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Satoru Gojo x Reader

Eight months have passed since your breakup with Satoru. So why was he still thinking about you?

CW: NSFW. Dry humping, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, sexual overstimulation. Jealousy, mutual pining, light angst w happy ending. Fluff & smut.

10.9k words

Before you even suggested the breakup, he’d been thinking about it too. After a year together, university had pulled you too far apart. There was no more time for dates, movie nights, or mornings spent eating breakfast together.

You told yourselves it was for the best — that love wasn’t enough if you didn’t have the time to enjoy it. You were adults; you were going to move on.

Or so he thought, until he saw you walking a little too close to another guy.

He was making you laugh, and Satoru noticed you lean in slightly, playfully punching him in the arm.

Satoru frowned. It’s fine. You’re not together anymore. It was for the best. 

But then the idiot guy put his arm around your shoulders — too comfortable, too familiar, too intimate to be friendly.

Satoru clicked his tongue and looked away. He wasn’t jealous. He refused to be jealous. 

You were free to date whoever you wanted. You’d agreed to break up. You were adults. Mature. Rational.

So why did it still feel like you were his, even when you weren’t? Why did his heart feel like it had just been sucker-punched?

He glanced again — because he was just that masochistic. The guy said something else, and you laughed again. Louder. The exact sound Satoru had spent months trying to forget.

Oh, come on. That’s not even a good joke. You used to laugh WAY harder at mine.

The guy leaned in like he was going to whisper something in your ear — your ear, the one Satoru used to nip at just to hear that pretty sound— No. Nope. He does not need to think about that right now.

Then the guy’s arm slid from your shoulder to your waist, too natural. Too practiced.

How long had this been going on? Did you think about tell him? Did you even think about him at all? Did he have the right to ask any of that? No. Of course not.

He could leave. He should leave. That would be normal. Healthy. Responsible. 

But his feet didn’t move. In fact, he somehow found himself drifting closer.

He was simply being… civil. Right? You didn’t end on bad terms. You could have a nice chat.

Satoru adjusted his sunglasses, forced a smirk, and strolled forward with a confidence he definitely did not feel. Whatever. No one had to know.

You were mid-laugh when you finally noticed him approaching. Your smile dimmed just slightly — surprise flickering in your eyes— and he hated how fast he caught it. Eight months apart and he could still read you like a damn book. 

“Hey, you” he said, voice smooth as ever, hands shoved casually in his pockets. 

The guy — whose stupid hand was still comfortably resting on your waist — blinked, clearly confused by his intrusion.

“Uh, hey” you said, clearly fighting for a neutral tone.

His gaze flicked down to the guy’s arm again, then back to your face.

“You must be her friend?” the guy said, stepping forward with his free hand raised. 

“Ex,” Satoru corrected instantly, painfully calm. “I’m her ex.”

You closed your eyes like you wished the earth would swallow you.

Satoru continued, all sweet politeness dipped in poison. “But hey, don’t worry. I’m super chill about it.”

You shot him a look that screamed stop it, which he gracefully ignored.

The guy quickly removed his hand from your waist. Satoru felt a warm, petty satisfaction bloom in his chest.

“Oh,” the guy mumbled, realization dawning. “I’m gonna go grab us something to drink. You two… catch up.”

He gave you a look that silently asked, Is this okay?

You gave him a tiny nod.

The second he was out of earshot, you glared at Satoru. “What the hell was that?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Me? Being civil. I thought I could have a nice chat with my ex-girlfriend that I haven’t seen in a while.”

You narrowed your eyes, and he could practically hear your unspoken question: Why are you doing this?

Because I saw someone else touching you like I used to, and I realized I’m not over you at all.

But he had too much respect for himself, for you, for what you had  to say that. So instead he asked,

“So, is he your boyfriend?”

Your jaw tightened. “Satoru.”

“What?” He smiled lightly, deceptively harmless. “It’s a simple question.”

“It’s none of your business.”

For someone who towered over everyone, he suddenly felt very, very small.

Then you sighed, looking at him with a sad, familiar expression “Satoru… don’t misunderstand me. I’m glad to see you. I’m always…” You paused, searching for either the right word or the right boundary. “…happy to know you’re doing well.”

“I’m not doing well.” Shit. Why couldn’t he shut up?

You shook your head. “This isn’t fair. It’s been eight months. We both agreed on this. You even told me you were thinking about it before I put it on the table.”

He flinched — barely, but you caught it. He shook his head, forcing a breath out and sliding a hand through his hair 

“You’re right,” he said. “I just saw you and thought — hey, go say hi. I didn’t plan on…”

He gestured vaguely toward where the guy had gone off to. “…whatever that was.”

You crossed your arms. “You were jealous.”

Satoru swallowed “Jealous?” he echoed with a soft scoff. “No. I’m Satoru Gojo. I don’t get jealous.”

You held his gaze. Quiet. Patient. Unmoved.

Before either of you could say anything else, before the tension could turn into something more dangerous or more honest, the guy returned with two drinks, looking cautiously between you.

“Everything okay here?”

You stepped back from Satoru, and he watched the space open between you like it physically hurt him.

“Yeah,” you said, offering a small, polite smile. “Everything’s fine.”

Satoru pressed his lips together “I’ll get going,” he said, voice almost too casual. “It was nice seeing you.”

He turned before either of you had to pretend any harder. And you hated that something inside you was hoping he’d turn back around with some stupid joke, something to break the tension the way he always used to.

But he didn’t.

He kept walking, slipping between bodies and fading into the crowd. And maybe that’s why it stung — because you’d already lived this goodbye before.

It was ridiculous. Eight months, and nothing about the way he affected you had changed.

“So that was Satoru Gojo,” Kentaro said, pulling you back to reality.

You blinked. “Mmh.”

His eyes softened. “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. That must’ve been weird for you.”

“I get it,” Kentaro said with a shrug.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you let it out.

Kentaro wasn’t dramatic. That was part of why things with him were easy. He’d shown up one night at a party, at a moment when your heart felt too heavy and too empty. It had started as a distraction — one you hadn’t been looking for — and instead of fading, it had softened into an easy friendship. No expectations. No pressure. Just two people keeping each other company while figuring their own shit out. 

You knew he wasn’t Satoru — and you never once fooled yourself into thinking anyone could fill that space; but you hadn’t been trying to replace him. You were just trying to breathe without your chest hurting. And from what you’d heard, Satoru had been doing the same. That’s how real relationships end sometimes — not cleanly, not neatly, just two people trying to survive the absence of the other. That’s the messy truth about real breakups.

“You’re not over him at all, you know that, right?” Kentaro said.

Your lips tightened. “Is it that obvious?”

He smiled, not mocking — just kind.

“I just… didn’t expect to see him today,” you admitted.

“I know,” he said. “And he definitely didn’t expect to see me either.”

You let out a weak laugh. “He was just jealous. Men things, I guess.”

“Mmh.” Kentaro raised a brow. “I’ve been in love once too. Trust me, that was not only jealousy. That boy was yearning.”

You stared down at your drink, fingers tightening around the cup.

“Yearning,” you echoed, like the word didn’t quite fit. “I don’t think he—”

“He was yearning,” Kentaro insisted, calm but certain. “I’m a guy. I know the face. If the world hadn’t gone silent for a second when he saw you, he deserves an award for acting.”

Your stomach flipped painfully.

“We ended things for a reason,” you said quietly. “Things weren’t working anymore.” You closed your eyes. “Shit Ken, I’m sorry. I’m such a downer.”

“Hey,” Kentaro said gently. “We’re friends, aren’t we?  You don’t owe me anything.” He nudged your shoulder lightly. “But… maybe you owe yourself a bit of honesty.”

You looked up at him.

“You still love him.”

The words didn’t stab, they just settled. Heavy. Familiar. Painfully true.

You exhaled, shaky. “I—”

“You just don’t know what to do with it” Kentaro finished

Silence stretched between you.

“And for what it’s worth,” he said, “I think he’s going to try.”

Your heart skipped. “Try what?”

Kentaro tilted his head.

“To win you back.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

And as the two of you walked away, you couldn’t tell if the hollow ache in your chest was the ghost of an old relationship… or the quiet realization that you never stopped waiting for Satoru to come back.

“When are you going to stop being miserable, Satoru?” Suguru called from the kitchen, the sound of a blender whirring behind him while he made himself a protein shake or some other gym-rat abomination.

Gojo slumped deeper into the couch, long legs sprawled out, and a caramel macchiato with extra caramel, extra cream, extra everything, clutched in his hand. At least his brain was getting the glucose it needed to make up for today’s humiliation.

“I’m not miserable” he muttered, even though he very much sounded like it

“Satoru, you came home with the emotional stability of a wet paper bag”

“Suguru, you’re being a little careless talking like that to a man who just saw his ex with a guy. A very touchy-feely guy”

“It’s not like you took a vow of celibacy the day you broke up” Suguru shot back, closing the fridge with his hip as he walked over.

Satoru scoffed. “No. You don’t get it” His voice dropped “That asshole was clinging to her like a parasite. She was laughing. Leaning into him like—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening. “She looked comfortable” he paused “and happy” 

Suguru sat down beside him, shake in hand, a sigh leaving him through his nose. “You’re allowed to feel like shit, but..”

“She made a decision,” Satoru cut him. “I seconded that stupid decision.”

“Then make a new one,” Suguru said, calm but firm. “Because pretending you’re fine stopped working months ago.”

“I’m not a homebreaker. If she’s happy with her stupid new boyfriend, there’s nothing I can do. I shouldn’t even be—” he waved a hand helplessly “—thinking about it. She deserves to be happy.”

Suguru arched an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

Satoru rolled his eyes. “I asked. And she said — quote — ‘it’s none of your business.’”

“Which you translated as: yes, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Exactly.”

“I think you need to figure out if that’s actually true” Suguru said. “We both know her. I don’t think she’d jump straight into a new relationship.”

Satoru let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You didn’t see them.”

“That’s exactly why I’m saying it.” Suguru took a sip of his shake, never taking his eyes off him. “You saw what you wanted to see.”

“I swear to god I did not imagine his hand glued to her.”

“You’re spiraling,” Suguru said simply. “You’re like this when it’s about her. You aren’t thinking straight”

Satoru dropped his head back against the couch, a long breath leaving him in one heavy exhale.

“Satoru,” Suguru said quietly, setting his shake down. “you two didn’t break up because you stopped loving each other. That’s why it hurts like this.”

He didn’t respond — he only frowned slightly, his gaze drifting toward the window.

“Before you assume she moved on… consider she might just be trying to cope.” He nudged Satoru’s arm lightly. “Same as you.”

He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the truth pulsing under his ribs: He never really stopped being yours.

Not even in other beds, the ones he looked for the shape of you, the ones he never stayed the night in. Not even in moments meant to distract him. Not even when he pretended he’d moved on.

He was always yours.

You were standing between his legs, your hips brushing his knees where he sat on the tall bar stool by the kitchen counter 

“Whose pretty boy is this?” you teased, holding a strawberry just out of his reach.

Satoru leaned forward, hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes bright with that stupid softness he only ever had for you.

“Mmh,” he mumbled, mouth full once you finally let him take it from your fingers, “Yours.”

You laughed “Cute”

He licked a smear of juice from his lip “Only cute?” he complained, looking down at you with that boyish pout that contradicted the heat in his eyes. “I’m being extremely handsome right now”

You rolled your eyes, but lifted another strawberry anyway. He leaned forward, nipped it from your fingers, and this time he didn’t let your hand go. He caught your wrist gently, pressed a slow kiss to the inside, then another higher, his lips warm and deliberate against your skin.

Your hand found his hair, carding through the soft white strands. He leaned into your touch instantly, like your fingers were gravity.

His fingers slid to the back of your thigh, caressing the skin softly. You felt the warmth of his palm, the lazy circles he traced there—mindless, possessive.

“Satoru…” you warned, though it came out a little breathless. “We have classes in thirty minutes.”

He dipped his head, lips ghosting over the side of your neck.

“Mmh,” he murmured, his nose brushing your skin, painfully slow. “We don’t need that much time.”

Your breath hitched.

He smiled against your skin and bit your earlobe—soft, teasing—as his hand tightened on your thigh.

You whimpered. “Satoru,” you said again, but this time it sounded like a plea.

He pulled back only slightly, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. His fingers trailed up your waist, slow enough to make your skin prickle.

“Tell me I’m only cute again,” he murmured, voice a low rumble.

You couldn’t even roll your eyes properly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

You cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth, and he looked at you like you were something sacred he didn’t know how to deserve.

“There’s a party next weekend. You should come.”

Satoru blinked, his friend’s voice pulling him out of his daydream. A nice daydream, actually. He could still feel it — your fingers in his hair, your voice saying his name. Eight months, and nothing had replaced that.

Yeah. He needed alcohol.

“Where?”

“At Rin’s.”

He turned to his friend, frowning. “Rin, as in the friend of the person who’s the reason for my entire existential crisis?”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “Yes.”

Satoru scoffed. “Do you hate me, Suguru?”

His friend laughed  “Sometimes”

He let his head fall back against the couch, the caramel macchiato long forgotten on the coffee table.

“Is she going to be there?” he finally asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

Suguru raised a brow. “What do you think?”

He let out a humorless sound “Then clearly I should stay here”

“You’re acting like a coward. This is dramatic. Even for you”

Satoru clicked his tongue “Fantastic. I’m being bullied in my own home.”

“What are you exactly scared of?”

Satoru exhaled through his nose. “I just… I don’t want to show up and— I don’t know. Complicate shit.”

Suguru crossed his arms. “It’s already complicated when eight months have passed and neither of you has clearly moved on.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened. “We broke up for a reason.” That’s what he’d been telling himself every day since that night.

“Exactly,” Suguru said while standing,  hands loose at his sides. “You two didn’t have time. You both saw it slipping, and instead of dragging it out and letting it die slowly, you made the smart, painful decision to stop. Even if you don’t want to admit it, that was the right call.”

