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containment • e. jaeger

synopsis: you’re the newest female guard at an all male prison. No one said it’d be easy but you were prepared for anything..except the new inmate on your cell block.

themes: forbidden romance/relationship, prisoner eren, modern au, correctional officer reader (black and fem coded) power play, lots of fantasizing and masturbation, consensual sex, he’s also a heavy switch and minors do not and i cannot stress this e-fucking-nough..interact!

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📝: I’m up at 3am, letting my insane thoughts win again so please don’t hold this against me if it’s too long or just wild in general but this is just some notes/imagines to what will be a full, multi-part fic eventually, just wanted to mainly focus on the spicy stuff for now.

you were one of the only three female guards to ever work at the state’s all male maximum security prison. A facility notorious for housing some of the county’s most terrifying criminals..naturally, it was said to be no place for a woman and you were subjected to harassment, heckling and sometimes violence but you didn’t allow it to stop your goals. As physically strong as you were stubborn, you didn’t fear them in the slightest.

it was only six months after your assignment to the close containment unit that he was put onto your floor and things began to shift..an inmate by the name of eren jaeger; he was most certainly different from the other convicts you made contact with on a daily basis…

never gives you a hard time, always complied and is always in his cell either drawing or reading. If they didn’t give him time off for good behavior, you didn’t know who would get it. Also was super intelligent.

sort of intimidated the other guards and prisoners because of his eerie silence. They didn’t know why he’d been on a floor like this but act so well behaved. no one ever got on his bad side though..they knew better because he’d remind them why he was locked up in the first place.

has a slick ass mouth and every time you asked what he was there for, his response was “whatever they say I did.”

you didn’t make it your mission to be chummy with the prisoners, but he made the job a bit more tolerable. “good morning, officer (l/n)..” it was how he always greeted you..in addition to a little faint smile and telling you how pretty you were that day, whether barefaced or with some light makeup on and oddly enough, he always knew the scent of your perfume. “I can compliment my favorite guard, can’t I? Is that allowed?” the sarcasm and sweet gestures were something you had grown accustomed to. “You’re as cute as you are dangerous, Jaeger. Too bad for you, they don’t reduce sentences for adorable one liners.” although those words should have meant nothing come from a criminal…

it’s one day, however..when you were seeing him off to library cleanup duty that it went from harmless flirtation to a heated, forbidden love affair. “Not to be gross or anything but I gotta go take a piss, officer. I’ve been holding it since we left the cell.” he had been working diligently without a break for two hours so you’d allow it.

never had to worry about him trying anything as he had seen you take down men twice his size by yourself and even had subdued him once after a fight was incited by somebody else but he didn’t back down. (an ass whooping from you he’d soon never forget).

during that little bathroom break, you accidentally caught a glimpse of what he was working with…down south! You’d try to look away but really couldn’t help yourself. The man was hung like a horse. As a guard, you were to remain professional so the thoughts had to subside.

it was all but inevitable when you’d take him to the rec yard for exercise and you’d watch him do curl ups on the metal bars. His entire muscular back and arms riddled in tattoos; some professional pieces and others by the tip of an ink pen etched in prison. It’d be a huge violation if you’d ever acted on them and to you, that’s what made the fantasy all the more hotter.

on the trip back to finish up his last bit of library work, he utters something to you that made you freeze… “I know you were watching me earlier, officer..in the bathroom. I could feel those pretty little eyes of yours staring. Such a pervert.” Muttering sarcastically because his nasty ass loved the thought! To which you’d call his bluff and ask him so what if you were and he’d double down on it. “Then next time I’ll let you come help.” He always had a witty, smart mouthed comeback for everything.

it was getting harder to deny the sexual tension that was brewing though and as it were only the two of you left, the banter would become more and more risqué. Completely inappropriate and wrong but it felt so right..

“Can I get a good night kiss?” asks it every night when you take him back to his cell, to which you’d only ignore and instead, shove a stick of gum between his lips as a reward for his hard work..it was as close it were going to get for now.

it was when you got home that those disgusting desires could run rampant. In the solitude of your shower or bedroom, you were free to fantasize about this man and all of the things you wanted him to do you. Touching yourself, wishing it were him…a filthy criminal. From pinning your legs back and pumping you full of dick. Slapping, choking and tugging on your hair. Riding his pretty little face as you came all over his tongue. unbeknownst, he felt the same.

truthfully, it couldn’t be helped..watching the plump curvature of your ass sway in those black uniform cargos and your big supple tits tightly stuffed into that grey polo with the prison’s insignia on the left breast pocket every day drove him crazy. Those plump, juicy lips always covered in gloss that he wouldn’t mind shoving his cock between. Holding your head still while he throat fucks you into oblivion. And he just knew that pussy was fat with a mean grip. Many of nights had he lied in this cell, quietly stroking himself to the thought of his favorite guard bouncing on his dick, riding him before he’d take over and fuck up into you..smacking that round ass as he covers it in baby oil.

hearing you cry out his name..telling him how big it is as he forces all nine of those thick inches in you until it fits..just a few of the dozens of scenarios he’d play in his dirty, perverted mind. It had been years since he’d felt the touch of a woman so it was hard to restrain himself. He’d end up biting his sheets a way to gag his moans as his enclosed fist pumped until he’d splatter a giant nut all over his knuckles. Luckily he was alone in here.

when you returned to work a couple days later, that steamy tension had reached its boiling point and during day duty, you couldn’t take anymore. You needed him now! Favor was in your corner because he happened to be caught with cigarettes he smuggled from another inmate, which would have been a big infraction.

but instead, you snuck him off to a nearby closet where he’d become your personal fuck toy for the afternoon in exchange for your silence. It was his own damn fault..violating the rules and looking so damn good all the time. And he didn’t hesitate!

“You can keep a secret, can’t you, officer? I promise I won’t tell if you won’t.” taunting as he forced you back on his thick cock with his shackled hands. He’s made you squirt more times than any man ever has and it had been so long since he’d been in some pussy and especially one this tight so you had to keep him quiet because he was losing his shit. Didn’t hold it against him when he came too quick and..inside of you because you had been waiting a long time for it.

now, it’s become a regular occurrence. You can’t leave him alone and vice versa. Makes sure that no one else give you a hard time ever again and would handle it personally if they did. Guards included..in return you make sure he gets a little more on his commissary or drops him in a few cigarettes or snacks when it’s permitted. Even letting him get extra time outside, just so you could have him to yourself.

Can’t exactly communicate via cell phones so he writes you love letters that he hides in areas around the prisons for you to read when you get home. Full of filthy detail of how he’d be fucking you if he were a free man, how much he adores you and of course, all the trouble the two of you will get into the next time his beloved CO comes into work.

FIRST TIME SWEETHEART?

༘♡ the first time toji ate you out

༘♡ ft: fushiguro toji x afab!reader

༘♡ tw: NSFW, feral pussy eating

don't be mistaken, he wanted to eat your pussy the very first time you two fucked

you were the one who refused to let him go down on you, too embarrassed, too shy to allow him to be this close to you

toji had never been a patient man but when it came to you, he was willing to wait a hundred years

so he waited, tried to keep his burning desire to bury his face between your legs for himself until that blessed night

something snapped inside of him as soon as you told him that you were finally ready, his eyes turned into a deeper green, his pupils all blown out, his head tilted to the side.

you felt like a prey, shivering in front of a predator, unable to move with your heart racing into your chest, he got closer to you within a few seconds, his big hands already resting on your waist, a smirk adorning his handsome features.

"will you let me?"

you didn't trust your voice enough to speak, so you just nodded. you felt the grip of his hands tightening on your skin, and you squirmed when he dropped on his knees.

"wai- wait!" you exclaimed, your whole face heating up from the vision under you. he was so close, his face only a few inches from your clothed cunt.

"you remember your safe word sweetheart?"

you blinked a few times before nodding a second time. you swallowed hard, fear due to anticipation making you slightly tremble. he looked at you in the eyes again, and you expected him to say something, but instead what he did made you loudly gasp.

without even bothering to remove your panties, his mouth engulfed your poor pussy, his saliva already soaking your underwear, his hands moving from your waist to your asscheeks, grabbing them firmly to keep you close to him no matter how much you were trying to squirm away from this new sensation.

"aaah wait! I'm not- mmmmh" you couldn't finish your sentence, your whole body tensing when his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub.

your hands flew to his hair, your thighs clamping around his head. you felt it, you were a few seconds from giving away, you couldn't control your legs anymore, they were shaking too much, your knees were weak and toji took advantage of it. before you could grip his hair a little tighter, he pushed you on the bed behind you.

your yelp of surprise was quickly replaced by a new moan, louder than the others, and this time your eyes almost crossed. toji had smoothly tossed your panties to the side, his face never leaving your cunt even when he pushed you on the bed.

you felt your pussy tighten around nothing when you heard him. he moaned and grunted softly at your taste, it was nothing like tasting you on his fingers like he did before. it wasn't his fingers you felt but his warm tongue and nose brushing against your clit. his hands grabbed the underside of your thighs, lifting them so he could bury his tongue a little bit deeper inside you.

you moaned his name again and again, your hands gripping the sheets and coming back to his black hair every time he touched a sensitive spot. for the first time he raised his eyes to look at you, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you saw him licking your pussy from up and down while maintaining eye contact. you looked away, feeling the tension in your stomach slowly build up.

"you taste so sweet honey, and you're so wet, I bet you were dreaming of this since a very long time now, mmh?"

you nodded without thinking, trying to cover your face with one of your hand. he chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. he lazily lapped at your clit, it felt different from the feral thrusts he was doing a few minutes ago, and you started grinding your cunt against his face.

"but now that you know how it feels you're gonna let me do it every day, right baby? you won't have to do anything, just let me make you feel good."

you whined his name again and he answered by sucking on your clit, moving his tongue in circles around it. the pressure was too intense, it brought tears into your eyes, your thighs quivered and your mind got hazy.

"let it out baby, let it out."

he sucked harder, your back arched, and he took you deeper in his mouth, repeating the movement of his tongue. it was too much, he was too good with his tongue, like he was doing it for his own pleasure, moaning and smiling whenever you tried to run away from him. you finally came in a loud cry while toji hummed in approval, drinking what you released in his mouth and continuing to lick you to make your orgasm last longer.

"so good for me, you did so well sweetheart I'm proud of you" he said while kissing your thighs, his hands soothingly rubbing your chest.

you tried to catch your breath, your vision still a little blurry and your heart still pounding into your chest. you needily grabbed his hand, just to make sure he was still here with you and you sat on the bed. he smiled, the lower part of his face shining with your juices. he didn't miss his chance to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he pulled you closer during the kiss and you frowned when you felt something wet against your leg.

"oh my god toji..."

his boxers was stained with his own cum, his cock was still leaking, still erected behind his underwear. he seemed painfully hard.

when your eyes got back to his face he grinned, taking your chin between his fingers.

"ever heard of sixty-nine sweetie?"

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Stomach in knots‼️‼️

Pussy drunk eren ?

"oh fuck baby, don't stop." eren whines, your hips rising up and down on his cock. it's the 3rd time you made him cum this night but he wants to keep going, needs to keep going. you haven't seen each other in few weeks and now he realized how much he missed your warm cunt.

his hands find your ass and he takes a handful, helping your ride him. his eyes are closed because he knows he can't look down and see your pussy cream all over his cock, knowing he would cum right here.

"it's all your fault." he says before slamming his cock deep into your pussy. he swiftly turns you on your stomach as he pounds into you with all his leftover strength.

"it's your fault. only your pussy can make me this stupid."

You cannot tell me this man is not fine

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON 2021 | on the set of “Bullet Train” with make-up artist Merc Arceneaux

rapper eren eating it with his grills in…somebody take my phone before I do something ungodly 😵‍💫 I’ve been on a three day terror streak and I must be stopped.

Holy shii

Hes got you pinned beneath him , one hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other gripping the headboard.

His grin is sadistic as he pounds into. You're the absolute picture of bliss, chin covered in drool and eyes rolled into the back of your head. You clench around him tight and he responds with a harsh thrust. Your mindless babbling filled with 'I love you's and moans of his name spurr him on to thrust harder.

The wood of the headboard makes a satisfying crack as it splits. You hear him curse and you can barely register what happened before he pulls you down the bed away from the broken headboard and pushes his cock back into you.

"I don't care if we rip this entire room to shreds, I'm not stoppin' til you squirt all over me"

kentaro kiyoutani, daichi sawamura, rintaro suna, shugo meian, morisuke yaku, issei matsukawa, keishin ukai

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”

☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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+1 (555)-555-0203 I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

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Texts with Situationship!Toji

He’s kinda toxic in a good way 🥰.

What else would Situationship!Toji say or do 😭?

missing you

ran haitani pays his girlfriend a visit after couple months long distance. this is mainly fluff, a little bit of angst at the end ish? and smut of course.

content warnings: teasing, doggy style, creampie, choking, he fucks you and your mom's downstairs gasps.

author's note: just a quick little thing i wrote bc I MISS THIS MAN SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

anyway.

You get distracted very easily. Maybe, that’s why you failed to notice the sound of your room window unlocking from the outside, failed to notice Ran climbing through the tiny space and even failed to notice his presence at all as you’re humming away at that song playing through your cheap headphones.

They were a gift from your middle school before you left, and by gifted, you mean stolen them from the IT room because they fit nicely around your head unlike other headphones. 

Ran waits for you to become aware of his presence, but when he’s standing there for another 30 seconds and realises you have 0 awareness of your surroundings, he sighs and flops down onto your bed, pulling out one of your beauty magazines from your side drawer.

You just finish off underlining your work on your notebook, putting down your ruler and pencil to change the song on your phone. When turning on your phone, that’s when you realise the time and how you’ve been studying for a good 4 hours straight and now you realise your stomach rumbling.

Sliding your chair away from your desk, you spin around, ready to head downstairs and harass your mother for dinner when you nearly jump at the sight of your boyfriend laying down on your bed with your magazine in hand, flipping through the pages like he didn’t just break into your house unannounced.

Ran giggles to himself at the loud shriek that leaves your mouth upon seeing him and sits up on his bed. You’re still standing there, frozen in place, your headphones sliding off your head because you dropped your phone the moment you yelled.

“Well?” He states and before you even know what you’re doing, you run towards your bed and jump on him, embracing him in a bear tight hug. He groans upon impact, your weight pushing him down onto the bed as you wrap your arms tight around his neck, digging your face into the crevice of his shoulder.

