Synopsis: Even after being married for years, Gojo works to make sure you know that he still loves you. After all, just because he’s already won you, doesn’t mean he should stop romancing you.
Tags/Warnings: Gojo/GN!Reader, established relationship, kissing
Word Count: 1,162
A blind date for my dear @satorusrealm for this event
Gojo Satoru had always been a bit of a romantic, and that applied tenfold when it came to you. There was nothing he wouldn’t do when it came to making you smile, to making sure you knew just how much he valued you. From the very first date he’d taken you on, he’d been nothing short of a gentleman, if a chaotic one prone to making inappropriate jokes. The jokes were a part of his charm. There was no yen amount that was too much, no gesture too large or too small, there may in fact just be nothing he wasn’t willing to do for you.
Your wedding was beautiful, everything that you’d ever dreamed of. Gojo had done abolutely everything in his power, and even some things beyond it, to ensure it was absolutely perfect. The photograph of the two of you that hung in the entryway to your home was one of your favourites from the day, just a candid of the two of you laughing together on the dancefloor, a perfect snippet of the warm love between you.
Years later, he’d never stopped making you smile like that.
He was as ridiculous as ever, even at his big age. Nothing seemed to dim his light. After long days, or hard ones, there was nobody better to go home to. He never failed to make you smile, to force a laugh out of you even on the hardest days, even if it took the entire day to make it happen, and he’d hold you through every moment of it.
The other thing he’d never stopped doing, was dating you. No matter what changed between the two of you, or how you aged and grew together, he was insistent that he would never stop making sure he was dating you. He’d seen the advice once in a magazine and truly taken it to heart. It made sense to him - of course just because you got married didn’t mean he’d stop taking you to dinner or for walks through the park on sunny days, or whatever else he could come up with.
It was just a normal Tuesday. There was nothing special about it. You were at work when you got the text.
Husband: Date tonight?
You: Where are we going?
Husband: Surprise ;3
Husband: Be ready for 7
Husband: Dress casual
And that was all you got. There was no sense in attempting to pester him for more information because you’d learned over the years that it was a pointless venture, he would refuse outright to tell you, because he liked surprising you. So you finished your work day, all with a small fond smile on your face with the knowledge that tonight would be just the two of you together, like you were 21 all over again.
You finished work at 5, and by 5:30 a bouquet of flowers had arrived at your door, because of course they had. A combination of your favourites, with a sappy note included. Bless the florist that had to write it for him. When Gojo arrived to pick you up at 7, they were safely prepped and slipped into a vase.
“Hey sweets.” He greeted when he slipped inside, hands reaching for you before anything else, even as he tracked mud inside.
“Shoes, Satoru.” You scolded, even if you couldn’t deny him, your own arms reaching to wrap around him too.
“Kiss first.” He insisted with that little smirk that still made your stomach flip after all these years. You indulged him, because you always did, even if that had made him utterly spoiled. He spent a long while there just kissing you, like the two of you had all the time in the world.
“I thought we were going out.” You managed to murmur between kisses, unable to stop the soft laughter that poured from your lips when Gojo set about pressing quick kisses all over your face instead.
“We are. In a second.” He replied dismissively, large hands wrapped around your hips pulling you in closer as lips trailed further downwards.
“You’re going to get distracted.” You accused as he started to nip the skin of your throat, not enough to leave any marks but enough to be felt.
“Not.” Gojo insisted, but reluctantly he did pull back. For just a moment, his eyes simply roamed his face, like he was absorbing every detail, something he’d done a hundred times before.
“Go get dressed.”
“I’m going.” He sighed as he pulled away from you, kicking off his shoes to leave them haphazardly in the middle of the floor, though you didn’t bother scolding him. Just moved them aside silently, setting them against the wall where they couldn’t be tripped over.
The date was nothing particularly ‘special’, just a small picnic taken to a local park. But it didn’t need to be special, did it? You’d been on just about every grand date either of you could come up with over the years. The mundane could be just as sweet too, because it was time spent together. Your pinkies hooked together where your hands rested against the blanket, eyes on the stars in the sky above, the quiet of the wind and critters of the park a soothing alternative to the usual noise of life.
“Did you know,” Gojo started after a long silent, a mochi half way to his lips, “that today is the anniversary of the day I saw you for the first time.”
“It’s what?” You asked with a soft, disbelieving laugh. You turned to look at the man beside you, eyes slightly wide.
“Yep. I didn’t even speak to you that day, I was too lovestruck. But it’s the anniversary of that day. The day I knew I needed you to be mine.” He told you shamelessly, his grin bright and boyish.
“You’re insane.” You accused, even as you laughed. Of course that was something he just knew, something he’d been silently keeping track of all these years.
“Insane about you, maybe.”
The kiss that followed was sweet, soft, like they’d all been back at the very beginning. No hurried exploration with hands or tongue, no tilted heads to push things just that little bit deeper, that little bit further. Just a tender press of lips that said a thousand things you couldn’t find the words for. When you parted, a mochi was pressed to your lips with that soft little giggle you loved hearing from him. You couldn’t deny him, only to be surprised again when your lips met his at the centre of the treat, half each enjoyed with the most ridiculous of kisses.
Synopsis: Crocodile spares no expense when it comes to you, even if the relationship between you is supposed to be a facade. That includes indulging in your favourite type of entertainment - the theatre
Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, romantic tension
Word Count: 1,357
A blind date for my dear @abarosoap for this event
The relationship that the two of you had was strictly business. It served a purpose, for Crocodile to have someone on his arm, as a warlord garnering favour amongst the people of Alabasta. You certainly were able to reap the rewards of that position, to be draped in finery and doted on by the people and the employees of Baroque Works alike. Because, naturally, he couldn’t just have some fool on his arm - Crocodile needed someone just as dangerous as himself or at the very least as dangerous as Miss All Sunday, able to look after yourself and be capable in his absence. He couldn’t stand fools, or people who couldn’t stand on their own two feet. You were perfect. A strong fighter, unassuming when at his side, with your appearance being more androgynous but there was no doubt that beneath that was the same strength as any marine worth their salt.
That didn’t stop the way he treated you from giving you butterflies, though. It wasn’t real, none of it was, even the way he gifted you things screamed ‘just business’ and yet you couldn’t help the way it made your heart race, and made your hands clammy. You cursed yourself for it, because you knew your place, knew what your role was beside him, but the heart wants what it wants. Your heart wanted him.