Satoru let out a humorless laugh. “Right. That doesn’t feel like the right word when it leaves me staring at her like an abandoned puppy.”

Suguru shrugged. “Sure, it hurts. But that doesn’t mean it’s over. That doesn’t mean you can’t… go back to being what you were. Do it the right way this time.”

Satoru dug his hands into the couch cushions. “And what if she’s moved on?”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, voice calm but sharp. “Perspective, genius. Do you really think she’s in love with someone else already? No. I’m sure she’s not. She’s probably just as confused, just as ridiculous as you are, and laughing with someone else doesn’t mean she’s in love with them. That conclusion? Stupid.”

Satoru stared at him, blinking. “Stupid?”

“Yeah, stupid,” Suguru said, mock severity in his tone. “You both are so stupid it’s giving me a headache. So stop being miserable and deal with your feelings like a big boy. You’re better than this.”

Satoru let out a long exhale. He wanted to argue, to insist, but… deep down, he knew Suguru was right.

“Think about it,” Suguru said, smirking. He started walking toward the door. “See you later”

Satoru watched him leave, the sound of the door clicking shut behind Suguru echoing in the apartment. Alone, he let the weight of his own thoughts settle over him. 

Eight months. Eight months of trying to convince himself that you had done the right thing, that stepping away before it all collapsed was smart, necessary even. And it had been. He knew that. Every rational thought told him so. 

But it had been enough time apart. He needed you. And if you needed him just a little, well… he was going to cling to that possibility.

He let himself feel it—anxiety, longing, frustration, and something sharper beneath it all: anticipation.

Fuck it. Fuck that stupid parasite boy. Fuck civil. Fuck smart, adult, mature, rational.

He was going.

Tonight could actually be fun, you repeated it again while fixing your hair in the mirror. And God, you needed it. After a week of your brain torturing you with Satoru’s face, replaying a thousand memories you really didn’t ask for, a party—alcohol and your friends—felt like the only reasonable cure.

Even better, it was just Rin’s place: small, full of familiar faces. Nothing out of the ordinary. And definitely nothing that involved him.

Your ex-boyfriend would never show up here. Not at Rin’s. And that was fine—safer, even.

You didn’t worry about the possibility of bumping into him. Why would you? He wouldn’t come.

So you didn’t think about him while getting ready. 

You slipped on your boots and checked your phone one last time before grabbing your jacket and stepping outside into the cool night. 

By the time you reached Rin’s house, you could already hear voices echoing down the hallway. You knocked once and let yourself in. The living room was dim, lit by fairy lights. People waved at you, someone handed you a drink before you could even take off your jacket. 

You let the noise drown out the week you’d had. You let your shoulders drop.

You didn’t think of him. Not until your brain decided to betray you in the one quiet moment you found—leaning back against the kitchen counter, your gaze drifting toward nothing.

It hit you then.

The last time a night like this didn’t feel fragile was before everything cracked.

The rain that night felt heavier inside your apartment than outside. 

Satoru stood in the middle of your room, hoodie half-zipped, shoulders curled inward, hair a mess.

You both looked exhausted. 

His classes, your internship. His tutoring job, your lab hours. Schedules that didn’t align. Everything was pulling you in different directions.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you said quietly, sitting at the edge of the big bed you bought just so the two of you could fall asleep comfortably together. Your fingers twisted the sheets. “We need to stop before we ruin this. Before we ruin us.”

Your voice barely rose above a whisper, but it landed with the weight of a confession neither of you wanted to make.

He closed his eyes like hearing it spoken aloud physically hurt him. 

“I know,” he murmured, almost soundless. The admission felt defeated. He’d been thinking about it for a while. It didn’t make the ache in his chest any less sharp. “I just… didn’t want to be the one to say it. Didn’t want to accept it.”

You didn’t mean to sob. It slipped out before you could swallow it, and the sound tore something open inside him. He swayed on his feet, chest tightening. He crossed the room in three steps and sank to his knees in front of you.

When he cupped your face, his hands were warm but trembling. His blue eyes—usually bright, teasing, full of summer sky—looked dim. Clouded. Like he was shoving every tear back where it came from because he didn’t want to make this harder for you.

You saw him do it. You saw the exact second he forced the pain inward, because that’s just who he was.

Your forehead touched his for a second, his breath shaking against your mouth. His fingers slid to your jaw, tracing you like he was memorizing every angle.

Your lips brushed once and his cologne, his shampoo, the faint caramel-sweet scent of his favorite coffee—all of it wrapped around you one last time.

When you pulled back, his hands lingered a second longer, reluctant, like they didn’t understand why they had to let go.

“I love you” he whispered one last time, his voice barely holding together.

Then he stood, turned, and walked out of your apartment. And you stayed there, heart in your hands.

When you finally snapped back to reality, you finished your whole drink in one go. Kentaro and Rin must have noticed your absence, because a moment later they were opening the door. You forced a small smile and lifted your hand in a half–wave

“Hey, why are you hiding over here?” Rin asked.

“I’m not hiding, I just came to get a drink” you said, half-true

“Sure. And I came here to major in economics. Let’s go, it’s better outside.” Kentaro said 

You rolled your eyes, set the empty cup aside, and let them guide you back toward the living room. The door swung open, and a wave of laughter and chatter spilled out. 

You were halfway down the hallway when Kentaro suddenly stopped.

Rin did too, so abruptly you nearly bumped into her. She lifted an arm in front of you, blocking your path.

“Okay,” she said too cheerfully, “you know what? The kitchen? Great vibes. Incredible vibes. We should definitely go back.”

“…What?” you said, confused

She didn’t answer. Kentaro didn’t either.

They exchanged a look— one of those wordless, loaded, oh-no looks.

You leaned between them and saw him.

He was there, leaning casually against the wall, looking like reality itself bent to accommodate him, like the space around him retreated before his presence. Tall, broad-shouldered, hair falling into his eyes with that infuriating, effortless perfection. A girl was saying something beside him—too close, too eager—but he wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed on you.

Rin whispered under her breath “Shit.”

“Told you,” Kentaro muttered. “That’s the yearning face” 

Your pulse jumped so suddenly you felt a pain in your chest. Seeing Satoru Gojo twice in seven days shouldn’t have been allowed — not for your nervous system.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he still occupied a room. Or the way he was looking at you now.

Not startled. Not smug. It was different from the look he gave you a week ago. 

It was focused. Like in a room full of people, he’d found the only thing he came for. 

You couldn’t take it—not this time. So you were the one to break the stare, your gaze slipping away first.

“We should go,” you said to your friends, and they didn’t argue.

The party kept spinning around you. You tried not to look again. You really did. But your eyes kept drifting across the room like they had a mind of their own. And every single time, Satoru was already watching you.

You grabbed another drink.

Then another.

Then maybe another.

Eventually, the noise got too loud, your thoughts too messy, and your heart too aware of every shift in Satoru’s direction. You slipped away, weaving through the crowd until you found an empty room at the end of the hall.

The door closed softly behind you.

You weren’t sure why you were there — to breathe, maybe. To steady yourself. To stop feeling like he was seeing through you, like he could read your mind.

You heard the door click open behind you.

You turned.

He leaned back against the door, cheeks flushed from alcohol. His eyes met yours and your throat tightened. 

He was the first to speak

“I told Suguru I didn’t want to make shit complicated.”

He moved away from the door and stepped closer, slow, deliberate “You’re making that impossible.”

Words were stuck in your throat. Maybe the alcohol, maybe because he was looking handsome as ever, maybe because he was wearing that cologne that drove you crazy

“Are you dating him?” The question sounded ripped out of him.

“Satoru—” You knew he meant Kentaro, once again

“I know I don’t have the right to be jealous. But I am. Answer me and put me out of my misery, please” he begged

“No” you said “I’m not dating him”

His shoulders dropped in a silent exhale — relief he wasn’t able to hide. Then, his voice softened — dangerously, intimately:

“You’re not dating him” he repeated, more to himself than to you.

“Why are you here?” you asked

“Because you were looking at me.”

You blinked, but you didn’t look away. Not even when he stepped closer. Not even when his chest nearly brushed yours 

“Do you even know what you’re doing to me?” His voice was low, truth loosening every word.

Your eyes flicked down — just for a second — to his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes dropping to your lips. “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to touch you.”

Your breath caught, sharp. But you didn’t deny it. And he saw that— the hesitation, the alcohol-softened truth, the pull you were both trying to ignore.

You didn’t even have time to think. He was the one who surged forward, his mouth crashing into yours with a kind of pent-up desperation that nearly made your knees buckle.

Your back hit the dresser with a soft thud as his hands gripped your hips. You gasped, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

You tugged at his shirt — the moment your fingers brushed his skin, he groaned, low and dark, pulling your leg up around his waist. His thigh pressed between your legs, and your hips jerked forward on instinct — his breath caught, sharp and obscene.

“Shit— I missed you,” he murmured between kisses “You have no idea—”

His hands slid under your shirt, slow but confident, fingers spreading over your waist like he was memorizing the shape all over again.

His head dropped to your neck, leaving wet, hungry kisses before he caught your earlobe between his teeth—just like he always used to.

You whimpered. He pressed into you, desperate, grinding just enough to make your knees shake.

Then—

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound yanked you out of the moment.

Fuck.

What were you doing?

The realization hit like cold water, your breath stuttering as the room tilted. This wasn’t right.

What were you two even thinking?

You tore yourself out of his grip so fast his breath hitched. You didn’t look at him—just turned, crossed the room in a rush, and pulled the door open before your mind could catch up. 

“Woah—” a familiar voice said as your shoulder hit a solid chest.

Suguru blinked down at you, surprise flickering across his face.

He opened his mouth—maybe to ask something—but you were already moving past him, fast, barely offering a rushed “sorry.”

You didn’t look back. You just kept going, down the hall, out into the cold air.

Your pulse was still erratic, your skin still trembling where his hands had been, and your thoughts a mess of what the hell you two were doing.

You flagged the first cab you saw and slid inside, breathless.

—

Satoru was still staring at the doorway where you’d just disappeared. His hands were in his hair, his breath unsteady.

“I fucked up,” he muttered to his friend.

“You just jumped straight into making out without even talking about your damn feelings first, didn’t you?”

Satoru shut his eyes, jaw clenching. “I’m an idiot.”

“Go.”

His eyes opened. “What?”

“Go after her, you dumbass.”

He didn’t waste another second. He bolted. 

He reached the entrance, swung the door open— Nothing.

“Shit” he breathed

Of course you were gone. Of course you ran.

He didn’t stop to think. 

He hurried out to the street, where his car was still parked, yanked the door open, slid into the driver’s seat, and headed straight for your apartment.

You hadn't been there long when you heard him on the other side of the door. A rough, uneven breath— like he was trying and failing to get himself under control. Then the knock, sharp but shaky, and—

“Please.”

Soft. Unsteady. Broken.

Your hand was already on the doorknob before your mind caught up.

You opened it.

He stood there with a crease carved between his brows, mouth parted, chest rising too fast — like he’d sprinted the whole way and then forgotten how to breathe. 

He didn’t step forward. Didn’t try to come in. He just looked at you, and something inside him snapped open, raw and unfiltered.

The words came immediately, spilling out faster than he could think them.

“I can’t— I can’t pretend that didn’t happen,” he said, voice rough, every syllable tumbling out in a rush. “I can’t act like it was some impulse or— or nostalgia or the alcohol, or whatever bullshit people say when they’re trying to downplay something that meant everything.”

You stayed by the door, fingers curling at your sides 

“I haven’t been okay. Not for a long time.” A breath, shaking. “Fuck— I don’t think I’ve been okay since that night.”

Your chest tightened, a slow, warm ache blooming beneath your ribs.

“I never moved on,” he said. “I don’t think I ever even tried to. Everyone tells you that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? You go out, you work, you laugh at the right moments, you pretend you’re fine. And it works— until suddenly it doesn’t.”

He shut his eyes, breathed hard through his nose, and when he opened them again, something sharp and wounded flickered there. Satoru didn’t cry, but this was close— painfully close.

“Last week,” he said quietly. “When I saw you with him.”

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“I thought you’d moved on. You looked happy. You were smiling, laughing. And I just—” His voice cracked, barely but unmistakably “I went home and stared at my ceiling, trying to convince myself it was fine. That you were allowed to be happy with someone else.” He shook his head, jaw tight.

“And then I talked to Suguru. And something lit up in me. A stubborn, stupid hope that maybe— maybe you felt even a fraction of what I’ve been feeling all this time.”

You stepped closer, drawn in by a pull neither of you could fight.

“And then I kissed you.” He laughed once, thin and humorless. “Like my body decided it didn’t give a damn about common sense or self-respect or the fact that we’re supposed to have boundaries now.”

He swallowed, throat bobbing. 

“But what actually wrecked me was that you kissed me back.”

He kept going, voice tripping over itself, desperate to outrun the panic rising inside him.

“Because when you kissed me back, I felt—” His mouth struggled around the word. “I felt like I had you again. Even if it was one fucking second, I believed it.”

You inhaled slowly. Your lungs felt too small. He stood rigid, arms stiff at his sides, as if touching you too soon would burn him.

“And when I saw you run away from me,” he whispered, “I knew I fucked up.”

You parted your lips to speak, but he shook his head sharply.

“Please let me finish.” Not demanding — pleading.

“We broke up because it was the responsible thing to do. Because life was too loud, and neither of us could breathe under it.” he blinked hard, steadying himself. “But I— I can’t be responsible anymore. I can’t pretend that kiss didn’t feel like oxygen after months underwater.”

Your throat tightened, your fingers slowly curling again at your sides.

“I’m not asking for anything,” he said, voice trembling on the edge of breaking. “I just—”

He exhaled shakily, then let everything go in one helpless, frantic burst:

“I needed you to know that I never stopped loving you. Not for a single fucking day.”