“I missed you.” He kisses the top of your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist and takes in the scent of your shampoo. His heart flutters inside his chest when he hears you mutter those exact words back into his skin.

You pull away from the hug after what felt like five minutes. “How long have you been sitting there?!”

“Like, 2 minutes maybe?” He reaches up to flick your forehead, “you gotta be more aware of your surroundings.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You slide off of him and move to sit down next to him on the bed. “I was just distracted with my school work.”

“College tough?”

“Mhm. Tougher than I thought. Look.” 

He hums as he watches you crawl towards the end of your bed to turn on your lamp. The bulb brightens up your room and he’s able to see your face more clearly. “Look at my eyebags, Ran.”

“Shit.” He curses and reaches a hand out to cup your cheeks. “You gotta get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep, Ran. I have 5 more assignments due this week.” You crawl back into his lap and he finds it amusing how fidgety you are despite being so sleep deprived. “I just wanna quit.”

“Then do it.” 

“Can’t.” You sigh into his neck and sit up to wrap your legs around his waist, like a koala hugging a tree. “I wanna be successful.”

“I’m successful without college.” 

You pull away from his neck to look at him, “Yeah, but you sell drugs. I don’t.”

“Not anymore.” 

You give him an unserious look. “You know what I mean, don’t be a smart ass.” His hands slide down to your pyjama pants, fingers just tracing the waistband, barely crossing the border between skin and fabric. 

“If being a smartass means I get 2 hours of sleep a day then I don’t wanna be one.”

“True that, I guess. It’s not worth it.” You mumble, distracted when you run your hands down his chest. “Have you been working out?”

“Fucking Kakucho forced me.”

“I like it.” You trail your gaze back up to his eyes, letting your fingers roam underneath his shirt to feel his chest up without his shirt in the way. 

“You wanna know what I like?” He asks and you cock your head to the side. “This.” He reaches inside your pants with two big hands and grips onto your ass hard, causing you to slap at his chest.

“Stop being a pervert, Ran!”

“So you can touch me up, but I can’t touch you? Double standards, babe.”

“It’s not a double standard.”

“Is too.”

“Nope, it’s no—” Your words are cut off when Ran leans forward. He kisses you, slow and tender, your hands coming up to cup at his face. He sighs into your mouth upon feeling that comforting feeling of your body pressed flush against his own and you both melt into each other. 

“I missed you so much.” You whisper against his lips and he breaks the kiss, pulling away to soak in the sight of your face, your beautiful face illuminated by the bright yellow bulb on your nightstand.

“Missed you too.” He replies back, fingers sliding out from your pants to grab at your waist, digging his fingers into the flesh.

“How long are you here, in Tokyo?” You ask, sliding off his lap to lay down on your bed, resting your head against the soft pillows.

“Couple hours. Was stopping by and decided to pay my girl a visit. Aren’t I sweet?”

You lift your leg up to gently kick at his sides. “It’s the bare minimum to visit your girlfriend after being away for so long.”

“Maybe it is, but I’m still sweet though.”

“Are you? Where’s my flowers?” 

“My presence is worth more than flowers, babe.”

“Is it though?” You laugh loudly when his face deflates, that sweet saracchine smile he’s always carrying on his face falls. “I’m kidding!” You sit up from the bed to hug him again, but his body is unresponsive, not even paying you attention. 

“...Ran?” You shake him a couple times, but he’s still ignoring you, checking out his perfectly cut nails instead. “Stop ignoring me!” Silence. “Baby? Babe? Ran, stop.” You frown at him, shaking him more, just wanting a crumb of his attention.

“I love you.” You mutter against his ear before giving his earlobe soft kisses, your hand dropping down to his pants, untying the strings of his sweatpants to slide a hand inside his pants. 

“Say it back…please.” You whisper against the skin of his neck before giving it more kisses, humming against his neck as your hands grip at his soft cock, giving it slow strokes as you mark up his neck with lovebites.

“...Fuck.” He cusses when your thumb runs over his tip at the same time your tongue darts out to lick a stripe along the coloumn of his throat.

“Did you like that?” You kiss your way up to his lips, fingers pumping at his cock a little faster as you take his lips in yours, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip before biting at it. “Answer me.”

His hand comes up to your throat, pausing your ministrations and you break the kiss to laugh as he pushes you back down onto the bed. “Don’t tell me what to do, princess.”

“I guess the silent treatment is over.”

“Silent treatment? I was acting like a flower, since you prefer an inanimate objects presence over my own.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. If it wasn’t for the hand around your throat, gently squeezing you then you definitely would’ve. “Are you going to fuck me?”

The answer reveals itself when you hear the sounds of pots and pans clashing together downstairs in the kitchen. “Ain’t your mother down there?”

“Yeah…but if we’re quiet, she won’t notice.”

“You? Quiet?” He just barely dodges the kick you give him.

“I can be quiet! You’re just too rough!”

“Mmmm, can you really blame me?” He’s positioning himself between your legs, sliding your pants down as he removes his cock from his sweats. “You sure you can be quiet?”

“I can. Just…don’t be too rough.”

“What did I say about telling me what to do?” You sigh, throwing your head back, ultimately giving up. You squeeze your eyes shut upon feeling his cockhead rub against your wet folds. You could feel him just barely push the tip in before he’s retracting his cock to stroke at it a couple more times.

You’re getting tired.

“Ran….” You breathe out, desperate to feel him inside you. “Stop doing that.”

“I’m not doin’ anything.” He lies, before doing the exact same thing as before, pushing his tip in a little further this time, far enough that you could feel that burning stretch you’ve grown accustomed too. 

Before you could even bask in the pleasure, he’s retreating his cock again. “Ran!” You whine out and he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing.

“Okay, okay! I got you, wait.” His hands slide up your legs, resting under your knees as he spreads your legs further before pushing his cock inside slowly. Your hands fly to your mouth to muffle the moan you almost let out. 

He pulls out, again and you swear you’re so close to hitting him.

“Turn over.” His deep voice has your thoughts stilling inside your head.

“O-okay.” You sit up and get on your knees before turning around, resting your arms on the bed and allow him to lift your ass up. A big hand reaches down to lightly smack against the side at a cheek before he’s gripping it hard enough to bruise. 

“R-ran, please…” You moan into your pillow, too desperate now to function. You’re pushing your ass back onto him, relishing in the feeling of his tip poking into your thigh. 

He watches amused as your hand comes up to try grab at his cock and position it at your entrance, watches amused as your moan gets cut off as you’re pushing back against his cock, forcing it to enter you deeper.

He watches amused, relsishing in the loud moan you give when he snaps his hips against yours, shoving his cock deep inside you, loud enough that not even the pillow could muffle the noise. 

“Ran—” You scream his name into the pillow, hoping it’s enough to muffle the sounds of your cries and moans and he digs his hands into the skin of your hips as he fucks you.

“Fuck—missed this pussy s’much.” He says after a moment. You’re trying to push back into him but he’s pulling you back, your pants and cries only turning him on more and he stills his hips in motion. 

“Please, don’t, don’t stop, Ran—please, fuck me—”

“Show me how much you want it.”

Your body shakes as you try to look back at him. “H-huh?”

“Fuck yourself back onto it.” 

It being his cock, you realise after a couple seconds, your brain struggling to recover from his length stretching out your walls. You push your ass back in one steady motion, until you can feel his fingers digging further into your hips, keeping you in place.

The stimulation has him ever so subtly bucking his hips against yours, only tiny small movements that have him hitting that spot deep inside you. “F-fuck, you’re so tight.” He rolls his hips against yours and you whimper into the pillow, burying your head in your arms.

You’re so wet too, as if the skin on skin noises weren’t enough, the wet sounds coming from your pussy are music to his ears. It’s a miracle your walls aren’t thin because the noise alone would’ve gotten you both caught. 

“C’mon, legs up, babe—” You briefly register his voice, his command and you can’t obey this one. Each roll of his hips has your body breaking down, struggling to keep yourself up.

“I—I can’t. Too deep, fuck—” He’s readjusting your legs up before grabbing your hands from around your head, pinning them to your back and you have to bite into the pillow to muffle your moans as he thrusts himself with such force it has your bed shaking.

“Gonna cum. Shit, gonna cum inside you—you want me to fill you up don’tcha? Say it.” He’s unpinning your hands from your back to lift your head up. “Say it.”

“P-please cum inside me.” You beg before he lets go your head to grip at your hips again. You sink back into the pillow, digging your face deep into the fabric to hide the loud moan you let out, walls clenching around his cock as you orgasm.

“Shit, shit—fuck—” Ran’s hips give you one more brutal thrust before his hips still in place, his hips twitch against yours as he fucks his cum deeper into you. 

Panting heavily, he lets out a deep sigh before letting go of your hips and your body collapses onto your bed. He watches your pussy twitch a couple times, watches his cum seep out from your folds as you catch your breath. 

You shiver when you feel his fingers rub against your lips, grabbing some of his cum before he’s flipping you over to face him. “Open up.”

You crack an eye open to see his cum on his fingers and you obey, opening your mouth and allowing him to fuck his fingers into your throat. “Missed my little slut so much.”

You lift your hand to his wrist and gently pull his fingers out from your lips. “I missed you too.”

“C’mere.” He’s gesturing for you to sit up and when he realises he fucked the energy out of you, he’s laughing. “You okay?” 

You don’t even have the energy to nod your head, sinking back down into your pillow as you let out a strange noise that Ran interprets as a yes. 

“Will your mother come in here anytime soon?”

You shake your head. “Cuddle me, please.” You hold your arms out, wide enough for him to slip through them, resting his head against your chest, soaking in the sound of your heartbeat as you stroke his braids.

“Could you sleep over tonight?” You ask, hopeful to just hug him for a couple more hours before he disappears to head back to Roppongi for the next couple months.

“I’ll try, baby.” He shifts his head to look up at you, already missing your face.

(His phone is blowing up with texts from his friends telling him to come back so they can leave, but he waits for you to fall asleep before he heads out in the middle of the night).

You wake up to an empty bed and an open window.

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eren.

⌕ eren’s playlist. | apple music | spotify. 

⌕ sketch. | sketcher!eren who has ocd. angst | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ any last words. | shinigami!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ don’t be mean. | nasty sex on da couch | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ apple martini. | quickie in the bathroom at a restaurant | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ constant bullshit. | exboyfriend!eren trying to rekindle your relationship | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ crush. | facetime masturbation | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ feen. | possessive!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵ 

⌕ sapiosexual. | stoner!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ titan!eren monsterfuck. | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ dirty. | mechanic!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ don’t pull out. | reader rlly wants a baby | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ shortcake. | baker!eren | fluff & explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ sketch remastered. | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ pizza boy. | eren brings his pretty girl pizza and fucks her dumb | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ sour. | baseball player!eren who likes to fuck your throat before a game | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ yours | virgin!reader who wants her neighbor | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ hate fucking w eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

jean.

⌕ under the influence. | officer!jean | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

⌕ play with me. | sneaky sex behind eren’s back | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

⌕ take you down. | boxer!jean | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

reiner.

⌕ spread ‘em. | construction worker!reiner | explicit smut. link. ໋↵

porco.

⌕ provide | football player!porco | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

armin.

⌕ so anxious | jerking him off in the mirror. dom!reader | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

ymir.

⌕ lost in london. | guitarist!ymir in paris | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

levi.

⌕birthday boy | giving levi the best bday gift | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

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No cuz why it’s so good thoooo

crush. eren yeager.

warnings; facetime sex, sex toy(s), vulgar language, explicit sexual content, dom eren, mild daddy kink, black coded.

one late night call changed your entire life. you were already laying in bed, notebooks scattered around you as you rest your chin in your palm with your macbook in your face, taking pictures out of boredom. if wondering, you were trying to write smut for your new book, but couldn’t for the life of you since your writers blocked fucked you over. oldies music soothingly played lowly in the background, specifically 90s r&b, entire room lit to pink from your led lights. humming to yourself, you click your favorite heart filter, puckering your lips and snapping photos.

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NSFW!!

sakusa eats pussy messily. you never thought it would be something you’d experience with the way he is, but the quiet ones are always full of surprises.

sakusa takes extra precautions with everything. he can’t even do skin-to-skin contact for too long, so you assumed that’s how your sex life would be when you started dating him. 

you were pleasantly mistaken, nonetheless. 

this man is absolutely in awe when you spread your legs wide for him, pussy practically glistening, and he’s trying his best not to go completely feral. it starts with little licks up and down your slit, but when you start to whimper, whine, and rock your hips against his face. he can’t help it.

he spits directly onto your clit before licking it eagerly, ensuring nothing drips. then he hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you flush against his mouth till he can’t breathe in anything but your scent. his tongue moves viciously over your bud, stimulating something inside you. he wants to slow down when hearing your breath hitch and feeling your legs begin to shake, but it all makes his cock twitch a little too much. it’s exciting, and he can’t stop now, not when your delicious juices are about to spread all across his face.

when you do cum he doesn’t stop there, he laps up your juices and begins slobbering on your sensitive bud, tongue prodding at your hole, and he’d even occasionally give the lips a little suck. you beg for him to stop, it’s truly too much, but he’s in his own world. you then have to push his head away from your sore cunt for him to get the hint and when he sits up to look and your post-nut figure, he smiles proudly. you, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. 

a mix of spit and your juices cover his chin, and when your eyes peer down at his sweatpants, you can’t hide the smirk. the little dark spot and pulsing bulge told you more than you needed to know, and you wanted him in your mouth right then and there.

OH GREAT HEAVENS

He's a Magic Man

Ohhhh, he's got the magic hands

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Description: You and Eddie have been friends for years, neither of you willing to admit you had begun to crush on one another until one night your usual smoke and chill session gets a little steamy

Warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, SMUT with an attempt at minor plot, minors DNI, praise kink, slight degradation kink/dirty talk, van sex, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, use of pet names, drug use, f/m!oral receiving, fingering, teasing, choking, unprotected p in v, light anal play, creampie, touch of fluff at the end

A/N: I haven't written anything in a very long time, let alone smut, but like many of us on this hell site, the Eddie Munson brain rot has a very tight grip on me so I decided to give in. After not having a good idea for this for a couple weeks, it all spilled out of me very quickly. There was an attempt at proofreading. If this is well received, maybe I'll make this kind of thing a habit.