It was a night like any other, Crocodile was taking you out somewhere to support the local economy and be seen, the two of you together as a strong, capable couple. Someone to look to. Reliable, trustworthy, present in the community. It was also a nice excuse for the two of you to get an evening off from everything. No business, no death, no worrying about marines and local politics. Just the peace of existing together, knowing precisely where you stood, and who the other was. Not many people knew the great Sir Crocodile, but you were able to claim that you likely knew him best of anyone currently in his life. You may not know his past, but what did you need to? You knew who he was in the present.
And in that very present? He was standing outside your door, knuckles rapping at the wood, waiting for you to join him. You never kept Crocodile waiting.
When you opened the door, you found him dressed in a different suit than usual, well tailored and professional as they always were.
“Do I finally get to know where we’re going?” You asked him, quickly closing and locking your door before you hooked your arm around his, letting him lead the way.
“Impatient boy,” he lightly chided, but the smirk tugging at his lips behind his usual cigar told you that he was planning on telling you, “we’re going to the theatre.” And if it weren’t for the fact that your arm was linked with his, you might have entirely stopped in place.
“The theatre?” You repeated, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.
“Careful, or I might think you’re excited.” He lightly teased, and all you could do was scoff. This was why you made such a convincing couple, the two of you were able to tease each other, to laugh just a little (though mostly when nobody was watching), to lean on each other as if you truly were a couple. Or, at the very least, old friends.
“It’s almost like you’ve planned something just for me, knowing I’d like it, and then kept it a secret until the last moment just to make me excited.” You accused him with a raised brow.
“Oh? No, that doesn’t sound like me.” He lightly replied, though the way those golden eyes peered down at you, just out of the corner of his eye, told a very different story.
“No, of course not.” You replied, rolling your eyes with a soft laugh. Silence lapsed over the two of you then, peacefully walking down the street as the sun set over the horizon, casting the streets in a soft golden hue. The walk to the theatre wasn’t long, but plenty of locals from the area saw you together, quietly walking, simply being in each other’s company. That was the main mission for the evening complete - add to your reputation together. Now, you could focus on actually enjoying yourselves.
The moment you were sat in your seats, in a cushy box above the average audience member, the two of you were able to relax a little. Nobody was seeing you up there, nobody could judge or question you. Though you still sat close together, your knee pressed to his, his hand partially on your thigh as well as his own. You didn’t question it, and Crocodile didn’t comment either. It was simply natural for the two of you by now.
The show was nothing short of excellent. Of course, that was exactly what you’d expect. Crocodile seemed generally bored throughout, but he never said a word on it. You didn’t notice the fact that he spent far more of the evening watching your reactions than the show itself, eyes dragging over your face to take in every detail - each shift of your brows, crease in your cheeks, twitch of your lips. That was far more interesting to him. Who cared for a show with singing and dancing? Certainly not him. Not when the real show was sitting beside him in the booth.
He walked you home after, as he always did because he was a gentleman, or at least he excelled and portraying one. Your arm looped with his again, fingers wrapped around his bicep, and if you were less focused on making sure you didn’t fall over the uneven flagstones of your street you might have lost yourself and started idly running your fingers over the muscle. Your door was finally in sight, and you dared to pay just that tiny bit less attention, apparently at the exact wrong moment. The next step tripped you, and almost sent you tumbling, if it weren’t for the fact that in the next instant a hook was curled around your waist effortlessly, the tip just short of breaking skin.
You looked up at Crocodile, eyes slightly wide, heart racing. You’d almost hit the pavement, you would’ve if he hadn’t been there.
“Thank you, sir.” You said softly, and Crocodile scoffed.
“Don’t call me that, not here.” He replied, and with his hand he gently returned you to your feet, only now you were closer than you’d been before, chest almost pressed fully against his. Your breath caught as you looked up at him, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in your throat. You’d never been quite so deep in his space - sure, you touched him near constantly, but it was always with a certain properness to it, designed to be acceptable to be seen. This was more intimate. The feel of his breath on your face, his hand still hovering, the arch of his hook pressed to your back as if he didn’t want you to step away.
“Si- Crocodile..” You murmured.
“So he can be taught.” He teased, the smirk beneath his cigar seemed to make your knees buckle. You opened your mouth to reply, but found that nothing came out. You didn’t know how you’d even reply to that, even if all your words weren’t caught in your throat.
“Cat got your tongue, dear?” He prompted, leaning slightly further into your space.
“No,” you stubbornly replied, even as you struggled to find something of substance to say. There was a beat where neither of you moved, simply staring at each other and breathing in the same air. Then a distant sound of a window closing seemed to snap the tension between the two of you, and Crocodile stood straight, stepping back out of your space.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, watching as you walked the rest of the short distance to your front door.
“See you tomorrow, sir.” You watched the way he clenched his jaw, cigar crushed slightly between his teeth. You couldn’t help laughing.
Tomorrow was another day.
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Synopsis: Sometimes, on a ship like the Thousand Sunny, you need to take advantage of the time you get
Tags/Warnings: Jinbei/M!Reader, disabled!reader, established relationship, fluff, platonic straw hats relationships mentioned
Word Count: 954
A blind date for my dear @jinbeioyabun for this event
There was only so much to be done on a ship like the Thousand Sunny. It wasn’t small by any measure, not considering there was only eleven members to your crew, but there was just only so many things to do. You also spent the vast majority of your time either taking down corrupt governments or sailing, so there wasn’t a lot of time spare to spend on land enjoying the company of your partner.
But, you and Jinbei are adults - you can make the most of that. Anything can be a date if you make it so. So, when you both had chores in the same area of the ship, you made an event of it. With your pain issues, you couldn’t do chores that involved bending down, so Jinbei handled scrubbing the floors while you took charge of dusting higher areas, one hand on the duster and the other on your cane to keep you stable. The air between you was quiet, with much of the crew being in other areas of the ship, so for at least a while it gave you some semblance of privacy.
When you took a break to sit down, Jinbei shuffled calmly over to sit beside you, lifting you into his lap rather than simply sitting beside him, because he loved just having you close. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, arms wrapping loosely around your waist so as to not cause discomfort.
“Are you doing alright, dear?” He asked softly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your hips, not intended to relieve any pain but just to be tender and comforting.