The room went utterly still.

“I love you,” he said, voice raw. “I’m so pathetically in love with you.” 

His eyes searched your face like he was bracing for an impact he wasn’t sure he’d survive. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart slammed once, painfully hard. The words in your chest were too heavy to force through your throat. Inside you, everything trembled — because every piece of his pain mirrored your own.

The months pretending. The sleepless nights. Waiting for something inside you to quiet that never did.

He loved you.

He still loved you.

And the overwhelming truth thrummed through every part of you.

You drew in a slow, steady breath and stepped closer—small, deliberate steps—until you were standing right in front of him.

Your hands rose to his cheeks, guiding his face down until his eyes were locked on yours. His breath trembled under your thumbs, but you didn’t hesitate.

“Satoru,” you started softly “I didn’t run away because I didn’t want you. I ran because everything came back at once. The feelings, the ache, the weight of what we were .. and what we lost”

You swallowed, but your voice stayed steady.

“I wasn’t okay either. All this time I kept telling myself to move on, to forget. That it was the mature thing to do. But it wasn’t maturity. It was fear.”

Your thumbs brushed the curve of his cheekbones, grounding both of you 

“We thought leaving was the right choice back then. And maybe it was.”

A breath.

“But not anymore.”

His breath hitched—sharp, undone.

You leaned your forehead to his, your voice dropping to a whisper.

“I’m scared of losing you again. Terrified. But I’m more scared of pretending I don’t want this.”

You drew in a slow breath, a decision settling in your bones.

“So I’m choosing you. Fully. No excuses.”

His eyes widened— stunned, wrecked, hopeful at all once. 

And then you said it, steady and certain:

“I love you.”

His entire body reacted — a violent, shuddering exhale as he leaned into your hands like you’d just given him something he’d been starving for.

Every wall he’d built collapsed in a single, devastating instant.

A soft, broken sound escaped him— relief, disbelief, longing — everything he’d been holding back for months. 

“I love you, Satoru” you repeated, firmer, because he needed to hear it—and because you needed to say it.

And then you kissed him—slow, deep, sure—

A kiss that didn’t run away from the fear, but walked straight through it.

He melted into it with a shudder, his hands sliding to your waist and the back of your neck, pulling you in like he’d been waiting months for this exact moment.

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your fingers curling into his hoodie—and he answered with every part of him— like you were something he’d lost and finally, finally gotten back.

You didn’t break the kiss when you dragged him deeper inside, one hand tangled in his hoodie, the other pulling him by the nape. He followed blindly, stumbling a little as you tugged him toward you.

He kicked the door shut with his leg, not breaking the kiss, not even breathing properly. His hands tightened on your waist, then your back, then your hips — like he couldn’t decide which part of you he needed to hold just to believe you were actually real.

“Satoru—” you whispered against his mouth.

He groaned softly and kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand sliding up your spine like he couldn’t get you close enough.

By the time you reached the couch, your pulse was hammering. You pushed him back onto it and he fell with a soft grunt, looking up at you like you were the only thing that had ever made sense.

You pulled your shirt over your head, letting it fall somewhere behind you, leaving you in just your black lace bra as you stepped closer.

He slid his hands to the backs of your thighs and drew you toward him until his nose brushed your lower stomach. He kissed you there, warm and slow.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against your skin.

You smiled down at him and slipped off your skirt and matching black panties, his hands releasing you only long enough to let you strip.

“Take it off,” you told him, eyes flicking to his shirt.

He obeyed immediately, tugging it over his head, breath unsteady as his gaze returned to you.

Then you started to lower yourself between his knees, but his hand shot forward, cupping your jaw before your knees even touched the floor.

“No,” he said instantly — not harsh, but desperate.

“Not tonight.”

Your brows lifted as you slowly rose, and he took both your hips, turning you around and pulling you back until you were seated between his thighs — your back aligning perfectly with his chest.

“Just like this,” he murmured, his hands sliding to your waist.

You settled into him, breath shaky. His legs spread wider behind you, and you bit your lip when you felt him against your ass, hard and already straining against his pants.

He kissed your shoulder once — slow, warm — then ran his hands down the length of your thighs.

“Open your legs for me,” he whispered against your ear.

Your breath stuttered.

“Let me touch you,” he added, voice cracking, “please”

You parted your legs. Sitting like this, your feet didn’t even touch the floor; you were completely in his hold — and he knew it.

Satoru inhaled sharply and rested his forehead against your shoulder for a moment, like he needed a second to steady himself. You were spread open on his lap, warm and exposed, and he looked a second away from losing his mind.

His fingers slid up your inner thigh, slow and warm, drawing soft circles that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Easy…” he whispered, lips brushing your neck, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

His other hand moved higher until his fingers brushed the heat between your legs. The light touch made your hips jerk, a soft gasp slipping out of you before you could stop it.

“Fuck, baby—” Satoru moaned quietly into your skin. “You’re so wet for me.”

The tips of his fingers glided through the slickness easily, your hips reacting before you could hold them still. You felt his breath falter, his chest pressing harder against your back as if the feel of you was too much.

He dragged his fingers through you again, slower this time, spreading the wetness over your skin. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, a shaky inhale rattling out of you each time his touch circled deeper, firmer, slipping over your clit perfectly. He knew you so well it didn’t surprise you—he found the rhythm you needed almost instantly.

Your eyes rolled back and you clutched at his forearm. 

“Satoru—” you moaned.

“Hm?” he hummed, kissing your shoulder, then your neck, then the edge of your jaw. “Let me hear you.”

A soft whimper escaped you, and you felt his smile against your neck a split second before he slid two fingers inside you—slow, careful, deliberate.

Your whole body arched.

He held you tighter against his chest, curling his fingers inside you with devastating precision.

“That’s it… just like that,” he murmured, his free hand sliding up to cup and squeeze your breast, his thumb brushing your nipple through the lace in slow circles. “Let me take care of you.”

You were trembling now, unable to keep your breath quiet. He brought his hand to your throat, holding you gently as he licked and softly bit the side of your earlobe, his fingers inside you never losing pace—if anything, they grew more focused, more sure.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against your ear. “So, so beautiful.”

You grabbed his thigh beside you, nails sinking into the fabric of his pants for something to hold on to.

“Satoru— I’m—”

“I know, baby,” he said, voice low and steady, lips brushing your ear. “Let go for me.”

His thumb pressed against your clit at the exact moment his fingers curled deeper, and your body melted back into him—heat flooding through you, aftershocks trembling through your thighs as a soft cry slipped out of you. He murmured your name into your skin, kissing along your neck as you came undone in his hand.

He kept holding you, grounding you, and when your breathing finally steadied, you slowly pushed yourself up, only to turn and straddle him.

You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing along his cheekbones, and kissed him —slow and deep, a kiss that pulled a low groan from the back of his throat. Then you trailed your lips down his neck, along the line of his jaw, to the hollow beneath his ear. 

Your fingers slid into his hair and tugged lightly. His breath stuttered; his eyes fluttered; his hands finally moved, traveling up your sides like he couldn’t stop himself.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He was flushed, lips swollen, hair deliciously messy. Pupils wide and desperate. Completely undone.

“Lie back,” you whispered.

He obeyed instantly, sinking into the cushions like he was offering himself to you.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, voice hoarse, “how much I missed you”

You smiled, letting your weight settle on his lap, feeling the hard length of him press against your exposed cunt  “I think I do.”

A broken sound tore from his throat, something between a gasp and a curse. His hands clamped around your hips, fingers digging in like instinct, like he needed to hold on to something before he lost himself completely.

“Jesus—” he moaned, head falling back against the couch, chest rising in a sharp, trembling inhale.

You shifted just slightly—barely—and his whole body shuddered beneath you. His thumbs stroked your hips as he pressed his forehead to your collarbone, breathing you in like he needed it.

“Tell me what to do,” he murmured, voice low. “I’ll do anything.”

You dragged your hands down his chest, then lower, trailing until your fingers brushed the waistband of his pants and boxers.

A silent instruction.

His fingers moved fast, hooking into the fabric and shoving both his pants and boxer down his thighs, breath hitching when he freed himself. You bit your lip at the sight and reached behind your back, unclasping your bra.

The straps slipped down your shoulders, the lace falling away, and his reaction was immediate.

“You’re—” His voice cracked, eyes drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin “–too perfect for me”

You leaned in slightly, and he caught you by the hips, gentle but firm, desperate to keep you still.

“Don’t move yet,” he whispered, voice fraying. “Give me a second—just a second.”

His hands held you softly, reverently, fighting to hold onto the control he was already losing.

Then, wrecked as he looked, his gaze flicked up.

“Wait—” He reached blindly toward his discarded jeans, searching for his wallet.

But before he could even touch the fabric, your hand closed around his wrist

“We’re good,” you murmured, breath warm against his lips. “I’m on it. And I need you raw, please”

His pupils dilated so fast it looked like the air had been punched out of him.

You kissed him again, your hips rolling just slightly, enough to make his breath catch and his hands clench at your thighs.

He let out a low, desperate sound against your mouth.

“Fuck—” he whispered “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Not planning on it,” you said, lips brushing his jaw. 

Your hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around him, and his hips were already twitching into your touch. You lifted your hips just slightly, guiding him to your entrance.

You moaned when his tip brushed against you, and with his fingers digging into your hips, you began to sink down onto him

“Holy—” He cut himself off with a strangled moan, his head snapping back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut  “God, you feel— fuck—”

“Satoru…” you murmured against his ear, your breath hot on his skin. “Look at me while I ride you baby.”

His eyes fluttered open—pupils blown wide, half-lidded, worshipping you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. 

God, he wanted to keep his eyes closed—just to survive you. But you smiled, and tugged his hair, dragging him like you owned him. And fucking hell… you did.

“Good boy.”

He tried to speak, maybe say something cocky, something clever—but the moment you started bouncing on him, every slap of your skin against his thighs knocked the thoughts clean out of his head, making him stupid for you. His mouth fell open, his chest rising fast as he failed to swallow a moan.

“Tch—fuck…”

You rolled your hips slow and punishing, and everything in his mind burned white.

His grip on your hips tightened, desperate, fighting not to fall apart. You were guiding the pace and he let you—god, he wanted you to. He wanted to give you every bit of control with his body, the same way he’d already handed you his heart.

He whispered I love you into your mouth over and over like it was the only truth he knew.

Your pace quickened, heat coiling low and heavy between you, pulling both your bodies tighter and tighter—

“Satoru,” you gasped, nails sinking into his shoulders.

He cupped your face, kissing you like he was falling apart.

You moved harder, deeper, both of you unraveling, kisses turning messy, hands grabbing whatever they could reach.

You felt him stutter beneath you — his body tensing, breath breaking apart —

“Baby— I’m— fuck—”

You kissed him hard, swallowing the noise that tore from his throat as he came inside you, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.

Your own climax followed in a wave, heat crashing through you as you buried your face in his neck, shaking against him while he held you through it.

And then the world softened. He kept you pressed to his chest, kissing your shoulder

“I love you so fucking much,” he breathed, voice wrecked “Please don’t go”

“I won’t” you whispered, “I love you” 

—

Satoru brushed his fingers up and down your spine, the soap slipping warm and gentle over your skin as the steam curled around both of you.

The shower was quiet except for the water hitting tile. His touch was slow, careful—nothing like the desperation from minutes ago.

“You okay?” he asked softly, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your cheek resting on his collarbone. “Are you?”

He let out a small, breathy laugh.

“I am now.”

You cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing his cheekbone, and gave him a tiny peck.

He blinked once—slow— a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

When you stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around you and dried you off before even bothering with himself.

He stayed in just his boxers, grabbed his hoodie, and held it open.

“Arms up,” he commanded.

You obeyed.

He pulled the hoodie over your shoulders. It swallowed you whole—warm, soft, smelling like him.

“Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, almost annoyed at how much he loved the sight.

You tugged gently at his arm.

“Come to bed?”

He hesitated only because he was staring at you like you’d just handed him the sun.

“Yeah. Yeah—‘course.”

Then he slipped an arm under your legs and another around your back.

“Satoru—” you squeaked, surprised.

“What?” he said, already carrying you toward the bedroom. “You think I’m letting you walk after that?”

You buried your face against his neck to hide your smile, but he noticed anyway.

He set you down on the bed carefully, then climbed in beside you. He lay on his back and opened an arm in silent invitation.

You moved instantly—curling onto his chest, your head rising with each steady breath he took. His hand slid into your hair, thumb brushing your scalp, while his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.

Your legs tangled loosely with his.

He pressed one last kiss to your hairline, sleepy and soft.

“I love you,” he muttered.

“I love you too, love.”

His hand squeezed your waist—barely there, already drifting into sleep.

And for the first time in months, sleep came easy—for both of you.

You opened your eyes slowly, still half-asleep, and the first thing you felt was Satoru’s large hand resting over your waist. His hoodie was warm around your body, and the faint morning light spilled beautifully across the sheets. A smile tugged at your lips.

At some point during the night you’d ended up as the little spoon — not that you were complaining.

He seemed to be asleep, breath steady and his chin resting on your head, so you didn’t dare move too much. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your phone on the nightstand.

Rin and Kentaro.

Your eyes flew open. Oh god. You’d run out yesterday and completely forgotten to text anyone.

Trying not to wake the heavy, white-haired menace behind you, you reached carefully for your phone.

Rin: Where are you? Rin: Are you alive? Rin: Nevermind, I found you. Rin: Thank god for Find My app, idiot. Rin: ARE YOU WITH GOJO, YOU LITTLE SHIT?? Rin: ANSWER ME Rin: Suguru already told me. Take care, lovebirds. Text me when you wake up hehe.

You rolled your eyes and typed a quick reply before switching chats.