Word count: 3924

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It was a crisp evening, but not so much you couldn’t leave the van doors open as you and Eddie sat opposite each other on the back edge, passing a joint between the two of you. The mixtape you made faintly plays from his stereo, just loud enough to hear but not enough to impede on the atmosphere. You leaned back against the wall of the van after passing the joint back to him, staring up at the stars as you exhaled, smoke gently floating above you. 

“Hey,” Eddie’s raspy voice breaks your daydream, bringing your attention back to the joint in his hand. You smiled and took it back from him, delicately placing it between your lips and taking another puff. “Whatcha thinkin about, Princess?” He takes the joint again, cocking his head to the side as he studies you.

“Nothin’ in particular…” you start, returning your gaze to the sky, “I just love when the sky is this clear.” You nod your face upward, driving Eddie to follow your gaze. A sea of stars shine above you, softly glinting against the night sky. Eddie hums in approval as he hits the joint again, chasing it with the final sip of his beer.

This had been a frequent ritual for you two for a while, grabbing a meal and smoking together. Usually it was at his trailer, but it was such a nice night you both decided it would be more fun parking by the lake with a six pack and a pizza. Summer was over and autumn was rolling in so you had to savor the nice weather before it fully gave way to the cold of the oncoming winter. The pizza box was shoved against the driver's seat, its contents long devoured, the six pack now a four pack.

The next track on the mixtape starts and it's Magic Man by Heart. Eddie groans, handing the joint back to you and moving like he's gonna skip it. 

You grab the joint and immediately box him in place with your legs. "Don't you dare, Munson. This is a good fucking song and you know it," you snap at him.

"It's pop rock! It's not my style," he retorts, already accepting that he's not gonna escape from where your legs planted him.

"Have you even listened to that guitar solo? You can't tell me that isn't cool as fuck!"

Eddie scoffs, "I guess it's okay." At this point he was just playing with you, he loved when you got riled up over something you were passionate about. The way your body language would become noticeably more animated reminded him of how he'd get the same way with certain subjects.

You catch his smirk and give him a playful shove with your legs before retracting them and crawling next to where he sat in the van, settling next to him as you took another long drag from the quickly dwindling joint. You exhale the smoke at Eddie in an act of defiance as you hand it back to him. "You're so full of shit, Eddie," you chide playfully.

Eddie gives you a sly smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and watching you with those soft brown eyes, slightly hazy from the weed. He takes one last long drag before stuffing the roach in his empty can beside him. Holding in the smoke, he turns to you, letting his confidence lead his next move as he gently slid his finger along your jawline and lifts your chin slightly. He brushes the tip of your nose with his and as if you read his mind, your lips part to let him shotgun the smoke to you, his lips grazing over yours.

He pulls back just enough to take in your face, checking to see if his sudden bravado was misplaced as you exhaled only to be met with a satisfied smile. You touch his face, closing the gap again only this time your lips fully meet with his. Eddie melts into your touch, deepening the kiss as you snake your fingers through his messy curls. He slips his tongue out to trace over your lips and you open them, inviting him into your mouth and clashing your tongue against his, twisting and tasting each other. A mix of weed, PBR, and a lingering hint of pepperoni. After a long moment you both break to catch your breath, foreheads pressed together.

"Eddie Munson, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that," you laugh, cradling his face in your hand.

He chuckles back, his hand sliding under your hoodie to caress your side before it comes to rest on your hip, fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. "Glad to know it isn't just me, sweetheart."

His lips meet yours again, both of you allowing the hunger between you to peek out as your mouths smash together. You move to straddle him, sucking on his bottom lip and not breaking the kiss as you settle on his lap. Eddie's hands grasp your hips roughly as you give him a little grind, causing him to moan into your mouth. He slides his hands down to your ass, encouraging you to grind into him again.

You feel his growing erection through his jeans and the friction causes you to break the kiss to release a gasp. Eddie takes the opportunity to bury his face against your neck, biting and sucking on your throat, small dark marks peppering your skin. Both of your arms slide around Eddie's neck, hands tangling in his long hair and holding him against you as his continued assault makes you whine with need for him. 

He glides a hand under your shirt and you can feel him grin against your neck when he realizes you didn't wear a bra tonight. "God you're incredible," he mumbles into you as he cups one of your breasts and squeezes, teasing your nipple between his calloused fingers.

You pull back to shrug your hoodie off your shoulders and he responds by shoving off his leather jacket and battle vest, tossing them aside. Grabbing at the hem of your shirt, you lift it over your head, adding to the growing pile of discarded clothing beside you.

Eddie sits back to take in the view, both his hands sliding along your sides before each claiming a tit and kneading the flesh in his hands, eliciting a moan from you. He shoves his face between them; biting, kissing, sucking, feasting on you like a man starved.

Your own hands slip under his shirt in response, feeling the gentle indents of muscle along his abdomen and chest. "Oh god Eddie… I want you so bad," you gasp, still grinding your heat against him.

"Yeah baby?" He huffs against your chest between bites and kisses, "gonna make you feel real good tonight, Princess." Eddie reaches a hand down to fumble at your belt and pants, loosening the button and zipper just enough to give him access. "Jesus Christ, you're already so wet," he moans against you as he slides a finger along your slick slit, overcome by how much of a mess you already are. "This all for me, baby?" He asks as he leans back from you slightly, meeting your eyes.

You bite your bottom lip and nod in response. "Been thinking about fucking you a long time Eds," you grip his shoulders, gently digging your nails into his skin, "thinking about how your fingers would feel…" 

Eddie continues to tease your pussy, just sliding his finger along your lips and collecting your arousal, watching you with amusement as you shudder in response. "Thinking about how your mouth would feel," you continue, twisting your fingers in his necklace as you lean forward to nibble at his ear lobe, his thumb finds your clit and rubs soft circles against it, earning another moan from you "Thinking about your cock inside me." You emphasize the last sentence by roughly cupping his straining bulge through his jeans. 

Eddie groans, dipping his finger into your heat as you press against him. He worms his fingers into your hair and grasps it tightly, using it to gently tug you upright in his lap again so he can look at your face. "I can't wait to feel this tight little cunt gushing on my cock, baby." He slides a second finger inside you, briefly mimicking your face as your mouth drops into an O shape, his fingers curling inside you, "but first I want to taste you." After a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulls his hand from your pants, the loss making you whine in protest. He brings them to his mouth and sucks your juices off them with a pop, humming contentedly. "Fuck, I bet it's even better straight from the source." He stares at you, licking his lips hungrily.

With his arm around you Eddie lays you down on the pile of blankets he keeps in the van, managing to stay slotted between your legs as he does so. He leans down to kiss you, twisting his tongue around yours as he reaches down to undo his own pants and give his straining erection some breathing room. He straightens up long enough to pull his shirt over his head before falling back over you and begins to trail kisses and bites down your body, pausing to give your breasts some dedicated attention before continuing down your abdomen and leaving a few more marks in his wake.

He slides your jeans and underwear down as he bites along your hips, only stopping to lift your legs over his shoulder so he can fully remove your remaining clothes. He settles himself back between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kisses and nibbles your inner thighs, working his way to your puffy lips. Eddie watches you as he drags the flat of his tongue up your slit and punctuates it by sucking on your clit. 

You arch against him, moaning loudly, and you can tell how pleased he already is with himself when he hums against your sensitive nub before pulling away. "Look at this pretty pussy, s’wet and ready for me." He gives another lick, light and teasing this time.

"Mmm Eddie… please," you whine, bucking your hips towards him in a needy gesture as he stills your movement.

Eddie flashes you a devilish smile, "Please what, Princess?" He teases, kissing just out of reach from where you truly want him. "I want to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, feeling your heart pound in anticipation, "Eat my pussy, Eddie, please."

"That's my good girl." Eddie rewards you with a few heavy licks through your folds, gently sucking on them between laps. He begins to alternate between lapping at your arousal and sucking your clit, his large hands gripping your thighs as he settles into a rhythm that has you practically screaming for him.

"Oh my god Eddie!" you gasp as you instinctively roll your hips against his face, one of your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as the other slides over one of the hands on your thighs, intertwining your fingers with his. 

Eddie moans against you, tongue-fucking your hole as your moans continue to build. "You taste so fuckin good, baby." He's already so pussy drunk and you can see it in his eyes when he looks up at you, bringing his mouth back to your clit as he slides two of his fingers into you. "I could eat this pussy all night."

His words make you crumble. "Eddie… fuck! I'm s'close!" you whine. "Please don't stop!" You can feel the cool metal of his rings kiss your entrance with every pump of his fingers. The pornographic sound of your wet squelching mixed with your moans fills the van. Before long your walls are clenching his fingers so hard he can barely move them inside you, still pulling and grasping his hair as you ride out your orgasm on his face. A whining, blubbering mess as you hold onto his head for dear life. It feels like minutes before your body calms down, Eddie not stopping his movements until he's sure your climax has passed.

He kisses your inner thigh and looks up at you, face glistening with your cum and the biggest smile on his face.  "That sounded like a good one, Princess," he cooed, admiring your fucked out expression as he gently slides his fingers over your sopping wet lips, making you twitch and whine from the slight overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard from being eaten out," you pant, reaching up to push the sweat matted hair from your forehead. Eddie responds with a self satisfied laugh as he plants more kisses on the inside of your thighs. You reach out for him, beckoning him toward you and Eddie obliges, crawling back up your body to lock his swollen pink lips with yours. You can taste yourself on him and it just turns you on more, causing you to squeeze your knees against his hips. "Eddie…" you breathe between kisses, "I need you to fuck me."

Eddie moans into you. You trail a hand down his body, slipping into his boxers and closing it around his hard length, gasping at the feel of his girth. Eddie thrusts into your hand, whining and moaning as you stroke him. He reaches down to shove his pants down, kicking them off his legs once they get far enough and leans back on his knees to push his boxers off, letting his cock spring free. You fully take in his size for the first time, almost overcome with need for him. 

"Christ Eddie, you're so big…" you marvel, propping yourself up and leaning forward to take him in your hands again. "Where have you been hiding this fuckin’ thing?" You joke as you stroke his length, not really looking for an answer.

Eddie lets out a hiss as you lick the precum beading on his tip, but before he can think of a response you're taking him in your mouth and causing his brain to short circuit. His hands slide along your shoulders and neck as you move to take a long lick from base to tip, pursing your lips together as you push him back in your mouth. One of his hands settles on the back of your head to guide you as you bob on his cock, taking in as much as you dare. Eddie gives a few gentle thrusts before he has to stop you, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop. "I'm not gonna last if I let you keep this up," he leans down to kiss you again before he reaches over to dig in the back pocket on the passenger seat. A look of frustration draws across his face when he doesn't find what he's looking for. "Fuck… I think I'm out of condoms," he groans in annoyance.

You gently shove him back, guiding him to flip positions so you're back on top of him, his frustration giving way to curiosity as you settle in his lap again. "I'm on the pill, Eddie," you whisper as you kiss and suck along his jawline. You drag your wet heat over his length firmly and Eddie grabs your ass, a shuddering moan escapes his lips as his head drops back and he ruts against you. You move to the other side of his face, still planting little love bites to his jawline and neck, "I want to feel you fill me up."

"Jesus H Christ, baby, you're gonna be the death of me saying shit like that," Eddie growls. He lifts your hips slightly before grabbing his cock and lining himself up with your entrance, swirling his tip in your arousal a few times before guiding you back down on his lap. His eyes are fixated on where you two connect as he watches his cock disappear inside you, the sounds of your moans almost drowning out the mixtape still playing in the background.

You take a moment to adjust, feeling that satisfying burn of how well his cock stretches and fills you. Biting your lip and anchoring your hands on his shoulders, you slowly rise and fall on his lap, both of you groaning together at the delicious friction. Eddie's thumb finds your clit again and starts rubbing in those gentle circles, quickening your pace. Your hand slides into his hair, pulling his face into your chest. He kisses your breasts, alternating between them and sucking on your nipples, rolling his tongue against them as he does.

His free hand kneads the flesh of your ass as you bounce on him. He pauses his assault on your chest to look up at you, his previously soft brown eyes now dark and full of lust. "Look at you coming apart for me, baby. Desperate little slut for my cock," he coos against you. The hand on your ass slides a little lower and inward as Eddie teases a finger over the tight hole as if to test your response. The jolt of electricity it sends through you has you grinding harder on his dick, ragged moans escaping your lips. Eddie growls in approval, reaching further to collect the slick from between you two before continuing his probing, adding more pressure as he dips the tip of his middle finger in. "Bet you'd like me to fuck this tight little hole too. Ruin this perfect little ass." The hand that was rubbing your clit slides up the back of your neck, Eddie pulling you in close as he bites and sucks at your jugular.

The sound you make in response is feral, your whole body vibrates against him as the combined stimulation has you riding him hard. "Fuck Eddie! Gonna cum," your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

"Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you soak my cock." His encouragement is all you need, falling over the edge as you clench tightly around him. Eddie groans, struggling to hold back because he's not done with you yet, rolling his hips with yours as you ride out your orgasm. Your moans are deep and loud, feeling your clit press against the tuft of hair above his crotch as he grinds into you. Your spasms soften and before you realize what's happening, Eddie's rolling you on your back, supporting your hips against his to keep himself inside you.

Eddie hitches his arms under your knees and begins to pound into you roughly, another moan escaping your mouth with every snap of his hips into you. "God look at this pretty pussy, taking my cock so well," he groans at the sight of you before him, a fucked out, blubbering mess as he hurtles you towards another orgasm. "Who would have guessed you'd be such a filthy little slut?" He sucks in his bottom lip as he drops one of your legs gently, sliding his hand around your throat and waiting for confirmation before applying pressure. You slide a hand over his, pressing it into your throat as you whine softly and nod, giving him the consent he asked for. As his grip tightens, your hand slides from his to trace along his forearm before falling back above your head as you arch your back, panting desperately from the ecstasy of his touch.

"Fuuuuuck," Eddie groans, mouth hung open as he leans forward, nearly bending you in half after pushing the leg he was still holding up to his shoulder. His thrusts become ruthless, gently gripping your throat as he locks his lips with yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss. "I'm getting close, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up until you're dripping with me." His moans are almost as ragged as yours, his thrusts hard and deep.

You lock your legs around his hips, your hands finding purchase in his curls again and you hold him against you. "God, give it to me, Eddie. Fuck!" You feel your third orgasm edging closer as Eddie releases your throat and brings his hand to your hip, changing the angle just enough that he's consistently ramming at that sweet spot inside you.

