out, back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure consumed you, setting every nerve in your body on fire, eyes rolling into the back of your head, toes curling and fisting the sheets as if your body couldn’t get enough.

You panted, not noticing the tears streaming down your face until Qifrey wiped them away with his thumb.

“Are you alright?” He tilted his head, concern written all over his face.

You smiled, “Yes,” You breathed out, “Thank you.”

He nodded, holding back the groan threatening to escape. He loved when you thanked him for fucking you, it felt so depraved and he soaked in the moment.

“How about I run you a bath, then we can cuddle and perhaps watch a movie?” He kissed your lips, ghosting over your mouth for a moment.

“I would love that,” You pressed your forehead against his, relishing in the closeness of your lover.

A/N:I don’t care how much Qifrey hates water, he doesn’t hate anything wet when it comes to US ☺️

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“go ahead,” satoru leaned down to whisper into his son’s ear. in the little boys hand was a handmade card in shape of a heart. it was clear that he put a lot of effort into it, even if the glitter glued on was getting everywhere. “give that to mommy.”

you were in the bedroom, still sound asleep. today marked your fourth year of being a mother to a sweet boy whom you shared with the love of your life.

satoru had promised that after the fight with sukuna, the first thing he’d do would be to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. even after multiple failed attempts, the day two lines appeared on the pregnancy test was the day you were already planning baby names.

they both quietly slipped into the master bedroom, tip toe-ing over to your side of the bed. satoru could feel his heart warming, you were beautiful in every aspect. he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand as the other urged the 4 year old to gently wake up up.

“mommy..” he whispered, tapping on your cheek. the sudden touch made your eyes flutter open, beginning to adjust to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. “hm? sweetie, what are you doing up so early-“ your groggy voice was cut off when you saw what was in his hands.

“happy mother’s day, momma!” he lifted up the card excitedly, already wanting you to read it.

you felt your eyes beginning to tear up at the sight. “aw baby..” you took the paper from his hands, seeing the messy handwriting. as you read through it, the more tears fell out. “i love you, honey.” your arms circled around the kid.

“why you cry?” he asked, completely oblivious to your reaction. “i make you sad mama?”

“no buddy, you made her happy. she’s crying happy tears.” satoru’s hand reached to rub his back before handing you the flowers. “happy mother’s day to the most beautiful woman in this universe.” another set of arms wrapped around the both of you. “love you forever.” he whispered, pecking your temple.

“i love you too, satoru.” you sniffled.

satoru pulled away, nodding outside the room. “why don’t you go get mommy her breakfast?” your sons face lightened up, remembering how the two of them spent their morning preparing pancakes. “okay!” he ran out into the kitchen.

a warm smile took of satorus face as he faced you again. his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. “so thankful to have you as my wife, and the mother of my kids.”

after the sentence fully processed, you stared up at him confused. “we only have one kid?”

“… our boy is a bit lonely, don’t ya think?.. besides, i miss seeing your belly swollen. why don’t we change that tonight?”

and you simply couldn’t say no to that.

© 2026 satofuu. please do not plagiarize, repost, or feed my works into ai.

[doffy-art]

Qifrey 🫶🏻

[chososprettygirl]

⡴ utterly whipped gojo finally convincing you to let him sleep over ⡴ 0.5k words ⡴ [ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ]

it’s been 5 minutes since he’s finished inside you and he’s been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.

“satoru.” you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. “i’ve got work tomorrow. go.”

you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. it’s just past midnight and he hasn’t even begged to say yet. yet.

“please.” he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. “just for tonight. i promise i’ll leave in the morning. just…” he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.

he’s growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to it—to your friends. if you told him his ego’d skyrocket unbearably. you’re giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you don’t have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you would’ve caved already.

“satoru, you know—” he cuts you off.

“it’s late.” he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. “just let me stay here tonight. i’ll be good, won’t even notice me, baby.”

you know he will. he’ll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes you’ll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.

“please.” he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.

you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.

“tonight and tonight only.” he leans forward, near inches away from you like he’s expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. “shut up.” you try and push him off of you but to no avail.

he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds as he does.

“thank you—thank you, baby.” he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually he’d yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so he’ll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.

incase you couldn’t tell, he’s over the moon.

[w0rm3y]

Shadow Puppets [ T. Zenin ]

── .✦ pairing || Best Friend! Toji x F! Reader

── .✦ summary || Before we had Toji 'I love my wife' Fushiguro, there was Toji 'I love my girlfriend' Zenin...

── .✦ overall content & warnings || MDNI. wc. 16k. a bit of angst-- Toji and Reader's childhood. mentions of child abuse. friends to lovers. roomates. Toji is sweet and awkward the whole time. so much fluff. first kiss. first love. sexual tension. Reader and Toji are inexperienced. sexual content. making out. dryhumping. vaginal fingering. period cramp relief (he's a good friend like that). handjob. mutual masturbation.

── .✦ author's note || omg, I've been sitting on this one for a while, debating if I should post or not. There was supposed to be a part two (it's called Shadow Puppets for a reason, i swear), but I haven't even started on it. Anyway, if sweet, awkward, inexperienced Toji isn't your thing, this one prob isn't for you. But if that's up your alley, I hope you enjoy <3

The Zenin Clan’s property sat on a large plot of land, spanning miles upon miles of rich farmland, with the closest city being an hour's commute to Kyoto– and that’s only if you were lucky enough to have a car to use. Public transportation never reached this area, and your family lacked the funds to own a car, which meant you were stuck in place, like the stagnant air you breathed in your tiny home, all while knowing how well the Zenin Clan prospered.

To say you were bitter was an understatement, but you knew better than to think that they had a life you truly wanted.

When you were younger, you would sneak away from your home, travel through a strip of trees and a thin creek to observe them in the back gardens of their estate. You always wondered why the women were forced to walk a few paces behind the men, and why everyone moved around with perfectly straight posture like they had a stick lodged up their asses. Your mother told you it’s how proper folk held themselves, but if being proper meant carrying around a holier-than-thou mentality, you weren’t interested. 

Aside from being unfamiliar with their status, you really had no reason to dislike them. They’d never done anything to you. In fact, you were sure they didn’t even know you were there, always perched on the wooden fence, watching them from between the cedar trees. The branches always kept you hidden, so as long as no one ventured this far away from the gardens, you knew you’d be safe.

And you got away with it for a while– for years, to be exact. It became your secret hobby, observing the notorious Zenins like they were animals in a zoo. And in some cases, they acted as such. Aggressive, possessive, always fighting for dominance with each other while forcing the women to maintain the home and watch after the kids. They bred like rabbits, you noticed. You thought that maybe they needed a new hobby of their own.

Your parents told you to keep your distance from them, though they had no idea that you liked to sneak off and get as close to the family as you could. If they had, you’d no doubt be punished for your idiocy. Even as a child, you knew your parents had a good reason for ordering you to stay away from the Zenins, but it wasn’t until you saw the true extent of how cruel they could be that you finally understood it for yourself.

Aggressiveness, fighting for dominance– those weren’t things the adult men reserved for use against each other. No, they involved the children, too, not only forcing them to fight for their entertainment, but retaliating against them as well. 

But why? What was the purpose? As an eight-year-old little girl, you couldn’t figure it out; it confused you. Your parents were strict at times, doling out punishments as they saw fit, but… never to this extent. 

The boy running through the garden looked terrified, glancing over his shoulder as the other chased him down. The one in front tried his best not to trample the flowers, yet the one behind him didn’t seem to give it another thought as he ruined them. Both of their yukatas were smudged with dirt, even ripped in a few places, too. It was evident by just their appearance alone that they had been doing this for a while, only now deciding to bring it outside.

While trying to mitigate flower damage, the boy ended up tripping, and just as quickly, he turned over to defend himself from the other, muttering, “Jinichi, I never-” A harsh kick to his ribs had the boy groaning and curling in on himself. “Whatever Ogi said isn’t true-”

“No?” Jinichi questioned in monotone and laid another kick to his ribs. “Hear that, Uncle? Toji says you’re a liar.”

A man who you hadn’t noticed stepped into view, spectating the debacle with a critical glance. The boy– Toji, as you learned– shook his head, raising his eyes to meet Ogi’s. “I didn’t say you’re a liar, but whoever told you that I-”

Before you could blink, the man moved so quickly, pressing to Toji’s mouth the end of a long cane he was toting around. The boy fell silent, eyeing the wooden stick with a bit of fear. 

“Are you calling my attendants liars, then?” Ogi never gave Toji the chance to answer before he handed off the cane to the other boy and said, “You may continue as we’ve practiced. I trust that you won’t kill him, but don’t be gentle either. The conniving runt isn’t worthy of your mercy after what he’s done to you.”

As the man stalked off in the opposite direction, heading back toward the house, you watched Jinichi reaffirm his grip on the cane with a determined look on his face. Toji used his arms to pull himself backward, but not far enough that the tip of the wooden rod couldn’t ram right into his face when Jinichi finally swung for him.

You gasped a quiet sound, heart thumping faster and faster in your chest when you heard his pained groan. He angled his face toward the other, scared but not backing down. Blood dripped from his temple, down his reddened, battered cheek to fall off his jaw– the sight of it made you feel sick. To the other side of Toji’s face, Jinichi gave him a matching wound, then stood back to assess his work.

He twirled the cane with a precise, practiced move, gruffly offering, “I’ll make it quick if you just confess.”

With the back of his hand, Toji wiped away the blood that had dripped into his eye, smearing it down his face. “We’ve been brothers for ten years now. How long do you think that lie is going to work on me?” 

His brother didn’t respond and instead swung the cane for his side, hitting his target with a loud cracking sound. The noise that left Toji was painful, calling to you like a cry for help, yet you were frozen. Never in your life had you witnessed such violence. You gripped the fence just a bit tighter, noticing then how shaky your hands were.

Toji rolled onto his stomach, curling into himself to protect his injury, but in doing so, he was risking his back to an attack. When Jinichi took the opportunity, whipping the cane across his spine, you had to bite your own tongue to stop from making a noise. The boy fell flat on his front with a cry of agony, sobbing, “I didn’t do it, Jinichi. I haven’t been in your room since the last time you caught me, I swear.”

“I don’t believe you,” his brother insisted, taking the cane to his back again, and then once more. A redness began seeping into the white yukata Toji wore. “Uncle Ogi wouldn’t lie-”

“Uncle Ogi,” Toji began, voice lifting a few decibels, “does whatever the hell he wants to keep himself entertained, and if you think for one second that doesn’t apply to you, then you’re an idiot.”

Even you knew that for a boy in Toji’s position, saying something like that wasn’t the right move. Unsurprisingly, it earned him three more lashes before his brother managed to snap the cane in half. While the boy writhed on the ground, Jinichi inspected the jagged end of the broken wood, contemplating something before tossing it away, only to bend down and grab Toji by the back of his yukata.

The boy groaned in pain, pleading for him to stop, and fighting against Jinichi with what strength he had left, which wasn’t much. He dragged him across the yard, ripping up what flowers hadn’t been destroyed during their chase, and dropped him on the edge of the koi pond. 

If you felt sick before just to see them fighting, it was nothing compared to the churning in your stomach to see his brother step over Toji’s body and stand above him. All too quickly, Jinichi guided Toji’s head to the water and held him under. He fought against his brother, digging his nails into his ankles to draw blood, yet Jinichi never stopped. 

If he kept going, Toji would surely die.

Somehow, some way, you defied your own fear in that moment, and in the next, your hands were pushing at Jinichi’s back with such a force that he toppled forward, into the pond. How you managed to cross the field so quickly, you weren’t sure– running was never your strong suit, but then again, you’d never tried while hopped up on so much adrenaline.

You lowered yourself beside Toji, careful not to touch his back or move him in a way that might cause him pain. Though, really, it wouldn’t have mattered after the beating he had taken. Deeming his shoulders safe, you grabbed him there, helping to bring him off the ground until he could balance himself on shaky arms.

Jinichi broke the surface of the pond while Toji worked on catching his breath, keeping his head cast down as the water droplets fell from soaked tufts of his black hair. The clear water took on a reddish hue as it rinsed the blood from his face. He spat out what collected in his mouth, heaving in deep breaths. 

“Didn’t go in your room,” he muttered, spitting out more bloody water. You assumed he thought you to be his brother, hence his rambling, but Jinichi was actually standing on the other side of the pond, staring at you with a bewildered expression. “Ogi is a liar. Not me.”

You reached down, placing your hand over the back of his own. “I believe you.” 

The heavy breathing stalled instantly, Toji going stalk still when he heard your voice– one that doesn’t sound like his brother’s at all. Clearly, you had startled him, but that was something you could apologize for later, after you dealt with the Zenin across the pond, who had yet to move. 

“You could have killed him, you know? What is the matter with you?” you snapped with enough bite that Jinichi flinched and took a step back. Then another, and another, until he fully turned around to run into the house. You watched him go with a disapproving shake of your head before giving your attention to the one who needed it the most. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond to you, but he did move, shakily pulling his hand out from beneath yours. When he pressed it into the dirt, he tried to push himself to stand. He stumbled around a bit, but managed it eventually. There were a few seconds when you both were unmoving, still reeling and trying to adjust to what just happened.

Then, Toji spoke. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You stood, too, taking a moment to dust off your yukata and smooth it out straight. “I know, but he was hurting you.”

He never once spared you a glance, keeping his eyes cast away as he moved on the same path as his brother. The most you received from the interaction was a few words that sounded a lot like a threat.

“You should leave before they hurt you, too.”

You took a few hurried steps toward him, latching onto his wrist to make him stop. “But what about you. Your back is-”

“I know you like to watch us,” he interjected, shaking off your touch. “You sit on the fence. You think no one can see you through the branches, but I can. So I know that you know what happens to girls here.”

Only then did you start to feel scared. After all, you had just been caught. If your parents found out, they’d be pissed, but worse was whatever the notorious Zenins might do to you for such an offense.

With nothing else to say, nothing for you to deny, you apologized. 

“I’m sorry.” It came out as a whisper, barely loud enough for you to even hear it. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”

Sensing your fear, Toji turned around. He didn’t smile, his face seemingly stuck in a flat expression, but the look in his eyes changed. It was a subtle difference, but one that you noticed. Toji blinked a few times before saying, “I don’t mind. You’re not hurting anything. Besides, I know what it’s like to be somewhere you’re not supposed to be. I go into my brother’s room all the time.”

A quiet gasp passed your lips, causing a smile to form on Toji’s mouth. You could tell that with the amount of pain he was in, it was forced, but it was a smile nonetheless.

“As long as you don’t tell on me, I won’t tell on you. Okay?”

You swallowed thickly, giving a firm, singular nod. “Okay.”

Slowly, his smile fell. “You should go now.”

“But what about your back? It’s bad– you’re bleeding-”

“I’ll be fine. They’re nothing but a few scratches.”

But they weren’t just a few scratches; they were deep, seeping wounds that Toji felt throb in time with his heartbeat while he watched you walk away, making sure you made it back between the cedar trees before letting go of the pained whimpers he had been holding back. The boy stumbled into the home before being swept up by one of the attendants to have his injuries assessed. Just as the woman finished cleaning the wound, the shoji door slammed open to allow Ogi to enter.

He didn’t speak– neither of them did. It wasn’t needed, for they both knew what was in store for Toji. He wasn’t only in trouble for his fight with his brother, but also for letting you walk away. While he had talked with you, he felt their eyes stabbing into his back, waiting for Toji to make the right move, yet he didn’t. 

And for that, he would be punished along with you, though you weren’t aware of that yet.

“What did you do?” your mother hissed quietly, dragging you out of your room and into the living area, which you noticed was taken up by a few familiar faces– Zenins, to be exact. 

Jinichi sat between two men, stoic, just as you remembered him to be. The one on his left, Ogi, and the one on his right was someone you’d never seen before. Though with a mustache like that, you doubted that you’d ever be able to forget him. Naobito was his name, as you had soon learned just after your mother forced you into a deep, respectful bow.

The conversation didn’t come as a surprise to you; you had screwed up, got caught by this powerful family, and were now about to reap the consequences of your actions. However, the action they were accusing you of wasn’t trespassing, as you had assumed it to be. Instead, it was something they must’ve manifested in their minds. In other words, it was a lie.

“It seems there was an altercation a few days ago. Your child stepped onto our property and tried to drown our Jinichi,” Ogi spat, earning the room two horrified gasps from your parents.

Unable to help yourself, you were quick to argue, “I never did that!”

“You didn’t push him into the koi pond?” A tense silence fell over the room as you slumped back down, trying to come up with something to defend yourself, yet you had nothing. You had, in fact, pushed the boy into the pond, though you weren’t trying to drown him. 

You brokenly sputtered, “H-He was the one trying to drown someone. He held Toji’s head under the water-”

“Why would he do that to his own brother, hm? Jinichi, you love Toji-kun, don’t you?”