Kentaro: heyyy Kentaro: you good? did you make it home? Kentaro: Rin told me ;) take care

You were about to type a response when a warm hand suddenly snatched the phone right out of yours.

You gasped and twisted slightly in his arms.

Satoru didn’t even try to hide that he’d been awake the whole time. His chin slid onto your shoulder, warm and heavy.

“Who,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep, “are you texting this early in the morning?”

He squinted at the screen. “Huh.”

“Satoru—” you reached for your phone.

“Don’t ‘Satoru’ me.”

He kept the phone out of reach, his arm caging you easily. “I wake up holding you, and the first thing I see is that parasite boy on your screen.”

“Parasite boy?” you frowned.

“Yeah. Your clingy friend.”

You rolled your eyes and tugged the device gently from his hand. “You can’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he murmured—though the gravel in his voice suggested otherwise. His fingers slipped under the hem of the hoodie you were wearing—his hoodie—gliding slowly across your bare waist. “But I wake up with you in my arms, and then I see him on your screen.”

His palm flattened on your hip.

“And you were about to answer him,” he added quietly. “Before even saying good morning to me.”

“That’s not—”

He cut you off without raising his voice, lips brushing your neck.

“That does things to a man.”

You turned your head toward him, meeting heavy, possessive, half-lidded blue eyes.

“You’re jealous again,” you whispered.

“Maybe,” he admitted without shame.

“But also…” His gaze swept down your body, slow and deliberate, then back up. “I know exactly how to get over it.”

Your lips parted, but he leaned in first, murmuring against your ear:

“I was a good boy yesterday, wasn’t I?”

His hand slid up your side, over the hoodie, fingertips grazing your ribs.

“Now put the phone down,” he whispered, voice dropping into something dangerous.

His hand clamped around your hip, pulling you fully back against him—and that’s when you felt him. Hard. Thick. Pressed right against your ass.

“And be a good girl for me.”

Heat flooded through you.

The phone slipped from your fingers onto the mattress without resistance.

Satoru smirked—slow, satisfied—and lowered his mouth to your neck.

“Good girl.”

His hand trailed down your thigh, guiding it forward, parting your legs just enough. Then the warmth of him shifted behind you—his hand leaving your waist for just a moment—

—and you felt the soft rustle of fabric as he pushed his boxers down.

A second later, the bare length of him brushed against your backside. Hot. Heavy. Wanting.

“You feel that?” he whispered, reverent. “That’s what only you do to me.”

His fingers hooked the side of your panties and dragged the fabric aside—not off, just enough.

Just access.

You were already embarrassingly wet, and he felt it.

“So needy,” he murmured, one hand returning to your hip, grinding himself slowly into the curve of your ass.

You inhaled sharply, hips shifting on instinct—

And his grip tightened instantly. His hand slid down to your thigh, holding you still.

You tried again.

He didn’t let you move an inch.

“Stay still.”

A command. Soft. Absolute.

“You’re punishing me,” you breathed.

He hummed against your neck. “Not trying to.”

Your gasp slipped out the moment the head of his cock slid between your folds—no penetration, just the thick, deliberate drag of him gliding through your slick. The friction jolted through your entire body.

Satoru exhaled shakily behind you.

He rolled his hips once. Slow. Controlled.

His length fit perfectly between your thighs, dragging right over your clit in devastating pressure.

Your hand shot back to grab at his thigh, nails sinking in.

“Satoru—”

He thrust again—smooth and heavy—grinding the length of his cock along your soaked cunt. Your legs trembled.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good, baby”

Your hips jerked involuntarily.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pinning you exactly where he wanted you.

“Be a good girl,” he breathed. “Take it slow. Let me make you come like this.”

You choked on a moan, clutching at his forearm.

His lips brushed your throat, teeth scraping lightly.

Another slow roll of his hips—harder, deeper—and the friction shot straight through your spine.

“Satoru—” you gasped.

He chuckled softly. “I remember my beautiful girl having a filthy mouth when she’s horny. So say what you really want to say, honey”

“Fuck. I need your cock inside me now. Fuck me stupid, cum inside me—give me your fucking babies.”

You felt him twitch violently.

“Shit,” he groaned, voice breaking with the effort of holding back. “I will. I’ll fuck you exactly how you want.” he said, voice deep and sinful against your skin.

Your breath caught.

“But first,” he continued, his lips dragging up your neck, “you’re going to come like this.”

His hand slipped between your legs again, slow and knowing.

“And then I’m going to take you from behind, and you’ll come again.”

His hips pressed forward, deliberate, teasing.

“And after that…” his voice dropped to a growl, “I’ll fuck you while looking at your pretty face, and make you come a third time.”

He rocked into you with devastating rhythm

Your breathing turned uneven, your body tightening around nothing, the ache unbearable.

Your hand clutched his forearm, trembling.

“Come for me,” he whispered against your skin, voice ragged. “Soak me.”

You fell apart.

Your knees tightened, your breath hitched, and pleasure ripped through you in sharp waves. Satoru held you through every tremor, whispering your name, steadying you until your body finally eased.

When your breathing steadied, he was already kissing your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded, dizzy and spent.

He shifted behind you— and you felt him again. Still hard. Still throbbing. Still very much not done.

“Good,” he said, turning you gently onto your back.

“Because now,” he whispered, settling between your legs, eyes dark and hungry— “I’m gonna give my girl what she wanted.”

You barely had time to breathe before he tugged his hoodie off your body in one smooth pull. Then his fingers hooked into your panties and dragged them down your thighs and tossed them somewhere in the room.

He flipped you gently onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up to meet him.

Your breath tangled in your throat as his palms spread you open, thumbs pressing softly into the swell of your hips.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick and already wrecked. “You’re the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever laid on”

His palm slide up your spine in one slow stroke and your stomach tightened.  “Arch your back, baby.”

You did—instantly—and the sound that tore from his throat was almost feral 

Then he lined himself up and he slid into you, slow at first, then all the way, filling you completely. The pace he set was relentless, devastating.

“You’re gonna ruin me.”

Every thrust dragged fire through your body, the pleasure coiling fast, too fast. You were slipping into that overstimulated, desperate edge again.

He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in—deep, heavy, claiming.

A cry tore from your throat. Your arms trembled.

“I can’t— it’s too—”

“You can,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “You’re already close again, aren’t you? My girl is so fucking sensitive this morning.”

You whined, your body shaking.

“You like it like this?” he rasped, fucking you deeper. “Me behind you, holding you open, fucking you until you forget your name?”

You nodded—too frantic to speak.

“Use your words.”

“Yes—” you gasped, voice breaking. “I love it—I love you—”

His hips faltered for a split second. Then he cursed under his breath, the sound raw and disbelieving.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

He groaned, head dropping to your shoulder blade as his pace turned messy, desperate.

“Come” he demanded, pressing a hand to your stomach “Give it to me again, please”

Your second orgasm slammed into you, shaking you apart from the inside out.

He held you through it—guiding you down onto the mattress with one hand on your back, the other squeezing your hip—keeping the thrusts deep and steady as you rode the aftershocks.

When your breath finally steadied, he slowed, pulled out of you with a quiet frustrated groan, and guided you onto your back.

He hovered over you, settled between your legs—hair messy, pupils blown wide, chest rising too fast. He looked wrecked. Beautifully, painfully wrecked. He was so hard it almost hurt just to look at him; he was holding back so much to make sure you came again and again. 

You cupped his cheek and kissed him softly, your thumb stroking his lower lip.

“You’re so good to me…” you whispered against his mouth. “My sweet boy.”

His breath stuttered, hips jerking forward just from your voice.

You brushed your fingers over his eyelashes, tender and slow.

“You have the most beautiful eyes in the world.”

He let out a soft, broken whimper.

“I love when you look at me when you’re smiling…” you said, kissing him again, biting his lip gently.

“And I love when you look at me when you’re on top of me… when you’re inside me.”

His hand fisted the sheets beside your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, guiding him in. He slid into you again in one slow, devastating thrust.

“You f— you f-feel too good,” he choked. “Baby, don’t— you’re gonna make me—”

“You fuck me so well,” you teased, voice warm, sultry. “So deep. So… right.”

“I don’t know how I survived these eight months without you.”

“No one compares to you. No one.”

“I’m so lucky… the most handsome man treats me so well… and ruins me so perfectly”

His eyes squeezed shut, a helpless groan ripping from his chest.

His hands framed your face as he kissed you—deep, messy, claiming—his hips moving with a pace he was barely controlling.

“I missed you,” he whispered into your mouth, voice breaking. “So much—so fucking much—”

You traced his jaw, your voice breathless “You’re perfect”

“D-don’t— say it like that—” he begged, thrust faltering. “Baby, I’m trying to last—”

“Why?” you whispered in his ear, kissing down his throat.

“I want to feel you fall apart for me. I want you to lose it.”

His hips stuttered violently.

“You’re so handsome…”

“So strong…”

“S–stop—” he gasped, the word falling apart in his throat, “I can’t— I’m gonna— I’m—”

You dragged your nails down his back, pulling him deeper, anchoring him to you.

“Come for me,” you whispered, breath hot against his ear. “Come inside me, Satoru.”

His breath hitched—his whole body tightening above you—and then the words spilled out raw, unfiltered, instinctive:

“I wanna marry you.”

Another thrust—deep, desperate, uncontrolled.

“Want you to be the mother of my children.”

His forehead pressed to yours, his voice breaking open completely.

“Wanna call you my wife— f-fuck— wanna wake up to you every morning, wanna fuck you just like this— every day— forever—”

You moaned, your walls clenching hard around him, pulling him in deeper.

“Satoru—”

“Come with me,” he begged, thrusting hard, messy, losing all control.

“Please—baby— come with me— I need it— I need you—”

You did. 

Hard.

Your orgasm hit like a shockwave, pulling his right out of him—

He groaned your name, long and guttural, and spilled inside you, hips pressed tight to yours as he came undone completely. 

You held him, kissing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth as he shook through the last waves. He collapsed onto you gently, breath hot against your neck, still inside you, still trembling. 

He dropped beside you a moment later, chest heaving, one arm automatically pulling you into him like his body didn’t know how not to.

“…Jesus Christ,” he muttered “I think I saw God.”

You snorted, half-dead. “I think you became God for a minute.”

“That’s right,” he mumbled, eyes closing, “worship me.”

You nudged him weakly with your elbow. “Shut up.”

He smiled — wide, blissed-out, boyish — and kissed your shoulder like he couldn’t help himself.

“Shower?” he murmured.

You groaned dramatically. “If I move right now my legs might fall off.”

“That’s fine,” he said, scooping you up with zero warning, “I’ll carry you.”

“Satoru!” you squealed, grabbing his shoulders as he lifted you bridal-style. 

He laughed all the way to the bathroom.

—

By the time you stepped out of the shower, your legs had finally stopped shaking. You threw on an oversized shirt, and ten minutes later you were flipping eggs, humming to yourself, when a pair of big, warm arms wrapped around your waist.

Satoru dropped his chin onto your shoulder like a dramatic koala.

“What are you doing?” you asked, smiling.

“Making sure my breakfast doesn’t run away.”

You snorted. “You ate me alive half an hour ago.”

“And I’m starving again,” he said, squeezing your hips.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. He kissed your cheek. Once. Twice. A third time just because he clearly had zero self-control.

“It wasn’t the heat of the moment.” he said suddenly

You blinked. “What?”

He repeated it, firmer this time. “It wasn’t the heat of the moment.”

You turned your head slightly, frowning. “What are you even—”

“I wanna marry you.”

You choked on air so violently he had to grab your elbow before you sent the pan flying.

He laughed, delighted. “Relax. I’m not proposing. I’m not a simple man. I wouldn’t do it in the kitchen”

You narrowed your eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’d probably hire a marching band, a parade, a helicopter, and a drone show spelling ‘MARRY ME’.”

He pointed at you proudly. “Exactly.”

You nudged him with your hip.

“I mean it. I want to call you my wife someday.”

Your chest tightened painfully sweet.

“Okay, husband,” you murmured, “but first we need to graduate.”

He groaned like you’d stabbed him. “Ugh. Why would you bring reality into my love confession?”

“Because it’s true.”

He swayed slightly with you in his arms.

“Well,” he sighed dramatically, kissing your shoulder, “if the rest of life is with you… I guess I’ll survive till graduation.”

You turned in his arms, cupped his cheeks, kissed him slow.

“I love you.”

He smiled — soft, bright, wrecking.

“I love you more.”

And after eight long months, everything felt right.

this was my first ever finished and published Satoru fic!! It’s crazy how after this, I just couldn’t stop writing. Definitely not my best work, but it holds such a special place in my heart 🩷

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!nerdjo x reader | part 3

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 1 here! . part 2 here!

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

When you arrived at the library on Friday afternoon, Satoru was already there.

He was sitting alone at a table tucked away in one of the quieter corners, a simple blue T-shirt stretched across his broad frame. His glasses rested neatly on the bridge of his nose as he stared intently at his laptop, white hair falling slightly over his forehead.

You lingered by the entrance for a moment, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag, before finally walking over.

"Hey" you said.

He looked up immediately. His expression softened into a small, genuine smile the second he saw you.

"Hey... you came."

"Of course I did."

"I, um..." He glanced at the cup sitting across from him. "I bought you coffee. It's just a latte. If you don't like it, that's okay. I didn't have your number, so I couldn't ask if you preferred oat milk or almond milk or—"

"Satoru," you interrupted, unable to hide your smile. "I like it. Thank you."

The tips of his ears turned a soft pink.

"...Okay" he mumbled, looking visibly relieved.

You settled into the chair across from him and pulled your notebooks from your bag. He tried to focus on his laptop, but you noticed how his eyes flicked up when you slipped off your jacket. The moment your gazes met, he quickly looked back down at his notes, his ears still flushed.

"So..." He cleared his throat. "Have you thought about what we should research?"