Between your moans and the fluttering of your walls around him, Eddie knows how close you are. He keeps up his pace, not willing to let himself cum before you but feeling his control slipping. "Come on, baby, give me one more, wanna feel you cum again." He reaches between you to rub your clit again and before you know it you feel that coil snap, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back. "Thaaaat's a good girl," he praises, still rubbing your sensitive nub. The spasms and tightness of your pussy are all too inviting and Eddie shudders as his own release washes over him, spurts of cum painting your walls as he continues to fuck you through both your orgasms, milking everything he's got into you. Breathing heavily, he collapses on you gently, trying not to crush you under his weight, his cock still buried inside you. He nuzzles into your neck and smiles as you rub his back.

"God, Eddie, that was incredible," you pant, kissing his forehead. 

Eddie smiles and kisses your chest, propping himself up on his elbows and planting another kiss on your lips. "I've been wanting to fuck you like that since last year," he says before gently pulling out of you, watching as some of his cum begins to seep out of your cunt. He reaches for his boxers and uses them to clean you both up before tossing them aside again and settling in beside you.

"Should have shotgunned me then you big dork, we could have been fucking like this all year," you playfully nudge him.

"I didn't think you'd be into me! I know we’re friends, but who wants to date the town freak?" Eddie shrugs, his insecurities showing.

You smile warmly at him, sliding your hands over his face and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “Guess you found the girl that wants to date the freak.”

He wraps his arms around you, feeling you melt into his chest, a face splitting smile stretches across his lips, “Seems like I did, sweetheart.” Eddie pulls back slightly and lifts your chin to look at your face, grinning as he's met with your look of contentment. "My girl," he coos as he bends his head down to kiss you tenderly.

"My freak," you respond with another deep, passionate kiss. Both of you laugh as he gives you a playful shove before pulling you back against his chest, tucking your head under his chin. Finally becoming aware of the contrast of the chilly night air against your warm, sweaty bodies, you pull Eddie tighter against you. “Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?” he responds, feeling you shiver.

“I think it’s time we head back to your place,” you smirk and wiggle against him, “maybe we’ll find the energy for a second round.”

You feel Eddie’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “Don't have to tell me twice, Princess.” Eddie feels like he’s gonna be wearing that grin all weekend as you both throw your clothes back on for the drive back to the trailer.

Stranger Than Fiction

Part 17: Cathartic

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18 (Coming Soon)...

AN: Back at it again with the surprise update! I just couldn't keep you guys waiting after I teased Billy coming back in the last part! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think! Billy is back baby!!

Word Count:3,591

Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of death, allusions to SA, guns, needles, allusions to abuse

The group comes to the conclusion that the best way to get the virus out of Will is to burn it out. Hopper offers his cabin as a safe palace that Will won’t recognize. Luckily, you have spent some time at the cabin over the years and know how to get there. It was where Hopper had taken you to learn how to shoot, and back when he tried to teach you how to read game trails. You hadn’t been very good at it but you still enjoyed spending time with him. You are surprised to hear that Hopper and El have been living in the run down cabin for the past year. You offer to lead Jonathan to the cabin in Steve’s car, while Hopper takes El back to Hawkins lab. 

You walk next to Hopper as he quickly carries Will to the car. 

“Now remember, there are a couple of trip wires set up about 50 yards away from the house, so watch your step.” He instructs, lowering Will into the back seat. 

“Got it.” you confirm, stepping to the side to let Jonathan help load Will into the car. Hopper is sure to instruct Jonathan to radio as soon as Will is free. When he turns to you he pauses. You think you see something close to pride mixed with his anxious expression. He takes a step forward, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. 

“Listen kid, if anything happens, remember what I taught you.” he says, looking down at you.

“Shoot first, ask questions later.” you recite confidently. A light smile tugs at his lips as he pulls you into a tight embrace. 

“That’s right.” he confirms “And if anything happens just know…” You feel him take a deep breath. “Just know that I’m proud of you.” He says, placing a light kiss on the top of your head. 

“I know.” you say, holding him tightly. You hear him clear his throat and pull away, looking almost sheepish. 

“Remember your safety.” He grumbles, firmly patting your shoulder before rushing away. It’s not surprising to you, Hopper has never been an emotional man, but that was the closest thing you were going to get to an ‘I love you’. Smiling gently to yourself, you do your best to push the worry for his, and everyone's, safety to the back of your mind. You return inside to retrieve the keys to Steve’s car. He’s waiting for you in the kitchen, keys extended. 

“Thanks.” you say, reaching out to take them. At the last second, he retracts his hand, pulling them out of your reach. 

“Listen, babysitter, I know it’s the end of the world and all, but if you wreck my car I’m going to-”

“What? Kill me?” you ask, sarcastically. “Trust me Steve, bigger and badder monsters have tried… and failed.” you shoot back. Steve smiles at your attempt at humour in the dark situation. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. 

“Fair enough.” He says, lowering the keys for you to take. “Let’s keep it that way, yea?” He asks, his face now serious as his eyes lock on yours. 

“Yeah.” You confirm, taking the keys. He nods, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. Under all the jokes you can tell he’s worried. Turning, you head back to the car, Steve following closely behind you. 

“Nancy is going with you guys and I’m going to stay here with the kids.” Steve explains as you open the door. Glancing over his shoulder you see Nancy climbing into the passenger seat next to Jonathan. Looking back to Steve you see the sadness flicker across his face.

“Are you sure you can handle them?” You ask, referring to the kids. Steve scoffs, lifting an eyebrow.

“I’ve been watching you do it all day. How hard can it be?” He says confidently. Then as if something just occurred to him his brows pull together. “But, how do I get them to listen to me?” He asks seriously. You snort, climbing into the car. 

“All you have to do is be firm, speak with authority. They are just kids, not monsters.” You say, putting the keys in the ignition. Serve nods in understanding. Not able to help yourself, you pause turning back to him. “But Steve, remember… they can smell fear.” Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” He says dryly. When you don't respond, closing the car door, the amusement falls from his expression. “Wait, you're kidding right? Right?” Without another word you back out of the driveway, making sure that Jonathan is following, and drive off into the night. 

You drive as fast as you can. The dark trees rush by in a blur. You lean forward in your seat, focusing on the road illuminated in front of you. You hardly ever drive anymore and it feels like you are driving way too fast, but you don’t let yourself slow down. You can't. Not when Will’s life depends on getting that thing out of him before El closes the gate. 

The car fishtails out as you whip around the corner heading to the dead end. Slamming on the brakes, you kill the engine and step out, watching Jonathan haul Will’s limp body over his shoulder. You lead them into the woods, a flashlight trained on the ground in front of you, looking for the wire. Seeing it flash in the darkness you pause, turning to the group. 

“Watch your step.” You warn, gesturing to the shimmering silver line. They each file past, carefully stepping over and head to the cabin. You’re surprised to see that it doesn't look nearly as beat up as it had the last time you had seen it. Hopper really fixed the place up, it was almost… homey. In a haunted shack kind of way. 

“It’s actually kind of nice.” Nancy says, voicing your thoughts. 

“I mean… for Hopper.” You add jokingly, glancing at her. You see a ghost of a smile on her lips at your jest. You have to look away. Something about it makes your chest ache. Maybe it was the talk you'd had with Max, but everything feels too close to the surface, raw. 

The four of you get to work turning the area around Will into a practical oven. When everything is set and the fire is lit, you begin to feel nauseous. Your stomach is in knots and your mind starts to feel fuzzy. It gets harder to breathe as the heat increases, sweat beginning to pool on your skin. Taking a step back, you turn to leave. Opening the door you step outside into the cool night air. The sweat that formed on your skin instantly cools, sending a shiver down your spine. Taking a few deep breaths, you step out further onto the porch, taking a seat on the front steps. 

You run a shaky hand through your damp hair, bowing your head between your knees as you focus on your breathing, trying to think.

“Hey.” Nancy’s voice calls softly from the doorway. Turning your head slightly, you see her hesitate, glancing behind her at Joyce and Jonathan hovering over Will. She steps fully outside, closing the door behind her. She wraps her arms around herself before moving to sit next to you. You fight the urge to move away. The comparison Max had made between you and Mike is still fresh in your mind. You have been pushing Nancy away for so long, you aren't sure you know how to be close again. 

“Are you okay?” She asks. There is a lot behind the question. You can feel it. The months of unspoken pain, guilt, and fear built up behind it. Swallowing it down, you respond evenly. 

“Yeah.” you lie. “The heat just gave me a headache.” you explain. Nancy opens her mouth to say something, but closes it. You turn your eyes down to your hands, absentmindedly running your thumb over the raised scar on your left palm. 

Neither of you speak. There is too much between you. Too many things that should have been said months ago that have now festered between you, thickening the air making it hard to breathe. 

“I heard you talking to Max in the kitchen.” Nancy finally blurts out, breaking the silence. Your heart skips a beat. You can only imagine what she must think of you. After what happened last time… You close your eyes, waiting for her next words. There is another long moment of silence as the tension builds.

You jump when you feel her hand gently take yours. Your eyes snap open and when you turn to her she is gazing out into the darkness in front of you both. You slowly wrap your fingers around her hand, giving it a light squeeze. You see her expression waiver, her chin quivering as the tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks. 

“I miss her too.” Her words are barely a whisper but they knock the air out of you. You can’t speak, the words trapped in your chest, your own tears blurring your vision. Hearing her say those words, to confirm that you aren’t alone. That she feels what you do, it shakes you to your core. All this time you thought that she had moved on, that she had forgotten Barb. You were wrong. 

“I-I thought that if I could find a way to tell the world what really happened to her that it would somehow make it better. If I could prove that it wasnt- that it wasn't my fault, but-” A sob cuts her off. “I miss her so much.” He cries, hanging her head. Dropping her hand, you fling your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She wraps her arms around you in return, her fingers fisted into the fabric of your shirt. 

“I’m sorry, god, I’m so sorry for everything.” she sobs into your shoulder. You hold her tightly, feeling her shake as the sobs overcome her. 

“It’s not your fault.” You say. You think she cries harder at your words. Your own tears leak from your eyes, mixing with the sweat that already dampens her shirt. “It’s not your fault.” you say again, softly. 

It’s cathartic, saying those words. You know that she needs to hear them just as much as you do. 

It still hurts, but it helps knowing she’s still with you. The two of you hold each other for a while, sharing the pain that you each though you carried alone. Mourning the friend that you both lost. 

You only break apart when you hear the door open behind you. Jonathan peaks his head out, face flushed, dripping with sweat. 

“He’s starting to move around.” He says, glancing between you. You nod, pulling away from Nancy, both of you wiping your tears. You look at her for a moment. Something has shifted between you. It’s not healed, it's still jagged and broken, but it's something. You both know it, sharing a gentle smile. 

You stand, helping Nancy to her feet as well. 

“I’m going to head back.” you say, avoiding Nancy’s quizzical gaze. “The kids are probably eating Steve alive by now.” you explain jokingly. “It takes a seasoned babysitter to wrangle that group.” you say, hoping your smile doesn't look too forced. Nancy chuckles and before you can say anything else she lunges forward, hugging you again. You wrap your arms around her in return. 

“Be safe.” She warns.

“You too.” you reply, holding her even tighter. You pull away, waving goodbye as they disappear back into the house. You hurry back to the cars, swallowing your feelings of guilt. 

The truth is that the real reason you want to leave is because you can feel it closing in. As the heat climbs in the cabin you feel like your brain is boiling in your skull. Your gut is telling you that you need to be as far from Will as possible. You know that this has something to do with the virus that lingers in your own body, trapped beneath the scars that mark your back. But that would have to wait.

Steve could probably use the help, but the lie still burned going down. 

You drive back to the Byer’s home at breakneck speed. Your heart pounds as the car speeds down the deserted back road. You suddenly think of Billy. He drives like this all the time, probably even faster. You find yourself thinking about him as you race onward. You remember what Max had told Lucas on the roof of the bus, about the anger inside of Billy. You know that it’s there, you have witnessed its wrath first hand. You think about what he said to you that night, at the party. He told you to be angry, to not let them see that the words got to you. To hide the sadness with anger. 

Then, something occurs to you. With how angry Billy is all the time, you wonder how much sadness he is hiding… and from who. 

When you pull into the driveway, you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Maybe it’s the fact that the kids didn’t immediately rush to the window to see who had pulled up. Whatever it was, it puts you on edge. 

Putting the car in park, you leave it running as you cautiously open the door. Walking closer to the house you become more convinced something is wrong. Pulling your pistol from your waist band you quietly climb the stairs. Pressing your ear to the door, all you can hear is silence. Panic jumps up your throat. Those kids were never quiet. 

Pressing your back to the wall beside the door you slowly twist the knob allowing the door to swing open. When there is no response you call out. 

“Hello? Steve? Are you in there?!” there is no response. Rounding the corner with your pistol raised, you scan the room. It’s empty, except for the body on the floor. It’s too big to be one of the kids. Your mind short circuits. 

“Steve?!” You yell, rushing over. Getting closer you realise that the body isn’t Steve’s… It’s Billy.

“Billy?!” You drop to your knees next to him. When he doesn't move or respond you roughly shake his shoulder. Still nothing. 

“Oh fuck.” you breathe. “Fuck, please don’t be dead.” You plead, lowering your head, dropping your pistol. You place one hand on his chest, tilting your head to the side while pressing two fingers to his carotid artery. Thankfully, you feel his warm breath fan over your cheek and the strong pulse under your fingertips. Sighing in relief, you sit back on your heels, taking a moment to look around the house. It’s hard to say what mess is new and what mess was there when you left.

Turning your gaze back to Billy, you look him over. There are bruises starting to form on his jaw and cheeks, dried blood crusted around his nose. His knuckles are scrapped and still slightly wet with blood. How much of it is his, it’s hard to tell. You see something gripped loosely in his right hand. Opening it, you see an empty syringe. 

Your mind is in overdrive, trying to work out exactly what happened. What had brought Billy here and how did he end up drugged on the floor? More importantly… Where are Steve and the kids? There is only one place to get answers, unfortunately, it is unresponsive. 

“Billy! Billy, wake up!” You yell, roughly shaking his shoulder again. The only response you get is a low groan. “Fuck! Come on!” You groan, tring to push him up to a sitting position. He slumps forward, limply, his blonde curls falling over his face. 