“Very much,” Jinichi replied, meeting your stare unyieldingly. “I would never try to hurt my own flesh and blood.”

“Then why did you whip his back with that cane? You made him bleed.”

It didn’t matter what you said; no one believed you, not even your parents. They brushed it off on you, spending too much time in the sun that day, confusing brotherly roughhousing for an attack, but you knew better.

Your parents promised them that a proper punishment would be doled out, and the Zenins warned them against letting you wander too far again, for they wouldn’t be so lenient next time. You were spanked for your crimes that night, sent to bed with a sore behind and an empty stomach, with a long list of chores for you to complete the next day.

You gave it a few months before curiosity got the better of you and led you back up the hill toward the gardens of the Zenin property, only this time, there was a tall privacy fence in place. You paced the perimeter of it, running your fingers along the sturdy, wooden grooves until boredom struck, and you retreated back to your own home.

Months continued, turning into years. 

Sometimes you’d venture up the hill just to have a walk through the woods when you needed to clear your mind. And sometimes you found yourself lingering a little too long near the fence, just listening to what went on on the other side. Maybe that was creepy, but as always, you were just curious. You lived so close to the Zenins– everyone in the area knew them, everyone talked about them, and you were lucky enough to be within walking distance of their home.

Besides, what else was there to do? Your little farmhouse could only keep you entertained for so long, and it had since run out of inspiration– about ten years ago, actually. Life in your childhood home was boring, stale, so… dull. So, yes, you indulged your curiosities every once in a while, prying into the lavish life of the Zenins, even if it would end up getting you in trouble.

Autumn had struck, the leaves were dying, but the sun reflecting off of them cast an orange hue in the air. All life had been stunted, it seemed, save for the green moss growing on the wooden fence. You ran your finger over it, picking off some sprigs and letting them sprinkle to the ground. The wind carried a chill, rustling the dead leaves, but the scent it brought was a nice one. You wondered if the city smelled just like this, and you found yourself hoping it did, for it would be the only thing you’d miss about your home if you ever moved away.

You ventured further away that day, straying too far from the normal path, which you would need to take to get home. The distance made you feel a little giddy, and the uncharted territory felt fun. You wondered why you hadn’t done it sooner, until you were reminded of why– staying on the normal path ensured a quick escape back to your home, should you ever get caught stalking the Zenin’s property again.

And, unfortunately, you had just been caught. You were sure of it the second you locked stares with familiar green eyes that were perched at the very top of the fence. While yours widened in shock, his remained the same– dull, almost lifeless, yet you knew he was seeing you because they followed your movements, unblinkingly.

You weren’t sure what to say as you looked up at him, wondering how he took on such a relaxed, nonchalant position while balancing on top of a tall privacy fence. It scaled taller than your own house and would definitely ensure a few broken bones if you were to fall, though he seemed to be at ease.

“You usually don’t come down this far,” he said, breaking the silence with a voice that was far deeper than you remembered. Granted, it’s been years, so you suppose it checks out.

“You were watching me?”

“Only sometimes,” he offered with a shrug, standing to his feet on top of the fence.

“Hey,” you gasped, “be careful!” 

But he was already moving, jumping from the top of the fence and catching himself on a thick branch of a tree. He let himself dangle there for a moment before dropping to his feet, landing with grace right in front of you. And as he stood to his full height, you were made aware that his voice was not the only thing that changed about him, but his body, too; most notably, a wicked scar on his upper lip. Part of you wanted to ask about its origins, but another part of you knew better than to pry for that information– it seemed personal.

“That’s really dangerous! A fall from that height could have broken a bone!”

“But I caught myself on the tree,” he argued playfully.

“And if you hadn’t?”

He glanced up at the fence, gauging its height before shrugging. “I’d reckon I’d still be fine. I’ve fallen from higher places.”

You held a chastising finger at him, muttering, “That’s bad. Very bad.”

“M’not a dog, so don’t scold me like one.” He rolled his eyes, though he didn’t sound too irritated. “Anyway, what are you still doing coming up here? Ain’t you tired of looking at the same old fence yet?”

“No. The area is nice and peaceful.”

“And it isn’t nice and peaceful on your own property?”

With a tilt of your head, you asked, “Why does it feel like you’re trying to make me go home?”

“Maybe I just don’t like you being this close to my home. If you were smart, you wouldn’t like being this close either. Especially, after what happened last time.”

“You still remember that?”

“‘Course, I do. And probably just as vividly as you do, too,” he scoffed. “You shouldn’t come this close anymore. You’re just gonna get in trouble again if you get caught.”

You placed a hand on your hip, entirely unthreatened. “Are you going to snitch on me?”

He exhaled a quiet laugh. “No. So long as you stay on your side of the creek from now on, I’ll have no reason to.”

“Hmm…” You dropped your hand from your hip to cross your arms. “Well, I’m not going unless you come with me. I’ll need an escort back.”

“An escort?”

“Yes,” you stated firmly. “As you know, I’ve never been this far from my usual path. Who knows if I’ll be able to find my way back, rather than wandering further onto your property?”

He chuckled, bewildered by your suggestion. “Need me to hold your hand, too?”

“Yes, actually.” You held it out for him to take, making him lose his grin. He eyed your extended palm, watching as you flexed it, wordlessly prompting him to grab it, yet he didn’t. “Come on. We don’t have all day, do we?”

His eyes slid up to meet yours. “But I was only kidding-”

“I wasn’t.”

Toji’s lips parted to spew some kind of excuse, but nothing came out, and his mouth closed, opening once more to bite out, “Fine.” 

Hesitantly, he grabbed your hand, taking it in a tight fist. It wasn’t enough to hurt you, but it did startle you a little, especially when he tugged you to follow him. With a huff, you wrangled him back and forced him to take your hand properly. 

“Never held someone’s hand before or something?” you asked, interlocking your fingers. You let your connected hands fall between you. “There we go. That’s how you do it.” 

When you looked back up, he was glaring down at your hands, confused more than angry. And when he started pulling you away again, you didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears were starting to turn red.

“You want to be friends?” Toji questioned you one night, brows furrowing deeply as he pointed to himself. “With me?”

You frowned, thinking back on the week you both had, where you’d meet every evening at the creek to hang out, wondering if you’d read the situation incorrectly– weren’t you two getting along? Or was he really just coming here out of some obligation? 

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends with you? You’re cool.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do.”

His confusion was palpable as he questioned again, “Really?”

You scoffed and reached over to flick his cheek. He reeled away with a surprised hiss, rubbing the growing red mark. “You’re cool, Toji. How many times do I have to say it?”

His hand went still on his face as he stared at you, probably trying to figure out if you were being genuine or not. Finally, he dropped his hand. “Okay. Yeah, sure. We can be friends. If you want.”

When silence ensued, inching toward something awkward, you reached forward and poked his cheek. “Hey. Don’t be all weird now. That’s not cool at all.”

With a smushed cheek, he mumbled, “I’m not being weird.”

“Swear?”

“Swear.”

“Good.” You dropped your hand with a satisfied smile and relaxed back on the ground, closing your eyes and paying no mind to the crunch of the leaves below your head. “Lay down, too.”

You didn’t see him move, but you heard the leaves crunch as he relaxed beside you, just close enough to barely brush your shoulders together.

After a few minutes of quiet autumn breezes, he asked, “You really think I’m cool?”

“Toji, the fact that you keep asking is making it weird.”

In only a few months, the two of you had grown close. No longer were you two just friends; you were best friends. 

Even as the season chilled into winter, you two would still frequently meet at the creek, though when the snow started falling, your hangouts were often cut short due to the cold, and sometimes, you didn’t meet at all. 

But that was fine; you missed him, of course, but you knew that he didn’t want you trekking through the snow, just like you didn’t want him to do that either.

Toward the end of that year, a winter storm blew in. He told you the week before it happened that you shouldn’t meet at the creek. And you agreed with him, with the exception being the evening of his birthday, of course. He implored that it was fine, that you didn’t need to risk your health and safety for such a stupid reason, but you insisted, and finally, he relented. Toji promised to meet you out there on his birthday.

Yet, as you stood at the creek on the 31st of December, bundled up and shivering, you realized Toji might’ve forgotten– which was fine. It was his 16th birthday, after all, and he was probably busy with family obligations. 

Okay, it hurt a little bit that he forgot, but you tried your best not to let it get to you. You only wanted to give him the gift you made for him– granted, it was a silly gift, but you thought he’d appreciate it.

But it was fine. You could always give it to him another time.

You retreated back to your house, stopping just inside the door to peel your many layers off. You snuck past the living room, where your parents were bringing in the new year with their friends, playing card games, drinking, eating, laughing. You crossed your fingers, hoping they didn’t stop to ask why you were back so soon. As far as they were concerned, you were going out with a friend– a friend who was a girl you met at school, and not an infamous Zenin boy, who you were forbidden from talking to.

Once you made it to your room undetected, you changed into your pajamas, turned on quiet music, and started working on the project you left behind a few hours ago: a half-knitted sweater. Well, half was an overstatement; you’d barely finished one of the sleeves. Knitting wasn’t your strong suit, and it wasn’t all that fun, but it kept your hands busy.

Entirely immersed in your work, you were almost dead to the world, which is why when your bedroom window was abruptly pushed open, you screamed– 

Until you realized it was only Toji, with a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. Quickly, you slapped your hand over your mouth, and your other over your racing heart. You both stayed silent, listening for your parents' concerned questions, but the loud chatter of them with their friends let you know they hadn’t heard a thing. 

Only then did you speak, and it was to harshly whisper, “Jesus! You scared me!”

“I was throwing pebbles at your window for five minutes. Should’ve known you were… knitting?” He waved a confused hand at the mess of tan yarn in your lap. “Since when have you known how to do that?”

“Since two weeks ago, but that’s not important. What are you doing here?”

He drew his eyes away from your lap. “You didn’t wait for me at the creek.”

“I did. For two hours. Figured you were busy with your party or something, but it’s no big deal. You didn’t have to come all the way down here on your birthday. I could’ve given you your gift later.” You placed your yarn and knitting needles aside to slide off your bed and retrieve his present. 

When you stood in front of him, holding a small box behind your back, he eyed you suspiciously. “You got me a gift?”

“Of course, I got you a gift. It’s your birthday. Now, close your eyes.” He cocked a brow, hesitating until you snapped, “Close them. Now.”

And he did.

Once you placed the gift box in his hand, you added, “It’s nothing crazy. You might even think it’s stupid-”

“What? No, I– shut up, you didn’t-” Your brows furrowed, and he instantly backpedaled. “Sorry. Don’t shut up. That’s not– I just-”

“Open the damn box, Toji.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled the lid away, placing it on your nightstand before reaching in to grab the gift. Between his two fingers, he held up the woven tendril of green strands, inspecting it with a frown. “A bracelet?”

You nodded and held up your own wrist, displaying the one you made for yourself. “A friendship bracelet.”

“Oh,” he murmured, still looking it over with curiosity. 

Your stomach started to churn with nerves, which led to you blurting out, “I told you it wasn’t anything crazy, I said it was stupid-” His eyes flicked to yours, widening just enough as you continued, “You’re probably used to the fancy stuff– gold and silver and diamonds, which is fine. I mean, your family is loaded, so that’s to be expected. Just give that back, I’m sorry-”

When you went to grab it, he jerked it out of your reach. “No way. It’s mine.”

“It’s stupid, Toji.”

“It’s not stupid at all. It’s cool.” You slowly dropped your hands. “I’ve never had a friendship bracelet before; no one has ever… you really made this for me?”

“Well, yeah. And for me, too.” His eyes slid to your wrist, and he took your hand, bringing you closer so he could look at yours, too. The contact brought warmth to your face. “You like them?”

“Mhm, I do. You did a good job on them.”

“Thank you.” The warmth on your face only got hotter, but the praise was nice. “Do you want me to help you put yours on? They can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

He lowered your hand back to your side and handed his bracelet to you, offering you his wrist next. After securing it, you glanced at his face, taking note of the small smile that was on his mouth as he ran his finger over the woven pattern.

“Thank you. For the gift.”

The slight nervousness in your chest faded, and you smiled, too. “You’re welcome! I was really hoping you’d like it! I wasn’t sure what else to get you. I know you probably have everything you could ever want already.”

“...almost everything.”

“Hm?” 

You tilted your head in question, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced at the clock on your nightstand, then looked back at you. 

“My family is doing fireworks for the New Year.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. “I love fireworks!”

“Wanna go watch them?” he asked. “The roof would be the perfect spot.”

“The roof? Like, the roof of my house?” When he nodded, you asked, “How are we supposed to get up there?” 

He slipped out of his coat, handing it to you, then moved toward the open window. As you slid your arms into the warmth, sufficiently wrapping yourself up in it, he inched outside, far enough that it worried you. 

“Hey, Toji, that’s not safe. You could fall-”

But your warning was too late. He somehow managed to pull himself off the windowsill using the gutter of your house, and then proceeded to defy gravity by vaulting onto the roof. Naturally, you were concerned and rushed over to the window, only when you peered up at the roof, he leaned over the edge and offered you his hand.

“You’re insane if you think I’m doing that.”

“Come on,” he tutted teasingly. “Don’t be a chicken.”

“You could drop me.”

“I swear, I won’t. And if I do, I’d be down there to catch you before you hit the ground.”

Your eyes widened, head shaking in disbelief. “What? You think you’re a superhero, or something?”

He snorted. “Definitely not, but I trust myself enough not to let you fall.”

“You can trust yourself all you want, but I’m the one who needs to trust you right now. And I definitely do not.”

He clicked his tongue. “You should.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you mean a lot to me, and I’d never suggest anything that would get you hurt.” You stared at his hand again, watching him flex it open. “Come on. You made me a friendship bracelet and everything. You have to trust me at least a little bit, right?”

“Toji-”

“And it’s my birthday, so you kinda have to do everything I say.”

Your lips pressed into a flat line as you eyed the distance from your window to the ground.

“Damn you.” 

With a groan, you grabbed his hand, squeezed your eyes shut, and braced for the ground, but the fall didn’t come; Toji lifted you onto the roof as if you weighed nothing, letting you stumble right onto his lap. You gripped the fabric on his shoulders, peering behind you and over the edge of the roof– such a long way down. 

“You’re very bold, you know that?”

He chuckled and pulled you off his lap, placing you beside him. “One day, you’ll finally trust me.”

“Maybe so, but that day is not today. You’ll have to prove yourself a few more times.” You moved closer to his side, noticing his thin, long-sleeved shirt. “Hey, aren’t you cold?”

“I’m fine, really-” You slid back onto his lap, sitting back toward his knees so it wasn’t entirely inappropriate. “Really, I’m not-”

“Do you want to catch a cold? No, you don’t. So put your arms in here.” You opened the jacket, shivering as the cold air chilled you through your pajamas. “Hurry before all the warm air gets out.”

Sounding flustered, he muttered, “Where am I supposed to-” You grabbed his arms, led them inside the jacket, and wrapped them around your waist. “Oh.”

“Isn’t that better?”

You heard him swallow before humming, “Mhm.” 

He relaxed into your touch after a few moments and even pulled you forward to get closer. Despite your initial thoughts, straddling his lap this closely didn’t feel inappropriate at all. It felt comforting and safe, like you wouldn’t mind staying there for the rest of your life.

The fireworks started a little while later, lighting up the sky with bright flashes of vibrant colors. Both of you watched them in contented silence– it was nice. Really nice, even.

“You know, these are really good fireworks, but have you seen the ones they do in Osaka. For the summer festival?”

“No. Have you?”

You giggled, “No, but I saw them on TV last year. They’re super cool. We should go sometime.”

Through the sound of the distant explosions, you heard your parents and their friends count down from ten, and when the clock hit midnight, you didn’t hesitate to press your lips to Toji’s cheek. It wasn’t much, a gentle peck at most, but it was something that meant so much to both of you. 

Though at the time, neither of you was truly aware of the significance.

“Happy New Year,” you whispered when you pulled back to rest your cheek on his shoulder.

You weren’t sure if he said it back. 

If he did, you definitely couldn’t hear it over the sound of the blood rushing through your head.

Toji moved off the Zenin property a few months after he turned 18. He came to see you when he could, but after being cut off from his family’s funds, he was stuck working a few part-time jobs, barely giving him any time off. You pretended it didn’t bother you too badly, but the reality of it was that without Toji there to keep you company, the place felt small and lonely. You were going stir-crazy, and the subtle comments from your parents, suggesting that you look for a place, were grating on your nerves. 

Which is why when Toji came to pick you up the night of your 18th birthday, you slumped down in his car with a box of items. He eyed them suspiciously, gaze flicking to you and your pleading look. Hesitantly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mind if I stay with you for a few days?”