“I’m alright. Just needed a little break.” Jinbei hummed in understanding, allowing the quiet to settle between you again as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. Somewhere distant, through the mostly closed door, you could hear Brook singing a tune which Chopper had joined in on, clearly tending to chores of their own. It was a pleasant backdrop for the quiet moment.
“Do you ever wish we did more together?” Jinbei asked after a moment, the movement of his thumbs pausing as he tilted slightly, leaning over your shoulder to look down at you, wanting to see your face for the topic at hand to be able to fully gage your reaction. It took you a moment to process the question, and then confusion settled in. Do more together?
“We’re together all the time.” You replied, twisting slightly for yourself so the two of you could look straight at each other.
“Rarely alone.” He pointed out, hands instinctively adjusting so you’d remain comfortable in his lap.
“That’s true, but I don’t mind it. We get our moments, like this.”
“I know we do, but don’t you ever wish it was.. more? More special, I suppose.” He questioned.
“Do you?”
“I cherish all the time we have together.”
“Then stop worrying. Anything can be a date or a special moment, if we decide it’s one.” You said firmly. Carefully, and with his assistance, you adjusted in Jinbei’s lap to be facing him, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He returned it without hesitation, hands cradling you reverently, making sure to keep you from hurting yourself.
For a long moment, the two of you remained there, nestled into a corner and ignoring the chores you were supposed to be doing in favour of just being close, kissing each other gently, tenderly. It was the simple things that made the day to day beautiful, that made a life at sea more bearable. A knock at the door made you both part, glancing over to see a disembodied arm of Robin’s, giving you warning that she was on her way in case you were indecent. She always was so considerate.
By the time Robin walked in, Jinbei had helped you back to your feet, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“All done in here?” She asked, glancing around the space.
“Just a few spots left to dust.” You told her, gesturing up to the edges of the ceiling. Several arms sprouted to cast away cobwebs, then disappeared in an abundance of petals. Had you mentioned how considerate she was?
“Go get some more of your things done.” She encouraged, holding the door open. You and Jinbei weren’t going to argue with that. You held your cane in one hand, using that to help you along as you crossed the deck, Jinbei on your other side just in case you became unstable or a larger wave caught you off guard and made you unsteady on your feet, and of course it was an excellent excuse to have a hand on you, not that he needed one.
You passed by Luffy, Ussop and Zoro on your way down to the boys’ cabin, getting ready to help with laundry. It was an easy enough chore, and one that Jinbei always assisted with when you were assigned to it, since it tended to strain your back. Though you could’ve worked in silence, there was something comforting about the soft humming Jinbei did, a tune you didn’t recognise but seemed beautiful anyway. You suspected that had something to do with the lips the tune was coming from. And once everything was done, Jinbei lifted you up into his hammock with him, because the use of them tended to be good for your pain, though you struggled to get back out - you couldn’t struggle if he was there to carry you.
If you fell asleep there, a basket of dirty laundry on the feet beside the hammock? Well, Brook wasn’t going to scold you, he just quickly swanned away with it in his arms.
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Synopsis: You don’t go on dates with Mahito, it’s nothing so involved, no. You just pick a time and a literal date, and he shows up at your place so you can get what you need from each other
Tags/Warnings: Mahito/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, smut, top!reader, pegging, multiple orgasms (ment), face sitting, cunnilingus, hair pulling, dirty talk
Word Count: 1,226
A blind date for my dear @fanaticsnail for this event
Mahito wasn’t the sort of person you settle down with, but he was good with his fingers and that was enough for you. You didn’t need to be able to settle down with him, you just needed a couple of orgasms every now and then, and that was something he was capable of giving to you.
More than, even.
He was a dedicated lover, if a pain in your ass (in a generally non-literal sense, but sometimes far more literal, it depended on your mood that day). He wanted to make you cry and tremble, and sometimes he wanted to be the one absolutely wrung dry. The two of you made a good pair, all things considered. It was potentially a little unorthodox, but you didn’t need it to be anything else. You set a time, and a date, and that was all you needed to do. He’d be there, he always was no matter what was going on, he made it work.
Which was how, this week, you had him bent over the back of your sofa. He twitched and whimpered, just the way you like, three orgasms already wrung from his body but you were far from done. Your strap bullied against his prostate, driving each sound from him forcefully, fingers scrambling for some sort of purchase in the fabric below that he wouldn’t be able to find, or at least he wouldn’t be able to keep to it, far too overwhelmed, and squirmy.
“One more, you can take one more, right?” You prompted him, lifting his hips just a little higher as his feet slipped, allowing you to slam home even deeper all over again. You couldn’t feel the way he was twitching around you, but you were more than aware that he must be by now from past experience, and you could feel it when you ran your thumb over his rim, the muscle fluttering beneath your touch.
“I- I can be so good, I promise! I can- I can take-” but his words were cut off as you reached beneath him to tweak his nipples, just the right side of painful, making him arch and his cock twitch pitifully, hardly able to leak a drop of precum anymore.
“Go on then, give me one more.” You replied, voice husky against his ear, breath ghosting over his skin just to feel the way he shivered and pale skin broke out in goosebumps. He was such a brat until the first orgasm, or sometimes two, and then he became this moldable putty in your hands, perfect as long as you just kept going. You couldn’t give him time to recover, lest he get back that mouth you loved to hate.
It only took another few firm thrusts for him to tense up, scrambling desperately against the couch cushions as he spilled again with a whine of almost pain. There was far less cum now than there had been the first time, and then the second. It bordered on pitiful, but you knew that he’d let you keep going until he was cumming entirely dry if you wanted to. But, not today, that wasn’t what you were in the mood for.
“Lay down.” You told him as you pulled out, watching him choose to crawl forwards and haul himself over the back of the sofa rather than attempting to walk around it. He positioned himself onto his knees, ass up at first, and you had to chuckle. You unclipped the strap you’d been wearing, and tossed it onto the arm chair to clean up later.
“Not like that,” you told him, delivering a sharp smack to his ass, “on your back, mouth open.” Mahito groaned at the command, clearly figuring out exactly what you were planning to do to him. He reached out and made grabby hands at you, to which you just rolled your eyes, continuing your advance towards him. You wasted no time, kneeling down on the sofa then lifting yourself up and over his face, so your clit pressed to his top lip. He wasted no time either, Mahito never did. Everything he did was eager, greedy. His hands, his cock, and his tongue most of all. It felt longer inside you than it looked, his hands gripping your thighs like he thought you might change your mind and try to run, or like he was trying to bruise you somehow. Maybe he was. That quiet claim left on your body for nobody else to see, because as much as this was far from romance, you were both aware you weren’t seeing anyone else, and neither of you were trying to.