You paused as if considering his words, but you already knew what you were going to say. In fact, you'd known the moment you'd walked into the library. 

It was childish. Maybe even a little cruel. But after reading his reply the other night… You wanted to see his face when you said it.

You held his gaze.

"What about vancomycin?"

For a split second, something flashed across his face. His brows lifted ever so slightly. Surprise. Confusion. 

"...Vancomycin?"

You held his gaze.

"Yeah"

He stared at you for another beat. Then he blinked and gave a small, sheepish smile.

"I… wasn't expecting you to say that."

"Is that a bad idea?"

"No!" he answered a little too quickly. "No, not at all" He let out a quiet, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's actually one of my favorite antibiotics."

"Figures" you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Satoru blinked.

"I—sorry?"

Your eyes widened.

"Nothing"

He nodded and leaned forward slightly, visibly more comfortable now that the conversation had shifted to something academic. 

"We could focus on its mechanism of action and the molecular basis of resistance," he said, eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "There are a lot of interesting papers we could draw from. It could make for a strong presentation."

You nodded, trying to ignore how attractive he looked when he got excited about the topic.

"Sounds good to me."

For the next hour, the two of you worked quietly, reading through papers, comparing notes, and deciding which studies were worth including.

As you jotted down a few notes, your thoughts drifted back to the Q&A post.

There's this girl in my chem class

The blonde girl immediately came to mind. 

You glanced up from your notebook. Satoru was completely absorbed in the article in front of him, absently tapping his pen against the table as his brows furrowed in concentration.

A strange feeling settled in your chest.

Jealousy? 

…No. You barely knew him. 

"Replacing the amide linkage in D-Ala-D-Ala with an ester linkage in D-Ala-D-Lac alters both the hydrogen-bonding donor/acceptor capabilities and—"

He stopped.

"Are you... still with me?" He looked at you, searching your face with a mixture of concern and that characteristic, debilitating shyness. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Am I talking too much?"

His shoulders slumped just a little.

You blinked.

"No—no." You shook your head quickly. "I'm listening. Sorry... I'm just tired."

And catastrophically attracted to you.

Before he could apologize again, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"There you are."

You looked up to see Shoko making her way through the library, one hand tucked into the pocket of her jacket. She smiled the moment she spotted you.

"I've been looking everywhere for—" She stopped mid sentence.

Her eyes landed on Satoru. Then on you.

Then back on Satoru.

Her eyebrows climbed almost to her hairline.

You already knew that look. With a quiet sigh, you slowly shook your head.

Don't.

Shoko pressed her lips together, clearly fighting back a grin.

"This is Shoko," you said, gesturing toward her. "My friend."

Satoru looked up from his laptop, sitting a little straighter.

"Oh… Nice to meet you."

Shoko smiled warmly.

"Likewise." She tilted her head ever so slightly, looking him over for just a second. "You have really pretty eyes."

Satoru visibly froze. His ears immediately flushed pink.

"T-Thank you."

Only then did Shoko turn back to you, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"So," she said, as if she hadn't just short-circuited the poor guy, "you're still coming next Saturday, right?"

You frowned.

"...Next Saturday?"

"Choso's party?" she repeated.

You stared at her blankly.

"...There's a party?"

Shoko let out an exaggerated groan, dragging a hand down her face.

"Oh my God. The semester has completely eaten you alive. I've mentioned it, like... three times already. You are coming, though."

You winced.

"...Sorry."

She pointed a finger at you.

"You'd better be there."

You laughed softly.

"I will."

"Good."

With one last nod, Shoko turned to leave. As she walked past Satoru, she flashed him an easy smile.

"Bye, pretty eyes."

Satoru looked up, visibly caught off guard.

"O-Oh... bye."

She kept walking. Once she was behind him, she glanced back at you. Slowly, she mouthed—

Fucking. Handsome.

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh.

The two of you worked for another fifteen minutes in comfortable silence before Satoru finally closed the article on his screen.

"...I think we have enough to get started," he said quietly. "We can call it a day, if you'd like."

You looked up from your notebook.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Satoru closed his laptop and stood, instinctively ducking his tall frame beneath one of the low-hanging library lights. The motion was so natural it made something warm flutter in your chest.

"...See you in class, then."

You nodded, briefly distracted by how tall he looked standing so close. He offered you one last small, almost nervous smile before turning toward the exit.

"Wait."

He stopped mid-step and looked back at you.

You quickly tore a small sheet from your notebook and scribbled down your number before holding it out to him.

Satoru blinked in surprise.

"...My number," you said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "So we can plan another one." 

He accepted the paper carefully, as though he were afraid of crumpling it.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "...I'll text you later."

He paused, seeming to realize how that had sounded.

"...So you have my number too. I mean—for the project, of course."

You nodded.

"See you, Satoru."

With one last awkward nod, he turned and walked away a little faster than before.

—

A week slipped by faster than you expected.

He’d texted you just a few hours after you'd gotten back from the library that first Friday — a simple "Hey, this is Satoru" — and you’d saved his number with fingers that felt a little too eager.

Since then, the two of you had met once more. Working with him was surprisingly easy. Conversations flowed naturally when they stayed on the project, and before you knew it, you'd already finished nearly half of it in just two study sessions.

You'd done your best not to make things weird. Not to give yourself any more reasons to visit his page again.

But today...

You'd been walking down one of the science building's long hallways when you spotted him in the distance. The blonde girl was standing beside him again, talking animatedly about something you couldn't make out. 

Satoru listened quietly. Then, for whatever reason, he looked up. His eyes found yours from the other end of the hallway, surprise flashing across his face. He lingered there for a heartbeat before turning back to her. You watched his lips move.

"Okay."

That single word had been enough.

By the time you made it back to your room, your emotions were a tangled mess.

Jealousy. Want. Need. It was driving you insane.

Two glasses of wine later, the hesitation you usually carried melted away.

You chose the video he'd uploaded a couple days ago. The moment it started, your hand slipped between your thighs.

The camera was angled down over his body, capturing the subtle definition of his collarbones and the way his chest rose and fell with already shallow breaths. The grey sweatpants clung to his hips, the thick outline of his cock already straining against the soft fabric.

He didn’t start stroking right away. Instead, his large hand slowly dragged over the bulge, palm pressing down firmly, rubbing in lazy strokes. A low, shaky exhale escaped him.

Your fingers found your folds, already obscenely wet. You could feel your own slick coating your fingers as you started teasing your clit 

"Mmh… fuck," he whispered, voice already breathy. 

On the screen, his hips twitched upward into his own palm, chasing the pressure. He rubbed harder, fingers splaying wide so the heel of his hand dragged along the full length of his clothed cock. The fabric shifted, outlining every inch—thick, heavy, and clearly aching. 

"God… I need you to touch me. Please. I’ve been thinking about you all day."

The words hit you hard, jealousy flooding you once again. You weren't even lying to yourself anymore—you were fucking jealous. Yet, you were far too aroused, eyes fixed on the sight of his giant cock bulging against his sweatpants, stretching all the way to his pocket. 

Shit. 

Would you even be able to fit him inside?

He let out a broken little moan, rolling his hips again. The wet spot forming at the tip of his cock was starting to darken the grey material, and he traced it with two fingers.

"I'm already leaking so much… just for you. Look what you do to me." His voice cracked on the last word "I like you so much. You have no idea. You're so smart and you smiled at me today and I—ahh—fuck, I got hard right there like a fucking loser."

Your fingers moved faster, circling your clit as heat flooded your body. The way he said it—so raw and filthy—made you clench around nothing, your pussy aching for him, wishing he would just pull those damn sweatpants down once and for all.

He kept rubbing himself over the sweatpants, while his free hand fisted the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white. 

"I'm this needy because of you," he whimpered, the words tumbling out faster now. "Every time you looked at me I wanted to crawl under the table and beg ´Please… let me cum for you. I'll be so good. I'll do anything you want´"

He gripped himself through the sweatpants now—properly palming the thick length and stroking in long, firm pulls that made the material bunch and slide.

"I want you to feel how much I need you. I'd let you edge me for hours if that's what you wanted. I'd whimper your name until my voice gave out."

You couldn’t believe how dirty his mouth was. The contrast between the polite, slightly awkward Satoru and this desperate, whining version of him was making you lose your mind.

A soft, needy whine escaped him as he squeezed the head through the cloth. He was breathing harder now, little gasps and whimpers punctuating every stroke.

"F-fuck… I'm so sensitive today. Because of you. Because you sat in front of me, smelling like vanilla and coffee and I wanted to bury my face in your neck and—ahhn—beg."

You pushed two fingers inside yourself, biting your lip to hold back a moan as he shoved his sweatpants down and freed his cock. It slapped heavily against his stomach, thick and veiny—the same obscene, pretty cock you’d seen before. Your mouth watered at the view, and jealousy clouded your mind again, fueled by the overwhelming heat in your veins.  

You knew he wasn't thinking of you. He was thinking of her—the blonde girl who hovered in his orbit, who didn't know the dark, frantic secrets he kept behind the screen. You hated her for it, and yet, you were intensely, violently grateful that he was recording this. 

He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed, holding it there while his hips rolled in shallow thrusts, fucking into the tight ring of his fist slowly.

"Let me cum please, I beg you," he whined, voice pitching higher. The words were pure roleplay now, directed straight at the camera—at you. "I'll be your good boy. I'll hold it as long as you want."

His abs flexed with every thrust, thighs trembling as he fucked up into his fist harder.

"God, I'm so close already… but I don't want it to end. I want to stay like this for you. Needy and desperate and saying stupid shit because I can't think straight when It's about you"

His words kept pouring out — needy, filthy, and shockingly honest. The desperation in his voice, the way his thighs trembled and his abs flexed with every desperate thrust into his fist… it was too much.

He slowed down deliberately, teasing himself cruelly. The contrast was devastating—his body clearly aching for release, hips twitching uncontrollably, yet he kept himself on that edge.

You kept fucking yourself harder as he edged himself on camera, whimpering and begging for someone that wasn't you. 

A particularly sweet, broken moan tore from his throat as he finally sped up again.

"I'm gonna—fuck—please—"

"Fuck—" you moaned, finally hitting your own orgasm as his voice cracked beautifully on that last plea. Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest in powerful, rhythmic spurts.

You came with him, your thighs shaking, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. He milked every last drop, his body twitching with aftershocks until he was panting, spent, and trembling. 

You lay there in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs, your pussy throbbing so hard it was almost painful.

When you finally caught your breath, your pulse still racing, your fingers moved to the comment section. 

"Vancomycin boy… you have no idea what you just did to me."

You knew then, with a dark, twisted certainty, that you no longer wanted to just watch him on a screen. You wanted to be the one making those whimpers rip from his throat—even if he was thinking of her instead.

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One of the most punk rock things you can be in the age of Ozepmic and the skinnypocalypse is to be a confident fat girl and, in case no one has told you, you do deserve to feel confident in your body 🩷

[jvnluvr]

drunk caleb ♡

idea inspired by @oceanicfishies <3

drunk caleb who ends up in this state after the succumbing to the peer pressure of his friends during a random party. he’s finally back home from sky haven, they needed to celebrate! he relents many times, until he much rather drown out the noises of his friends being annoying.

drunk caleb who gets so wasted to the point where he’s stumbling over his own feet, face red as his friends somehow manage to get him to the front of your doorstep. you open the door, eyes wide but then giggling as you see his face.

drunk caleb who notices through his somewhat blurred vision that he’s been brought to his safe haven, you. he clings onto you, almost making you lose balance as he wraps his arms around you.

“baby… missed you so much.” he slurs over his words, pressing kisses against your neck as you attempt to get both you and him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

caleb reluctantly drags his feet across the floor, sitting down on the bed as you help his remove his shoes. he looks at you for a long moment, admiring your pretty features before he slumps onto the floor once more, pulling you into his lap.

“caleb-! what are you-” you look up at him, expecting this to be one of his drunk shenanigans again until your words suddenly are cut off by his expression:

caleb is crying.

“caleb? are you okay? did i hurt you-?” you begin stumbling over apologies over things you didn’t do, before he shushes you again with a short but sweet kiss.

“n-no, nothing, i just..” he trails off, trying to make sense of his own thoughts being distorted by the alcohol.

“i love you so much.. my sweet, pretty baby.” he sobs, more tears streaming down his face as he hides his face into you. your face displays an expression of shock, unbeknownst to caleb. yet, you pat his back gently, embracing him as you let him cry.

“i love you too, caleb. but don’t cry over that…” you coo, wiping the tears off of his face. you cup his cheeks, staring lovingly at him. he returns your gaze with the same intensity.

“you don’t get it… i just love you- so much-” he hiccups, pulling you in for another small kiss. you let out another soft laugh, before pulling him again into your embrace.

“mean the world to me, my everything.” you hear him mumble against you. you kiss his forehead, relishing in his warmth. caleb feels himself slowly falling asleep, more than content with the fact that it’s in your arms.

he definitely woke up in the morning completely filled with embarrassment as he recalled what occurred last night.

[wondersofthecosmos222]

Vampire!Caleb Blurb

Warnings! Period sex, pantie sniffer, blood play?? (Tell me if I missed anything)

Vampire!Caleb always stealing your underwear that you bled onto after your period, using them when you’re not around to get himself off. Even getting so desperate that he licks them, trying to get the blood off of them.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to drink from you while ruthlessly fucking into you. The feeling of your blood in his mouth and your pussy squeezing him like a vice, makes him lose it.

Vampire!Caleb who would scare off anyone that makes you uncomfortable or tries to hit on you by flashing them his fangs

Vampire!Caleb who is overdramatic and pretends he’s dying anytime he’s around garlic or in the sun, showing that those myths are ridiculous.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to eat you out while you’re on your period. His argument being that it’s his two favorite things in one. Your blood and eating you out.