He blinked a few times, inhaling deeply to ask, “Um, like… starting tonight?” He worried his bottom lip between his teeth when you nodded. “I’ve only got one bedroom. And it’s not on the nice side of town either.”

“Toji, if you don’t want me to stay, just say so-”

“No! That’s not it,” he rushed to say, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s just that… it’s kind of a shitty place, and I’m messy, and you’re not gonna like it.”

Catching sight of his reddening cheeks, you offered a soft smile. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It can’t be that bad. Besides, it’s just for a few days. I trust you to take care of me for a few days. And since it’s a one-bedroom, I can take the couch.”

“Well, I don’t have a couch. When I left the estate, I only brought a few changes of clothes, and the new place didn’t come furnished.”

“So, where do you sleep?”

The answer to that question: the fucking floor.

“Toji,” you sighed, taking a look around the bare space that was somehow messy, despite being almost empty. “You couldn’t have grabbed a futon before you left the estate?”

“Was kinda in a rush,” he sheepishly said. “Figured I’d get whatever I needed when I had time, but… sort of short on that, too. Plus, s’not like anyone else lives with me anyway, so it doesn’t bother me.” When you cast him a cool look, he winced. “Well, it bothers me now that you’re here.”

You let your eyes slip around the room. A dirty old rug, a basket of unfolded clothes, a foldable, metal chair, a scratched-up side table he probably picked up for free on the side of the road, and a gun– wait- 

“What is that for?!” You pointed at the weapon, and Toji followed your direction until he, too, spotted it. Quickly, he grabbed the gun and slipped it behind him, tucking it into his waistband as if that would magically erase the last two seconds from your mind. “Toji.”

“What? It’s a bad part of town, I told you already.”

“So, you have a gun, to do what with? Shoot people?”

He blinked a few times, lips parting in surprise before he forced them closed, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “No. I would never.” He eyed your unimpressed glare, offering up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “I swear.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, frown deepening before you dismissed it, muttering, “You better not. It would piss me off.” 

Toji let out a sigh of relief and moved aside, letting you venture deeper into the apartment. He let you explore, not that there was much of that to be done anyway. You found the bathroom– small and dingy– the kitchen was just the same. And when you were finished, you stood in front of him again, hand on your hip. 

“You were right. This place is shitty.” You gave the room another glance. “I’m not leaving until it’s at least somewhat suitable.”

“What?”

“What?” you countered, directing your stare at him. “You can’t live like this.”

“Yes, I can. I’ve been doing it for months now.”

“Well, I can’t live like this,” you argued, catching the way confusion flickered in his eyes. 

“You?”

“Me.” With a lazy wave of your hand, you explained, “My parents not-so-subtly suggested that I move out.”

Toji’s face slackened. “They kicked you out.”

“No, they suggested it was time for me to get my own place since I’m an adult now, so I thought I’d stay with you until I find an apartment. Just a few days.”

Toji cocked a brow. “You think you’re going to find a nice apartment to move into in just a few days?” When you nodded, he asked, “With what money?” With pursed lips, you shrugged, bringing him to sigh, “You’re not going to find a place in just a few days with no money.”

“Why not? You did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t? We’re in your apartment right now-” It clicked for you then. “This isn’t your apartment, is it?”

“It is.” He swallowed. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, not officially.”

“You’re squatting here,” you surmised, making him wince again.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but you couldn’t be mad at Toji for it. It wasn’t like he expected you to throw yourself and all of your problems into his lap. However, that didn’t mean you could continue letting him live this way, squatting or not.

You let out a huff and rubbed at your eyes, feeling tired already. “Okay. It’s fine. We can just… figure it out tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. You need a place to live– a real place that is your own– and so do I, so we can start looking tomorrow. Or better yet, I can start looking tomorrow, since you’re keen on living in squalor. But once I find a place, you’re moving in with me. No more of… this.” You motioned to the space around you. “Now, is there anything else you wanna tell me? You’re technically homeless, are you jobless, too?”

“No. I… work.”

His tone was hesitant– less than trustworthy now that you’ve seen all of this.

“Is it ethical?” He didn’t answer, but he did look guilty, and you had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. “Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not.”

“Okay,” you sighed again. “Last question, do you have enough money to buy dinner? I’m broke.”

You moved into a new apartment only a few weeks after leaving your house. It wasn’t much better than the previous place, but at least it was in a better part of town.

You quickly found out that living with Toji wasn’t bad at all. You both respected each other’s privacy and kept communication open to voice concerns about your living arrangement. When you had friends over, you made sure to keep out of Toji’s way, and he kept out of yours. However, he never brought people over– you suspected he didn’t have any friends other than you, but there were a few times you overheard him talking on the phone to someone named Shiu.

The bills were split equally, with you handing over your share to Toji, so he could pay them off with the landlord. At first, your friend insisted that he could cover the expenses, but you wouldn’t let that slide– you couldn’t just live with him and not contribute; this was a shared space.

You each had your own bedroom, which was sort of a moot point, as Toji so rarely slept in his room, often opting to crash on the couch when he’d come back from work instead. He usually stayed out all night and slept all day, and while that concerned you, you didn’t bring up what his job consisted of again– ignorance is bliss, and all that.

Well, as it turns out, ignorance is bliss until you’re forced to see first-hand the very thing you’d been turning a blind eye to.

You had left work early that day, not feeling the greatest after having just gotten over a cold. You attempted to tough it out since your job wasn’t really grueling at all– the little antique shop didn’t get that much business, which left you sitting at the counter, bored out of your mind as you worked through your puzzle book. But after listening to you sniffle and groan one too many times, your boss sent you home with strict orders to rest up.

With a headache pounding behind your eyes and a grumbling stomach that was practically begging for something warm, you relented. Miso soup, a bit of knitting, and a nap sounded heavenly. But when you stepped into your apartment, you quickly realized that a relaxing afternoon was not in store for you. 

The first clue was the trail of red droplets staining your rug, leading you toward the kitchen. The next clue was the bloodied wrap and towels lying on the floor, and next, pieces from the first aid kit strewn across the counter, as if someone had messily searched for what they needed and left the mess behind.

You weren’t dumb. You knew what all of this was, what it meant, and who had caused it. And all of that was proved correct when you found him in the bathroom, standing and leaning back against the sink, shirt pulled up his torso and held secure in his mouth, as he sewed up the large, seeping gash in his abdomen. 

Time froze for a moment.

You stared at him; he stared back. Both of you were equally as shocked as the other.

And then he opened his mouth, his shirt falling to cover the wound as he broke the silence to ask, “What are you doing here?”

“I– um…” You continued to stare at his torso, even if you couldn’t see the marred skin anymore. “Came home early. Wasn’t feeling well.” You raised a shaky hand, pointing at his abdomen. “What happened?”

“Just had a little accident. Nothing to worry about.”

Your bottom lip quivered from the stress. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Not lying, it’s really nothing.” The guilt on his face only worsened. “Please, don’t cry. I’m fine-”

“You’re bleeding.” 

“It’s not as bad as it looks. I swear-”

Neither of you had realized you crossed the bathroom until you stood right in front of him, holding a tight hand over his mouth to make him shut up. His eyes widened, but he didn’t try to push you away. With your other hand, you pulled his shirt back up to inspect the wound.

“Wh-Who did that to you?” You removed your hand so he could answer, yet the most you got was a choked-back groan. “Answer me-”

“I don’t know. You think he gave me his name before he shoved a knife in my side?”

You felt tears roll down your cheeks when you blinked, which Toji wiped away with his knuckle, muttering, “It’s okay. Really.”

“It’s not-”

“It is,” he insisted, pulling his shirt out of your hand to cover the wound again. “Trust me. Please.”

Doing so was a mistake– you knew that. 

But you couldn’t help it. You did trust him.

So, when he asked you to forget about it, when he told you that it wouldn’t happen again, you believed him.

You trusted his promise to you, knowing that it was empty.

You knew that it would happen again, but you also knew that when the next time came around, you wouldn’t be there to see it. 

Toji would make sure of it.

“How’d you get that scar on your lip?” you asked him one evening after years of wanting to know its backstory. Originally, you thought it might be too personal, but with a few drinks in your system, the question came out easily. 

Thankfully, Toji didn’t seem to mind it either. He nursed his nth beer bottle in one hand, the other resting behind you on the back of the couch as you both watched some stupid TV show you’d heard about from your friends. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he answered, “I tripped and fell. Smacked my face off the wall.”

“Mm. Seems pretty tame compared to the other scars on your body. I thought that one would be more… significant, you know?”

“Significant…” he mused, leaning forward to set his bottle on the coffee table, dragging back with him a new one. “I think you mean dramatic.”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

As he twisted off the bottle cap, he chuckled. “Okay. What if I said that my family threw me into this special room? And that this room was filled with things that want to hurt you, but they’re invisible.”

“Like ghosts?”

“Mhm, like ghosts. And what if I said that these ghosts are how I got this scar? Would that be significant and dramatic enough for you?”

Your nose crinkled. “That would be too much, actually. Ghosts aren’t real. And your family sucks, but… they’re not that cruel, are they?”

He snorted. “You tell me. You stalked our backyard for years.”

“Yeah, but I never saw anyone get dragged into any haunted dungeon.”

“Right,” he mused, bringing the bottle to his lips. “A haunted dungeon isn’t very realistic. The walking into a wall thing makes way more sense.”

You squinted at him as if that would help decipher what he was trying to say. “You’re being weird tonight.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You leaned into his side, soaking up the warmth. 

Minutes later, his arm inched off the back of the couch to rest over your shoulders. When his arm dipped lower behind you, his hand splayed against your waist, you tried to pretend like it didn’t bother you much.

But the reality of it left you with heated cheeks and a heartbeat that was too fast to be normal.

It was only in this moment that you realized the feelings you harbored for your friend strayed far past platonic.

The revelation of your new feelings was nearly debilitating. No longer could you talk to Toji for longer than five minutes without stuttering over your words or blushing like an idiot. If he noticed, he never pointed it out– thankfully, and in turn, you never pointed out when he was flustered either, which happened more often than you’d think. It used to be over the little things, like a simple hug, an accidental touch of hands, or when he’d let you borrow his jacket because you were too stubborn to grab your own, even after he told you it was cold outside. 

But things escalated, much like they always do.

You were running late that morning. All you needed was your work outfit, which you’d forgotten to grab from the dryer before taking your shower because again, you were running late, leaving you in a frazzled state. You did remember your underwear, though– lucky you.

Your washer and dryer unit occupied a small alcove in the hallway beside the bathroom. Depending on where you stood in the kitchen, you would be able to see down the same hallway. 

With this knowledge in mind, you made sure to call Toji’s name before you stepped out of the bathroom, just to make sure he had enough time to cover his eyes. 

When you received no response from him, you hurriedly rushed to the dryer, holding an arm to your bare chest for coverage. Bent at the waist, you filtered through the mess of dried clothes to find your outfit, freezing in place when you heard his sharp intake of air. You stood straight just in time to see him pulling his earbuds from his ears and turning around. 

“Jesus,” Toji breathed, “Warn a guy next time.”

“I called your name.”

“Apparently not fucking loud enough since I just had to see your tits.”

“Oh, like that’s such a bother,” you scoffed, bending over to look for your clothes again.

“It is a bother. It’s going to bother me for the rest of the day now. Maybe even the rest of the week.”

“I had them covered with my hand!”

“Barely!”

You snorted, mumbling, “God, you act as if you’ve never seen boobs before.”

“I haven’t. Not in person anyway, and definitely not yours-”

“Wait.”

“What?”

You slammed the dryer door shut, clothing in your arms, and stood straight to face him, though he couldn’t see you with his back turned to you. “You’ve never seen boobs?”

“Not in person,” he reiterated tersely. “I mean, I used to have this magazine-”

“Stop. I don’t need to know that.”

“Okay, so…”

“Are you a virgin then?”

Redness crept up the back of his neck as he defensively said, “So are you.”

“How do you know?”

“Maybe because we’re from the middle of bumfuck nowhere, so unless you managed to screw one of my cousins without me knowing about it, you’re still a virgin, too.”

“I could’ve brought someone over here, you know? It’s not like you’re here during the night that much anyway. How would you have known?”

Toji’s shoulders tensed.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel like arguing anymore. It was stupid to begin with. Now, you were just poking the bear and wasting time when you’re already late for work.

Lowly, he asked, “Have you had someone over?”

“No. Not for that.”

“Good. Don’t. Ever.”

Your frowned. “Why not?”

“Because this is our apartment, meaning it’s my place just as much as it’s yours. How would you like it if I brought over a woman you didn’t know, and I didn’t run it past you first?”

“I don’t know.” 

You hated the idea, actually. Loathed it, even.

“Okay, well, I do know that if I catch some man in here, it’s going to piss me off. So, just… just tell me, or something. I’ll make sure I’m not here, and you can let me know when he’s gone.”

“Or we could just-” 

You cut yourself off before that word vomit could spew from your mouth. But the beginning part was already out there. Toji heard you.

“We could just, what?”

Fuck. We could just fuck. Each other. Together.

But you were smart enough to know why saying that would be idiotic.

“Nothing! I didn’t mean to say that! And I’m late for work! So, I have to finish getting ready!”

You trapped yourself in the bathroom after that, making sure that you heard Toji’s bedroom door shut before even thinking of leaving for work for the day. You had wasted an extra half hour in the bathroom, so by the time you made it to work, almost an hour late, to say your boss was less than enthused would be an understatement.

The realization of your crush on Toji, paired with the acknowledgement of just how attractive this man was, was a lethal combination for your sanity. You tried your best not to let it bother you, and for the most part, you had succeeded. But there were moments where you couldn’t help it– you would end up flustered beyond the normal amount, and having him watch you stutter your way through some half-assed explanation as to why you were suddenly going shy on him only made it worse. 

Thankfully, he never picked on you for it– not excessively, at least. Most of the time, it was a subtle acknowledgement that he noticed you acting timid, and then he’d allow you to escape from the situation with the small bits of your dignity that you had left– a simple kindness, really. It was the least he could do, or so you thought. 

However, there were times when your friend wasn’t feeling very merciful at all.

You had been sitting on the couch, knitting away with a blank mind, when you heard him call out your name from the hallway.

“Yeah?” you responded, not even looking up from your knitting needles.

“Remember that shirt I let you borrow last week?”

 One of his work shirts that you had taken to sleep in that night. You were feeling bloated, and your tight pajamas weren’t the least bit comfortable.

“Uh huh.”

“And do you remember when I said not to dry it?”

Your hands went still as you thought back on the interaction you’d had with him a few days ago– did he tell you not to dry the shirt?

“Uhh-” You looked up when a shadow fell over you, wide eyes settling on Toji’s exposed abdomen, which the shirt– the very tight, very small shirt– didn’t cover. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he retorted. “You ruined it.”

“Ruined? I wouldn’t say that.” When you finally managed to drag your eyes up to his face, you were met with an amused look. It was only then that you realized your mistake– openly checking out your best friend. It brought a scorching heat to your face. “That’s not– I didn’t– what I meant– I just-”

No mercy wasn’t granted then. 

Toji let you stutter it out, watching you nearly combust in front of him with a grin on his face.

You just barely managed to collect yourself enough to choke out, “It doesn’t look bad. Really. It’s… fine.”

“Just fine?” he pried for more, knowing you were too embarrassed to realize it for yourself. 

“It’s good. Really good. Great, even.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Yeah.” You swallowed thickly and forced your shaky hands to start knitting again. 

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe I should just wear it to work then. Since it’s not as bad as I think it is.”

“Oh, you should. You definitely should.”

You pretended you didn’t hear his quiet laughter as he grabbed his zip-up hoodie from the front door. He slid on his shoes and grabbed his keys.

“I’ll be back later than usual. Probably after midnight.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

“You know who to call if you need me, right?”

“For sure.” 

You heard his laughter one last time before he stepped out the door, closing it behind him. Once you were alone, you dropped your knitting needles and covered your face, letting the mortification creep in while muttering, “Oh, my god,” into your palms.

You weren’t the only one getting flustered in that apartment. Toji had his fair share of moments, too, and you ate each one up like it was candy. 

Like the time you were cutting his hair and flashed your chest on accident.

Or the time when you were bent over in the kitchen, cleaning out one of the lower cabinets, and he happened to walk in behind you.

Or when the electricity in your apartment had cut out during winter, and you asked for cuddles to keep yourself warm.

All of these moments were innocent– mostly innocent, at least.

The only time it wasn’t completely innocent was the day you asked to kiss him.

It was out of the blue, a spur-of-the-moment type of deal– you were feeling impulsive and curious, and Toji was just there, oblivious to the thoughts going through your head as you approached him in the kitchen. 

With a light tap on his shoulder, he briefly glanced back at you and smiled before returning to the task of restocking the first-aid kit– something that happened quite frequently. 

“Need something?”

“Possibly.”