There had been a lot of things you’d needed to teach Mahito about his body in the time you’d spent sleeping together, but how to eat cunt wasn’t one of them. He was eager, and that had been enough when he was less sure about what to do, but now he was an expert. He’d always been able to make you feel good with that searching tongue, diving into every inch of you like a man starved, and you were his final meal. You were distantly aware, as your head tipped back with a breathy moan, that he was humping the air behind you, somehow already hard and leaking again, but god forbid he let go of your thighs while he devoured you. He needed to be touching you, a hand on his own length would just be a waste.
With a mouth like his, lapping over even the deepest parts of you, and fingers lifted reluctantly from your thigh to rub a thumb insistently at your clit, you were bound to come soon. The way you rocked against his face wasn’t even voluntarily, just your body searching for what it needed to bring you over the precipice. You reached down just enough to tangle your fingers into fair blue tresses, tugging him upwards and deeper into you, his responding moan resounding through you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
The moment you were close, you felt your orgasm closing in like an inevitable end. Your hips rolled, grinding down against Mahito’s tongue and thumb against you, but that was when he changed. His mouth attached to your clit to suckle at it eagerly, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue while three fingers pushed inside you at once, curling and spreading to work you open and pliant, brushing over your gspot with each movement. The sudden change and massive spike in pleasure was enough to do it, sending you hurtling over the edge far sooner than you’d been anticipating. Your fingers tangled harder in his hair, holding him firmly against you as the pleasure rippled through your body, harsh pants of breath escaping Mahito’s nose against your pelvis, but the way his eyes rolled back told you that he was quite content to suffocate right there.
Eventually, you released him and let him lick you clean before you crawled back off him. He seemed quite content to be left there, still recovering while you found your underwear somewhere on the floor, and grabbed the strap to go clean it.
“How about Thursday the 14th?” Mahito’s shaky voice rang out around the apartment. Another date, another couple orgasms.
“Sure, I think I’m free then.”
Synopsis: Sukuna plans a date out of the blue, and tells you nothing about it, other than to dress for warm weather. Next thing you know, you’re pulling up at the beach - but it’s not the usual beach you go to. This one is different.
Tags/Warnings: Sukuna/GN!Reader, alternative!reader, curvy!reader, nudity, smut, fingering, praise, teasing, public sex, light bdsm (title usage), degradation, piv sex, creampie
Word Count: 2,874
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When Sukuna told you he had something planned, and to simply be ready that weekend to be picked up, you listened. Who were you to argue when your man had decided it was time to treat you to something nice? With the only guideline being “dress for warm weather”, you looking longingly at your all-black wardrobe for well over an hour before you settled on a pair of shorts that hugged your plush thighs and a maroon tank top to add just a bit of colour to the outfit. When Sukuna arrived to pick you up, you could see the way his fingers twitched, as if resisting the urge to just keep you home for the day and have his wicked way with you across the various surfaces in the apartment. But, with a deep breath, his plan went ahead as he took your hand and guided you to the passenger seat of his car, the seat you’d claimed for yourself.
He let you choose the music for the ride over, with the occasional track request - there was something fun about singing along to the rock, metal and emo music together, matching grins on your faces as he bopped his head and you played the air guitar. It was silly, but it was you. He was such a serious person, took himself seriously and cared about the way that people viewed him - or, at least, cared that they viewed him as intimidating enough for him to be left alone - but when it was just the two of you he was able to let go just a little bit, and he always indulged your silliness.
When Sukuna finally parked the car after two hours of driving, waking you from the brief nap you’d ended up taking since he’d insisted on waking you up so early, you understood exactly why his wake-up call had been with the sun. You were at the beach. But.. it wasn’t the beach the two of you usually went to when you needed a break for a weekend. No, it was somewhere you’d never been before. Sukuna climbed out of the car first, and you were so busy trying to figure out where he’d taken you that he even managed to round the car and open your door for you.
“You’ll see.” He said, offering his hand. You took it.
From the trunk he took a few blankets, a cooler, and a windbreaker for some semblance of privacy. You took the cooler while he carried the windbreaker and blankets under one arm, so you’d be able to hold his hand, fingers linked together between you. It was so early that the beach was still largely empty, and it was beautiful. The water was glittering and a beautiful blue, and the sand was golden, no trash to be seen. You followed Sukuna down the beach as you admired the view, letting him pick out a spot further down out of the way beside an outcropping of rocks, and he set the windbreaker up on the opposite side so you could be almost entirely out of view, unless someone passed by in front of you, where there was a gap to allow you both access to the water should you want it.
“You should’ve told me to pack my bathers.” You said to Sukuna with a sigh, pouting just a little.
“As if I’d be that unprepared.” Sukuna replied with a scoff, and when he opened the cooler it revealed a plastic bag inside, in which was bathers you’d once left at his place.
“I love you.” You said as you took them from him, letting Sukuna block you as you quickly changed over into your bathers, for maximum comfort. He laid out the towels fo you to both lay on, then dropped himself down and took out a cool can of soda from the cooler. You dropped down beside him with a sigh, stretching out as you then lay back to enjoy the feel of the sun on your skin.
For the first hour, the two of you simply relaxed in silence, listening to the splashing of the waters against the sand, birds overhead, and other people slowly arriving to the beach, setting up nearby. When Sukuna softly chuckled at something, you opened your eyes, only to watch as two people passed by.. entirely nude.
“Sukuna.” You said, averting your eyes quickly.
“Yes, dove?” He replied, and you could hear his smug, shit eating grin in the tone of his voice.
“Where are we?”
“A nudist beach.” He finally admitted, reaching over to grab your waist, turning you over to your other side so you could face him. He ghosted his lips over yours, fingers tracing over your skin. “I thought it’d be a nice.. change of pace.”
“To see other people naked?” You retorted, voice low and words rushed.
“That’s why I picked this spot. We’re out of view, and so is everyone else. Just us, the sand, sky and water, baby.” He murmured, one hand slowly tracing upwards until he was cupping your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of the thrill? Naked together in public, where anyone could see us.”