“Okay buddy, it’s time to wake up now.” you say, stepping behind him to loop your arms under his, dragging him back to prop him up against the wall. You crouch in front of him, your feet on either side of his thighs. Pushing his hair out of his face, you take his face in your hands, lightly slapping his cheek causing him to groan again. 

“Billy! Open your eyes! Look at me, Billy!” You instruct loudly. Remarkably, Billy’s eyes do crack open, squinting up at you. You smile, relieved that he seems to be coming around. As his eyes focus on you, a large smile breaks across his face. You are bewildered for a moment, not only because Billy is smiling brightly up at you, but his smile is all teeth, not the smirk or snarl you are used to.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He slurs, grinning up at you. Not an insult… you're not sure who you have here but it can’t be Billy.

“Billy?” You question.

“That’s my name, hot stuff.” He purrs “Sounds pretty good on your lips. Not the only thing, I’m sure.” he flirts. His hands reach up, pulling your hands from his face and pressing them to his exposed chest. “You’re so pretty when you blush.” You balch for a moment but recover, this was clearly the drugs talking. 

“Billy, where are Steve and the kids? Steve Harrington.” You ask, hoping it gets through his drugged brain. Billy laughs, fully, in a way that you have never heard from him. 

“Fucking Harrington. I told him, I told him I would do it.” he says, gazing up at you stupidly. 

“What did you tell him, Billy?” You ask.

“I told him that if he didn’t watch his step I was going to steal you from him.” he says, leaning closer to your face. 

This was getting you nowhere. You need him to sober up, fast. Pulling your hands free, you ignore his groan of displeasure as you walk into the kitchen. Suddenly you remember that Hopper had used ammonia to wake Will up. Rushing to the back yard you grab the bottle and cotton balls from the shed. You douse the cotton and move to straddle Billy’s legs. His eyes are closed again and you say a small prayer before holding the ammonia to his nose. You watch him inhale deeply, then his eyes snap open. His hands fly up to push you away from his nose with a curse. 

“What the fuck?!” he blinks a few times trying to get his eyes to focus on you in his lap. “You?! What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice still slightly slurred. At least he’s awake. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” you reply. Billy rolls his eyes and shakes his head, like that will clear the drugs from it.

“I’m looking for Max, Maxine.” He explains. 

“Well that makes two of us.” you say, sighing.

“Shit…” Billy curses, hanging his head. Thinking he’s falling asleep again you grab his face.

“Hey, hey, come on, wake up.” Tilting his face back up you are shocked to see tears in his eyes. 

“He’s gunna fucking kill me this time.” He whispers. He looks so scared. It’s something that you have only caught glimpses of before, that day you painted the porch, passing him in the street with his dad. But now you can see it clearly. There is fear in Billy’s eyes. He’s terrified. As you stare down at him, he closes his eyes and you can feel his body trembling. You don’t know what to do.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” You say, being sure to speak softly. “I’m going to help you find her. It’s going to be fine.” you explain. Billy’s wet eyes gaze up at you, his face is softer than you have ever seen it. You grit your teeth trying to remain calm. “But, I need you to tell me what happened. Where did they go?” you ask. Billy's brows draw together in concentration as he struggles to recall what happened. 

“I can’t remember.” He grumbles. “She was here with-with all those boys and- and fucking Harrington.” He goes on. “She’s so young, she doesn't understand it’s dangerous, she’s just a kid-fuck!” he groans “It’s just like last time.” Before you can stop him, he jerks his face out of your hands, hitting his head against the wall. “Fuck!”

“Hey!” You yell, moving to place a hand behind his head to stop him from doing it again.

“She did something to me, put something in me.” His hand drifts up to his neck. “Then they kept talking about some tunnels and a hub or something.” he goes on. Your stomach sinks. 

Jumping up you run into the living room where you find a couple of rough strip maps. A quick look over them and you can tell that it's a rough copy of the large tunnels layed out in the house. On it, it has two marked locations, an entry point and the hub.

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath. Whatever plan they had come up with, it couldn’t be good. 

How could Steve let them do this? If you managed to get your hands on him, alive, you were going to kill him. Stuffing the map in your pocket you stomp back over to Billy. 

“Come on.” you say, grabbing his arm and slinging it over your shoulders, helping him to his feet. 

“Where are we going?” He asks, running a hand over his face as he stumbles to his feet. 

“We are going to get Max.” You explain. “Before she gets herself killed.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18 (Coming Soon)...

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He cups your pussy at the most random of times. It could be while watching a movie, when you feel the sheets dip and his big palm grasping between your legs or It could be while you are just talking to him about your day swaying side to side when you gasp feeling his callous fingers over your untouched covered core. Most of the times, It doesn't turn sexual, his hand lingers there for moments before he pulls away without a word, yet you could see the gleam of mischief and satisfaction in his eyes. You figure it's his way of possessiveness or satisfaction feeling your warmth ( something he had always asked your consent to) but sometimes, his finger dances around the edges, tracing your pussy lips or massaging them a gleeful smirk adorning his face at the small wet spot on your shorts.

—— SUNA RINTAROU, FUSHIGURO TOJI , MIYA ATSUMU, GOJO SATORU, EREN YEAGER, TSUKISHIMA KEI, OIKAWA TOORU, SUKUNA RYOMEN, MATSUKAWA ISSEI

Johnny and Joseph appreciation post because I love them ♡

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All the writers leaving due to lack of interaction makes me really sad. Readers pls if you like something u read, pls pls pls reblog it or at least leave a comment or an anonymous ask to the writer talking about what you liked abt their fic. It only takes a moment but to the writer, it means a lot.

And to those who do reblog and leaves comments, you guys are amazing. Thank u for taking time to give feedback

I love this one so much

Sweet and Cruel

→ Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader

Notes: Should be studying for my finals but yuannaoi and her mouth watering fanart keeps distracting me so this happened instead.

Genre: NSFW 18+, business man/brat tamer!Toji

Warning:18+, SMUT including overstimulation, sex toys, breath play, impact play, manhandling, hair pulling, dirty talk with praise/degradation, bondage, slight aftercare, explicit language, and mentions of manipulative behaviour/toxic relationships. Readers discretion is advised.

WC: 2.5

“Sweetheart, the other guests are looking,” Toji whispered into your hair, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back into him. “Wipe that look off your face…or I’ll wipe it off for you.”

Keep reading

He is such a beautiful human😭

JOSEPH QUINN for Wonderland Magazine 

That is just so amazing

LOOK WHAT I'VE JUST FOUND!

Falling in Love Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!reader

Genre: Rockstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Chapter Count: 8 out of 10 chapters (in progress)

Series Summary: When you receive a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you would’ve never in your life guessed the turn of events it takes, when you attend it. Because rockstar Dabi is unlike anything youve ever looked for in a man. But he finds a liking to you.

Content Warnings: 18+ content, heavy substance abuse, use of force (against inanimate objects), mwntions of domestic abuse, mentions of blood, kissing, biting, cunnilingus, blow job, unprotected sex, sex in public places, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, open tags because its not finished yet

Thanks to @/temptedbysyn and @/hunajan for being my betas! All credit goes to Kana @/ficsforeren for implanting this brainrot inside of me with her Rockstar Eren.

Falling in Love

Chapter 1 ⇢ Going to a rock concert was never your thing. But you do, on behalf of your roomie and the night takes some interesting turns.

Chapter 2 ⇢ After Dabi takes you back to his hotel room, you’re in for the night of your life. But the morning after is not like you expected.

Chapter 3 ⇢ After your first night with Dabi, you don’t hear back from him for days. When you do, you share a wonderful time together. But is he ready to face his own feelings?

Chapter 4 ⇢ Having witnessed Dabi cheating on you live on television, you ignore him completely. Until you’re invited to a party by Tenko and meet up with him again. 

Chapter 5 ⇢ You reconciled with Dabi, joining him on his tour. But are the other band members just as excited about it as Dabi is?

Chapter 6 ⇢ Joining Rockstar Dabi on tour, you both finally have the much-needed time to get to know each other better

Chapter 7 ⇢ Getting ready for your first concert with the LoV, Dabi sure takes your mind off of things. But, what does his bandmate Keigo say to all of that?

Chapter 8 ⇢ the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you

Chapter 9 – in progress

Chapter 10 – in progress

More chapters? Could be.

LoV Music, Art and Merch - The Platinum Collection

It’s long but it’s 100% worth it

━━━ ❝...and i hit it, like it's all mine...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader 18+

"Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it." ― J. Kenner, CM

content ; ༄ sexual content, modern/highschool au, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, soft/mean!dom gojo, he’s got a dirty mouth with a tongue piercing so beware, dirty talk, praising (lotsss of praising), brat!gojo, missionary, slight pussyjob (could squint for this one), virgin!reader, he teases you a lot in here (makes fun of you bc you make it so fun to), playful bickering, massive amount of sexual tension (i took laps around my room while writing this...that should say enough) & a cute ending ᰔ

w.c ; ༄ shhh, just know it’s pretty long so go grab some popcorn and some other snacks with a coke or something bc you might be here a while (srsly, heed my warning. it’s filled with sexual tension before the smut but…it’s a journey so stay with me)

↳ note from syn ; ༄ it feels like a millennia since i’ve put any work out (when in actuality, it’s only been a few weeks help) but this piece of work has been in the writing shop for a month, and i’ve finally managed to finish it! very pleased with the final product, and happy to share with other gojou simps like me, hehe, hope that you’ll enjoy & pls rmr to spare your girl a few reblogs and likes ୧

↳ p.s. ; ༄ can we talk about how i actually got this idea from stranger things? particularly when steve was at nancy’s house trying to help her ‘study’ but kept flirting and whatnot? i was rewatching the show at the time, saw that scene and it was like a lightbulb had went off: “i’ve gotta write this” and immediately ran to my opened docs, no joke. anyway, i typically don’t like the way i do my endings but this one has to be a favorite of mine & another special s/o to the darling light of my life that’s been such an angel at editing this little project, tysm @arcanedevil ilyily ᰔ

“What are the advantages and disadvantages to asexual reproduction?”

While Satoru laid on his side, propped up by an elbow — you were on your back, staring up at your ceiling deep in thought. It was an easy question. One you’d studied over and over along with the rest of the questions that were bound to be on the test Friday. The answer mocked you by giving you bits and pieces except the completed puzzle itself. You could practically see the right answer floating in front of your face but you were having trouble recovering enough of it to say it out loud.

Satoru stared at you, visibly able to see the wheels turning in your head as you fought to find the final answer to the question. It was amusing for him, tonguing the inside of his cheek and glancing down at the back of the flash card, catching the full answer written down in your pretty handwriting. It wasn’t nearly as hard as you were making it out to be but he took you being stuck as a result of him being in your presence, as a distraction. 

Maybe a bit egotistical, but probably right either way. 

“Having trouble? Do you want a hint?” He asked and you drifted your head to the side to look at him, annoyance settling in your eyebrows. He was clearly teasing you. How annoying.

“No,” you muttered, rolling your eyes back to the ceiling facing you. “I know the answer.”

“Okay. Then what is it?”

“Advantages are that it’s quicker and you don’t need a mate.”

He smirked, licking his lips. “And?”

You sighed, lazily crossing your arms over your stomach and chest. “There’s no genetic variation.” You reconnected your eyes back with his, grinning. “Organisms can’t adapt.”

“Hm,” he nodded, tossing the card aside, your eyes following the action. “As dumb as you may look,” he skillfully dodged the hit he knew was coming from you at that, laughing. “–you’re actually a little smart.”

“So I was right,” you stated, leaving no room for him to counter it.

With a devious twinkle in his azure eyes, he nodded again and you did a mini fist pump into the air.

“Alright, give me another one.”

He groaned, switching to lay on his stomach, face smushing against the warmth of his arm as he continued looking at your profile. Without his usual dark shades on, his pretty snowy white hair fell over his eyes, thankfully putting some sort of shield between you and his heated gaze. “I’m bored. Plus, we’ve gone through the flashcards at least twice now. Wanna do something that isn’t gonna put me to sleep or bore me to death.” 

A tiny part in you was willing to make room in your anti-satoru heart to feel a bit sorry for him. For the past hour and a half, he'd been diligently assisting you with study. He did complain a few times, but for the most part, he stayed engaged. That was shocking on its own but didn't he deserve a little praise? Maybe even a little reprieve from working so hard to help you.

He wasn't usually this helpful so you decided to cut him some slack.

He definitely deserved it.

Then, he got an idea.

You didn’t even need to look at him to know it either. The evil chuckle was enough to make you groan this time, awaiting the hellish idea that was about to tumble out of his mouth. “Hmm, since you’re so smart, you’d know that it’s been scientifically proven that sex is a good way to boost your energy. Might even help you study better.”

Welp.

That didn't last long.

When you (unfortunately) decided to look back at him, he slipped you a wink that almost made you want to jump out of your window; no parachute needed. Just the cold hard ground that would be cushioned by freshly cut grass that was, in no way, going to prevent your body from taking every bit of the fatal impact. You wouldn’t make the fall of course but that was the best part about it. You wouldn’t want to. Not if it meant you’d survive only to be thrown back into the same reality that he lived in.

“Satoru, you sound crazy. Sex does not help you study better,” You corrected him, “And not just that,” he began to pout, picking at the fluffy blanket you two were laying on. “I don’t go around having as much sex as everyone else. I want to actually focus on getting into the college that we talked about. Is that something you’ve even thought of?”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbled in a small tone that almost made you roll your eyes for the nth time tonight. “I, the victim, feel a little cornered right now.” He dodged your question but it wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer. Of course he wasn’t worried about college right now. No, he was much too tied up into thinking about how he was going to make next week a living hell for you. 

“Gonna take that as a no,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms out with a small sigh. Your back cracked along with your fingers as you took the time to release the tension in them too. “I think we’re done for the night.”

That made him pop up with you, trying to push some of his hair back from his eyes that only ended up flopping back into its original place. “What? We’re done already?”

“Didn’t you just say that you were getting bored? Clearly.”

“Ugh,” When he fell back against the bed, on his back this time, you didn’t mean to ogle the way his shirt rode up. Just from the peek of skin you got, you’d counted at least four little moles that laid across his lower stomach, one nearing his bellybutton. Why was his shirt even unbuttoned? If either of your parents walked in right now, you’d never hear the end of it.