He hummed, “Well, if it’s a plain, boring bandage you’re looking for, I hate to disappoint.” He reached into the drug-store bag on the counter, pulling out a box of themed bandages. “They only had pink princess ones, so-”

“I don’t need a bandage.”

“Something from the cabinet then? Just gimme a second, and I’ll move out of your way-”

“Toji.”

Hearing your tone, he paused and then set down the first-aid items to turn and face you. When you stayed quiet, his brows raised in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked cautiously.

“Nothing’s wrong. Not yet, anyway. I suppose it depends on how you take this.” Your short explanation seemed to only concern him more. “I just… well, I wanted to talk to you about something. And if you’re not okay with it, that’s completely fine. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, or upset, or– or… ruin our friendship– I don’t want you to hate me, or think I’m weird, or crazy-”

“Did you do something bad?” he interjected, placing a hand on your shoulder. “If you did, it’s okay. Just tell me what happened, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Huh?”

“You look guilty. If you killed someone, just let me know where the body is, and I-”

“Toji, I– no! That’s not-!”

“Then you need someone taken care of? All I need to know is what they look like-”

“No! No one is dead, no one is dying!”

He raised his voice just a little to ask, “Then why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?!”

“Like you need me to do something for you. Whatever it is, I can get it done. You don’t have to be afraid to ask. I won’t be mad at you-”

“A kiss! I was going to ask for a kiss!”

There. It was out in the open for the universe to mock you for. 

You wanted to kiss Toji. 

And now he knew that you wanted to kiss him, too.

The silence that ensued was terrifying.

The bewildered eye contact might’ve been worse.

“I– um…” He laughed nervously. “What?”

You took it back. The silence and eye contact were the least of your worries.

“A kiss, Toji. You kiss me.” You pointed between yourself and him. “Unless you don’t want to-”

“Didn’t say that.”

“Well, you didn’t say much of anything, actually.” While you stood there, watching such a redness bloom over his cheeks, you sighed, “I’m only curious. I’m twenty and have no idea what it’s like.” 

“And you think I do?”

“I– no? I guess not. Look, it doesn’t have to mean anything. If you’re saving it for someone else, that’s fine. Just say so. Or if you don’t want to do that with me, I understand. I just thought that since we’re friends, it would be easier to do it together. More comfortable and stuff.”

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “No, that uh– that makes sense. We should… do that.”

You smiled, trying your best to be as comforting as possible, but really, you were freaking out on the inside. You’re sure Toji was feeling the same, though he was less subtle about it than you were. 

“Okay. Go on,” you prompted.

“Go on and do what?”

Your face slackened. “Kiss me, stupid.”

“S-Sure.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you heard him stutter– if he’s ever even done it before. You also pretended not to notice him not-so-subtly wipe his palms off on his pants. 

To help, you took the initiative of wrapping your arms around his neck to reel him in closer, letting him almost stumble into you and place his hands on your waist to steady himself. You felt the tips of his fingers sink into your skin, and you swore you could see his heartbeat in his chest.

“You seem nervous,” you lilted, hoping to lighten the mood, but it didn’t. Not for Toji, anyway; he was still just staring at your mouth.

And then, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

You snorted, “Really? I didn’t know.”

His green eyes flicked to yours. “It’s gonna be bad.”

You shrugged. “Probably, but I’m not expecting fireworks or anything, okay? If it’s the worst thing ever, then who cares? It’s not like there’s anyone here besides us, and I’m not going to judge you for a bad kiss. But if it’ll make you feel better, I can close my eyes.”

He nodded, entirely serious. “Okay. Do that.”

“I was joking, Toji.”

“I wasn’t.”

You giggled, “Fine. I’ll close them.”

You felt him lean in closer. You felt the lightest bit of breath brush over your face. You felt his hands tighten on your waist. 

You felt his lips against your cheek.

With a small grin, unable to help yourself, you mumbled, “You needed me to close my eyes for that?”

And then you felt his lips press against your own.

It took you a moment to realize it for yourself, to process that this was it, you were kissing him. And once you came to terms with it, you kissed him back. Soft and slow, timid almost, like you were both too shy to push for something more. 

But that was okay; this pace was perfect. As a matter of fact, the whole thing was perfect.

When you parted from one another, you forced your eyes to open and were lucky enough to witness the deepest blush known to man covering Toji’s face. 

“Oh.” You stifled your laugh behind your hand. “Your cheeks are so red.”

“Shut up,” he groaned, tugging you forward with the hands on your hips, only to press his face into your shoulder.

“It’s okay,” you cooed condescendingly. “No need to be embarrassed.”

“You’re the worst.”

You sighed in content, leaning into him for a sloppy sort of hug. “It was a good kiss, though.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You smiled, though he couldn’t see it. “I liked it a lot.”

“Me, too,” he said quietly, voice muffled in your shoulder. Just barely, he leaned back to ask, “Can I– can we, um… do it again?”

You wrote it off as practice; it’s what kept your friendship intact, to make sure that the kisses, while intimate, would never damage what you already had together. And after a few months, you were certain your plan was flawless. A few pecks here and there– in the morning, before bed, random ones throughout the day if you were feeling confident enough; it was nothing crazy, but it was nice.

The kisses also seemed to be a gateway to be more… touchy-feely. Of course, the touches weren’t inappropriate in the slightest. Cuddling on the couch, leaning into his side in the checkout line at the supermarket, holding his hand as you walked around the block, it was all so innocent. 

The kisses couldn’t change the fact that he was still your best friend.

They could, however, make you question why you two were still only friends after everything you’ve done together, but you didn’t like to think about that part very often. 

You were sprawled out on the couch, legs resting over his thighs as you flipped through the channels. You’d been at it for ten minutes, and you’re sure Toji was getting tired of your indecisiveness. If you were being honest, so were you. With a sigh, you swung your legs off his lap and tossed the remote down beside him. 

“You pick something while I’m gone.”

He clicked his tongue and grabbed your arms as you passed him. “Where are you going?”

“I gotta pee. Let go.”

And he did let go.

Right after tugging you back down onto the couch just to be annoying.

“Ass,” you cursed without any real heat, getting up once more and only making it as far as you did last time before he pulled you back again. This time, he brought you down for a kiss, a quick one.

“I can pick whatever I want?” he asked so nicely, sliding his grip on your arm down to your hand. 

It caught you off guard– the sweetness of it.

“Huh?”

“On TV,” he amended, moving your hand, pressing the tips of his fingers to yours. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want.”

“Really?”

He traced the tip of his finger up the inside of your wrist while waiting for your answer. 

“Really.”

The look in his eyes when you said that turned into something smug, knocking you out of your stupor.

You realized your mistake then.

“Wait, no. It’s Saturday.”

“It is Saturday.” Toji grinned and let go of you completely to grab the remote. “Which means the horse races are on all day-”

“No!” you protested, launching over him to grab the remote, forgetting entirely about your full bladder. “Horse racing is sooo boring!”

“Come on now, it’s so cool.”

You writhed in his lap, fighting for the remote that was always just out of reach. “You don’t even bet on them! What’s the point?!”

“I bet on them. Mentally.”

“Oh, my god, you’re twenty-one. Stop acting like such an old man-” 

His movements were always too fast for you. There was no way for you to get the remote out of his hands unless you caught him off guard, which you had learned wasn’t that difficult.

With a hand on his jaw, you angled his face enough to lean forward and kiss him. You didn’t wait to slip your tongue into his mouth the first chance you had, knowing that would only throw him off even more. And your plan worked well. 

Seconds after you kissed him, he was kissing you back, pulling on your waist to situate you over his lap. You let him think you had no other intentions with the kiss, allowing him to slide his hand to your hip and squeeze just enough to feel it. Though he still held onto that remote with his other hand. 

Feeling a bit daring, and maybe curious, too, you rolled your hips forward against his slowly. His mouth went just the slightest bit slack on yours, and he groaned when you moved against him again.

From beside you, you heard the remote hit the couch cushion, followed by his hand settling on your hip, sliding down to guide you to move again. You felt him getting hard between your legs– this was nothing new for you. There were many times when you were simply kissing that you accidentally brushed against it.

This, however, was intentional.

You let him do it again and again until you were sure he was so caught up in you that he forgot about the horse races completely. Once you were certain he was distracted, you pulled back, grabbed the remote, and slid off his lap to stand in front of him.

“No,” he whined, leaning his head back and covering his face with both hands. “That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair. Especially when your best friend was going to subject you to horse racing torture.”

“It’s interesting! And you promised!”

You clicked your tongue and tossed the remote into his lap. “Fine. But my favorite show comes on at two, and we’re watching it. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. 

You gave the top of his head a few pats.

“Good boy.”

As you made your way to the bathroom, you didn’t notice the way his face warmed at those two words.

The kissing was good. It was great, even.

But it wasn’t satiating that urge, which left you outrageously horny.

It usually wasn’t an issue. Toji wasn’t there most nights, so you were free to do whatever you needed to without the fear of being overheard.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Toji’s job– whatever that was– didn’t require him at the moment, which meant he'd been there for three days and three nights, giving you no time at all to get the job done yourself. And to top it off, PMS was kicking your ass with the cramps, so there were no orgasms to help with that, nor did you have your heating pad because it finally kicked the bucket.

“I can go get you more pain relievers. It wouldn’t take that long,” Toji offered from the threshold of your room. He had come to check on you after you disappeared just before dinner, finding you on your bed, curled up on your side to hold your stomach.

“It’s fine. They aren’t the worst. They’re just making me tired and nauseous.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“Mm, you can lie down with me. We can take a nap.”

He exhaled a laugh. “Alright.”

Cuddling on the couch wasn’t a new concept. Lying down in a bed together definitely was.

He didn’t even get underneath the blanket, and made sure he kept a couple of inches of distance between you to maintain some friendly boundary. But boundaries be damned– consensually, of course.

“You can come closer if you want to,” you said, looking back at him to see that he was staring at the ceiling, his hands folded on his stomach. “You know I don’t bite.”

“Just… trying to be respectful,” he defended lightly, moving closer until his shoulder brushed your back.

“I appreciate that, but come closer. Like how we do it on the couch.” It took a moment, but you finally felt the bed shift behind you, and then his hand was sliding over your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You let out a sigh, wriggling back to get even closer. “This is nice.”

“Mm, it is.” 

His thumb stroked your waist, right at the bottom hem of your shirt. The sound of his breathing was light, comforting in a way. Had your guts not been trying to rip your insides apart with cramps, you almost could have enjoyed the moment.

When you sucked in a breath on a particularly sharp cramp, the tips of his fingers dug just a bit deeper into your side, a show of his concern. 

It was cute. You appreciated it.

But you wanted more.

Taking his hand, you guided it to your lower abdomen, letting it slip under your shirt to settle on your skin.

“Can you hold me right there? Is that okay?”

His face leaned into your shoulder, warm cheek pressed to your neck. “If it helps you, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

Rather than replying verbally, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

And that contact was great.

For all of five minutes before your hips twitched, arousal was building between your legs, and all from a simple, innocent touch. 

You squeezed your thighs together, squirming a bit in search of friction. If only you could slip your hand between your legs to grind against your fist, you’d be fine. 

But Toji would definitely notice that.

You tried to keep the squirming to a minimum; you didn’t want him to take his hand away. 

“I know you don’t mean it,” Toji finally choked out, trailing off as your writhing slackened. “You’re moving around...”

“S-Sorry, it’s just…” With no excuse, you added, “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” he mumbled, probably growing tired in the warm, dim room, just like you were. “It’s just frustrating for me, too.”

“Sorry,” you said again, and stopped moving.

That is, until another cramp had you tensing up, and that hand on your lower stomach smoothed over your skin, just barely dipping into the waistband on your shorts before settling in the right spot again. You couldn’t help it; your thighs squeezed, and you squirmed.

“Baby-”

“I-” You swallowed down the whine building in the back of your throat before reaching back for his cock. He jerked at the feeling, thrusting toward you with a choked groan. Slowly, you tilted your hips back, pressing against him before cautiously asking, “Can we? Just this once?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew it had to be beet red. But teasing him about his inexperience wasn’t what you wanted to do at that moment. What you wanted was to get off, to stop the cramps for at least a little while, and to sleep.

A tired, nervous chuckle vibrated against your shoulder blade as he pulled his hand away, tilting his hips away from you. “Um, I don’t know how to do… that-”

You drew back, the sting of rejection prickling all over. “Sorry. You’re right, that’s a lot-” 

“Don’t be sorry. I want to help, but I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t… want to screw it up.” 

“O-Okay.”

Awkward silence gathered quickly in the room.

“Can we try something else?” he asked quietly, reaching out for you again.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

His hand trailed out from behind your legs, moving to your hip to give it a gentle nudge– not to push you away, just to tilt them in a way that he had more access to your ass. He grabbed the waistband of your shorts, stopping to ask, “Can I take these off?”

You swallowed thickly, still feeling confused, but you nodded anyway. Toji helped you out of them, tossing the pair aside and situating you again. You were nearly lying on your stomach, but with your hips still propped on your side. You grabbed your pillow, pressing your face into it to hide your embarrassment– you’d never been this bare in front of anyone, let alone Toji.

And he was still right behind you, holding himself up on his side while running his other hand up and down your bare thigh. His touch disappeared for a moment before coming back with two wet fingers swiping up and down your slit. You tensed, gasping quietly as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, groaning under his breath, “fuck me.”

“T-Toji.”

“Can I?” He traced his fingers over your entrance. “Right here?”

“Please,” you begged, “please, please, please-” He started with one, pressing inside before drawing back out to add the second, reaching so much deeper than your fingers ever would. With a whine, you brought one of your hands between your legs to play with your clit, circling it slowly to match the pace of his fingers. “Yes, fuck…” 

You felt his heavy breaths against your shoulder; he was getting himself worked up, too, despite receiving not a single touch in return. He wasn’t even grinding against you, but just the sounds he was making clued you in that he was feeling good, too. 

It was cute how easily you affected him, but this didn’t occur to you in the moment.

You arched your back just enough to prop your ass up more, taking his fingers in an angle that was just a bit deeper. The movement must’ve flared a little insecurity in him because he stopped to ask, “Is this okay?” 

You barely managed a nod and slurred into the pillow, “M-Mhm. S’good, Toji.”

He hummed, pleased with your response, and lowered his face to your neck again.

After so long in your position, your hand began to cramp, but with you being so desperate for an orgasm, you needed something more.

“Can you talk to me?”

“Um, about what?”

“I-I don’t know.” You swallowed thickly, suddenly very self-aware of your predicament and really nervous about it. “Anything. Your voice. It sounds nice.”

You heard him groan behind you, felt his exhale brush over your shoulder, creating goosebumps in its path. And then, against your skin, he mumbled something that you couldn’t hear. 

“What?” Your fingers on your clit slowed.

He anxiously laughed, and then a little louder, repeated, “Can’t talk– I mean, I shouldn’t…”

Your brows furrowed, confusion sinking in. “What do you-”

“I just… I don’t know what I would say– sorry-”

You smiled into the pillow. “It’s okay. Can you kiss me instead?” And then to specify, “My neck. It’s sensitive. Feels nice.”

Toji followed through with your request, pressing his lips to the side of your throat, gently sucking and nipping his way to just below your ear. Your limbs softened, insides going gooey.

The second you really started sinking into the moment, your pussy tightening around his fingers, pressing your ass back into his hand for more, you felt his shuddering breath on your neck and then his teeth sinking in just a bit deeper than before. You tensed, whimpering out a soft sound, clenching your thighs together when it stirred up butterflies. 

Having obviously felt it, Toji snickered quietly and jokingly muttered over the bite, “Freak.” 

You couldn’t help it– his voice, his breath hitting the wet indents his teeth left behind– you moaned, clenching around his fingers once again. As if realizing just the effect his voice had on you, the playfulness in him receded with a whispering, “Oh.”

“Oh?” you shakily questioned.

“You just…” He pulled his fingers out just enough to thrust them back in, which was a different feeling entirely than the gentle internal petting he had been doing. 

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, taking it between your teeth when he did it again, and then again. The sound of your arousal wasn’t very subtle– Toji practically stopped breathing when he pressed them inside again, listening to the slick noise. 

He groaned and moved his hand quicker, just to hear how wet you were. 

You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing, other than mapping you out and learning from the moment, but his innocent exploration of your body was getting you off. 

Quickly. Very quickly.

You arched into it, pressing your ass up to take his fingers, while you angled your face into the pillow. Maybe it was to hide or to stifle any sounds that would knock him out of the moment. 

Or maybe it was to save yourself from spontaneously combusting– because, holy shit, your best friend was fingering the fuck out of you and it felt otherworldly, but also, holy shit, this was Toji, your best friend.

“So fucking wet,” he breathed, “Feels so good, baby. You feel amazing.”