“You’re terrible.” You muttered, and yet.. he was right. You couldn’t deny the thrill of it. His lips finally met yours properly, and you returned the deep, exploratory kiss.
“Come on then, dove. Strip for me.” He said when the two of you parted, but your thumbs tucked in the waistband of his shorts first to tug them downwards and expose him.
“Whoops, I slipped.”
“Brat.” He grunted, reaching for your own bathers to remove them, exposing you to the air much the same. The both of you relented after a moment of intense, challenging eye contact, and fully stripped yourselves to the open air, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. You also took the opportunity to close the small gap between your towel and Sukuna’s so you were perfectly side by side, and able to throw your leg over his waist, cuddling up to him. His arm wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed over your back, the other beneath his head to protect it somewhat from the sand. It was odd, but.. freeing.
You couldn’t help wondering how long that would last.
The answer was about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes before Sukuna’s fingers were trailing down your body, dipping between the globes of your ass and further down until the lightest ghost of a touch traced over your folds.
“Sukuna.” You grumbled, glancing up at him with a raised brow.
“What?” He asked, faux innocence dropping from his voice.
“It’s a nude beach, not an exhibitionist beach.” You scolded, but you made no attempt to move his hand yourself, just lay yourself back on his chest. A beat passed before his lips were ghosting over your ear.
“Then,” he began, finger circling your clit, “you’ll just have to be quiet.” And that was all the warning you got before his finger was gently probing at your entrance, and of course you were already wet. It was Sukuna, and he was playing with you, you just couldn’t help it. It took just a moment or two of idly playing with your hole for you to be wet enough for him to slip the tip of his finger inside. Things were moving slowly, but Sukuna was good at being patient when he wanted to be. He moved the tip of his finger in and out, gently pushing further inside with each movement as you became wetter, your body opening for him without much effort, as if welcoming him home.
“That’s it.” He softly praised as finally, finally, his finger was all the way inside you, curling against your walls just to feel the way you squirmed. He didn’t push for more for a long while, just thrusting that one finger in and out of your hole, curling it with each movement to feel you bite down on your lip and your thighs press together in an attempt to find more friction that you just couldn’t get. Not without his help.
“Sukuna..” you softly whined, fingers digging into the muscle of one of his pecs, rocking your hips to try to get just that little bit more from the feel of him inside you.
“What is it? Speak up.” He replied, smirking as he looked down at you, admiring just how desperate you were for him. It was different to when he drove you all too quickly towards the edge, deliberately overwhelming you. Softer, needier.
“More, please.” You murmured, pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss just above his nipple where your head rested.
“What was that?”
“Please, sir.” You replied, cheeks blooming with warmth.
“There you go. Knew you could be good for me.” With that, he eased a second finger slowly inside you, and you were plenty wet enough for it to glide in with little resistance, two fingers now curling to caress that spot inside you that made your breath hitch, a moan almost escaping past your lips. Sukuna used his free hand then to tangle in your hair, pressing your face more firmly into the muscle of his chest, muffling any sounds that did manage to escape.
“You don’t want anyone to know how dirty you are, do you, dove?” He murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss there right as the pads of his fingers pressed perfectly against your gspot, a strangled sound catching in your throat. He chuckled as he pulled his fingers back out, idly scissoring them to stretch you out further, which told you just one thing - he was planning on fucking you properly. Right there, where anyone could catch the two of you. That only made you clench around his digits, clit throbbing.
“Maybe you do. Maybe you want people to catch us, hm? Do you want them to watch, see how dumb you get for me?” He taunted, a third finger starting to slowly coax its way into your hole, spreading you further. There was that light burn that came from the perfect stretch, though it soon ebbed away, replaced again by the pleasure only he knew how to drag out of you quite like this. You couldn’t reply to his taunt with your face so firmly pressed against him, but you could rock your hips, matching the movement of his fingers just to get that little bit more from him, showing him without words just how much you were enjoying what he did to you.
“Needy thing.” He murmured, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair, not quite enough to hurt but certainly enough for you to feel it, to be reminded that if he wanted it to hurt, then it could. But only because you enjoyed that sort of thing.
Sukuna drove you the perfect sort of wild. He kept going just like that for what felt like forever. Three fingers pumping in and out of your hole, stretching you out and perfectly coaxing over your gspot, but never quite enough to truly guide you to the edge. It was maddening, and addictive, the way he knew how to play your body just right. Like you were an instrument that he’d spent years studying to perfect.
But he couldn’t put it off forever, his patience only lasted for so long, so before you could so much as open your mouth to ask for more once again, he was lifting you effortlessly, fingers digging into your plump ass as he hauled you up into his lap. You couldn’t help the way you immediately rocked your hips, your wetness coating along his length, dripping down your thighs and to his stomach.
“That’s it, dove.” He murmured with a breathy groan, fingers digging harder into your skin, little crescent moon shapes left behind by your nails. He let you do that for a while, grinding on him until you were breathless, forehead pressed against his. The air that left your parted lips ghosted over his own, and he inhaled it like a drug, drunk on you and the way you felt over him, your flesh beneath his hands.
When his tip caught against your entranced, you barely managed to muffle the moan that followed by pressing your lips roughly to Sukuna’s. That was what finally truly made him break. With one hand, he lifted you up effortlessly, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
“You ready?” He asked softly, noses pressed together as you panted in sync.
“Please, kuna.” You confirmed, and that was all he needed. He helped you ease down onto his length, your lips meeting again to help muffle the both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed fully against him, one of your arms hooked beneath his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair, the other hand braced against his chest.
“Always take me so well.” He whispered against your lips, pulling you in for a more tender kiss, though soon his tongue was pushing between your lips to plunder your mouth, right as he began to guide your hips to move, bouncing on his length. It was a special sort of hell, having to stay quiet while your lover’s cock kissed your cervix with every thrust, perfectly stretching you out in the way nobody else had been able to before him. It was part of the reason you’d fallen in love with him, to an extent, or at least it was the thing that had kept you coming back to him at first and given you the chance to fall in love with him so deeply.