They were strict when it came to your friends and such but boys? They noticed everything, and judged like no other parent on the planet. You could hear them sharpening their kitchen knives right now, thinking of all the ways they could chop Satoru up into little pieces. Even was probably planning out how to spread them across Japan for extra measure.

Them walking in, and catching even a little bit of his skin was something you didn't even want to think about. You’d practically sold your soul to the devil just to get him past your parents earlier, telling them over and over again that he was just your study buddy and nothing else. It was the truth so it wasn’t like you had anything to hide. Your unlocked door served proof of that but Satoru…was a one man show. He did whatever he wanted to do, blowing off all of the consequences that came with each and every single one of his bad decisions. In this case, each of those bad decisions were going to reflect on you and you didn’t want to be grounded for the next four years. 

Or maybe a lifetime this time. Who could tell with parents like yours.

“If I keep helping with you with these stupid flashcards,” he mumbled and you gave him a look, growing irritated the more you had to hear his voice. “–can I stay?”

An eyebrow of yours rose almost to your hairline, “Did you just call my flashcards stupid?”

He snickered, turning over onto his side so that he was able to rest his cheek against his palm, staring you down with his mystical blue eyes. Why did he have to forget his shades at home? It felt like torture being pinned down by such abnormally beautiful eyes. As if you’d ever tell him that out loud. The torturous teasing was surely to follow you well into college if so. 

“Well?” He pressed, ignoring your obvious disdain for the way he regarded your excessive need to study a moment ago. 

With a final exhale, having zero patience left for him, you shrugged.

“Why not?”

“What are the 3 parts of a nucleotide?”

Satoru had his head hanging off of the edge of your bed while you were sitting next to him, a leg crossed over the other.

For a while, he’d been a little preoccupied with lifting up your short skirt since you were so close to him but after swatting him rather hard, he settled for actually paying attention instead of going home with a red bruise later. Looking like he’d gotten beaten up just wasn’t worth a two second peek at your underwear. 

“Easy,” you said with a knowing smile, making him smirk. “Phosphate group, Deoxyribose sugar and Nitrogen base. Right?“

“Mmm, someone doesn’t sound very confident. If you aren’t totally sure, why did you smile?” He teased and you were forced to look back at him, holding your ground.

“I am confident. Just wanna make sure since this test is gonna count for half of my grade.”

He nodded, “Fair. You’re right, by the way.” He flicked the card from his long, slender fingers, letting it bounce across the carpeted floor, towards your desk against the wall. You weren’t meant to stare, but you caught a few moles that were also on his hands, some lying in between his fingers that were as equally distracting as the stupid smile on his face, catching you staring right at him. 

You snapped your head back down at your hands laid in your lap and he moved on, the smirk never leaving his plushy lips.

“Ooo, we’ve got a good one here.” The playful tone of his voice piqued your interest as you tuned back into the questionnaire. “Give me the definition of selective breeding.”

You felt your ears burn at the way he’d said ‘breeding’, catching the implication behind it. It was so incredibly childish but his voice had always been a sort of guilty pleasure of yours. Again, not something you’d actually tell him out loud. Seemed a bit outlandish to even say something like that to him when you knew he’d only take it and run with it. He acted like he had an ego almost bigger than anyone you’d ever met. You’d only play right into his hands that were so unfairly pretty. Palms much larger than your own with fingers long enough to reach a lot of hidden parts in yo–

“Um,” you shuddered in a breath that he naturally didn’t miss, and tried to focus back on the question. “It’s where select parents with desired traits mate. Where…organisms are purposely crossed?”

Satoru chuckled deeply, subconsciously causing your thighs to tighten together. He licked his lips and looked down at your legs where your skirt stopped, hungrily eating up the sight that you were oh so willingly giving him. He clicked his tongue ring back and forth between his teeth, the sound tempting you to look at it but you kept your eyes down, almost holding your breath to make sure you got the question right.

He blew out a breath, and looked back down at the card, “Such a smart girl. You’re right again.”

You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose because you were obviously being tested by the universe itself. This was far worse than torture. It was like being set on fire with no water in sight to help put you out. 

And Satoru was the cause of it all.

The pet name only served to make the situation worse for you, but you were strong. Had the will of an ox, even. You weren’t going to be taken down by the likes of him. So you pulled yourself together, internally, and opened your eyes to settle them back onto his, who looked to be waiting for your response patiently.

“Thanks. Next?”

Studying only lasted so long until he began to get restless with the endless questions and answers and more questions with more answers. He got bratty when he got bored, and it was the last thing you wanted to deal with. So, he trudged on to your brother’s old room to play the xbox while you stayed in your room to do a little more studying.

Though it was a blessing in disguise that you were finally left alone to your own version of quiet studying, you couldn’t swallow down the incessant desire to be back in the same room as Satoru. 

You’d begun to miss his annoying voice, as dreadful as it was to admit. He wasn’t always so bothersome. He was just really good at getting under your skin and oftentimes, you let him. He got a kick out of getting you angry, but sometimes you tried to suck it up because the last thing you ever wanted to do was bring him any sort of joy. 

It was like a rule, of some sort, for you.

Satoru was a…good friend of yours. It didn’t happen by choice. Rather, he’d sort of forced himself into your life and became someone pretty important to you. He wasn’t nearly as bad as some girls have said. He wasn’t a player nor did he actually have as much sex as everyone else wanted to believe. Every bit of his personality fit the description of a fuckboy but he was far from it. He did have a couple of girlfriends in the past but they all couldn’t handle the moments he stopped being funny, loud, and obnoxiously flirty. They wanted the Satoru that they saw around school, not the nervous boy alone with a girl. Face red, and slightly awkward. 

He had his moments where he got sad sometimes, cried out his frustrations and just wanted to be alone. There were only a handful of people within his close, tight knitted circle, that were able to handle his back and forth moods. You were one of them.

Satoru got misunderstood quite a lot. It was understandable considering no one outside of his circle actually understood him the way you all did. The constant misconceptions of him, and what his life was like outside of school was nauseating to always hear about. He didn’t have loving parents or any siblings to lean on when things got bad at home. He just had his friends and even then did they often make him feel a tad bit alone.

Without fail though, you were always there. Through the bad and through the good. He knew he could be a real handful but he appreciated the fact that none of what he could ever say or do to you could ever make you run away from him. He didn’t need instability. He needed structure and a promise. A promise that you and the others weren’t going to ever give up on him. He looked at himself as a burden; a project. A constant problem that always needed fixing. Except…you never saw him that way. Sure, he could be annoying, loud and obnoxiously flirty but those things were what made him, him. 

You kind of liked those things about him.

Satoru made you smile, and that was all that mattered.

After several minutes of lying on your bed and finding yourself re-reading the same questions over and over again, you decided that your own presence was beginning to feel never ending. 

With an aggravated huff, you tossed your cards to the side and scooted out of bed, stomping towards your brother’s room.

Thankfully, your brother was a little older than you, and had chosen to live on campus when he left for college last year. Even so, his room was the same way he’d left it the day he went away. It was cleaned up, but not much of it had changed.

When you walked into the room, the sound of constant tapping at buttons and grunts met your curious ears, catching sight of Satoru sitting at the end of the twin bed, leaned forward with a controller in his hands. His eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, legs spread to give his long limbs enough room to smash all of the right buttons in time. The muscles and tendons underneath his creamy skin flexed with each tap at a button while the veins in his arms and forearms pulsed and bulged, prominently. There were even veins along the tops of his hands that made it extremely hard to look away from.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, releasing a deep sigh with a fallen look on his face. “Did I just die? After all of that? Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Then he noticed you by the door and smirked, head tilted. “Funny seeing you here. What? Finally got tired of studying?”

With an obvious pout on your lips, you padded over to him. “Move,” you mumbled, knocking your hip softly against his arm. He grunted and scooted a bit to the side to give you enough room to join him on the bed. With a drawn out breath, you shrugged sitting down next to him. “My head felt like it was going to explode.” You looked at the tv screen before you, a look of confusion on your face. You pointed to the screen, “What are you playing anyway?”

Satoru set the controller in his lap and leaned back on his hands, looking you over in a not-so-friendly way. It made your heart speed up, and you couldn’t understand why.

“Mortal Kombat 11. Wanna play?”

Your face scrunched up and he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh that tempted the tugging at your lips for a smile of your own.

“Well I guess I got my answer then.” 

He switched off the game and laid flat on the bed, biting at his bottom lip. You decided to join him, finding the ceiling of your brother’s room to be a little more interesting than your own.

“By the way, are you a virgin?”

His question was so sudden and random that if you were standing, there was no doubt you would’ve felt your knees buckle because what kind of question was that? Not to mention, random as hell. He knew almost everything about you. You couldn’t exactly pull that kind of conversation from your memory but surely you’d talked about it before. With him, no less.

Right?

“Satoru…”

He chuckled, looking at you with soft blues. “What? Can’t I ask a question? I mean, you act so prissy. Then you’ve got those weirdly cute stuffed animals in your room. Let’s not even talk about the type of underwear you wear. I mean, granny panties? Really?”

Your mouth dropped open, staring at his side profile now as he smirked, feeling your eyes on him. “Did you go through my drawer?” His silence was telling. You smacked his chest and he rubbed at it, laughing now. “You did! Fuckin’ pervert! What’s the matter with you? And…yeah. I’m a virgin. Why do you care?”

His eyebrows shot up past his fringe, giving you a surprised yet curious look, “So I was right. What‘s keeping you from exploring that?”

“It’s hard for me to trust someone in that way. The person needs to be special…At least, that’s how I think anyway.”

“Fascinating…” He stared at you, eyes glazed over with interest now. Like he was wanting to know more. It made you look away, choosing to stare anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Would you let me pop your cherry? Since we’re close and all, and not total strangers.”

With a dead look, you glared at him. “Over my dead body.”

“Not even if I was the last man on earth?”

“Not even if you were the last man on earth. I’d become one with nature and die a virgin.”

“Liar.”

You laughed, “I’m not lying. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need sex to survive,” clearly teasing him.

Satoru hummed, placing his hands behind his head as he settled his gaze back on the ceiling. There was a playful smile on his face now and you couldn’t look away for some reason. 

“You may not need it but, I don’t believe you don’t want it.”

Of course you wanted it. Porn existed, if he didn’t forget. You spent most of your childhood watching different things, trying to figure out what you liked and why you liked it. As you got older, the content started to shift to…darker things that you realized was beyond the gates of vanilla sex. Nothing major, but it definitely wasn’t something you ever wanted your parents to ever know about. Not even Satoru.

Sex had always been something you were curious about. It was all people in high school talked about and catching people behind the school during certain periods was more than you needed to see (or hear about). There was even that time you caught Suguru jerking off in his room. You needed a quiet place to study and Satoru wanted you near him so he chose to invite you over to his Suguru's house. The library would have sufficed, but Satoru didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He would’ve been kicked out so Suguru's house worked the same.

You were told you could go anywhere in the big house except for Suguru’s room, which — why in the world would you go in there? 

After some time spent studying, you needed to use the bathroom and once Satoru told you where it was, you headed down the hall towards it. Going to the bathroom, you were forced to pass Suguru’s room and wasn’t going to think much about it until you heard a strange groan coming from it.

Too curious for your own good, you stopped in your tracks and pressed an ear against the wood to see if it was going to happen again. 

It did, and it was a bit louder this time. 

It clearly sounded like a deep groan. 

It was so quiet you were able to hear the other sounds coming from the room, and concluded that he was probably masturbating or something. Not willing to listen to any more of it, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom and shut yourself in, locking the door behind you. You would’ve been an idiot to deny how attractive Suguru was.

Thankfully it was Suguru and not Satoru because your friendship was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you needed the mental image of him jerking off to make it any weirder.

Still, you wondered what he looked like underneath the clothing he was forced to wear since the school had a uniform policy. You figured it wasn’t weird to think about since it wasn’t in a sexual sense. You were just curious. He probably didn’t shave like that so maybe he was natural, trimmed even. He couldn’t have been no more than six inches or so. Very veiny in the arms and hands so there was that. Satoru definitely wasn’t anything extravagant so you stopped your thinking there, and let it be the last time you ever went down that rabbit hole. 

“You’re right,” you admitted, rubbing your socked feet on the rug. “I want to have sex eventually and if I see someone I’m attracted to, I have those kind of thoughts but I’ve never acted on them.” When you locked eyes with him, his were void of any teasing. Like he was genuinely paying attention to you now. “I mean, I can have sex with anyone in the world but meeting someone I connect with on a deeper level and letting them in like that — it’s a different feeling. Having sex with someone you just met won’t feel nearly as good as doing it with someone you really love and care for. Does that make sense?“

“It does,” Satoru muttered, stunned by the way you think about sex and the real meaning behind it. He was impressed. “I get it. I wish I could say I know what that feels like but…”

His past relationships weren’t anything like he once dreamed they’d be. He didn’t have high expectations but he thought he was going to at least taste what a real connection was like. He felt deprived of something he felt he was owed by now. Not given the chance to explore a feeling like that. 

You watched him look back up at the ceiling, a clear focused expression on his face. It made you feel a bit bad for him. 

“Toru…”

A lopsided grin split across his face, pretty blue eyes falling back on you, “Toru? That’s a cute nickname. Did you just come up with that?”

“I’m…” you blinked and chose to look away, feeling fire creep up your neck towards your face. “I’m not answering that.”

“You get shy when you have to tell the truth,” he commented, sitting up and straightening his spine, the grin morphing into an irritating smirk. “So that means you did just come up with it. Awh, is it because you feel sorry for me? Hm?”

The way he leaned his face towards yours made you want to run away but you refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. He was just your friend. An annoying one at that. His little tricks and games never could work on you. You weren’t about to let them start either.

You sat up too and turned your body to face him. narrowing your eyes, “Yeah. I did. So what?”

“So,” He drew out the word, a hand pushing into the mattress that was near your hip, tempting eyes flickering down at your lips for a split second. “–it’s kind of a turn on.”

“You’re weird,” your reply fell off towards the last word as you started scooting back on the bed the more he moved towards you. “Satoru–”

“Yeah?” He crawled up with you, caging the lower half of your body with his own, “What? Scared?”

You sputtered out a laugh that sounded more nervous than dismayed of the situation. “Me? Scared? Yeah, right. You're not the least bit scary.”

“Is that right?” 