Your eyes widened, and you froze, because, again, this was your best friend. Your best friend, who now knows what your wet pussy feels like. Your best friend who thinks you feel amazing inside.

“T-Toji,” you stammered, using both hands to grab at the bedding.

He seemed to realize the situation for himself, too, and immediately pulled his hand away from you, apologies instantly falling from his lips. 

“S-Sorry, I didn’t-” During his rambling, you flipped onto your back to face him. The abrupt movement and close, face-to-face proximity had him reeling back, but before he got too far, you fisted the front of his shirt to drag him back. He winced away from you, as if you might hit him. “That was too far, I know-”

“Toji-”

“M’sorry. I won’t say those things again-”

To make him shut up, you kissed him. Hard. 

He gasped and hesitantly kissed you back for all of two seconds before you pulled away just enough to speak. Your tongue traced over your bottom lip, swiping up your combined saliva. He followed the action with his eyes, nearly panting.

“You didn’t have to stop.”

His lips parted to take in a breath, his brows furrowed in confusion, and he looked at you as though you were speaking a different language. “What?”

Rather than saying anything else, you gently guided his hand back down between your legs. You even pressed his two middle fingers to your entrance, just barely pushing the tips of them inside. Still, he didn’t move– even if your gesture was an obvious invitation.

“Toji,” you began, bucking up into his hand. “I want you to keep going.”

You couldn’t blame him for his hesitation– he was just as new at this as you were; he was just as scared to fuck up, too. But in this moment, the only thing that could ruin anything was if he pulled away and didn’t finish what he started. 

You leaned in, tracing your lips over his own, hoping he’d just kiss you. 

“Please, Toji.” 

The redness on his cheeks flared, but rather than succumbing to his nervousness, he endured it. Without the kiss, he pressed his fingers inside, watching your face with widened pupils as if searching for anything that would tell him to stop. But he could search for as long as he wanted; he’d never find anything on your face that said you didn’t want this.

“Yes,” you cooed, dragging your fingers through his hair. “Just like before– it was good. You were doing so well.”

It took only a few pumps of his fingers inside of you before the heat of the moment caught back up to both of you. With you practically panting against his mouth, he groaned and finally– finally– kissed you again. 

The angle of his fingers, with you now on your back, was so much better than before; the curl of them now inching so close to something new, something you’d never felt on yourself. And all it took was you spreading your legs just a bit more for him to find it.

All at once, you tensed up, gripping his hair tighter, moaning loudly into his mouth. 

“Again,” you keened, “do that again.”

He listened without hesitation, pressing right into that spot– pressing right into it every single time. 

You broke away from his mouth with a sharp gasp and propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his hand between your legs. The way his forearm flexed, the way his palm was glistening with your arousal, the way he was watching it happen with you– 

“Fuck, Toji. T-That feels so f-fucking good.”

“Does it, baby?”

And the way he said that– it wasn’t insecure, it wasn’t hesitant or apprehensive. It was sarcastic, borderline condescending, but in the best way possible. It was confident, smug, like he knew he was making you feel good, and fuck, he really was.

You dragged your hand down between your legs, rubbing your fingers over your clit, and that combination was so mind-numbingly good. 

The realization that you were going to come– that Toji was about to make you come on his fingers– was jarring, but at the same time, it’s like this was what you had been waiting for for so long.

“So tight,” he murmured, more so to himself than you, but you heard it. And then he asked, “Are you close?”

“M-Mhm. Please, please-”

“Please?” You felt his grin against your neck. “I should be saying that to you; show me, please.”

You were practically writhing, right there at the edge, and despite that, you brokenly giggled, “You wanna see me come?”

“God, yes.” You felt his hips shift toward you, wishing desperately to grind against your thigh, but unable to reach you. “Fuck, please show me. Please.”

Your head tilted back lazily, letting you take in more air for those gasps and cries and whines that you couldn’t help. 

When your breathing turned into short, quick pants, and your thighs started to twitch, hips bucking for more, eyes daring to roll back in your skull, finally, your orgasm washed over you, brutally good and unrelenting. You clamped down around his fingers, thighs closing shut on his hand and your own as you rode out the blissful feeling.

Somewhere in that moment, you pulled Toji in, eagerly slotting your mouth right over his, and he responded just the same, kissing you hard until the orgasm faded, leaving behind only the residual beads of dopamine and oxytocin that flooded your brain. Your legs parted, and you drew your hand back, using it to hold onto his shoulders to keep him anchored at your side. 

His lips slowed, but the heat never wavered; the tension was still there. When you broke for air, he moved the tentative kisses down your jaw to your neck, gently fingering you in slow strokes to coax you back down from the high.

You panted, squinting and blinking in the dim room, thinking nothing but holy shit, you just did that. And then you felt his hips shift beside you, a subtle and probably subconscious grind of his cock against the inside of his pants to ease the tightness. 

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, all while staring at the bulge in his pants.

“Mm,” he hummed over your pulse, soaking up his own dose of endorphins– the oxytocin he was definitely drowning in from just being this close to you. You wondered if he somehow felt high just like you, even without the orgasm. 

And speaking of his lack of orgasm.

You pulled him over you, which was surprisingly easy given how pliant he was. Thankfully, his bones were entirely made of jelly, so he still kept himself from crushing you. He pulled his fingers from between your legs, pressing that hand into the bed to hold himself up. While guiding his mouth back to your own, you trailed a hand down his torso to tug at his waistband.

Instantly, he tensed and grabbed your wrist, pulling it away. He parted from your lips to ask, “What are you doing?”

“You’re hard.”

You weren’t sure if he assumed you just hadn’t noticed, like he hadn’t been rutting it against you the whole time, but he flushed at your words. 

“Sorry.”

You grinned. “Don’t be sorry. Just… can I return the favor?”

His eyes widened. “Oh. You don’t have to-”

“Toji,” you huffed, a borderline scold, “I want to. If you’ll let me.”

After everything that just transpired, he still hesitated in his answer. “Okay. Yeah. If you want, just…”

While waiting for him to finish, you brought your hand back down to his waistband, but before slipping inside, you prompted, “Just, what?”

“Uh… just don’t expect me to last that long.” You held a straight face for as long as you could before you broke out into a series of giggles, earning his groan. “It’s not funny.”

“Hm.” You kissed him once, leaning back just enough to mumble, “It’s a little funny,” before kissing him again. 

You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his pants, slowly pushing them down, along with his boxers, until his cock sprang free. It dipped low with its weight, tapping your stomach. You pulled back from his mouth to look between your bodies at him, which he let you do for all of five seconds before he pressed you down, blocking your view of his cock.

“Don’t stare.”

“I just wanted to see really quickly.” Your lips twisted, holding back a grin. You reached down to wrap your hand around him. “You’re pretty big.”

His pupils dilated more as he sputtered for a response to that, but you didn’t give him the chance to form words before you stroked the entire length of him. And when he finally found something to say, it was a groaning, “God– yes,” as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck.

You bit back a smile. “Is this good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good enough to make you come?”

He chuckled, then rasped, “Fuck, you could probably make me come by just breathing on it.”

You snorted. “That easy, huh?”

“You have no idea, baby.”

You knew you had to be doing something right because the precum dripping from his tip coated your hand; it was plenty to keep the friction to a minimum. 

He pressed a hand to your waist, just to slide over your skin, squeezing at the soft curve of your hip. It slipped underneath your shirt, trailing up the side of your ribs, stopping right at the swell of your breast before retreating. You only let him do it once more before slowing your hand on his cock and asking, “Do you want to see them?” 

“Hm?” He raised up from your neck. You pulled your shirt up to your chin, letting him get a look at your bare chest. “O-Oh.” His cock twitched in your hand, so you started stroking him again, just to hear another, softer, “o-oh…”

It was cute.

“You can–uh… touch them. If you want. Just be easy; they’re sore. You know, ‘cause of PMS and stuff–” The man gave you no time to process it; quicker than you could fathom a human being ever moving, he had moved down your body and taken one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out in surprise. “O-Okay, yeah. That’s… good.”

You couldn’t reach his cock anymore, but apparently, you didn’t need to. With one hand between his own legs, he started jerking himself off while mouthing at your tits. 

Unsure of what to do with your hands, you propped yourself up on one elbow and carded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling on the strands to bring him closer. His eyes closed, and he exhaled a shaky moan, clearly getting off on the hair-playing. “Fuck,” he cursed when he pulled back, only to switch to the other. 

When he accidentally sucked just a bit too hard, you jerked beneath him, giving his hair a harsh pull, and scolding, “Easy.”

And Toji faltered, looking up at you, eyes laden with so much lust. He listened, slackening his tongue to soft, wet caresses, but still watching your face to make sure what he was doing was okay. 

To spare him the worry, you smiled, nodding and brushing your fingers through the hair that hung over his forehead. “Good, Toji. Much better.”

His eyes widened just a bit, cheeks flushing red, his movements slowing for only a moment before he abruptly pulled back. He looked down at himself, stroking his cock faster, breathing harder. The hand he was holding himself up with fisted the bedding so hard, you almost wondered if he could rip it that way. 

And then you felt it, hot ropes of cum hitting your bare stomach, pooling over your abdomen. He groaned, a guttural sound, something so sexy and primal that it had arousal flaring between your legs again. As his hand started to stop, you noticed the tension in his shoulders, which were barely moving as he breathed.

Before he could start to overthink– because you knew that was bound to happen with him– you placed both your hands on the sides of his face and forced him to look at you. 

There was the usual flush to his cheeks, and his eyes were still blown wide, but there was a new lax look to his features that you really liked. You thumbed at his swollen lip, feeling yourself smile as you asked, “You okay?”

His breathing stopped when his eyes flicked to your mouth. And then, he snapped out of it, clearing his throat. “Yeah. M’good.”

“You sure?”

He nodded and pressed forward, claiming your mouth once more. During the series of kisses, when both of you were still coming down, trying to get comfortable, you felt his hand slide through the cooling cum on your stomach, making him reel back.

“Shit. Sorry.” He was already pulling himself off the bed, tugging up his pants. “I’ll go get something-”

“Don’t bother,” you quipped, pulling your shirt off over your head. You messily wiped off your stomach before tossing it away. “Now, get back here. We’re supposed to be napping.”

He gaped at you, mouth wide open. Toji was quick to point out the obvious. “You’re naked.”

“Yes. But is it anything you haven’t already seen and/or jizzed on? No. So, get into bed.”

His nose crinkled. “Don’t say jizz.”

“Toji.”

He relented then. “Fine.”

author's note: First, I want to thank everyone who sent me messages and asks during my break-- you all are so sweet. There were quite a few, so I won't respond to each one, but just know I truly appreciated them <3!

Second, there was supposed to be a part two to this, but I don't know that I'll get around to writing it, nor do I think that anyone would want to read it anyway. It's canon compliant, so... we know how that ends. But if I cut it off right here, no one has to be sad, and it's a happy ending :)

And third, updating of any kind will be kinda slow for me right now as I work on other projects, so I really appreciate your patience. It means the world to me <3!! If you're interested in the other things I'm working on, they're on my ao3-- they are not x reader fics, but they are JJK, so please keep that in mind :)

Okay, thank you for reading!! <3!!

[figstew]

How could Qifrey not smile? When you and the girls look so thrilled shopping, stall by stall, at least one thing is bought, that's the reason for his current state, right now, trying to keep up with all of you while he carries your bags per his insistence, he says, "it's for you and the girls to be able to move around more freely, dear."

You just smile and give him a small peck on his cheek as your way to thank him, and go back to your business with Tetia, trying to decide which accessory is the prettiest for her.

Next thing you know, Qifrey is fumbling with the bags, trying to compose himself as Agott just helps him with a small box he dropped, picking it up, she notices it's one of the things Qifrey bought when he strayed from the group for a second, with a slight judging look towards his master, she just places it in his hand as her master thanks her with a smile.

[frostedpinkdoll]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖ Roomate!toji loves watching you play with your pussy

tags \\ warnings. roommate!toji fushiguro x fem!reader, masturbation, smut, p with plot-ish, dirty talk, oral sex , pussy talk, fīngering, teasing, voyeurism, praise, reader gets called ‘princess’.

The living room of your shared apartment was dimly lit by the glow of the TV flickering some mindless action movie neither of you were really watching. You and Toji Fushiguro lounged on the worn leather couch, legs stretched out, a half-empty pizza box between you from dinner earlier.

As roommates for the past six months, you'd fallen into this easy rhythm—casual banter that always carried a spark of teasing, like the way you'd poke at his messy black hair or he'd smirk at your lazy lounge clothes. Nothing sexual had crossed the line yet, but the air between you hummed with unspoken possibility, especially on nights like this when the conversation flowed too freely.

"So, what's the deal with that guy from your work?" Toji asked, his deep voice rumbling as he took a swig from his beer bottle, green eyes flicking to you with that signature lazy grin.

He was slouched back, one arm draped over the couch, his tank top clinging to the hard lines of his muscled chest. "You still dodging his invites, or you finally gonna let some pencil-pusher take you out?"

You rolled your eyes, nudging his thigh with your bare foot, a playful shove that lingered just a second too long. "Please, like I'd waste my time on that bore. He's got zero game—nothing like the excitement I get right here."

Your tone was light, teasing, letting your gaze drop to his broad shoulders before meeting his eyes again. It was your little habit, throwing out flirty jabs to see if he'd bite, and tonight, with the room feeling warmer than usual, you felt bold.

Toji chuckled, low and rough, shifting closer so his knee brushed yours. "Excitement, huh? From me? Careful, princess, keep talking like that and I might start thinking you're flirting." His words hung there, the nickname slipping out easy, but his stare intensified, like he was testing the waters, seeing how far you'd push.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile, your heart picking up as the vibe shifted from friendly ribbing to something charged.

"Maybe I am. What's it to you, big guy? Jealous I'd find fun elsewhere?" You leaned in a bit, your tank top riding up slightly to show a sliver of skin at your waist, knowing full well he noticed.

He set his beer down, turning fully toward you now, his presence overwhelming in the best way—tall, scarred, and radiating that raw confidence.

"Nah, not jealous. Just curious. What do you even do when I'm not around to entertain you? Binge those rom-coms you pretend not to like?" His voice dropped lower, the question innocent on the surface, but the way his eyes roamed your body said otherwise.

You felt a flush creep up your neck, but you weren't one to back down from a tease. Crossing your legs slowly, you let your shorts hike up your thighs.

"Rom-coms are fine, but... sometimes I need something a little more hands-on." You paused for effect, watching his brow arch in interest. "You know, playing around. Touching myself. It's fun—way better than waiting for roommates to get the hint."

Toji's grin faded into something hungrier, his pupils dilating as he processed your words. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, closing the space between you.

"Playing with your pussy? Fuck, that's hot. Didn't peg you for being so bold about it." His voice was gravelly now, laced with genuine heat, and you could see the way his pants tightened slightly at the thought. "Show me. Come on, don't tease now—spread those legs and let me watch."

Your pulse raced, a thrill shooting straight to your core at his directness, but you played it cool, tilting your head with a coy smile. "Oh? You think you can handle that, Toji? Fine, but eyes on me." Heart pounding, you shifted back against the armrest, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties. In one slow motion, you slid them down your legs, kicking them aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

Your folds were already slick with arousal, the lips puffy and inviting, and you spread your thighs wide, knees bent, giving him an unobstructed view. But you didn't touch yet—just watched him, your little tease act in full swing, letting the anticipation build as his gaze locked on.

Toji's breath hitched, his body going still as he stared, mesmerized by the sight. "Shit," he muttered, inching closer on the couch until he was right there, his face hovering just inches from your exposed heat.

The warmth of his breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, making you shiver. He was transfixed, green eyes dark with lust, tracing every detail—the way your clit peeked out, swollen and begging, the glistening wetness coating your inner thighs.

"Look at this pretty little pussy... so fucking perfect, all pink and wet for me. Hey there, sweetheart," he murmured directly to it, his voice husky and intimate, like he was coaxing a secret from it. "You been hiding this from me? Bet you taste even better up close."

The words sent a jolt through you, your walls clenching on nothing, but you weren't about to let him derail so fast. With a soft laugh, you reached out, pressing a finger to his forehead to push him back gently. "Whoa, easy there. I thought you wanted to see me playing with my pussy? Not you drooling over it like a starved man."

Toji blinked, snapping out of his trance, a sheepish smirk tugging at his scarred lip as he sat back on his heels, though his eyes never left your core.

"Sorry, princess. Got distracted—can't blame a guy when it's this goddamn gorgeous." He rubbed the back of his neck, but the hunger in his stare was unapologetic, his broad frame tense with restraint.

Satisfied with your control, you trailed your hand down your stomach, fingers dipping between your spread thighs. Starting slow, you circled your clit with your middle finger, the light pressure making you gasp softly, your hips rolling up instinctively. "Like this?" you whispered, voice breathy and teasing, locking eyes with him as you spread your lips wider with your other hand, exposing everything.