He started slow, letting you adjust and mentally prepare to have to keep quiet, but soon enough he was thrusting into you the way you liked - rough, and hard. You both knew you had to be quiet of the slapping of skin against skin sound that would likely make it more than obvious what was going on, so he slowed down more than usual, leaving you absolutely reeling from the deep and rough treatment, paired with the slow drag of his thickness between your walls. You knew you wouldn’t be able to cum from just this, but it was so good, enough that you didn’t even care about your orgasm for a time. You were content to just enjoy the feeling, enjoy being close to your partner.
“Love you.” You murmured against his neck, pressing a kiss there immediately.
“I know, dove. You’re so good for me,” he replied softly, using a hand to tilt your chin up so he could kiss you properly, “I love you too.” Then, that same hand trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You thought it was going to join the other on your ass, guiding you to bounce on him, but instead is ventured lower to find your clit, two fingers circling it expertly.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so good, hm? Going to make you cum on my cock.” He murmured, and the resulting shiver made goosebumps raise over the rest of your skin. It took next to no time at all, the pressure in your gut finally building past a slow simmer, rising and rising until your toes were curling, panting into the sweaty skin of his neck, doing your best to stay quiet even as he drove you closer and closer to that perfect bliss. Finally, the dam broke, and you couldn’t help the low moan that finally ripped from your chest, muffled against Sukuna’s skin. He worked you through it, his own thrusts becoming unsteady as your walls clenched around him as if attempting to milk his orgasm from him too.
“That’s it, dove. My dirty little thing, cumming on my cock where anyone could see.” He muttered teasingly, but he wasn’t far behind, just a few more firm slams of his hips and he was filling you with his seed, hips pressed firmly to your ass as you felt each twitch of it inside you, pulsing with each spurt of his release.
You lay there together panting softly, coming down from your orgasms together, his large hands gently stroking over your skin as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching you. He only pulled away once his cock softened more than was comfortable to keep inside you, and he turned you gently to lay back down on your own towel. From the cooler, he pulled another plastic bag, and inside was a pack of wet wipes that he used to gently clean you, even as you gasped at how cool they were.
“Nearly done, my dove.” He murmured. He tossed the dirty wipes into the plastic bag, then kissed your stomach softly, right over your womb just to make you squirm. Finally, he lay back down beside you and let you curl up against his side as you’d been earlier, now both satisfied.
“We should go for a swim.” Sukuna suggested, fingers gently scratching over your scalp.
“In a minute.” You mumbled in reply, making him chuckle. He supposed he could give you a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow.
Synopsis: Shiu asks you on what seems to be a normal date, little did you know what would come next
Tags/Warnings: Shiu/GN!Reader, established relationship, fluff
Word Count: 1,144
It was just another normal day. It wasn’t unusual for Shiu to take you out on a date, he was the sort of guy who was determined to romance you and make sure you lived the lavish lifestyle that you deserved. It was one of the things that had drawn you to him to begin with, his dedication to truly treating you right. The thing that had made him stay was certainly the way he fucked you, but hey - you can love more than one thing about him.
So, when he told you to dress nice, to make sure you were picture ready, you didn’t even question it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it, asked you to clean up well just to make sure you looked perfect, because he knew you liked to take pictures when you went on a date somewhere particularly nice. It wasn’t foreign when flowers turned up at your door an hour before the date, your favourite kind, because even after years of being together Shiu was determined to treat you like it was still month one. There was not even a single bell ringing in your mind that said - hey, this might be odd.
Not until you arrived, and even then, you truly didn’t question it that much. He’d planned odd dates before, dates that made you confused or laugh or smack him playfully upside the head.
That was why you didn’t even think to question it when you arrived at the meeting place, and found your best friend instead of your boyfriend. They refused to answer any questions, just handed you a sheet of paper with Shiu’s scratchy handwriting on it.
Do you remember the first place we met? Come find me there
Simple and to the point, if a little odd. But again, it wasn’t even all that out of character. So you headed there - the street corner where he’d bumped into a streetlight stepping out of your way, and had told you a permanent brain injury would be worth it, just for the privilege of laying eyes on you. It was such a stupid line, and you’d told him that back then too, but you’d loved it anyway. There, taped to that very streetlight was another note with his handwriting.
You must’ve just missed me. Try the place I asked you to go steady
A scavenger hunt? He was so ridiculous, and that was one of the things you held dearest to your heart. He was so serious in his day to day, his work so heavy, but when he came home to you he was able to shed all of that and be the silly man who held your heart, joking and laughing with you as if there was nothing wrong in the world. So, despite how far it was, you began to walk. You understood now why he’d told you to wear shoes that were comfortable for walking in.
You got to the cafe where you’d had that date where he’d asked you to be his partner officially, and upon spotting you, the cashier flagged you down and handed you yet another note.
Sorry doll, just one more I promise. Head down to the place where I told you I loved you for the first time
You couldn’t help laughing. Just one more, huh? Alright then. You thanked the cashier, but before you could leave, she swapped the note in your hand for a dessert.
“Already paid for.” She told you with a warm smile, and you just nodded. Alright Shiu, well played.
As you walked towards the next location, the Tokyo national museum, you considered what was happening here. A tour of all the places that were most important in your relationship, locations with the most significance to the two of you. It was sweet, exactly the sort of thing that Shiu did. This was just.. so him. You’d never been so glad that this was the man you’d fallen in love with.
When you arrived, another friend was there to greet you.
“He lied!” They called with a laugh, and you could only join the laughter. Of course he did, of course there was something else up his sleeve, because there always was.
“What’s next?” You asked your friend once you were at their side.
“We’re taking a drive.” They told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to guide you.
“Do I get to know where we’re going?”
“You do not.”
Figures.
It was a short walk to your friend’s car, and once you were in there you were promptly blindfolded to entirely obscure where you were headed. You ate your dessert in the passenger seat, humming along to the music that played over the stereo, joining on the singing once you were done eating.
It took just short of an hour to get to the location. Your best friend, who had greeted you earlier, was now beside you and helping you out of the car. It was this moment that you began to be suspicious of what he was planning. Yet, even then, you couldn’t have anticipated what it truly was.
“Hey, doll.” Shiu’s voice finally greeted you, and you felt his familiar hands grab your hips, guiding you the rest of the way towards him.
“Hey, you. I’ve had quite the afternoon.” You said, making Shiu chuckle.
“I’m sure you have. Ready to get that blindfold off?” He asked in return, and when you nodded, you felt as the knot at the back of your head was loosened until the soft fabric fell away.