Before you could’ve made it to the headboard, you were pulled back down by your hips to the middle of the bed. Satoru chuckled at the high pitched sound you made out of surprise but when your eyes met his eyes again, you glared at him.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He looked elsewhere for a moment, humming to himself like he needed to actually think about that. You rolled your eyes when his conniving blue eyes settled back down on you. 

“Yeah. You could say that.”

There was no way for you to get away when he was straddling your waistline and still had his hands at your hips. You didn’t waste time thinking about that, rather, you chose to divert the conversation to a safer place in hopes he’d laugh and move off of you because it was back. That evil thing called sexual tension was in the room again and it was back with a vengeance. As if the intense throbbing in between your legs wasn’t proof enough. 

“Hey, Suguru’s having a party Friday night right?” You asked him and thankfully for you, his expression blurred into a bright one.

“Oh yeah, he is!” Then the smirk was back. “Why? You thinkin’ about going this time?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Who, me? Fuck no. I heard his parties include alcohol and drugs. My parents would literally kill me if I went anywhere near any of that.”

Satoru blew out a breath, rolling his eyes. “God, your parents are nauseating. Why do you try so hard to be so good for them?” He then leaned down, hands sliding up your shirt that made you shiver a bit. His eyes darkened and you couldn’t help but look back. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be their innocent daughter? I know I am. It’s all fake, you know.”

You frowned, forgetting where his hands were, too taken by the subject of the conversation now, “Fake? What do you mean?“

He shrugged, hands stopping where they were, “Dunno. I mean, you walk around like you aren’t a slut.” Your mouth fell open and he grinned. “We all know you are. May be a virgin but you aren’t foolin’ anyone. Least of all, me.”

“That’s a lie,” you snapped back. “A slut? I make excellent grades, wear my uniform the right way,” he huffed out a small laugh, knowing you were referring to him and the majority of the school that always got in trouble for wearing their uniforms in different fashions that weren’t allowed. “–and stay out of everyone’s way. I even eat by the library where no one ever goes. So how am I fake and a slut?”

"Said you were a slut, not a good girl. We all know that."

Satoru’s cerulean eyes swept over your rigid figure, finding your sudden hostility very telling. He leaned back up on his knees and placed your legs at either side of his waist, making you shudder out another rocky breath, watching him. 

“Satoru, what are you–”

“You probably think you’re above everyone at school, huh?” His sudden question made you close your mouth, blinking up at him, confused. His hands ran down the side of your thighs all the way to your knees and calves, fingers dipping into your soft skin. “It’s funny because you’re just like us, just quieter about it. I mean, understandable since you’re so meek but don’t look down on everyone just because we aren’t afraid to be who we really are. True to ourselves, I mean.”

Your lips continued to part as if you wanted to say something but you couldn’t really get your thoughts together. As much as you wanted to argue him down, telling him that he was wrong, there was a bit of truth to his words. 

It seemed that it was easy to tell who you really were on the inside. How Satoru of all people could tell was beyond you.

It made you wonder if everyone else knew. If they knew what you liked doing in your free time, liked watching or even listening to... It made you feel embarrassed because you knew it was something you couldn’t go around talking about, but it was something you liked. You figured that no one needed to know but you. No one would even understand. Least of all, Satoru. 

He’d only make it his mission to tease you about it. It wasn’t something you wanted to broadcast so you stayed quiet about it.

“Look at you,” he cooed, tongue peeking out past his lips to wet them, still smirking. “What? Thinkin’ about how you’re going to get past this conversation? We’re already here so you might as well spit it out.” He then leaned down, still in between your legs, chest almost touching yours. His thin silver chain fell out past the collar of his shirt, dangling close to your face, his eyes boring into yours with evil curiosity. “Tell me what kind of slut you are. So quiet, so mysterious,” he chuckled at the frozen-in-time look on your face, “There’s more than what meets the eye, am I right?”

“You’re right.”

He blinked, watching your bottom lip quiver. Then he sighed, his minty breath hitting you right in the face.

“Of course I am, but that’s not what I wanna hear.”

His pretty blue eyes pinched into slits before he dove down to your neck, finding your annoying collar in the way of where he wanted to be. Another sigh erupted from his lips and then you felt his hands slither their way to your chest, causing your breath to stutter. 

“Satoru–”

“Shhh,” he quieted you, a short smile trying to tug at his lips, still by your neck. “If you’re too noisy, your parents will come rushing in like someone’s hurting you. Stay quiet for me. M’not gonna do anything to you.” His pierced tongue took a swipe at your earlobe, teeth playfully catching the end of it earning a soft gasp from you. “Yet.”

Never in your life did you ever see yourself in this sort of position with him. He was a flirt, that was a fact, but to make such a bold move on you was unforeseeable. Didn’t see it coming. In fact, you had the belief that he wasn’t ever interested in you in that way. He teased you a lot. Joked with you, always called you his ‘buddy’ and never made any sort of clear advances towards you that told you he wanted more than what you two had. 

Granted, Satoru was just downright confusing, to say the least. 

To your knowledge, he didn’t hang around a bunch of girls or went around having sex with everybody. He was pretty popular and hung around a lot of people that considered him a friend (but not any of his). Even still, he was just the class clown that somehow still made fairly good grades. He was cool with the teachers and sometimes got special treatment from them when it came to missing assignments. Still, as outgoing as he was, he didn’t flirt with many girls. Most went around school talking about how he stopped them in the hall to ask if they wanted to fuck after the next class period but they were all clearly lies. He wasn’t that sort of guy so if you thought about it, what made you so special?

The kind of flirting you’d seen him do at school was light hearted and mostly compliments rightfully owed to pretty girls in nice outfits or when their hair was neatly done. Even commented on their makeup but let them mistake his polite flattery for something more. 

With you, it was different. He treated you like one of the guys and it was fine with you but the way he was acting now…something was different. Like, really different. 

What if he didn’t flirt the way he did with you with other girls at school because you meant something else to him? That he’d already found what he was looking for and no longer needed to look elsewhere? It felt like a stretch but you knew Satoru by now. You were aware of how he acted and what was weird and what wasn’t. 

You couldn’t figure it out but maybe if things continued on, you wouldn’t have to. 

He’d just end up showing you.

Satoru’s fingers began to unbutton your shirt one at a time, feeling yours try to move his hands away. It was useless but once he was done, he captured your smaller hands in just one of his larger ones, keeping you from interfering with his plans with you. 

“Don’t you trust me?” He asked you but you still couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t moved from his place close to your neck. “Because I trust you,” he added, voice falling into a whisper.

When you felt the cold tip of his tongue ring run across your neck, you visibly shivered and felt him press a soft kiss to your warm skin, breathing in your familiar scent. Without your hands to push him away, you were left with nothing but to remain there and hope that he wasn’t planning on going any further than this. Your legs were still spread out around his hips, but you were unable to use them.

“Satoru, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”

He pulled back with a slight frown on his face, forgetting about teasing you. “And why’s that?” He felt like his previous answer had been answered, just with an answer he wasn’t expecting to get.

You looked back at him until you couldn’t anymore, choosing to settle your gaze elsewhere that wasn’t directed towards him.

“I don’t trust anyone. Not like that.”

“Or you just don’t trust me.” His face became expressionless. He stared at you until the silence got underneath his skin. When he rose up away from you, it felt like you were able to breathe again except it didn’t feel as rewarding as it should’ve. It probably had something to do with the aura of rejection that began to radiate off of him, permeating the air around you. “Doesn’t really bother me. Couldn’t care less honestly.”

He moved away from you and was back at the edge of the bed, his broad back facing you now. 

You laid there for a moment until you sat up, biting into your lip.

It wasn’t like you lied to him. It was true. You didn’t trust anyone because everyone had the ability to hurt someone, no matter who they were to them. As unfair as it was (and sounded), it was the reason you couldn’t allow yourself to fully trust anyone.

Not even Satoru.

You didn’t even see the problem. You trusted him to be as honest as he could be but as far as trusting him? Without reservation? It was impossible. That was asking you for far too much and somehow — it made you feel responsible for his flattened mood even when it shouldn't have. 

“Satoru…”

He didn’t make a move to indicate that he’d even heard you. In fact, if you listened hard enough, you could hear quiet tapping. It sounded like the sound of him texting and it made you curious to know who he could’ve been talking to while being with you right now.

So with that newfound curiosity, you began to crawl over to him, near his shoulder. The bed shook and dipped with each movement of yours so you knew that he knew you were going over to him but that still didn’t grab his attention.

When you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, you were right. 

He was texting someone.

Someone like his other best friend, Suguru.

If he was truly aware that you were there next to him, that didn’t stop him from telling his friend what was really on his mind.

All about you.

— Sugu

so…you do like her? why not just tell her that

— Sato

no point. she doesn’t even trust me 

not gonna waste anymore of my time on it tbh

it’s all bullshit

— Sugu

cmon man :/ you’ve been at this since freshman year

kept so many dudes from trying to talk to her and now you wanna give up?

lameee

— Sato

how am i lame tho? 

even if i tried asking her out she’d just say no bc of our friendship or something like that

should’ve not even come over here ngl

— Sugu

u don’t mean that :(

— Sato

you pickin me up or what 

— Sugu

man…don’t wanna get in the middle of all that but 

yea

sure, wtv

be there in 20

— Sato

thx man

owe you one

— Sugu 

damn fuckin straight you do

You scooted back from Satoru, falling back on your rump, trying to digest the conversation you’d just snooped in on.

If he liked you as much as you could clearly tell that he did, then trust wasn’t the problem. If your memory was going to serve you right, his apprehension towards expressing his true feelings for you had to do with something completely different. 

And you knew exactly what that was.

— flashback.

It was a study group day.

Both Satoru and Suguru came over your house that Friday afternoon as per usual with their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, lips turned downwards from walking in the exhausting heat for the fifteen minutes that it took for them to get there. Naturally, if you had talked with your parents beforehand about them coming over, they would’ve said no. Two boys and one girl in a large house, alone? Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly in any way, shape or form you tried to put it for them to understand. Therefore, you told them nothing. All they knew was that you were home, alone. 

So, the boys were forced to ditch their motorcycles back at their respective homes and walk the entire way to your house under the unforgiving hot afternoon sun. It was to only make sure that if your parents did come home early, they wouldn’t come back to find evidence of Satoru and Suguru at the house. 

To make up for it, you presented them with ice cold freshly squeezed lemonades at the door. They didn’t waste any time downing each of their glasses, Satoru unashamedly asking for another one before the two fled up the stairs to your room to wait for you.

Since you were in the kitchen finishing up the sandwiches you were working on before they arrived, the boys made themselves comfortable on your fluffy rug that rested in the middle of the room.

It was feathery and white, something both you and Suguru always teased looked like Satoru’s hair everytime you two thought about it. 

Satoru didn’t mind. He liked the attention either way.

“Sooo,” Suguru drew out, pulling out a few textbooks from his bag he’d need to study for the class he was most anxious about. Satoru slurped at his lemonade while on his stomach, scrolling through his social media feed. “Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“Huh?” Satoru glanced up at his friend, an eyebrow peaked with interest. “Talk about what?”

“You know…The locker room situation?”

“Ah,” Satoru smirked and set the glass aside, resting his chin on his arm as he went back to scouring through his insta. “That.”

Suguru gave him a look, “Yeah. That.”

“Nah, I haven’t.” Satoru grunted as he turned over onto his back, stretching his arms out in front of him with his phone still in hand. He got a text message and quickly went to text the person back. “No reason, really. She probably forgot all about it. No big deal.”

Suguru shook his head at his friend’s incredible ability to miss the signs that were clearly in his face. 

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

When the ‘whoosh’ sound of his text message was sent, Satoru placed the cellular device on his stomach and stared up at the ceiling. 

“I don’t. She hasn’t mentioned it so why should I?”

“Why would she? It was awkward, I’m sure.” Suguru leaned against the side of your bed, flipping through one of the textbooks for his bookmarked page. “I mean, she likes you but she’s shy. Then we’re friends so I think she’s been quiet about it because maybe she doesn’t want to ruin things. Not like you two dating would, honestly. Should just fuck and get it over with.”

Satoru frowned, feeling his ears burn, quickly sitting up. His mouth was agape when Suguru looked up at him causing his friend to snicker out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Clueless as fuck.”

“Who are you callin’ clueless? What do you mean?” 

“How am I clueless?”

“And why are you laughing?”

“Hey!”

Suguru continued to laugh his ass off, head falling back to rest against the top of your bed. Satoru crawled over and kept firing off questions until both of them heard the door creak open. 

You tiptoed in with a platter of sandwiches you’d made and it completely made Satoru forget what the previous conversation was even about as he stood up and ambushed you. He took several little ready-made sandwiches, shoving one in his mouth to leave extra room for his hands. Then, he hobbled back over to his spot on the floor, munching eagerly like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. 

Your cute frown at his impolite actions was noticed by Suguru who stood up and calmly walked towards you with a gentle smile. You smiled back when you felt one of his hands ruffle your hair.

“Don’t worry about him. Some pets come untrained,” he smirked and your eyes fell on Satoru who glared at Suguru’s back with an evil eye, still working on the sandwich he had in his hand. “We’ll teach him some manners. Then, you won’t have to worry about him running around here like he owns the place. Right?”

Under his gaze, you felt a bit small. To be fair, you felt small with both of them since they were at or over six feet. It was the way he looked at you. Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, peering down into yours, holding them with ease. He didn’t even have to work for the way you looked down at the platter in your hands, shying away from his intimidating stare. He simply hummed, a smirk still on his face, and grabbed a beautifully made sandwich from the tray. 

You looked up and he winked, “Thanks for the sandwich. Make sure to eat some too, yeah?” and bit into it as he walked back to his own spot near your bed. 

You stood there, heart beating irrationally against your chest, staring after him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru who bitterly bit into his next sandwich, ripping his eyes away from you two to his phone again. He began grumbling under his breath about nonsense that Suguru couldn’t decipher but he had a few of his own ideas. 

His plan was set and in motion.

The next hour and a half flew by. 

It was hard to get any actual studying in when Satoru kept asking questions about the smallest things. Sometimes, it felt like he was doing it on purpose just to bother you from your focus.

Suguru was sitting closer to him so anything he needed help on understanding, his friend was there ready to slide any info he needed. Except, Suguru wasn’t who Satoru wanted the ‘help’ from. He wanted you to give him the answers, leaning so close into his personal space, able to smell your floral perfume. But no. He was stuck with Suguru who only gave him three worded answers for things he needed zero actual help on. 

He couldn’t help but groan, shoving his face in the textbook he was holding.