Vampire!Caleb who refuses to feed on anything or anyone else. This results in you always having to draw blood and have some saved for when you go on work missions.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to watch Twilight and Vampire Diaries with you just so he can make fun of them.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to use his speed to fuck you fast, almost always resulting in you being a babbling mess.

Vampire!Caleb who became a vampire after the explosion. Never visiting you until a year later out of fear of not being able to control himself.

Vampire!Caleb who had a very difficult time explaining to you the events of how everything came to be after the explosion.

Vampire!Caleb who gets hard just by the smell of your blood

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I couldn’t get the idea of a vampire Caleb out of my head. I had to write a little blurb about it :3

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I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT IT THE FIRST 10 PULLS. THANK YOU LUKE AND KIERAN FOR THE FREE WISH’S, I OWE YALL MY LIFE 🙏 (Manifesting yall get it)

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✨So I was gonna do this series last year of a bunch of lil fics inspired by lyrics to songs I shake ass to but (depression). It’s a new year though and ya girl’s ready for some ho activities so I’ll be dropping new fics over the next few weeks✨

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bartender!bang chan x chubby!fem!waitress!reader

“Bout 20 missed calls he faded. White boy wasted, Channing Tatum” - Megan thee Stallion

dom!boyfriend!mingyu x chubby!fem!brat!reader

“Bad bitch I can be your fantasy. I can tell you got big dick energy” - Latto

producer!johnny x chubby!fem!rapper!reader

“He eat it in the car. That’s meals on wheels” - Cardi B

ex boyfriend!racer!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

“My back shots sound like bongos. I ain’t scared to admit I’m a freak ho” - Cardi B

drug dealer!wooyoung x chubby!fem!good girl!reader

“Call him Ed Sheeran, he in love with my body” - Doja Cat

roommate!seungcheol x chubby!fem!stripper!reader

[wondersofthecosmos222]

Oh I am so ready for this, I love your writing so much 🫶

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Mutual Hatred - m. sturniolo

brother's bsf!matt x nate's little sister!reader

Warnings : 18+ ⋆ smut w/ plot ⋆ age gap (18 - 22) ⋆ cursing (a whole lotta fucks) ⋆ dom!matt ⋆ mean!matt ⋆ brat!reader ⋆ sub!reader ⋆ masturbation ⋆ phone sex? ⋆ underage drinking (big no no!!) ⋆ p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it!!) ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ mirror sex ⋆ hate sex? ⋆ spanking ⋆ slight choking ⋆ degrading and slight praising ⋆ usage of "slut", "whore", "bitch", "brat", "baby" + more

Word count : 7.2k

requested? yes

Synopsis : You love your brother, Nate, but for the life of you, you just can't stand one of his best friends, Matt. But when Matt (accidentally?) sends you something he shouldn't, things get pretty tense and questions start to bubble. Just keep it to yourself, no biggie– At least that is until you tag along to a party, and a simple little party game pulls you both into a situation neither of you had expected.

If the two of you were twins, you would’ve been absolutely unstoppable. But alas, a three-year difference was what you had to settle for. Regardless, that never put a strain on you and Nate’s friendship, a bond between a brother and a sister, greater than anyone could ever know.

He’d looked after you when you were little, took care of anyone who even thought to bully you, and even in high school, he never dropped you for his friends, never left you in the dust. He practically went out of his way to include you in anything.

Of course, this did lead to you hanging out with his group of friends more than your own, his being practically family whilst yours was loosely knitted together only during school hours. But that was ok, his friends were nice to you.

Yes, of course there were times you were picked on, times you were mockingly babied, but that was expected with you being younger than them all. You’d gotten used to it, nothing new, nothing different. 

But there was one of his friends that really got under your skin, really grinded your gears, just– ultimately pissed you off; Matt. How could he be a triplet yet be so utterly different from his brothers? Especially in how each of them treated you.

Nick was the perfect guy to gossip with, “can I be mean for a second?” becoming one of your guys’ common phrases at this point anytime you two got the chance to hang out.

Chris was energetic as hell and just a pure goofball, making it feel like the two of you were the youngest of the group, even though he was just as old as the rest of them.

But Matt? You two just seemed to have a deep seated, mutual hatred for one another, this distaste for each other. Every time he bit, you bit back, snarky remarks, backhanded comments, sometimes just downright insults, but that was only reserved for when Nate wasn't around, or else Matt would be a dead man.

You'd been laying in bed after a long day of tagging along with Nate and his friends around town, getting to be in one of their videos since it was a pretty packed day and served for some worthy content. Of course, the day didn't go without your regular banter with Matt, definitely causing some footage to be ruined with how mean you two were being.

Your thumb scrolled through your feed, passing by pictures and reels, random posts and content, when suddenly you'd gotten a notification... from Matt, of all people. You furrowed your eyebrows, letting the dropdown message linger for just a moment before it shot back up as if it was never there.

You should've just left it, it was Matt, what the hell would it matter what he sent you. It was probably something stupid just to get on your nerves, or some idiotic message that was certain to just piss you off. But the fact that it was an attachment rather than a text had your mind filling with curiosity that you couldn't help but follow.

Pulling your notifications back down, you let out a soft breath before clicking on his message, preparing yourself from something stupid... but nothing could've prepared you for what came up on your screen. Your eyes widened at the sight that came up, a chill of surprise rushing up your spine, and you nearly shot up from your bed at what you were seeing right now.

A heated blush crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears, as you stared at your phone like a deer caught in headlights. Matt's dick was on your screen. A full blown, set up and everything, dick pic right in your messages— no, actually, not just a dick pic, that was a whole ass video.

What was he doing? Did he mean to send it to you? Was that actually his? Was he playing some fucked up prank on you? Why the hell did you even have his number saved?

Your mind filled with question after question, thoughts racing through your head, but, for some god damn reason, you couldn't pull your eyes away from it. You studied the way his hand wrapped around the base, the way it curved just slightly upward, the was it faded into a deep pink that ended in a leaking tip, pre-cum glistening just in the picture of the video alone.

Your thumb hovered over the play button, slightly shaking a bit as you hesitated. No, you shouldn't watch this. It clearly wasn't meant for you, it's an invasion of his privacy if you do, even if you hated his guts... but no one would know. You're all alone in your bedroom, no one else to see nor hear anything.

Just you and your phone that held a life altering video simply at the press of a button.

One, two, three more seconds passed by before the pad of your thumb made contact with your screen, audio starting to play through your phone speaker as the video stayed on the back camera.

From the flash on his phone, you could see the lower half of his body, his shirt slightly ridden up on his midriff and his sweats tugged down over his hips, as he lay in his bed, bathed in a blue hue from his LED lights.

"Fuck, baby.. got me all hard n' shit.." Matt's hushed voice rang through the speaker, washing over you in a way it never had before, despite your many years of equating his voice to the noise of nails against a chalkboard.

Free hand wrapped around his thick cock, you watched as he gave it a few slow tugs, his groans floating through the speaker and making your body shiver with desire, thighs pressing together under the comfort of your blanket.

"Wish you were here, sucking this dick.." He spoke once more, his hand slowly stroking up to the head of his cock before he let out a low hiss, his thumb teasing his leaking tip, drawing slow circles, before stroking back down to the base. "Just imagining your pretty lips wrapped around me's got me all messy.."

Even though you knew, deep down, this wasn't meant for you, a total mistake on his part for sending it.. you let yourself believe he was talking about you, to you.

As he pumped his cock with a steady pace, you let yourself believe he was imagining you, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently as you'd take his thick shaft in your mouth, letting your pink, glossy lips wrap around it and swallow as much as you could—

Fuck— no way you were thinking like this, imagine this shit with Matt, out of all people— but as you felt that aching burn between your thighs, that feeling that started sparks anytime you pressed your thighs together, all dignity was thrown out the god damn window.

You held your phone right at your chest level in your left hand, eyes trained on the video as your free hand slowly, almost tentatively, traveled down, gripping and tossing your blanket off to reveal your lower half, clad in only your panties to pair with your baggy nighttime shirt. You mentally cursed at yourself as you let your hand slide underneath your panties, but as your fingers glided through your slick folds, you couldn't give a fuck less what you were doing.

"Shit, baby– just thinkin' about that sweet pussy's gonna make me cum," Matt groaned through the speaker, making you bite your lip as you sunk two fingers into your soaked cunt, slowly pumping them in time with Matt's strokes in the video. This was so fucking stupid... but it felt so good.

A soft moan slipped from your lips in time with a muffled noise on his end, fingers starting to pick up pace a bit as his strokes quickened a little. "Bet you're touching yourself right now, huh baby?" Matt teased from the video, making your cheeks heat up once more in embarrassment. Even though this was a video, it still felt as if he was really talking to you, as if he knew you yourself had your fingers moving inside you, imagining it was him instead.

Fuck, that tore a needy moan from your lips, thinking about him above you, pinning you to your bed and letting his fingers control your pleasure, or better yet, feeling him stuff that thick cock in your pussy. Fucking hell– your past self from just a mere couple of hours ago would be utterly disgusted with you, but you couldn't care less right now.

"That fuckin' pussy would be grippin' me so tight right now, shit–" He groaned as you watched him squeeze his cock on each upstroke, making your cunt clench around your fingers in shared time.

Though, for some reason, a petty, jealous voice rang in the back of your head, reminding you that this was meant for someone else, a different girl who got to see Matt like this, in all his non-shitty glory. It twisted your stomach, yet added to the pleasure as you pumped your fingers faster.

He could do so much better with you, no matter who the girl was. You knew how to push his buttons, how to piss him off and make him fight the urge constantly to fucking strangle you for it. Fuck– his hands around your throat, pressing just right–

"Mm– fuck baby, y' gonna make me cum," His breathy voice came through once more, mixing in with your thoughts and doubling the stimulations that had your body nearly trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck–" You muttered out, biting your lip as you felt that burning heat low in your tummy, your hips involuntarily rocking up against your palm to stimulate your clit, a whine falling from your parted lips as your eye fluttered whilst watching him fuck up into his fist.

"Fuckin' cum with me baby, c'mon.." He demanded with a breathy voice, his voice clearly coming through his clenched teeth now as you both were climbing to that glorious high.

"Matt– s-shit—" You panted, too lost in the pleasure to even realize his name had left your mouth. You tried so hard to keep your eyes on your phone, wanting to watch him come undone in time with you, your thighs starting to tremble as that pleasure built and built–

"Shiiit–" A pleasured moan poured from the speaker as you watched thick, white spurts of cum shoot from Matt's tip and drip down over his fingers, your eyes flying shut just second after, as you felt your own orgasm crash over you.

A gasp fell from your bitten lips, your body practically seizing as the pleasure washed over you in tidal waves, gushing around your fingers as you rutted against your palm, chasing that high. Your vision became white, your ear muffling noises, and your body trembling before you finally came back down, breathy pants leaving you as your chest heaved.

You hardly even registered what Matt said at the end before the video ended, your phone dimming as it slipped from your hand and onto your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you looked up at your starry ceiling, a soft purple glow covering your room from your lights.

You groaned softly as you finally, yet slowly, slid your fingers out of your cunt, the pleasure and desire that once resided in your stomach now turned and twisted into guilt, near regret, and mostly disbelief.

Holy shit. You just did that.

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A yawn rang from Nate's open mouth as he stretched, making his way into the kitchen where you were already, sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal in front of you, slow bites taken as you swiped through your feed, just like you did every morning.

But a nagging voice filled your thoughts, making your body tense as you glanced up at your brother, watching him turn to open one of the cabinets in search of his own breakfast. What if he found out? Would he cut ties with Matt? Would he be mad at you?

He'd do practically anything to protect you, but you also knew his friendship with the triplets was like a brotherhood at this point. Either way, a bond would be demolished, and you didn't want either to happen.

"You good?" Nate's voice pulled you from your thoughts, making your eyes glance up to his finally after having zeroed in on a spot near the edge of the counter, your posture straightening up a bit

"Uh– Yeah, yeah just.. tired, I guess," You weren't exactly lying to him, you were still tired, but maybe the whole fact that you had stayed up, having a near existential crisis for 30 minutes over getting off to your brother's best friend, was the reasoning in that.

Thankfully, Nate didn't dig any further, either believing you and moving on, or too tired to try and pry, just giving a nod and a hum. Either way, you mentally thanked him tremendously. You brought your spoon back to your mouth, eating another bite of cereal before Nate spoke up once more.

"Hey, so," Your body tensed up, watching as his palms pressed against the counter, his body leaning against it as he looked at you. Could he tell? Did he know already? Fuck fuck fuck– "There's gonna be this huge party tonight, the guys invited me and everything, and I just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?"

Part of you sighed deeply inside, nearly wanting to kick yourself from how your nerves were getting to you, it was fine, you were fine. The other part of you perked up, physically, your eyebrows raising at your older brother's offer. A party? Like, a genuine, drinks and music and all that shit, party?

Nate had only ever limited you with parties, which was fair, you were too young for them, and most of the time could've ended up with you getting lost in seconds. But you were 18 now, old enough to start having fun and being trusted not to end up leaving with some rando.

"Really?" You asked, mouth still full of cereal, making Nate chuckle before nodding, lifting himself up a bit.

"Yeah, really," He assured you, removing his hands from the counter and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at you in curiosity of what your answer would be. "So? Wanna go or what?"

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Saturday night, 10:00 pm, and Nate pulled up to the lively house with you in passenger, his hand shifting the car into park before taking out the keys.

Your eyes surveyed what you could see only from here, party lights making the house practically glow, nearly taking away from the fact this house was in a rich rich neighborhood, the view of a pool in the background peaking out from behind the house.

You nearly jumped as Nate touched your shoulder, his eyes a little concerned as you turned to look at him, a nervous smile on his lips. "You sure you're ok, jumpy?" He teased a little, making you smile back and loosen your tensed body just a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just– adrenaline and nerves starting to pump in is all, first time jitters I guess," You admitted to your brother, watching as his concern and worry quickly shifted into pride and excitement for you, his hand rubbing your shoulder like he always did to help calm your nerves.