It was gorgeous. You were at Orihara Orchard, the place where you’d gone for your first year anniversary as a couple. You looked around and realised that the trees were decorated with fairy lights and paper decor in your favourite colour. What was happening?
You spun back to look at your boyfriend, but he was shorter than usual.
He.
He was on one knee.
There in his hand was a ring box, and he was looking up at you with eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Promise you I’ll keep doing stupid shit like this for the rest of our lives, if you say yes.” He said, rather than making some grand speech, and it was so easy to nod, falling to your knees to meet him, wrapping him in your arms as he did the same. He slipped the ring onto your finger - and of course it was the type you loved even though he’d never even asked about that sort of thing, and the right size first try. Somewhere behind you, you heard the shutter of a camera, and you figured he’d hired a photographer.
“I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips, tears brimming in your eyes.
“I love you too. More than I’ll ever be able to explain.”
Synopsis: Studying with Suguru was always productive, he'd learned just how to help you focus.
Tags/Warnings: Geto/GN-AFAB!Reader, established relationship, smut, light BDSM dynamics, cock warming, edging, orgasm denial, traffic light system, praise, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, facial (reader receiving)
Word Count: 1,418
It was easy to get distracted while studying. Call yourself an academic weapon all you like, sometimes your brain just refused to cooperate, and it made studying so damn hard. You could play all the lofi you wanted, use the focus timer built into your computer, turn off your phone and leave it across the room - sometimes, nothing worked. That was where your beautiful boyfriend factored into the equation.
Generally speaking, Suguru was much better than you when it came to focusing, especially on studying, regardless of the topic. He was a great person to just sit with, because you couldn’t distract him. If you tried to get his attention, or let your mind wander and stopped focusing, he’d simply softly remind you, “studying” and tap your page. That was it. So simple, so direct, and yet incredibly effective. He didn’t even look up when he did it. Honestly, it was super attractive.
So, really, nobody could blame you when that also became just a little distracting. The sight of those long fingers that felt just right inside you, that firm tone he used when you were being a brat in the bedroom, those tired eyes that fixed you with a stare when he knew exactly what you were thinking. It made sense that things escalated. It was a natural progression, really. Though, that did mean you needed to move your study sessions out of the library, most of the time.
Today was one of those times.
You sat in Suguru’s lap, his cock pressed deep inside you, you facing him. Not just because it was a better angle, but because he had your flashcards in hand - he was testing you. For each right answer, you were allowed to bounce just a few times for some relief for the ache deep inside you.
“Define cognitive psychology.” He said, voice low and slightly husky. These sessions got to him just as much as they did to you and you knew it well, but he had so much more restraint than you, the same as his focus was better. So he could resist. He’d push you right to your limits again and again just to help you study. He was a good boyfriend like that.
As you attempted to give an answer, you kept stumbling over your words. Your thighs were sore from how long you’d been there in his lap, knees either side of his hips so you would be able to bounce when he gave you permission, and your brain was foggy from the need. There was just a few cards left, supposedly, but he’d been saying that for what must’ve been the last ten so how close could you really be? Finally, you managed to utter out an answer that seemed to satisfy him, and he didn’t even need to cue you anymore. Immediately, with trembling muscles, you pushed yourself upwards and slammed back down with a desperate sob. Your insides were raw, each slap of skin sickeningly slick from how wet you were. Neither of you had cum yet, but damnit if you weren’t close.
“Stop.” His soft voice said, and despite how badly you wanted to keep going, you stopped. Because you knew the payoff for being good, for doing as he said, would be so much better than one orgasm he’d definitely ruin if you let yourself have it.
He asked you the next question, and you drew a complete blank. What the hell was the answer? You weren’t even sure you’d properly understood the question. You blinked slowly, eyes hazy and damp from overwhelming need. Suguru took your chin gently between his finger and thumb, analysing your face for a second.
“Colour, sweetness?” He softly asked, giving you a moment to consider and reply.
“Green.” You confirmed with a brief, shaky nod. He gave just a moment longer before he repeated the question. This time, you managed to process it and mumble out the answer. Yeah, you knew this stuff.
“There it is, I told you that we were close to the end.” He said then - or, well, you were pretty sure he’d been talking for a while but you’d zoned out a little, distracted by that ache deep inside you.
"We’re done?” You softly asked, opening your eyes, which you didn’t even remember closing.
“Yep, and you answered every card correctly. I said you could do it, didn’t I?” The whine that slipped from your lips was involuntary, and you let yourself finally fully slump into his body, forehead pressing against his shoulder. He softly cooed and carefully stood from the chair, chuckling softly at the whimper that responded to the shift of position inside you. He pulled out carefully to carry you properly to the bed, and set you down against the sheets.
“You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you, sweetness. Let me give you a proper reward.”
That was your only warning before his mouth was on you. His tongue dragged through your folds, making a shudder run through your body and your toes curl. You were already close after over an hour of torture on his cock, so the sudden change and increase in pleasure had you almost immediately teetering right on the edge. Suguru was relentless as two fingers slipped into your hole, curling just right to caress over your gspot. The sounds escaping you would be embarrassing if you were present enough in your body to process them, the way they echoed off the walls of your dorm, filling the room alongside the slick slurping sounds of Suguru between your thighs.
“Come on, pretty. Give it to me.” He murmured against you, nipping your thigh just once before he was again attached to your clit, sucking and swirling around it with his tongue. You were powerless to refuse him.
But he didn’t stop there, of course he didn’t. He never did. His definition of a ‘proper’ reward involved making you cum until you were limp and speechless, unable to do anything but whimper. He liked you like that.
Suguru’s tongue and fingers were a relentless combination, his hair soon pulled from its bun by your fingers tugging at the strands, pressing close against his scalp. He never complained, or stopped, just hissed and groaned as he worked you with everything he had, licking up your release each time it came, drinking it down like a man starved. You were pretty sure there was nothing that your boyfriend loved more than this. Just making you scream his name.
When he pulled back finally, you’d cum three times, his fingers were pruned from your wetness and chin slick with your juices. He wiped his face with the back of his hand to clean it, then finally met your lips with his own. He kissed you messily, your tongues tangling together. All the while, he rutted against your folds. His cock was achingly hard and leaking precum, the tip red and swollen. You whined and dug your nails into his back, attempting to pull him closer, encourage him to fuck you properly. After all, you’d spent so long wanting it.