Your digit slid lower, dipping into your entrance to gather your slick before returning to rub firmer circles, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Pleasure built steadily, your breaths coming faster, breasts heaving under your tank top as you put on the show, moaning just enough to drive him wild.

Toji watched, transfixed again, his hands gripping his thighs to keep from pouncing. "Fuck, yeah—just like that. Look at you, so wet already, fingers slipping right in. You're killing me here, y/n." His voice was strained, chest rising and falling heavily, the bulge in his sweatpants now impossible to ignore.

You whimpered, the exposure and his intense gaze pushing you higher, but it wasn't enough. Arching your back, you plunged two fingers inside yourself, pumping slowly, curling them to hit that spot that made your toes curl.

"Toji... please," you begged, the tease melting into genuine need, your free hand reaching for him. "Touch me. I need your hands—your fingers. Can't you see how bad I want it?"

That did it. With a growl, Toji surged forward, batting your hand away gently but firmly, his calloused fingers replacing yours in an instant. "Greedy little thing," he rasped, one thick digit sliding into your soaked heat, stretching you deliciously as he added a second, scissoring them to open you up.

He thrust deep, thumb pressing hard on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you crying out, walls fluttering around the intrusion. "This what you begged for? My fingers fucking this tight pussy while you squirm?"

"Yes—oh god, yes," you moaned, hips bucking to meet his rhythm, the couch creaking under you. He worked you relentlessly, knuckles grazing your g-spot with each plunge, your juices coating his hand and dripping onto the cushions.

When he pulled out suddenly, you whined in protest, but he brought his glistening fingers to your lips, tracing them teasingly. "Taste yourself, princess. Suck 'em clean."

Eager, you parted your lips, tongue flicking out to lap at his fingers before drawing his thumb into your mouth, sucking hard with hollowed cheeks, swirling your tongue around the salty-sweet flavor of your arousal.

Your eyes stayed on his, teasing even now as you hollowed your cheeks deeper, moaning around the digit like it was his cock. Releasing it with a pop, you leaned in, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip, nipping lightly. "See? I taste good... but I bet you want more."

Toji's control snapped at that. "Damn right I do," he growled, shoving your thighs wider as he dropped to his knees on the floor, face burying between your legs without another word.

His hot mouth latched onto your pussy, tongue plunging into your hole first, fucking in and out with broad, hungry strokes that mimicked his fingers. He groaned against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, before shifting to suck your clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch off the couch.

"Toji—fuck!" you gasped, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer as he devoured you. His tongue was relentless, lapping at your folds, dipping back inside to scoop more of your essence, nose bumping your clit with each eager thrust.

He ate you like a man possessed, slurping noisily, one hand pinning your hip while the other teased your entrance, sliding a finger in alongside his tongue. The dual sensation had you trembling, orgasm coiling tight, your teases forgotten in the flood of pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, "Cum for me, y/n—drench my face with that sweet pussy." Then he dove back in, sucking harder, tongue flicking your clit in rapid bursts until you shattered, thighs clamping around his head as waves crashed over you, squirting lightly onto his waiting mouth.

Toji didn't stop, licking you through it, drawing out every shudder until you slumped, boneless and sated, his chin shiny with your release.

Panting, he rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with promise. "Told you we'd cross that line eventually, princess."

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[master-qifrey]

Our story

Qifrey x fem reader

Summary: you go dress shopping with the girls then get married then find out your pregnant

Warnings: fluff fluffier than Tetia’s cloud

A/N: so this knocks out like 5 requests I had for continuing the mini Qifrey series so here’s part three! Here’s part one and part two. I also fell in love with him more as I wrote this

“Qifrey you have to let go.” You try to wiggle out of his hold.

“Five more minutes…” he pulls you back into bed.

“You have been saying that for the past hour! I have to get up or me and the girls going to be late for our dress fittings.”

“A minute late won’t hurt anyone,” he argues.

“If I don’t get a dress, I can’t marry you.”

He immediately lets go off you and sits up. He stretches his arms above his head, “That was a good nights sleep.”

You roll your eyes before getting up and getting ready quickly so you can make sure the girls are up.

When you opened the bedroom door you are hit with a delicious smell. Making your way to the kitchen you see Olruggio made breakfast for everyone.

“Figured he kept you in bed so I went ahead and made breakfast. The girls are finishing up getting ready.”

You place a hand on his shoulder, “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I do what I can when you’re held captive.”

“Don’t say it like that!” Qifrey tells his friend. “That makes it sound like she didn’t want to be there.”

Olruggio rolls his eyes before serving the rest of breakfast. The girls come running down the stairs like little tornados.

“We are ready!” Coco jumps with excitement.

“Good to hear but you all have to eat first. It’s going to be a long day,” you explain while filling up everyone’s tea cup.

“I’ve never been to a wedding. I’m so excited!” Tetia goes on about how she can’t wait to see how everything looks.

“Tetia, if you don’t eat you cannot go.” Qifrey points to her barely touched plate.

She shovels her food down leaving everyone shocked. She stands up and slams her hands on the table, “Let’s go!”

She drags the girls who just barely finished eating out the door while giving you a look to hurry up.

“I’ll see you later love.” Qifrey presses a quick kiss to your lips before going back to eating.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Neither can I,” he smiles while watching you walk after the girls.

“I hope your wedding has alcohol.”

Qifrey shakes his head, “You’re unbelievable.”

Olruggio just shrugs before sipping on his tea.

***

“I don’t think that one is it.” Richeh comments. “It looks too uncomfortable.”

You smooth out the dress, “I agree. It’s super itchy and stiff.”

“Hmm. What about this one?” Agott points to a dress on the rack the employee brought in.

“Go ahead and grab it.”

She pulls it out and holds it up. In that moment you knew it was the one.

It’s a beautiful dress with flowers and vines on the sheer sleeves, the corset and the skirt of the dress. It’s still flowy and does not have a massive train.

You step off the little platform that helps you look at your dresses to grab the dress from Agott.

“I’ll go change. Did you all find a dress to wear?”

“Yep! We all decided on a light blue one. We all wanted to match.” Coco answers.

“That’s very cute.”

You go into the changing room to slip out of uncomfortable dress you’re in to the dress Agott grabbed. It’s easy to get on and even zip yourself up in, now that’s a true win.

You walk out and step back onto the platform. You move the dress around and fix any creases you see. But looking at yourself now, you feel incredible. It fits perfectly as if it was made for you.

“THAT’S IT!”

“YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL!”

“Master will love it.”

“It was a great pick.”

You spin around, “I think so too.”

You change out of the dress back into your witch outfit and grab the dresses the girls picked out. You had them try them on for you so you can see and they looked so adorable. All you wanted was to squeeze them in a hug. You pay with the money Qifrey gave you and head back to the atelier.

“We’re back!” Tetia declares and she slams the door open.

Qifrey peaks around the corner, “Welcome home.”

Richeh pushes her master away, “You can’t look at her dress yet.”

“But it’s in a bag?” He doesn’t try to stop her from pushing him.

“You could see it through the bag.”

“I wish I had the vision you think I do.”

“You can put it in our room if you’d like.” Coco grabs your hand and starts to guide you upstairs.

“Thank you Coco.”

You walk inside hers and Agott’s shared space and place the dress bag in Coco’s closet.

You get back downstairs where all the girls are now, “Why don’t you show Qifrey and Olruggio your dresses?”

They run back upstairs and go to get changed to have a little fashion show.

Qifrey pulls you into a hug, “I can’t wait to see you in your dress.”

“Soon, I promise. After all Beldaruit begged us to get married soon so he can see it as well.”

“Don’t remind me,” he whines.

You know he’s complaining right now but he secretly loves that he can marry you in front of the man that gave him the chance to even live.

“Attention please!” A voice calls from behind the staircase.

“They really are making this a show.” Olruggio slides onto the couch.

Qifrey sits next to him and scoots so you have enough room to sit down beside him.

“We are ready.” Qifrey calls out to them.

Tetia walks out first with a bunch of confidence and a big smile. Richeh is next she has a small smile on her face but she doesn’t make a grand entrance like Tetia. Agott walks in embarrassed because a bunch of eyes are on her but she has a hint of a smile. Coco is the last one and she comes jumping into the room while doing a spin to show off the dress.

Adorable. These are the cutest girls you have ever seen.

“You all match, it’s cute.” Olruggio points out.

“You all look great!” Qifrey claps at their little show.

“Don’t worry Master, all eyes will be on her!”

You blush and hide in Qifrey’s shoulder. He laughs as he pulls you tighter to his side.

Just a couple more days and you’ll be his wife.

***

“Qifrey you look great! Who knew my son would get married so fast,” Beldaruit wipes a tear from his face.

Qifrey would normally complain but today he’s just too happy. He doesn’t want to show or admit Beldaruit being here actually means a lot to him. Because once he shows emotion like that Beldaruit is going to try and pull it out of him every time they see each other after this.

“Oi Qifrey, are you going to keep her waiting? You know you’re supposed to get out there first so we can start this?”

Qifrey takes a deep breath and shakes the nerves out of his hands.

“I’m ready.” Olruggio smiles and leads him down to the aisle to stand behind him.

Beldaruit sits nexts to the girls while waiting for you.

“Wait.” Coco sits up and looks back at the door. “Who is supposed to walk her down the aisle?”

The boys eyes widen, they completely forgot about that. Olruggio steps forward, “I can-“

“Master can we?” Richeh asks.

Qifrey holds and arm out to stop his friend then smiles, “Go ahead girls.”

They run back to the door and open just a bit so you wouldn’t accidentally be shown.

“Girls what are you-“ you begin ask while they crowd around you.

“We are walking you down the aisle. It’s our gift to Master Qifrey after he’s given us so much.”

“Thank you,” is all you manage to get out because you know you’ll break down in tears if you try to say more.

You hear music play so Agott and Coco open the doors while Richeh and Tetia hold your hands. Agott and Coco then lace their hands with Richeh and Tetia so they are still apart of the moment.

Looking down the aisle you see Qifrey in a beautiful gray suit. He looks so dashing but you will admit it’s different not to see him in his witch outfit. You’ve gotten so use to it that seeing him in anything else is weird but you really like how he looks.

Qifrey sees some of the most important people walking towards him in this moment. You look absolutely stunning. Your dress is perfect. It screams you he thinks, if that even makes sense.

He can’t stop the tears from flowing down the left side of his face. Never in his life did he think he’d want his right eye more than ever so he could have taken this moment in even more.

The girls get to the staircase where Qifrey stands at the top of. He easily walks down and holds his hand out to you.

“Are you ready to take the next step with me?”

“Always.” You place one foot in front of the other to get up the stairs without tripping. Qifrey is right there though to catch you if you stumble.

After getting up the stairs you and Qifrey stand before the officiant Beldaruit got. Apparently he knew a guy that knew a guy so here he is.

To be honest you are just so focused on Qifrey and barely listening to the officiant. Qifrey seems to be in the same boat because he mouths, “You look breathtaking.”

“Thank you. You look handsome,” you mouth back.

“Now we will let them share their vows.” The officiant says louder.

“Want to go first?” Qifrey asks.

“Sure.”

You take a deep breath before beginning. “Qifrey, I didn’t know that the little boy that would save me from a burning building while we were trying to save others would be in front of me wanting to marry me. You were my knight is shining armor that day and have been ever since. I can count on you to always have my back no matter the situation. You’ve always been so kind and patient, I feel truly grateful that I got to be with you since we were teenagers. Our lives haven’t always been the easiest or hand the clearest path, but from today on we will face it hand in hand as husband and wife. I love you more than you can even imagine Qifrey and I can’t wait for our future.”

Qifrey’s breath hitches as he clears his throat. “My love, my world does not spin without you. I knew I wanted to marry you the day you looked me in the eye and told me that you’d love me no matter what the world would throw at us. Now that I get to marry you, it feels so unreal. A woman as smart, kind, beautiful, caring, and loving as you marrying me? That’s the true blessing this world has given me. I will protect you with everything I have and I will spend the rest of our days showing you just how much I adore you. You are the person I love the most in this world and that will never change. Thank you for doing this honor by becoming my wife.”

You feel tears pour down your face and he quickly closes the distance and wipes your tears, “I hope those are happy tears.”

“They are only happy ones with you.”

“Rings please.” The officiant states.

Olruggio walks over and hands the man the rings before going back to his spot behind Qifrey.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Qifrey says without hesitation.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You nod, “I do.”

“You may kiss the bride.”

Qifrey tilts your chin up and leans in to connect your lips in a deep kiss. You bring your hands up to the back of his neck and play with the ends of his hair. You feel him smile into the kiss once he feels your touch. You just know that you picked the right man.

“WOOHOOO!!!” The small crowd of people cheer.

You two pull back to see everyone surrounded by you clapping with smiles as bright as the sun decorating their faces.

This all is a blessing you’ll be forever thankful for.

A couple hours go by and you all have eaten and listened to the girls go on about how perfect the ceremony was.

Now it’s time for dancing.

You and Qifrey share your first dance as a soft music on the piano plays. You lay your head on his chest and smile happily.

“Are you tired?”

“No I’m just happy. So happy.”

He kisses your hairline, “I understand the feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this at peace before.”

“You deserve it. You deserve this all Qifrey.”

“I only have it because of you. I cannot ever repay a debt that great but I’ll spend my life trying to.”

You pick your head off his chest to see him smiling, “No need to repay me. You’ve given me a life I never thought I’d get.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The song ends and you look over his shoulder to see the girls bouncing in their seats.

“Can I cash that in right now?”

He furrows his brows, “Me doing something?”

“Yes.” You tilt your head to the girls who are watching you too, “Dance with each of them. They looked so mesmerized while we danced and they could probably shake out some of that extra energy they have.” Before you forget you should tell him what they said. “Oh they also said walking me down was a gift to you from them because of how much you’ve given them.”

He looks over at his apprentices with an even bigger smile gracing his face. “That would make my night even better. They are my treasures and I am thankful for each one of them for studying at my atelier. But I must ask of a favor from you.”

“And that is?”

“Please dance with Olruggio before he gets drunk. I don’t want to carry him back.”

You laugh, “Deal because I don’t want to do that either.”

You two separate making your way to each person. “Olly.”

He finishes his drink, “Yeah?”

“Dance with me. We can’t be having you get drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“At the rate you’re going at you will.”

He sighs before pushing himself up, “Fine but once dance.”

Once dance became five because then the girls each dragged him to dance with them. He doesn’t have the heart to say no so there’s Olruggio and Qifrey dancing with the girls.

You sit at a table and watch fondly. You hear someone come to sit beside you, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me Beldaruit.”

He sighs, “That boy hated life and everyone on this planet. I never thought he could be so happy. You’re giving him something that he nor I thought he’d get. So I must thank you.”

“When we were younger and I saw the others always talking about him I never understood it. I don’t get how people could have been so cruel to such a young boy. When I found everything out, I couldn’t stand it. I wanted him to know love and peace, knowing he finally found that makes me at peace.”

“I’m glad to hear that. But how about some grandkids…”

“BELDARUIT!”

“What? I only can live for so long.” He looks back at Qifrey, “I’m just happy I got to see this at least.”

“Trust me there will be no rush for kids right now, but I’ll make sure you will meet them when the time comes.”

***

It seems like the world wants to test everyone. Since the wedding everyone has been so busy with missions, projects, and studying that the wedding was the last time everyone was together.

The girls and Qifrey went out on a couple day mission while you stayed back because you haven’t felt the best.

You’re in the kitchen making tea when the door opens and closes dramatically. Olruggio walks in looking like he’s a zombie.

“Oh you’re here. Thought I’d have the place alone.”

You go to respond but feel that familiar feeling again. You rush to the bathroom and throw up. You didn’t hear Olruggio follow you and come to sit behind you.

He pulls yours hair out of the way, “Easy there. Qifrey would kill me if something happened to you.”

You finish unloading your stomach and clean yourself up with the rag Olruggio gave you.

“I see that’s why you didn’t go along with them.”

“I’ve been throwing up nonstop recently. I don’t know why.”

“Let’s go to a doctor then. Hate for it to get worse and be knocked out when they all get back.”

You and Olruggio go to Kalhn and sit patiently in a room for the nurse that did a couple of tests.

She walks back in and proceeds to tell you world shattering news.

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

You jaw drop, “I’m what?”

“Pregnant. It’s still very early on, here are some resources you’ll need.” She hands you a piece of paper but you don’t reach for it.

Instead you bury your hands in your face and cry. Olruggio takes the paper and thanks the nurse before asking her for some privacy.

Once she leaves you cry to Olruggio, “Qifrey’s going to be so mad.”

He kneels in front of you, “Why would he be mad?”