"You'll have fun, don't worry, shit's always scary the first time around," He comforted you, making your nerves wash away with ease before you nodded, smiling at him.

"Ok, I'm ready." He smiled bright and patted the steering wheel with enthusiasm at your confidence.

"Hell yeah, let's do this!" He cheered, making you giggle as the two of you stepped out of his car, the cool night breeze hitting your bare legs and arms in your black skirt and golden white, silk top, the fabric perfectly loose and ruffled across your chest.

Music poured from the open front door as you and Nate made your way up the path, Nate stepping into the party first with you right behind him. Your senses filled with the loud music and conversations all around you, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfumes and colognes, all meshing together in an oddly satisfying way.

You hardly even realized Nate had instantly found his friends until he'd given you a quick heads-up of where he was going before he made his way away from you. The nerves sank back in as you looked around the bustling party, biting your glossy bottom lip, your fingers fidgeting with the bracelet you sported with your outfit.

Your feet finally let you move from your spot, snaking your way through people as you spotted what looked to be the kitchen, drinks and snacks displayed for the partygoers. You could really use some water right now.

You let out a sigh as you stepped into the kitchen, spotting the water and grabbing one, but as you went to open the bottle, your peace was shattered by a familiar voice.

"The fuck?" You turned your head to see him, in all his shitty fucking, annoying glory; Matt. You felt your stomach free fall as memories of last night flashed through your mind. Be cool, don't let him know.

Your brows began to furrow as he looked you up and down with a judging eyes, a few of his friends around him still conversing, before nodding towards you. "Who the hell let you come over?" He harshly asked, to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Nate. Who else, dipshit?" You retaliated, noticing the way his grip on his red solo cup tightened ever so slightly before he pushed himself off of the counter he previously leaned on.

You watched him walk up to you, your breath hitching just a bit as he got up in your face with dark, glaring eyes, causing you to step back just a bit before your back touched the edge of the counter. His frame practically towered over you, making you feel even smaller with how he cornered you.

"You can be a bitch all you want, doesn't make you any cooler." He hissed out, your close proximity to him making your heart traitorously beat faster, the way his black ransom tee hung off his frame just right and matched with his sweats, his chain dangling around his neck. Why'd he have to be so fucking close?

You watched as his eyes looked down at the water bottle in your hand, a scoff leaving his lips as he brought his eyes back to you. "Fuckin' pussy, can't even handle some alcohol," He mocked you, before straightening himself back up and bringing his solo cup to his lips. Fuck– did he get hotter?

"Go fuckin' play with your barbies or some shit, this is a big kids party, not a damn baby shower," He chuckled meanly before chugging down the rest of his drink and leaving you to go get a refill.

Your eyes, glaring as they followed him, fell down to your water bottle in hand, this gut feeling burning within you, causing a nagging voice to start up in your head. You were grown. You weren't just some fucking kid anymore, and you needed to show him that.

You tossed the water bottle back and nearly stomped your way through the party, on a mission to go find the one person you needed to talk to right now; Nate.

Snaking through dancing and conversing people, you finally found your brother within a group off to the side, his laugh distinctly giving off his location. You look in a deep breath before you tapped on his shoulder, watching as he turned around to face you, his eyebrow raising with a smile on his face, as if to ask "what's up?"

"Hey– uh, Nate?" You felt like such a little kid having to ask your older brother for something you weren't old enough to have yet, but you weren't backing down from this.

You glanced down at the red solo cup he had in his hand, one that he'd been nursing on for a while now since he wasn't too crazy for the alcohol here, before sighing to prep yourself. "Can I have, just like— one drink?"

You watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly and how he sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes glancing away as his free hand went to the back of his neck to rub it. "Shit– Sis, I don't know.." He muttered, but of course, instead of earning an understanding from you, he looked back only to see you trying to use your begging eyes on him.

101 of having an older brother who'd do anything for you: Make sure to perfect the puppy eyes.

"Please, Nate? I promise, just one drink is all, I just wanna try it." You asked him, watching his resolve falter before it finally crumbled, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Ok ok, fine. One drink," You nearly yelped with joy, wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug as you thanked him profusely, promising to keep your word before you dashed back to where the drinks were, hoping that Matt was still there so you could shove it in his face.

You fixed yourself and practically strutted to where the red solo cups and alcohol were. Noticing as Matt seemed to feel your presence once more, you felt his eyes glancing at you in a glare from the other side of the kitchen where he was previously, but you paid him no mind.

Grabbing a cup from the stacks and popping open a beer can, you poured the forbidden drink into the cup, watching it foam a bit before settling. You tossed the can in the nearby trash before looking over at Matt, catching his attention as you flipped him off whilst taking a drink from your cup.

The alcohol burned deliciously going down your throat, making you skin tingle with goosebumps at the taste and feeling of it, a shiver racking up your spine, but you hid it all as best you could before bringing the cup back down to look at Matt.

Watching as he glared at you before rolling his eyes and looking away, you smirked, feeling victorious for once tonight. Who was the baby now?

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Newsflash, the alcohol didn't help shit now.

You'd been dragged into a small group who was doing some party games, not even realizing one of them had snagged Matt too, leaving you all in a big circle now as people chatted and laughed, music still playing around the house.

The palms of your hands felt sweaty against your knees, your eyes glancing up to look at Matt who sat across from you in the circle, already noticing his eyes on you before he fixed you with a glare, one you retaliated back with flipping him off. The air lifted just a bit, good.

"Alright!" One of the girls chirped up, her tits nearly spilling from her tube top as she leaned over to place an empty beer bottle in the middle, making you glance down at your own chest in a glaring moment of jealously, before you shook that from your thoughts.

"We're going about this like spin the bottle. Whichever two people it lands on gotta leave and get into the bathroom for 7 minutes, since Robbie's too baby to let us use one of the closets," She teased the party host, his eyes rolling as he hugged one knee to his chest.

"Hey, I just don't want y'all's cum stains on my clothes," He explained, earning laughs from around the circle as he took a swig from his bottle. Fuck, ok, this was really happening. Stay cool, you're cool, it's all cool.

You watched as the girl's fingers grasped the bottle before giving it a spin, everybody around you beginning to lean forward in anticipation. Your heart sped up as it began to slow down, the neck of the bottle finally stoping to point directly at Matt.

Whilst everyone cheered and whooped for him, laughing and teasing him for who he might get, you couldn't help the feeling of your gut twisting, thoughts of another girl's hands on him making your nails start to dig into your knees, partially out of jealousy, and partially out of anger at yourself for feeling this way.

You hated his guts and he hated yours, so why did it matter so much about who he might fuck tonight?

Thoughts dissipated with a simple shake of your head, an all-for-show smile coming to your glossy lips as your eyes trained on the way his ring clad fingers wrapped around the bottle, just like they had his cock last night, before he gave it a clean spin, the anticipation even higher now as everyone waited to see who was gonna get lucky.

The bottle started to slow down, and as the neck of the bottle finally chose another helpless soul, your smile fell as you realized... it was pointing at you.

Your head quickly shot up to look at Matt, who looked at the bottle in shock before meeting your eyes, the tension in the air thickening as you felt your heart fly out of your fucking chest. The sounds of everyone collect "oo"-ing around you two were practically muffled in your ears before you watched Matt quickly reach for the bottle again.

"Yeah, no fucking way. I'm spinnin' again," He huffed out, but just as he was about to grasp the bottle, the tube top girl snatched it before he could get it, tsking at him as she wiggled the bottle from its neck.

"Nuh uh, rules are rules, Matt. No take backs, no redos, it's one shot only." You felt as her hand gently pressed against the small of your back, making you sit up straighter and look at her, a playful smile on her pretty lips as she urged you to get up. "Go have fun, baby."

Blush tinted your cheeks from her words as you got onto your feet, looking over at Matt as he glared up at you, then at the girl, before groaning and following suit, his hands digging into his pockets. "Fine. Let's get this shit over with." He muttered with nearly clenched teeth, your feet quickly bringing you to walk behind him, hearing as everyone cheered you two on.

Breathe, you've got this.

As the two of you walked into the bathroom, he closed the door, locking it — per the games rules — before leaning against it, his head turned away as he stared at the wall instead of you. Your nerves quickly turned into annoyance as you were brought back to your dynamic with him.

"Are you choosing to not have any fun or are you always this boring at parties?" You asked him in a slightly snarky tone, noticing the way his jaw twitched before his tongue pressed against his cheek.

"I'm not fuckin' you if that's what you're getting at," He firmly said, not even tearing his eyes away from the beige, bathroom wall. "Not even gonna touch you, so you can drop it."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, your signature attitude that always came out with him finally coming back. "Not what I was getting at, dumbass." You huffed, before an idea popped into your head, a smirk slightly coming to your lips. "I know you'd fucking suck."

That definitely got his attention, his head turning to look at you as his brows furrowed. "The fuck you say?" He asked you, venom dripping from his tongue at the face of a challenge, to which you once smirked at, your eyes looking him up and down slowly before you squinted them just right.

"You fuckin' heard me."

In a moment, Matt pushed himself off of the door, music muffled on the other side of it as the two of you were stuck in his little world together. He nearly towered over you, fixing you with a dark, dangerous glare, before leaning into your face once more, but this time, you held your ground.

"I can make you such a fucking ruined mess, you'll be needing me to carry your sorry ass out of here, brat." He spat, low and threatening, but fuck, was it hot. Hearing him talk like this to you in a tone you were so used to, it made that ache come to life between your thighs.

"I bet you couldn't even make me cum, don't even know where everything is, huh?" You challenged back, the smirk on your glossy lips making his eyes glance down before looking back at you, his jaw clenching once more.

"You really wanna fuck around and find out, princess?" He asked degradingly, but the way the pet name fell from his lips had you practically soaking through your panties, memories of last night's video rolling through your head once more. And fuck, you weren't turning this opportunity down.

"Maybe I do, Matthew," A harsh huff left from his lips before, suddenly, you felt your eyes widen as his hands reach to grap your face, pulling you forward and capturing you in a sudden, harsh kiss. Here we fucking go.

The crash of your lips felt like the beginning of a war, of two tidal waves battling each other, each of you trying to fight from melting into it. Your hands grasp his shirt almost frantically, your lips moving against his in an angry, hurried manner, pent up feelings and long-lasting hatred dueling within you two and pouring into the kiss.

Huffs of breaths leave each of your lips between kisses, before you both dive right back in, trying to steal the dominance, but you both knew deep down who held it.

His hands cupped your face, keeping it tilted up and as he kissed you, your hair pressed against your cheeks by the force of his palms, before they slid down your collarbone and chest.

His hands gripped your waist and tugged you harshly against his body, before making you stumble back and hit against the edge of the sink counter, making you gasp into his mouth before tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

Your hands found their way to the brunet curls at the back of his head, tangling your fingers within his hair as your nails scraped against his scalp, earning a groan from him into the kiss.

He tasted like everything you shouldn't have, everything you couldn't have, all dark and forbidding, addictive and dangerous, the taste mixing with the last shreds of your innocence deliciously.

"You're such a fuckin' brat," He practically growled against your lips, his knee lifting up to press between your thighs, a gasp falling from your lips at the pressure and friction as your hips involuntarily bucked against his thighs, making his chuckle darkly. "Damn slut."

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out against his lips before you felt them leave yours, your head instead falling back as he trailed his lips down your jawline and your neck, biting at your soft skin and earning small noises from you, which you failed to hide miserably.

As one hand stay gripping tight on your hip, his other slid down underneath your skirt, swiping just the fabric of your soaked panties and groaning at how wet you were. "Didn't know you'd be such a needy slut," He cooed against your throat, his degrading words sending pure shivers down your spine.

You ground yourself against his hand, as if begging for him to slide them under your panties and slip them into your needy cunt. But suddenly, his hand left the area between your thighs, and before you could protest and whine, his hand gripped your waist and spun you around, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of you two in the bathroom mirror.

Teeth bit at your bottom lip once more as you felt Matt grind against your ass, letting you feel the bulge in his pants, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby.." He muttered under his breath before his hand came up, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, giving himself access to the back of your neck.

You let your eyes flutter shut as he kissed your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, a soft moan leaving your lips at the warm moment, soaking it in as he ground against your ass once more before growling against your neck.

Suddenly, a yelp left your lips as your upper half got pushed down against the counter, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back as he gave a few more grinds against you.

"Need to fuck this needy little pussy, bet she's just dying to be filled." He chuckled low, his hands lifting up your skirt to reveal your panty clad ass, before his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your creamy thighs.

The sight of your drooling, puffy little pussy had Matt's mind nearly spinning as he groaned, his index and middle fingers dragging through your folds with ease, pulling a needy whine from your lips.

"So fuckin' wet for me, such a slut." He cooed from behind you, groaning low as he licked his fingers clean of your juices before he brought his hands to the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down along with his boxers to free his thick, hard, leaking cock.

"You're just thinking 'bout this dick, aren't you?" He tapped his cock against your ass a few times before teasing your folds with his tip, your juices and his pre-cum mixing together deliciously.

He pressed his tip to your entrance, but then he paused, making you whine for more before feeling his hand slap your ass, a yelp leaving your lips.

"Beg for it, bitch." He snarled, squeezing your plush ass as it filled his hands perfectly. Fucking hell, your dignity is on the other side of the fucking world now.

"Please, Matt.." You begged him, before another yelp was ripped from your lips as he smacked your ass once more, the sound echoing against the walls.

"You can do better than that, baby.." He cooed low as he soothed over where he smacked your ass, your soft skin turning a pretty shade of pink already. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Please, Matt– I want your cock, want you to fuck me—" You begged once more, whining as you looked at him through the mirror, realizing that he was finally seeing you in a light he never did before, your brattiness reduced to begging for his dick. "Please."