“Not today, pretty. Got something else in mind. That okay?” He rasped against your lips, groaning as the tip of his cock kissed against your clit. You only quickly nodded - whatever he wanted after the three orgasms he’d given you.
Then he crawled up your body, knees either side of your head, just short of sitting on your chest. He stroked himself in long movements, starting slower because of how sensitive he was and speeding up over time. He was a vision above you like that. His hair was messy, his cock dripping like a leaky tap, his skin flush from effort.
“Shit- gonna cum on your face, sweetness.” He groaned, and you watched the way he twitched in his own hand. You opened your mouth, and his eyes fluttered closed, his head tipping back as finally the last waves of pleasure rippled through his body and he was releasing over your face, most of it coating your cheeks, some falling into your mouth, and just a few drops ending up in your lashes.
Suguru panted softly, finally opening his eyes to look down at you.
“So damn pretty, so good for me.” He breathlessly praised. He took just a moment to admire you before he was stumbling up to his feet for a tissue to wipe you clean.
Synopsis: Friendly drinks between co-workers evolves into something more than that
Tags/Warnings: Toji/GN!Reader, pre-relationship, fluff, first kiss, first date
Word Count: 1,136
A blind date for my dear @skullfacedlady for this event
The words felt like a death sentence on his lips. You’d gone out for drinks after both getting back from your jobs around the same time. A celebration, and of course somehow Toji had managed to swindle you into paying. He always did, on the rare occasions you went out together. He’d managed convince Shiu once or twice but the boss was far more resilient than you, more able to say no.
You stood there in the street, still side by side with the broad man. You’d not been planning on leaving yet anyway, you were just wandering the streets together, but somehow saying it made it real. Toji had been the one to say it too, the man everyone knew for being silent, uncaring. He’d been the one to make the request, though it wasn’t asked as a question, you knew it meant more than he’d ever dare to admit. He wasn’t someone to talk about his feelings, you’d learned that quickly. And yet, there he was.
“I’m not.” You told him, hands pushed into your pockets. You kicked a small stone as you passed by it, and a silence fell over you that wasn’t quite awkward, but not quite comfortable either. You meandered the streets, cutting through a park as the moon rose in the sky, listening to the bustle of the city around you.
As you stumbled, Toji’s hand shot out to steady you without a word, so fast that you’d think he’d anticipated you stumbling before you’d even done it. He guided you to sit on a park bench, and lowered himself down beside you. He sat with knees wide, leaning forward to rest his forearms on them. He looked out at the empty area, eyes flicking over softly rustling trees, and the animals that skittered to and from them as evening settled into night. As you shuffled slightly beside him, you knee gently knocked his. Neither of you commented, or reacted past you tensing slightly in the first moment.
Something needed to be said, that was clear, and you had a distinct feeling that if you were going to wait for Toji to do it then you’d be waiting until the sun rose again. For just a moment, you closed your eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. There had been an undeniable something building between you for a while now but the death of his wife was like a darkness looming over both Toji and the potential between you. Not because you wished she’d never been there, because you’d never take that away from him, but haunting him and therefore whatever he did with himself next. She’d always have a place in his heart, a fact you could more than make peace with, but you couldn’t be sure Toji would ever truly let himself keep moving forwards, or if he’d remain stuck in the day he lost her.
“Tonight was fun.” You settled on. Simple, neutral, a way to open up the conversation again. Toji didn’t acknowledge that you’d spoken for a long moment, just looking ahead, still and silent. You gave him the time that he needed.
“We should go out again some time.” He eventually suggested, and that was quite possibly the last thing you’d expected him to suggest.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Tonight was good. Usually you do follow a good first date with a second one.”
… what?
Okay, hold on.
What?
“Date?” You questioned, a soft, disbelieving laugh following.
“Uh, yeah?” Toji replied. He turned to look at you, brows furrowed with confusion. When your eyes met, understanding dawned on the two of you.
“We should go out for drinks.” Toji had said ‘to celebrate’ you’d mentally added on, where it hadn’t been said. He’d said it with a curl of his lips that was far more smile than his usual smirk was, something you’d not seen on his face in a long time. He’d offered it like it meant something, but in the moment, with the high of a paycheck in your account.. you hadn’t noticed.
“You.. didn’t realise.” He murmured, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he sighed.
“I- no. I didn’t,” you admitted, a hand darting out before you’d even processed what you were doing, not even just resting on his thigh but gently squeezing. You attempted to meet his eyes, but his drifted down to focus on your touch. “But if I’d known.. I still would’ve said yes.”
Toji’s eyes immediately rose again to meet yours, not quite wide but fluttering just slightly. Just enough for you to notice, to process his surprise.
“Yeah?” He asked, the most unsure you’d ever seen him in the years you’d known him as your coworker.
“Yeah.”
There was a brief silence where you just looked at each other. You broke eye contact just for a moment as a stray cat darted out from the bushes behind you and rubbed along your leg, then darted away. Odd. You shook your head and refocused, finding Toji’s eyes still burning into you. You watched intently as Toji’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, shifting slightly, distracted momentarily by the sight of it.
He seemed to come back to himself when he realised you were staring, lips twitching upwards slowly into a smirk tinged with smugness.
“Something you like?” He asked, parting his legs slightly further so his knee was pressed firmly against yours, tilting his torso so his shoulder was closer to yours, his face close enough now that you could feel his warm breaths against your own face.
“Could ask you the same.” You retorted with a soft laugh, just to ease the tension slightly between you both. But Toji couldn’t allow that, no, instead he inched slightly closer, eyes dragging slowly over your face as if memorising every detail.
“Yeah. I see something I like a whole lot.”
That was when he closed the final distance between the two of you, his lips finding yours like that was where they were meant to be. Your eyes fluttered closed on instinct, and when Toji tried to pull back to make the kiss simple and brief, you immediately followed after him, refusing to let him go far. You weren’t done with him just yet. With that, his body shifted to face you more directly, arms wrapping around you to tug you just that little bit closer. The way your head tilted to deepen the kiss was instinct, your free hand rising to cup the back of his neck. Now that you had him, you couldn’t bear for him to pull away.
“So, about that second date..” Toji murmured once he got enough space to do so.
“Yes. Now come back here.” You demanded in return, both laughing as your lips pressed together once again.