“We haven’t talked about this and with everything going on right now I don’t even know how a baby would fit into our lives.”

“Well first and foremost the decision is yours. Do you want to keep it or not?”

You pull your face from your hands and nod while holding his gaze. “Then we all will find away. You and Qifrey won’t be alone in this at all. I’ll even let you in on a little secret, it’s always been a dream of his to be a dad.”

“Thank you Olly.” You say with all the sincerity in you.

“No need to thank me. At the end of the day you two are my best friends, I’ll help you two with anything.”

A couple days goes by and you and Olruggio keep your pregnancy a secret because you want to surprise Qifrey with the girls help.

To set your plan in motion Olruggio asks Qifrey for his help getting supplied and Qifrey agrees. Which gives you the time to tell the girls about your pregnancy and your plan.

The girls munch on cookies you bake while you get their attention.

“Can I tell you all something? But it has to stay a secret.”

“Whoa. Does Master Qifrey know?” Coco questions before taking a bite of her cookie.

Shaking your head, “Only Olruggio knows and you soon you four.” You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, “I’m pregnant.”

“YOU ARE!?!” Tetia screeches.

“Tetia!” Agott scolds.

“Heh, sorry… so that means we will have a little sibling?”

You feel your eyes begin to water, “Yes you are right.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a big sister!” Coco jumps up.

“Me too!” Tetia mirrors Coco’s excitement.

“I promise to watch over them,” Agott puts a hand over her heart.

“I’ll give them all my crystals,” Richeh adds on while smiling.

“Thank you girls. But now it’s time to plan the surprise for Qifrey!”

The boys get back later and Olruggio hangs behind Qifrey so you can give him the signal. You nod your head and he makes his way into his room so you can proceed with the plan.

“Hey Qifrey, join me for a second?”

“For you? You have all my time.”

You blush before taking his hand and bringing him to a wrapped present that sits on the table.

The girls come in and so does Olruggio. The girls wear a shirt that says “older sister” and Olruggio wears one that says “#1 uncle”. It’s cliche and corny but you think it’s really cute.

Qifrey reads their shirts but gets confused so you guide him to the gift. “Open it.”

He pulls back the paper and sees a little outfit in there. It’s a baby’s outfit that says “I love my dad”.

He holds in the air to read it and then drops it on the counter to focus on you.

“You’re… you’re pregnant?”

You start to tear but while you nod.

He wasted no time in picking you up and holding you tightly. He had an arm on the back of your head and lower back to make sure you can’t leave his hold. You feel some wet drops hit your shoulder so you know he is crying.

“Thank you. This is the best gift ever. I can’t believe it. I’m going to be a dad. You’re the best thing ever. Thank you for carrying my child. Gods I love you so much.”

“I love you too Qifrey.”

He whispers this next part, “Don’t worry, we will figure everything out. I promise.”

You have no doubt everything will work out. After all you do have the best husband and makeshift family you could ask for.

[mystarstruckself]

Nothing, Right? ☆ Pt 2

Jealous!Qifrey x reader

Summary: You've been trying to make your feelings known for long enough. Stolen glances, lingering touches, loaded conversations, how much clearer could you possibly be? So if Qifrey needs a little push to finally say what you both already know, then fine. You'll give him one. It just doesn't quite go according to plan...

Tags: Pining, Mutual pining, Slow burn, Jealousy, Reader uses an unknowing as a pawn😬, It backfires a little..., Uncomfortable situation, Qifrey to the rescue, Unresolved tension, readers trying so hard icl, Part two

Warnings: Mildly uncomfortable situation with the unknowing, nothing serious, just a man who doesn't know when to stop. Also reader deserves a medal for patience.

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Truthfully, you felt a bit bad for roping this unknowing into your schemes. Though, judging by his roaming eyes and over-excited hands, you had the sense that he didn’t mind all that much.

You threw another quick glance at where Qifrey had been standing, glumly staring at you, only to be met by the back of his head. 

You couldn’t help but pout, slightly put off by his sudden lack of attention. What could’ve been important enough to distract him from the sight of someone else charming you? Someone else making you snort with laughter? Someone else touching you?

You brought your hand up to rest against the man’s chest. 

How would Qifrey respond then? How would he respond to you not only allowing another man’s advances, but reciprocating it?

 The two of you were technically nothing. But that hardly meant that you couldn’t try, and boy, had you been trying. Really though, how many signs did you need to give to make your intentions any clearer? 

It would’ve been a different story if he didn’t reciprocate, but the stolen looks and flirty banter had to be indicative of something.

“Why the pout?” 

You blinked, suddenly reminded of the man standing in front of you. Gently, he pulled at the flesh of your bottom lip which was still pinched into a frown.

You sighed, boredly allowing it. 

Why wouldn’t you? If a certain someone had a problem with it, then he could come and deal with it himself. As a matter of fact, he really had no right to object to your current actions. If he wanted you exclusively then he would have to take a step up– not that you would ever sincerely entertain another.

You casted another, embarrassingly longing, glance towards Qifrey only to find a lone stone pillar. 

Had he left you?

Your brows furrowed as you let your gaze roam the range of the courtyard, searching for that familiar head of white hair.

He wouldn't leave you, would he?

You bit your lip.

Had you gone too far? Your only hope was trying to push him to finally confess whatever it was he felt about you, not to upset him– never to upset him.

You closed your eyes, cursing at yourself.

Of course it was too much. How would you have reacted if you had seen him with a loose grin on his face as some random person threw themselves all over him?

Your skin prickled uncomfortably at the thought.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Your eyes move back to settle on the man towering over you.

Had he always been so tall?

The man leaned in, eyes trained steadily on you. “Looking for someone?”

 You couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden motion. His hand placed firmly on your hip suddenly felt less like a harmless touch and more like a caging grip.

Your eyes jumped from him to the pillar where Qifrey was.

You didn’t like going to town alone. Aside from the fact that going alone was rather boring, you’d also found yourself on the receiving end of far more attention than what you were used to. You supposed that was the price of being a well-known inventor. Still, you were starting to realize that it was a lot easier to be quickly overwhelmed without the knowledge that Qifrey was nearby if anything were to go wrong. 

Like now.

Had you truly pushed him too far? You were only teasing.

The man’s grip on your waist tightened, just barely but you could tell.

“Hey, maybe you could give me some private lessons?”

You looked back at the man, through narrowed eyes. “Private lessons?”

He smiled.

You recoiled.

How had you found that smile so harmless just mere minutes ago?

“Yeah you know, show me how your little trinkets work.” He gestured his head to your stall behind you.

You grimaced at the thought of being stuck in a confined space with him. 

“I’m actually waiting for someone.” You bit back, less eloquently than you wished.

Truthfully, you felt a bit bad. At first, the man had only been trying to convey his gratitude for your creations. He was just another unknowing fascinated by magic. Now you had gone and made a whole mess of the situation. More importantly, you had apparently finally driven Qifrey to his limit.

Or maybe he never truly cared for whatever it was the two of you shared.

You felt your heart pull uncomfortably at the unwanted thought.

“Come on. Perhaps you can give me a private lesson on two-person magic.” His voice lowered to a suggestive drawl.

Before your face could even twitch in discomfort you felt his arms jerk away from their spot on your waist.

“Perhaps not.” 

You stumbled back before a firm, comforting hand settled around your waist. You yelped in surprise, hand flying up to a broad, familiar chest in attempts to steady yourself.

You looked up to meet Qifrey staring back at you.

Oh, so he hadn’t left.

He smiled softly, as if this moment were no different than a run in at the Atelier, but you knew better. His smile seemed clipped, the corners of his mouth tapering out into a fine, curt line. 

Your eyes moved up to glance at the small divot in between his brows.

Was he concerned for you?

You couldn’t help the flutter blooming deep in your chest before you schooled your expression. 

Afterall, you were still upset at him for his lack of forwardness– however unfair that might be. Not to mention there was still a matter of–

“What the hell?” The man from before spat out, regaining his footing from when Qifrey must have shoved him.

You blinked as if only just remembering the glaring source of your discomfort from moments ago.

You felt Qifrey tense slightly, arm twitching to hold you a bit tighter. 

“I sense your presence is no longer wanted here.” Qifrey chimed, lightly, albeit bluntly.

He looked down to you, tucked into his side, “Right?”

You startled at the sudden attention of both men trained on you before nodding.

“Right,” you affirmed.

The man bristled before spinning on his heel, grumbling something about ‘just talking’ under his breath.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“I could’ve dealt with him.” you muttered, your voice a lot more feeble than you had intended.

It was true, you could’ve easily dealt with the man, but would you have? Or would you have just let the uncomfortable interaction run its course, scared of offending him or brushing it off as him just being nice?

You couldn’t help but shiver nervously at the thought.

Qifrey sighed, wearily before detaching himself from your side, though not pulling his hand away from where it was planted against your hip.

You couldn’t help a flare of annoyance spike through you at his sigh. Though, upon reflection, wasn’t this precisely what you had wanted? You were getting a reaction. Maybe all he needed was a push. And anyway, you would rather pivot to anger than dwell any longer on the remnant anxiousness you still felt.

“I’m sorry, have I inconvenienced you?” You questioned, pointedly.

Qifrey leveled you with an unimpressed look before shaking his head. 

“Are you alright?” He asked softly scanning you head-to-toe as if searching for something amiss.

You groaned, pushing him away. 

“Are you seriously unbothered?” You couldn’t help the sharp bite of accusation worm its way into your question.

He stared blankly at you, mouth parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

How could he be so clueless?

You rolled your eyes turning to go somewhere– anywhere– that he wasn’t before you were pulled to a stop by his grip on your wrist.

“Are you cross with me?” He remarked, incredulously. 

You scoffed, hand twisting in attempts to shake his grip, “What gave it away?” 

His eyes narrowed, grip unwavering. “Is it because I sent him away? Because if it is I'm sorry I thought you looked uncomfortable–”

You paused, staring at him as he rambled before an angry, unbelieving laugh bubbled hot in your chest.

Was that really what he thought? 

“No, Qifrey. It’s because of you!” You were grateful that the courtyard had mostly cleared out by now because if the sight of Qifrey and the man’s near fight didn’t catch their attention, your yelling surely would have.

Qifrey winced at your shout, not because you were particularly loud, but because he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it.

Just as quickly as you had said it, you felt regret flood your systems. If you looked at Qifrey’s dejected expressions for any longer you might just give up then and there, letting all the play teasing and flirting continue forever with no end goal in sight.

You turned away from him, pulling your hand free from his lax grip.

“Come find me when you figure it out.”

Your voice held no more bite. You really couldn’t bring yourself to add any.

More than anything, you just hoped he’d take your advice.

[master-qifrey]

Love you so

Qifrey x fem reader

Summary: Qifrey wipes your memories

Warnings: spoilers for his background, angst, fluff

A/N: I was utterly traumatized by @caramelmariechiato this morning, so this was born… I am sorry in advance (I absolutely hate traumatizing this man)

“Qifrey, talk to me.” You beg while follow your boyfriend outside.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he says while looking at the stars.

“That’s not true! There’s something going on, there’s something you’re not telling me!”

“I tell you everything,” he promises.

“That’s a lie!” You take a sharp breath and murmur, “That’s a lie and you know it. I know you’ve found out more about the brimmed caps.”

Qifrey stands completely still and doesn’t turn around.

“I knew it.” You clench your fists, “Let me help! I know I can help!”

“STOP IT!” His booming voice pierces through the air.

“You don’t have to do this alone-“

He is suddenly appears before you with his cap off and knocks yours off so he can put his on your head. A white flap appears before your face.

“Qifrey? What are you doing!?” You panic and try to fight him.

“Please don’t fight me, this is hard enough.” A couple tears fall onto your face. You try to look around the white flap to see what is going on but you can’t see anything.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips before the world goes dark.

Qifrey cries harder and holds you tightly in his arms, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

After he is done crying, he adjusts your position so you’re laying your head on his lap. He watches you sleep peacefully and it feels like he’s been stabbed in the gut. It’s such a contrast to how you were feeling during the argument. You had so many emotions decorating your face now it is only peace. But it didn’t come from a good action from himself.

“Qifrey?” He looks down to see you waking up. You rub at your eyes to try and wake yourself up. “Where are we?”

“Outside silly. You fell asleep out here so when I came to look for you, you can imagine my shock when I saw you asleep.”

You slap a hand over your face in embarrassment, “I’m sorry. I must have gotten sleepy while watching the stars.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I could make sure nothing happened to you while you slept.”

You sit up grinning, “So protective.” You peck his lips, “That’s why I love and trust you so much.”

Qifrey’s breath hitches, he doesn’t deserve to hear those words. Not after wiping your memory for an uncountable amount of times. But he has a role to keep up.

“I’ll always be there for you, no matter what. You are what makes me the happiest in this cruel world. I will love you always.”

Your grin only grows, you throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. You hold onto him tightly, “You’re my everything Qifrey.”

He fights back his tears and swallows the growing lump in his throat, “You are my world.”

Someday he hopes that he will get to stop wiping your memory and you two can live a life you’re deserving of. Qifrey is nervous for the day he has to tell you everything but knowing you, you’ll easily forgive him.

That is why he loves you so.

[yummyrevivalfluid]

Sleepy Sex—Qifrey & Olruggio

A/n: It was only a matter of time before I let my freak show!

Warnings: Nipple-play, hand-jobs, cock-sniffing, messy blowjobs, oral-fem receiving....

Qifrey: Good Night

You see the muscles in his face twitch before he even realizes he's doing it again. His eyes flutter shut, jaw widening as his lips part, stretching wider until the sound that's been irritating you slips out.

"Haahhh," the yawn slips out loudly and tiredly from him. His arms stretch behind him as if trying to release every last bit of sleep that lingers on his body.

You don't think he's even aware that was his fifth yawn in what felt like less than a minute.

"Have you been sleeping well, Qifrey?" As much as his yawns annoyed you, the thought of him being unwell worried you more.

"I wish I could say that I have, but honestly," the light tinge of pink dusts his cheeks, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as a dopey smile creeps onto his lips, "I've been a little restless."

"Have you had any of the herbal tea Tetia prepared for you?"

"Down to the last drop," Qifrey murmurs, his head drooping onto your shoulder as he closes his eyes. He lies there, ready to accept even an ounce of the slight possibility of sleep.

There's a beat of silence before you whisper into his ear, and your words have the opposite effect of sleep. His eyes snap open, and his body jerks away from yours as he stiffens. His lips part again, but not because he's about to yawn—no, he's wide awake, heart beating out of his chest. His mouth opens and closes, at a loss for words.

"You…think that would work?" He doesn't reject your offer. Instead, he's flustered, flushed with red, as he looks at you wide-eyed.

"One way to find out."

The sun has set, and the moonlight creeps into Quifrey's bedroom.

You're sitting on his bed while he rests his head on your lap, his lips nursing at your breasts. Quiet, wet slurps as his lips suckle softly at your teat. His eyes flutter softly, quiet murmurs of moans slip from his mouth, tongue flicking your hardened nipple. It teases you, sensitive to the flicks of his tongue. A quiet whine slips from you as your body trembles slightly before you pay him back the favor.

Your hand, slick and intoxicated from his musk, slows its rhythm. You squeeze the shaft of his cock a little harder as you trail upwards. The pretty pink color of the head oozes the pearly white cum from its opening, dousing your fingers in its color.

The pace of your hand edges him. His hips buck impatiently into your hand, cock throbbing and pulsing in your magical touch. He can feel himself inching closer to release, and hopefully a good night's sleep. The tip of his cock weeps the pretty white down his length, forming slick milky white webs between your fingers, and a frothy white pooling at the base of his cock. His lips pull from your nipple with a satisfying 'pop,' and his eyes squeeze shut.

"I'm c-cumming," his voice stutters between the whiny gasp of his breath. His breath labors. Every breath matched the pulsating twitch of his cock. His hips snap upwards, back lifting off your lap as a sharp gasp echoes in the walls.

It was undeniable. He could feel the heavy drag of his eyelids with every blink, lips parted as he caught his breath. He was curled up, losing the fight to stay awake, but that was the whole point.

"Good night, Qifrey."

Olruggio: Good Morning

Olruggio had a terrible habit of sleeping in. Even when the sun crept through the window by his hammock-like bed, the warmth of the sheets pulled him back into a deep slumber. You were determined to make him an early bird—as Quifrey likes to call himself—but Olruggio was more of a black cat—curling into himself and napping in the morning sun. Maybe a little incentive would help.

For a moment, Olruggio suspects Coco's brush buddy has sneaked back into the room, but the movement is larger, a little heavier than a brush buddy's. With every movement, it emits a warmth that has him almost drifting back to sleep, were it not for the small, wet kisses traveling up his chest. Pulling the covers over himself, he's met with your coy smile and batting lashes.