He held eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror before finally smirking, chuckling low and sliding his hands up to grasp your waist. "That's more like it. Now, you're gonna take this dick like the fucking bratty little whore you are, got it?"

You nodded your head obediently, loving the way he seemed to feed off of it, even if it inflated his ego. You watched as he looked down at your pussy, the tip of his cock slowly pushing into your needy cunt, before he suddenly thrusted forward hard, your eyes doing wide as you felt his dick deep inside you.

"Fuck- wait! Matt!" You yelped out a gasp, his thick cock stretching out your virgin walls far too quickly for you to be ready for it.

"What?" He spat out from behind you, before he noticed the way your thighs already trembled, your breathing becoming harsh, and your face burying into the fold of your arm whilst your free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard, your knuckles turned the same shade of white as the marble.

A smirk came to his lips as everything clicked into place, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"This your first time gettin' dick, ain't it, baby?" You couldn't help but whimper as you nodded pathetically, hearing a groan fall from his lips at that information before he stood back up.

You braced for him to thrust back into you like that again, but all you felt was his hips giving slow thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of your cunt nice and steady.

"Oh– fuuck—" You moaned, your gummy walls feeling each ridge and pulse of his dick deep within you, pretty little noises falling from you parted lips as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Knew you'd want this after that video, such a dirty little whore." He teased you, making you gasp in shock as he finally brought it up, your head turning to look back at him with your glossy, kiss-swollen lips parted.

"Bu–but I thought you sent it by– fuck– by accident?" You asked him in between moans and trying to hold yourself together as his cock pumped in and out of your sopping cunt deliciously.

A laugh came from him before he spoke. "You think I'm that fucking stupid? Of course not," He gave a harsh thrust into you, as if to test the waters, before smirking as he earned a whiny moan from you.

"Thought it'd be funny seeing you all strung up and nervous around me, knowing that you got off to the one guy you fucking despise," He chuckled, his hips moving in a steady pace.

Of course he fucking knew what he'd done to you, the asshole, and yet, you couldn't find the strength to snap at him for it. All you could do right now was take the dick you'd been begging for just last night.

You felt as he pulled his cock out till it was nearly at the tip, a whine leaving your lips as he teased you, before slamming back in, a choked gasp leaving you as pleasure burned deep throughout your entire body.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the bathroom, mixing with your gorgeous, fucked out moans, his hips picking up speed as he fucked you good, so fucking good.

Your head felt light, your mind felt fuzzy, drool was practically begging to spill from the corner of your lips. Your toes curled, your fingers dug into anything you could grab onto, your entire world felt new and yet a mess at the same time, your words turning to nothing but babbles.

"Tell me who's fuckin' you this good." He growled into your ear, his hips snapping against your ass relentlessly, fingers digging into your hips. Holy. Fuck. Nothing in this world could've been better than this, absolutely fucking nothing. The way he fucked into you, his thick cock stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, the way he made you a fucking mess, just like he promised.

"Y..You– mm—" You whined in a slurred voice, so drunk on his cock that you could hardly form a sentence. You'd let him fuck you dumb over and over again if this is what it felt like every time.

"Can't fuckin' here you, slut," He spat, and suddenly, you felt his hand wrap around your neck from behind, a gasp leaving you lips as he lifted your head up, meeting you with the glorious view of you completely fucked out.

His face came up right next yours in the mirror, his eyes dark and full of pure lust. "Tell me. Who's fuckin' you. This. Good." He punctuated his words with a hard, deep thrust, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head from the pleasure.

"Y–you, Matt— You!" You choked out, that feeling deep in your tummy starting to flicker to life and burn as Matt pressed a kiss against your cheek before he spoke against your skin.

"What do you think Nate would think? Knowing you're acting like such a cock-drunk whore for me right now?"

You whined, thinking about how bad things could get if Nate ever found out about you two, even if this was just a one time thing. But as Matt hit that perfect spot within your velvety wall, you couldn't give two shits on the matter right now.

"Fuck–! R–right there—" You gasped out, needing to feel him at least hit that spot one more time, the pleasure making your toes practically curl from how good it felt.

"What? Here?" He teased, hitting the spot perfectly on his next thrust, earning a loud, whiny moan from you.

"Yes! Yes yes–" You babbled, gasping as he kept his thrusts right there, practically pounding into that same spot over and over and over again, your eyes rolling back as you felt his fingers squeeze around your throat.

"D–don't— mm— I–I'm gonna— oh fuuuck—" Tears came to your eyes from the otherworldly pleasure, your mouth hanging open as you looked at Matt through the mirror, his figure nearly towering over you from behind as he fucked you so good.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He started to pant, his hand on your hip gripping tight as he kept his thrusts consistent. "Fucking cum on this cock, c'mon, be a good little slut and cum all over this dick." He groaned out.

Your fingers gripped the edges of the counter hard, your legs nearly gave out, and that feeling built up within you, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until—

You gasped out a loud moan, nails clawing at the marble counter as you finally felt that knot snap within you, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful storm, bigger than you've ever felt before, better than you've ever experienced. It was like your world went white, completely washed from what once was, and replace only with this euphoric, heavenly feeling.

You finally came to your senses as you felt Matt's hips stutter as he too hit his peak, feeling warm, thick spurts of cum fill your cunt, painting your gummy walls white as he fucked his seed into you, thrusting a few more times before he finally stopped, his head falling to you shoulder.

"Holy... fuck..." You panted breathlessly as Matt nodded against your shoulder in silent agreement, a soft, weak chuckle leaving your lips.

Heavy breathing filled the bathroom for a few moments, Matt's hand leaving your neck and joining his other at your hips as they began slowly rubbing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You never wanted to leave this moment.

But soon enough, Matt had to pull out of you, a soft mewl leaving your lips as his cock left you feeling empty, though being replaced by the feeling of his cum started to slowly drip from your cunt, a groan leaving his lips at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," He smirked, a playful feeling coming over you as you wiggled your hips a bit for him as his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

Suddenly, though, you felt his fingers scoop up as much as he could before pushing it back into your cunt, a gasped whimper leaving your lips as you turned your head to fix him with a glare, only to be met with a chuckle at how non-threatening you looked after being throughly fucked.

"Gotta keep you filled. Can't let you go without remembering how wrong you were, now can I?" He teased you, loving the way you rolled your eyes at him, smiling whilst trying to keep up a glare.

"Asshole." You muttered, but something pulled at your heart with the way he looked at you, still dark but.. warmer now.

"Brat." He murmured back almost affectionately, before pressing his lips to yours in a low, deep, passionate kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours in a hypnotic manner.

God, you could get used to this.

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a / n : worked CRAZY hard on this for a good while and i'm genuinely in LOVE with how it turned out- I really really hope you guys like it since it's my first go at a one shot

tysm @abijojo10 for requesting this, i had sm fun getting to write this and i hope it came out the way you wanted it to 😋

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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[wondersofthecosmos222]

SJAIQHAIAJ THIS WAS AMAZING

[wondersofthecosmos222]

Kushy Nights

Collage au!Stoner!Wooyoung x Fem!stoner!Chubby!reader

Content Warnings: NSFW!!! Semi-public sex? Weed, fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GUYS!), use of pet names (princess, baby, good girl, that’s really it.) Porn with very little plot…

(I’m to high and tired to proofread so I hope it’s ok 😭)

It was a late summer night. The air was warm and the cicadas were buzzing. You sat there in a secluded part of the park, right next to the lake. You watched the reflection of the moon shine across the water, packing a bowl for your bong. You were to entranced by the serene view before you to even notice the footsteps that get closer to where you sit.

“I see you found my spot.” You turn around, startled, to see one of your classmates walking towards you.

“Holy fuck Wooyoung, you scared the shit out of me.” You clutch the bong like it were pearls around your neck. He sits down next to you as you side eye him, continuing to pack the bowl. He shrugs and smiles at me.

“So… are you gonna share?” Wooyoung looks at you with a hopeful glance, wanting to share this night in the warmth of your presence and the bong.

You roll your eyes playfully and hand him the bong. He excitedly accepts it and brings it to his mouth, lighting the bud in the bowl. He takes a deep inhale and pulls the bowl out, continuing his hit. He holds it for a bit before finally breathing it out. Without coughing. Without dying. How? He passes the bong to you and you repeat the steps, letting the smoke envelop your lungs.

You both sit there in silence, taking turns, just taking in the serenity of the night. As the weed clouds your brain, you don’t realize Wooyoung scooting closer to you. You turn your head, letting out a startled breath at how close you two were.

“You’re really beautiful you know.”

You’re breath hitches at his words. You’ve had a crush on him since high school and his words have been all you’ve ever wanted to hear. You watch as he brings his hand up and gently pushes a piece of your hair back behind your ear. His hand then moves to caress the bottom of your parted lips. Fuck you wanted to kiss him bad.

“Y/N can I kiss you?”

You take in a deep inhale of breath before slowly nodding. Wooyoung leans in slightly, watching as you close your eyes in preparation of the kiss. But the kiss never comes. You open your eyes to see him smirking. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused on what he was doing before he leaned into you and whispers in your ear.

“Use your words Y/N”

You let out a small gasp, loving the way his words sent a shock straight to your core.

“Yes..”

Your words were breathy and needy, just wanted him on you. Before you could complain, Wooyoung crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate, longing, needy way. You softly moan into the kiss, your hands finding the back of his neck and threading your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.

You felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You part your lips, his tongue attacking yours, exploring your mouth, memorizing every inch of it.

“Fuck Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

He whispers against your kiss swollen lips. His hands trail down to your neck, then to your waist. Feeling the soft curves of your body against his fingertips. He grabs a handful of your ass before pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the hardness under you, telling you what he wanted. You gasp gently as you feel his clothed erection against your heat. You were sure that he could feel how wet you were, simply by the heated kiss and his gentle caresses.

He grabs your hair, deepening the already heated kiss. You could hardly focus with the throbbing between your thighs, craving any kind of touch by him. His hands trail down and dip into your pants, rubbing over your sensitive, clothed, clit. You let out a sharp gasp at the sensation.

“You’re already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you.”

He teases in a mocking tone, reviling in the way you clenched around nothing at his words.

“Woo.. need you to touch me. Please.”

You were already so desperate and needy for him, grinding softly against his clothed cock, earning a groan from him. He pushes your panties aside, sliding his finger between your wet folds. You let out a whimper at his light touches. You grind against his fingers, seeking more friction against your throbbing clit. He chuckled lowly before dipping a finger into your tight cunt. You gasp sharply, your mouth forming into an O.

He slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, coaxing soft moans and whimpers from you. He then adds another finger, causing you to throw your head back. He brings his other hand up, under your shirt, cupping your heavy breasts in his hand. He pushed your shirt up and your bra down, resulting in your boobs popping free.

“Fuck Y/N… you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Wooyoung stares at you in awe before bringing his mouth to envelop the hard peaks. At the same time he picks up the pace with his fingers, causing you to let out a wanton moan at the feeling. You could feel the familiar pressure in your lower stomach, signaling that you were about to come.

“Fuck princess. You gonna cum on my fingers like the good girl you are?”

You felt the coil snap at his words. Your eyes roll back in your head as white hot pleasure blinds you. His pace never falters, guiding you through you orgasm.

“Fuck baby, I need to be inside you.”

You nod your head vigorously as you shakily stand up, allowing him to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free. It was thick. The tip was an angry shade of red, leaking beads of pre cum. You fully take off your pants and underwear, sitting down on his lap once more. You let out a moan as you feel his cock slide against your cum covered folds.

“I need to be inside you, please baby?”

You nod as you line his cock up with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto him, both of you letting out a groan at the feeling. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this full. His cock reaching places you didn’t even think possible. You give yourself a second to adjust before grinding against him. His hands grip your waist, guiding your hips back and forth.

“Fuck Woo…”

Your voice was heavy with desire. You start riding him faster. He throws his head back, letting out a symphony of moans.

“Feel good riding my cock? Huh princess? You like how I feel inside your warm pussy?”

He grabs your hips, stilling your movements, before slamming up into you. He continues his actions, bringing you both closer and closer to your releases.

“That’s it pretty, cum on my cock. Come on, be a good girl for me- fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Wooyoung’s thrusts were brutal and relentless, hitting all the right spots, bringing you to the edge.

“Woo- I’m gonna cum! Fuck m’gonna- Ahngh!”

Your pussy squeezes his cock like a warm, velvety, vice, cumming all around him. Your body shaking as your orgasm rolls over you. You were in pure bliss. Wooyoung thrusts up into a few more times before burying himself to the hilt. Warm, white, ropes of cum paint your insides as he moans and empties himself inside of you.

You both collapse, you on top of him. He gently caresses your back, your head in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck baby, that was amazing.”

You let out a small hum of agreement. Your brain was shut off due to exhaustion. He presses a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Wanna hang out tomorrow? I have a couple fresh joints that are just calling our names.”

You let out a small laugh before agreeing.

Taglist- @y2kstarr

[wondersofthecosmos222]

MINGI YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO US

Currently in a corner sobbing because I’ll never have a partner as fine as this man 😔

[wondersofthecosmos222]

INTRODUCTION TIME (Update lmao)

Name: I go by Ethereal

Age: 18

Things I like: I really like, The Legend of Vox Machina, Heartstopper, supernatural , K-pop, Teapots, Blankets, Winter, Reading, and Cats. (there’s probably more but I don’t feel like thinking)

About me: I love the color green, rain, thunderstorms. I’m very spiritual. I love to go on picnics and relax. I love to take care of plants and learn about them. And I really like scrolling through social media and finding out random things!

Characters I Love: strawberry shortcake, Sam Winchester, Natsu Igneel, Calcifer, and more lmao

Favorite Artists: Ateez, Skz, Enhypen, SOAD, Sliplnot, Korn, 2pac, 50 cent, Ice cube, surf curse, Chappell Roan, and so much more