"Oi, what's this?" his already gruff voice is rougher with the sleep that refuses to leave his body. His lidded, tired eyes stare at yours that twinkle with bits of mischief. "It's too damn early in the morning."

"Really?" you purr at him. Your feverish hands rest on his chest, slithering down until they catch the hem of his pants. "I just want to make sure you have a good morning…"

You tug his pants down, and Olruggio sits up, making it easier for you. He's slouched against the brick wall, eyes still heavy with sleep, watching as you do your magic.

Your fingers playfully squeeze the muscles of his thigh, massaging away the knots of tension. Your warm breath hits his stirring cock, hardening with every peckish kiss. A deep chuckle slips from his lips as he watches you burrow yourself into the patch of dark hair between his legs. His ears pick up the dark pants of your breath, bathing yourself in his musk.

Your kisses grow heavier… sloppier. Your slobber bathes his cock, drowning it in your essence. Puffy lips drag up and down the length of his girthy cock. You're too much of a tease for him, especially when it's too early in the morning for him.

With a final kiss, you pull back, and a trail of spit follows you.

"That's it?" his voice betrays him, coming off more needy than he intended.

"You're awake, aren't you?"

"What you gave me was a morning kiss," Olruggio leans forward, grabbing you by your hips. His fingers catch at the hem of your loose sleepwear, pulling the thin sleep shorts off until your pantied, clothed pussy stares right at his salivating mouth. "Waiting for my good morning."

"Every good morning starts with a hearty breakfast, wouldn't you agree?"

"I do."

Olruggio doesn't waste a second before your underwear pools around your ankles, and his thick, large fingers spread the folds of your cunt apart. A slick shine webs between them, and his mouth latches on. His tongue laps upwards between your pulsating pussy, your withering legs, shaking in his hands, ticklish from the gruff hair of his beard. A deep groan rumbles from his chest, nose nudging your swollen, needy clit. Your slick runs down his chin, and you're pulling at his dark, messy bed hair.

If a weeping pussy is the reward he gets for waking up early (on time), he wouldn't mind putting in the effort once in a while.

A/n: I had a plot...then I lost it!

Unless I saw it wrong, but Olruggio's bed is the hammock attached to the brick wall, right?!?! I mean...imagining riding him and hearing the chains rattling with every bounce on his cock...imagine if y'all break the bed. RAHHH FUCKING IN THE AIR IN A FULL NELSON!!!! I mean, what??? Who said that!!!

[ryllkitsune]

Bonded🎀 (COMPLETED)

Qifrey X reader , MDNI🤗

Word count- 1948

With past partners, you could push their buttons and always get the rough fuck you want, but Qifrey is different. Initially, he seems innocent, turns out he may be too rough, even for you.

{Name calling, a bit of oral (fem rec.), fingering}

A/N- finally posting the full story! Sorry it’s a little short, I plan on creating a full Qifrey fic with this dynamic, lightly proofread😝

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With past partners, you’d act all bratty and get exactly what you want, a rough fucking. Sure, you could explain your needs healthily, something like “I just prefer to play a little rough in bed, is that okay?” But, where’s the fun in that? It’s more authentic when it’s…well, authentic. It’s a simple equation, push all the RIGHT buttons, and get a nice rough fuck, the type that can only come from genuine frustration.

Well, that used to work at least. Ideally, you’d be crammed into a mating press and “forced” (not really) to take every thick inch of your partners cock right now, but life isn’t too kind is it? After a whole day of pressing buttons, you have nothing to show for it. Qifrey doesn’t cave as easy as all of your past partners. You even tried the “My ex would’ve shut me up by now.” Card, but that was met with a swift “Well, if he had much to boast about, he’d still be around.” sealed with a “friendly” smile. I don’t think you’re getting what you want.

Still, it’s hard to give up COMPLETELY, the day isn’t over yet, you have like an hour or two left before twelve, the night is still young! Your arms are intertwined with the white haired saint when it seems he’s…DOZING OFF!?! As if your hard work day of attempting to piss him off meant nothing!

When all hope appears lost he utters, “I know what you want, you’re not getting it, at least that way.” So he’s aware of the nature of a horny brat, just when it seemed he had the sex drive of a rock. Feeling his warm, soft hands caress your skin, you almost succumb to the warmth of the atmosphere when he brings his lips to your ear and whispers “Get up and strip.”

You think “this has to be a wet dream” (not that you mind), when the weight of reality kicks in around the time that the weight of his right hand meeting your left ass cheek does. He’s serious. Good thing you’re serious about being horny, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stripped in front of your prey- I mean partner.

Being the tease you are, you let your robe fall from your shoulders slow and gentl- you almost ripped your clothes off. The quick removal of your clothes would’ve indicated which of you were the horniest, if you didn’t feel blue eyes nearly piercing through your skin in the process. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Slicing through the silence “ here’s how this is going to go, I’ll tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”

You’re dreaming, you have to be dreaming. I would say someone should pinch you to make sure, but your ass is tingling from an impatient white haired witch. This isn’t a dream, you are finally getting what you want from Qifrey.

But why is your heart racing? You’ve had control over this situation from the beginning.

“Touch yourself.” He said with a faux friendly smile, if only that smile masked his true lustful intentions.

I don’t think you ever had control of this situation. Every push you’ve done, every attitude, every snarky remark, played directly into the sick witch’s hands. He might just know you better than anyone else.

Suddenly, a formerly milky white hand collides with your ass and turns…red. If that isn’t any clue to how bad that slap hurts, the stinging is. You wince, he remarks,

“I told you that you were going to listen, you wanted this so bad. You know the day I’ve had with you pushing me at every turn? Huh?”

He grabs your hair and makes you face him, then continues,

“Now it’s my turn, you are going to listen. No snarky remarks or hesitation, only full obedience.”

Did you just feel a shiver down your spine? I mean, this IS what you wanted, but this feels like true fear. Initially, you felt control, pushing his buttons as you’ve pushed many other guys buttons, in the end getting the rough fuck YOU wanted. Now, this feeling is new. This isn’t control, this is the feeling of being a fly weaved into the spider’s web. Not knowing exactly what happens next, but knowing it ends in you being completely consumed. The only words you could even begin to utter afterwards were,

“Yes sir.”

You’ve had enough of pushing his buttons, now that you’ve realized you don’t actually know what’s going on behind those glowing blue eyes. So what’s your next move? Obedience.

This is you were talking about, however, I don’t think you’re actually done with this game of push and pull, seeing who breaks first, no, it’s only getting started.

You crawl forward, slow, not in a seductive way, but a slow agonizing way that only makes his blue eyes grow with so much lust that they nearly pierce the skin of your lower back.

You give your index and middle finger a nice suck while looking back at your prey, not that you needed them, you’re fucking soaked.

“Get on with it.” Someone’s growing impatient.

Fine, you finally insert your fingers into yourself, after rolling your eyes of course.

You start moving, in and out….

“FUCK!”

You break the tension. I don’t think you’ve realized how long it’s been since you’ve been touched.

“Do you not know how to touch yourself properly?”

When did he get behind you?

“This is how you make yourself cum.”

He pulls your fingers out and inserts his, slightly curved. You were kind and slow with your movement. He was nothing of the sort. Qifrey is swift, but calculated. The way he’s curving into your walls so fast that you’re overwhelmed, it’s almost as if he’s trying to carve his fingers into you. Damn, it feels so good. He keeps going and going, sometimes sucking your ear, then biting your neck, completely overwhelming your senses. Just when you’re about to finish, he pulls out.

You’re confused, once you return to your senses that is.

He cuts through the silence with precision. Not saying too much, saying exactly what he needs to say, and you got the message.

“Beg.”

You blink, a couple times. There’s a deficiency in words that you could utter. In your dumbfounded state, he breaks the silence,

“ Oh, so your not horny? You got on my nerves all day, and now you’re silent…”

He grabs your hair and forces you to meet his gaze,

“You fucking brat.”

So many surprises from this “sweet” witch today.

You take a breath and consider giving up, this just hurts your pride too damn much! At least it should, but before hope is lost, you utter,

“Please.”

With the added effect of your puppy dog eyes, but you know that he doesn’t care, his reaction proves it.

He fucking giggles.

In the midst of your suffering when the tension is unbearable, HE FUCKING GIGGLES!

For a brief moment, then pulls you tighter.

“You think that’s enough?”

“No.”

He softens, almost like he’s pitying you, almost. Before you are fooled by his faux niceties, he shoves (yes SHOVES) his fingers back into you. No warning, he doesn’t even ease into it, just pumps his fingers into you so fast that you wonder how he can even say,

“You’re fucking right that isn’t enough y/n. After my shitty day, all you have to say is please? Fucking beg brat.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he flips you on your back and presses your legs deep into your chest, all to smack your ass as hard as he could.

You moan so loud that your throat will likely be sore when all of this is over, that’s if you make it out of this torture dungeon that he calls an atlier.

In the midst of moaning and crying (yes, real tears start to form), you give him what he wants.

“Fuck, please! I’m so sorry for everything I swear!”

“Everything?”

Mind you, he says this while adding an additional finger. Now before you can even respond, your eyes scrunch closed, almost as if they were forced. You moan,

“YES! EVERYTHING!”

He smirks, then responds,

“Including bringing up your ex, huh?”

He pulls your hair so hard that your eyes force open.

“You brought him up like I was supposed to be jealous when he obviously didn’t please you, you’re crying over three puny fingers, you’d pass out on my cock.”

In the midst of the struggle to take everything he’s giving to you: the endless ear biting and licking, ruthless fingering, hell he even licked your tears away at some point… it evolves. What was once torment, became bliss. All you wanted at this moment was one thing, release.

“Please Qifrey”

He lifts his brow.

“Please what princess?”

You know he isn’t as clueless as he wants you to believe, he is just playing a game at this point.

“Please, I need to cum.”

He pretends to think, then replies,

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve to.”

You pull him in closer and gaze into his eyes before you say,

“Please sir, it feels so good, I need to cum!”

He pumps faster,

“Yeah? My princess needs to cum?”

Fuck, this is agonizing at this point.

“Yes, please”

You whine.

“Please!”

While you beg he uses his thumb to rub your clit.

“Please”

He bites your ear, harder than the other times.

“Fuck, please!”

He licks your ear, a poor attempt to null the pain, not that you can really feel it anyways, you’re too busy whining,

“Please!”

He’s blushing and gazing into your eyes with adoration, seems like you’re not the only one coming undone.

He finally utters,

“Cum for me, my princess.”

You want to believe him allowing you to finally release was what really made you climax, but you know the truth.

Did he really have to add THAT word before saying princess? Does he even know what that two letter word does to you? It’s as if he’s claiming you as his… to love, to hold, to ruin. Before you could process your feelings, you are zapped with pleasure, almost like electricity flowing through every part of you, you scream so loud that the walls echo,

“I’m gonna cum!”

He doesn’t lose his rhythm at all, it seems he’s picking up the pace. It’s not enough for him to make you climax, no. He has to talk you through it.

“My princess is cumming for me? All for me, right?”

He keeps going.

“No one else gets to see this, this is all for me isn’t it?”

Initially, you thought your orgasm would end with the thick and white cream on his fingers, but his words pushed you further. Before you knew what was going on, you started spraying liquid. You may be shocked, but Qifrey on the other hand, seemed prepared, almost as if he was waiting for this. He moves with urgency to spread your legs and shoves his own head to your cunt, and… DRINK IT?

This “innocent” witch who just a few hours ago made you believe he had no experience in bed, is now drinking your squirt????

This drives you mad.

Your legs start twitching and tears started raining down while he rides our your orgasm with his mouth on your clit.

When you finally run out of juices to slurp up, he eases himself up and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat.

You return the favor, so this becomes more than making out.

This is a battle to see who can swallow who whole first, a battle that has already been decided.

You know that you’ll concede to him, this is what you wanted after all…

To be consumed.

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Boyfriend!Gojo

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Boyfriend!Gojo who will always be the first one to suggest wearing matching outfits.

For one, he can buy any you like and as many as you'd like. It being from a suit and dress to pyjama bottoms and t-shirts.

You had mentioned it once before, the matching, fluffy, cute as hell hello kitty ones, a white and blue pair of fuzzy pants and black shirts.

Guess what he had laid on the bed the next evening.

After brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed you came out to see the exact set, in your size in the color you wanted right on your side.

Before you could get excited about them-

"Does it look good on me?"

That teasing tone and a chuckle right after it.

Boyfriend!Gojo who was wearing his part of the set already, a hand sliding under the loose t-shirt to rub a large palm across his toned abdomen, a white strip trailing downnnn and disappearing into the fuzzy fabric.

Boyfriend!Gojo who wasn't wearing any boxers underneath the blue hello kitty pants. Id say a good… z tier (hard) cock print was staring right up at you. Didn't help that a small wet splotch of precum was already making itself known.

Guess who got their dick sucked dry that night.

Boyfriend!Gojo

Boyfriend!Gojo who always held the door open for you, never letting you step out of the car without being there to give you his hand.

Boyfriend!Gojo who loved it when you clung to him in public, not being ashamed of some PDA. If you held his bicep, he made sure to flex it.

Boyfriend!Gojo who knew what you needed before you even did.

A sweet little treat with your coffee? There.

Some hair in your face or mouth you hadn't even realised was there? Fixed with a sweet caress.

After coming home from a tiring day and being pulled down on the couch and getting eaten out? Without a thought.

Boyfriend!Gojo who, speaking of eating out your cunt, was so good at it that it made his dick jealous- twitching and leaking while not being able to get inside that deliciously tight warmth his own tongue was occupying.

Boyfriend!Gojo who maybe was a bit too addicted to the taste of you after a long day.

Close to "home in three days, don't wash" level of obsessed.

Boyfriend!Gojo who gathered you up in his strong arms at any given chance, either carrying you or cuddling you like some oversized teddy bear he couldn't live without.

Boyfriend!Gojo who sent you pictures every day. No matter what you were doing that day or how many people were around.

Never a warning, never a spoiler.

A big fat dick dropped into your dms.

Shameless, i say.

But he loved making you flustered.

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Extra Set of Hands Qifrey helps show you how to masturbate in front of a mirror (NSFW)

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Extra Set of Hands

Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.

A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3

CW: NSFW, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Clit Play, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Humiliation, Light Dom/Sub, Soft Dom, Masturbation, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Reader W/C: 1,533

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

You don’t want to look. 

You really don’t want to look. 

Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. You’re trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you. 

You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You aren’t looking.” 

Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. “I-I know,” you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. “Don’t wanna.” 

Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When he’s got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where you’re getting wet embarrassingly fast. 

“You don’t wanna see how good we’ll make you feel?” You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more. 

His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact. 

Just the right amount of pressure. 

You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust you’re fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread. 

He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. It’s hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. He’s good with his hands, and he knows it. 

It only takes a couple of minutes before you’re moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. It’s slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that he’d complain about offering you assistance.

“You’re getting in your head again,” he notes, pressing down slightly harder. 

“C-Can’t stop it, Qifrey.” 

“I need your help.” He doesn’t, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart. 

You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him. 

“Slide a finger inside for me.” 

All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. That’s exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isn’t a suggestion, no, it’s what he wants you to do. 

You don’t want to disappoint him, of course. 

You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second. 

Okay. 

Your middle finger slips inside and it feels…alright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. It’s just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements. 

“How’s that?” He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor. 

“It’s…” your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. “Good. It’s good…” 

He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things. 

“Are you sure?” He probes, slowing down. 

You whimper, your body crying for more. 

“No, it’s not enough.” You come out with it, half ashamed that you can’t pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that you’re even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesn’t.

“It’s okay, darling,” Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. “Sometimes you need a little extra help. That’s alright.” 

His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you. 

“Let me see your fingers.” 

You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. It’s wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply. 

“Do you want to see how I do it?” He asks, as if there’s any other response aside from yes. 

Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. He’s long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until you’re warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls. 

It’s hard to save face after that. 

Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub. 

“Is that any better?” 

“Yes, oh my god Qifrey,” your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh. 

He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror. 

“You’re being so good for me, did you know that?” He’s quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold. 

“W-Wanna be good for you,” you murmur a reply even though you aren’t really sure he was looking for one. 

“Think you can continue being good for me?” His pace picks up slightly. “Can you take another finger?” 

It already feels like he’s filling you completely, but you want to make him proud. 

“Mhm, yes,” your legs tremble while moans escape your lips. 

Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. “There you go,” He says under his breath.

He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. He’s only focused on you and your pleasure. 

“Sometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You don’t know what to expect when-“ he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. “-right there, right?” He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for. 

You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it. 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit. 

When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up. 

“Q-Qifrey, I’m gonna, you’re gonna make me,” 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. “Good, you’re so good,” he’s cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace. 

It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more. 

Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. They’re both nearly dripping. 

“I’d say we did a good job, hm?” He murmurs with a grin.

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