You giggled, looking up at him. “Giving up already?”

Satoru peeked over the top of the book, blue eyes wide, “I can do that?”

You sighed and smoothed out your skirt, “Sure you can but we all have tests that we really need to study for. Not to mention homework that still needs to be done. I thought you wanted to get into the same college?”

Satoru blew out a breath, pushing his long legs out in front of him to rest his book on his thighs. “I do. I really do but some of this stuff is just impossible to understand.”

Suguru pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Not really. You have to try a little harder, that’s all. It’s boring stuff, I won’t lie, but it’s what’s going to get all three of us at the right grade point average to even be considered for the college we want to go to.”

Satoru pouted, another frown settling onto his pretty face as he wiggled his toes from the inside of his white socks. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Satoru,” you scooted closer to him and placed a hand on the textbook in his lap that momentarily made him think that you were actually touching his thigh instead. Oh, how he wished that was the case.

He looked at you, eyes quickly falling on your lips that looked like little pillows. “It’s hard, I know, but that’s why we do these group study sessions.” You smiled, making his heart weep in pure agony. “Whatever you need help on, we’re here. No matter how much help you need, we’re here. Understand?”

He looked at you like he was in a trance. He could smell your perfume now and it almost galvanized him into kissing you but he held himself back because what was his thinking? Kissing you? His best friend? A girl he didn’t even see like that? Maybe he was tired and needed a break. That was it. 

That was all.

“Satoru?”

Your sweet voice brought him back to reality and he blinked, eyes shooting up to stare into your eyes now instead of your lips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds until his brain short circuited. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he hurriedly said as he stood up, surprising you a little as you watched him. “Be back.”

His long limbs struggled to gain his footing but when he finally had both feet on the ground, he quickly sped walked out of the room, his shoulder hitting the door on his way out. He groaned out into the vacant hallway, grumbling to himself again in slight pain.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him for acting so weird but it wasn’t weird to Suguru. No. He understood what's been going on with his friend for a while now. It was just a matter of getting him to realize his own feelings, and he knew exactly how to do that.

“Hey,” Suguru’s voice grabbed your attention, watching him set his own book to the side as he moved closer to you. It was now or never but he needed to do this in perfect timing. His window of opportunity was in between the small moment that Satoru came back. Satoru was a jealous guy. Suguru hoped it’d work. “You’ve got a couple of bread crumbs on your face.” 

“Oh, I do?” With an innocent worried look on your face, you began wiping at your lips when he caught your wrist, smiling.

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

He was so close now, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes were drawn to your lips and it made you squirm a bit. While a hand of his was occupied with cleaning your face, he used his free hand to lightly touch your thigh. 

“Stay still for me. Can’t really concentrate if you’re moving, right?”

Suguru was too good at this. Subtle movements, innocent actions, kind eyes and a casual tongue soaked in a sexual undertone. Nothing too noticeable unless he persuaded the mind to believe his interest came from another place other than wanting to simply be friendly.

It was where you were. He was so nice to you, it was hard to not see him as more than a friend. If there were truly crumbs on your face and he wasn’t using it as an excuse to get close to you, then that meant Satoru saw them but chose to not say anything. Then again, if he had…wouldn’t he have just teased you about it instead? Satoru never missed an opportunity to bug you about the littlest things. Bread crumbs on your face seemed like the perfect excuse to go about that. 

As you slowly came to the realization that maybe you didn’t have anything on your face at all, Suguru pulled his hand back, his soft smile never leaving his face.

“There. All clean.”

You swallowed and gave him a smile, still trying to fight back the blood that wouldn’t stop rushing to your face, making you all hot.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“You know,” you blinked, listening. “There’s something about you…that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something about you that I really like.“

Was this really happening? Sure, you had a little crush on him but never in your life did you expect him to actually return those same feelings. 

His pretty smile morphed into a devious smirk, leaning closer to you. 

You made a small noise and tried to move back but forgot you were wearing socks and couldn’t fight the smooth rug underneath you, slipping with each attempt. You quickly plopped on your back and saw Suguru hover over you, arms placed at either side of your head. His long dark hair was still in its loose tie that kept most of it from falling over his shoulder but some of it began to slowly frame your face like a dark curtain. Your hands were together and against your chest, not knowing where to even put them. 

“What would you say if I told you that I liked you? Hm?”

He was so much bigger and stronger than you that it felt futile to even try and move out from underneath him. Then again, it wasn’t like you had the strength to move at all with the way his eyes held you captive and in place. More importantly, if those things weren’t in your way, wouldn’t you still be lying there anyway?

One of his hands moved up to take your jaw, being careful with the way he handled you, and cooed, “I can imagine that this must be so shocking to you. I can’t tell if you’ve wanted this to happen or want me to stop altogether.”

“Please…” his eyes remained on you, trying to decipher what was on your mind. ”If you’re telling me the truth right now, don’t stop. I…I would say that I like you too.”

Suguru froze in place, unable to gather his thoughts in time to really understand if you’d figured out his plan and was just fucking with him or if you really had intense feelings for him. It didn’t make any sense. The way he watched you and Satoru go back and forth sometimes, bickering up a storm, he’d gotten the impression that you liked him back; just was too shy to say anything. He was only meant to help bring you two together, not help feed some crush he had no idea even existed on him. 

Time was unfortunately not on his side as the door quickly creaked back open, Satoru standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.

He stood there, looking at the way his best friend was on top of his other best friend, feeling like he’d interrupted something he was never meant to walk in on. Just before your panicked eyes laid on him, he'd seen the way you were looking at Suguru. How your hands had inched towards his face like you wanted him to kiss you. 

Or worse.

That you wanted to kiss him.

The way Suguru had been looking at you, it was like a stab in the back and Satoru had no clue why. So what, his friends liked each other. It wasn’t forbidden or unallowed between the three of you. Sure, it was never talked about in the first place but it was unspoken. Even so, Satoru couldn’t fight off the hands that began to wrap around his heart, intent on squeezing it until it popped within his chest. He left like he’d been hit by a truck. 

It felt wrong continuing to stand there so ignoring the pleas that fell on his name, he turned around and left the room. 

You didn’t understand what was going on or why Satoru left the way he did but you felt a sense of duty of figuring that out so you turned over and were about to get up and chase after him when Suguru stopped you by placing a hand at your waist. 

You locked eyes with him, clearly hurt that Satoru was now hurt.

“Don’t. You won’t understand, but this is good for him. Trust me. Let him go.”

You still had the decision to go after him but you chose not to and maybe if you had…

Things would’ve made sense in the future.

— present. 

“I’m gonna go,” Satoru mumbled as he stood up, stretching an arm above his head. When it popped, he let out a satisfied breath, rubbing his neck. You focused on the budding conversation, forcing yourself to step away from past memories. You began to remember the text messages you’d read moments ago and sat back up on your knees, staring at him. He gave you a strange look before he smirked, “So you know. Now what?”

You weren’t prepared for him to get right into it but then again, if he did have some sort of big crush on you for this long, what was the wait now? Might as well get right into it.

“Is that why you ran out of the room back then?” Satoru raised a brow like he wasn’t able to recollect the memory. “When you saw me and Suguru that day.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t really care though. I asked him if he had any feelings for you and he said no, so, you must’ve been the one to confess to him huh?”

“Yes.” His eyes fell down to the carpeted floor, biting into his lip. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. I…” You fumbled with your fingers, nervously. “I like someone else.”

His pretty blues rose back up at you, fidgeting in place as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Someone else?” He huffed out a dry laugh, licking his lips. “Not that I care all that much but is it someone else I know?”

Your heart was beating uncontrollably and your skin began to sweat. You needed to make a move, ditching the thought of if it was going to be a right or wrong one. It didn’t matter because somewhere, deep inside, Satoru still liked you. You knew it. He was just too prideful to admit it to you. Either way, it was a shot, slim or not.

“Yeah. It is,” you moved towards the edge of the bed and got off of it, walking to stand in front of him. You were forced to crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know him very well, actually.”

A tick pressed itself against his jaw as he stared down at you. “That right…” You were so close that another step would’ve put you right up against his chest. “If it’s Nanami, I swear to god–”

“What would you do if I said it was him? Hm?” 

The smirk that spread across your lips taunted him. He was trying to remain respectful but you were slowly pissing him off.

“Then I’d tell you he’s no good for someone like you.”

Your brows rose in curiosity, “Someone like me? What do you mean?” you teased him.

“I mean…” he finally closed the distance between you and him, a clear annoyed expression on his face. “You two wouldn’t fit. Maybe it would go alright in the beginning, but then…” the urge to walk backwards from him was strong but you chose to hold your ground, interested in what he was going to say next. “You’d get bored of him because that’s just how you are.” He clicked his tongue, “You’re hard to please. I would be surprised if you two lasted a week together.”

As if he snapped the string of tension in the air, he backed away and yawned. 

“But, go ahead and entertain that if you wanna. Like I said, don’t care.”

“Liar,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You do care but you’re too scared to actually admit that.”

He sputtered out a small laugh, intrigued by the conversation again. “Yeah? Okay. I’ll bite. So I care. I don’t want you to date him.” His eyes narrowed in on you, walking back towards you. “In fact, I don’t want you to date anyone but me.” You stepped back, hopefully to keep some space between the two of you but it didn’t work. He kept closing it every single time. “I want you all to myself.” He snorted, disregarding how you were back to the edge of the bed now, almost falling back on it. “If that makes me selfish, then I guess I am. Gojou Selfish Satoru.” He smirked before taking a breath in. “Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

The last step he made towards you had you assuredly falling onto the bed, gasping out from the sudden impact. He didn’t let it stir him from messing with you as he leaned down, face centimetres from yours. 

“And I’m not scared, by the way.” His eyes went from yours to your lips, then back up with a fire in them. “I just wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you like me back.“

Your mouth dropped open, “What?”

He chuckled, amused. “Did you think you were going to beat me at my own game? You’re dumber than I thought.” When he stood back up, he was standing in between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smirk on his face like there was something clearly funny about the situation that you now found yourself in.

“Game? What are you talking about? I…When did I say that I’ve got feelings for you? I don’t!”

He nodded, hands finding themselves back in the comfort of his pockets. “Mmm, yeah sure. Whatever you say, princess.”

You gritted your teeth, smoke practically coming out of your ears. “Don’t call me that and I don’t like you. Who could ever like someone so conceited as you? Cocky and over the top. Not to mention, you’re annoying and you–you talk too much!”

“Oh yeah?” His knee dipped into the mattress next to your thigh, still smirking, as he crawled on top of you. “What else?”

Your face was burning up as you moved up the bed to get away from him. “And you put on way too much cologne. You’re suffocating and have weird taste in food. I mean, who puts syrup on bread and actually eats it? It’s weird!”

“Yeah so weird right?” He mocked you, following you every bit of the way. “And it must be so hard for you to admit your feelings for me already because there’s no way you would actually like Nanami over me. I mean, you clearly have good taste in men since you were crushing on Suguru not too long ago. I’m clearly the better candidate.”

“You’re delusional,” you mumbled, back finally hitting the headboard. Your skirt was pushed up, exposing your bright underwear for him to see and what a sight it was. 

“Oh, would you look at that,” his playful eyes soaked up the view of your soiled panties, teeth shining with mischief. “Already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. Cute.”

“Satoru,” you quickly grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of you like it was a weapon. Well, it could’ve been if you used it the right way. “I’m warning you. Stay away. Whatever tension or feelings you think exist between me and you, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”

When he had his legs at both sides of yours again, he stopped moving and cocked his head to the side. 

“Hm. Okay then. Prove it.“

You swallowed the ball of nerves down your throat, caught off guard. “Sorry?”

“Prove it,” he repeated again but in a lower octave, staring you down. “Prove that you don’t like me back and I’ll stop messing with you. What’s the harm? If you’re not lying, then it should be easy.“

You set the pillow aside, and considered his proposal. 

If you weren’t lying then it should be easy, right?

You knew your own feelings. It just wasn’t the right time. Well, none of this was. 

Maybe you just needed to convince him to believe it. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“Fine. Whatever. If it’s that important to you.“

With a smug look on his face, he watched you tug his face down close to yours by the nape of his neck, awaiting your next move. The both of you were staring at each other with the air so still, it could’ve been cut through with a knife. Instead, it dangled between you two, taunting the raw sexual tension that sizzled and sparked from his eyes to yours. 

The only way he was going to be able to let this go was if you made him think that you had no feelings for him. Nothing worth exploring, anyway. Flirting and joking with him was one thing but letting a relationship come in between all of that? What if things didn’t work out? Could you two rekindle a friendship again? 

You couldn’t risk it. You weren’t much of a risk taker anyway. That was his thing, not yours. You looked at things logically. Made them make sense and if they didn’t, you didn’t go through with it. All of your decisions and choices were never mistakes or filled with regrets because you always made sure they were choices or decisions you wanted to make in the end. Satoru didn’t live by that rule. It was do now, think later. A sort of “ask for forgiveness, not permission” kind of guy. You were almost positive he had plenty of regrets and you didn’t want to add to it.

The staring match didn’t last much longer when you impulsively kissed him.

It was supposed to be four seconds, five tops, but for some reason…you just couldn’t pull away. 

Something went wrong. Satoru’s lips weren’t supposed to be this soft. He wasn’t supposed to smell this good and he damn sure wasn’t supposed to touch you while you kissed him. Your face was being cradled in his unreasonably warm soft hands, holding you almost as delicately as a weakened flower. Lips moving slowly against yours, surprisingly without tongue. He led you the entire time and you melted against him, hating yourself for letting him win. 

He was right.

How did you ever think you could beat him at his own game?

When you covered his hands with your own, you knew you’d lost.

It was a losing game right from the start wasn’t it?

When he pulled away, you were breathless but tried to recover by dipping your head down in slight shame. Things were going to change. You could feel it. You just didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing. 

“Hey…” he tilted your chin up to reconnect his eyes with yours, clear worry swimming around in them. So blue. So beautiful. A waking nightmare staring right back at you with no means to escape him. “Is it really that hard to acknowledge how you feel about me? I laid it all out there even when I was scared to do so. I value our friendship. I don’t want anything to mess that up but…” he shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think I can continue tiptoeing around you like I’m always on eggshells or something. Trying to act like everything’s okay when all I wanna do is kiss you and tell you how I really feel. Now you probably regret this entire thing right?”

He didn’t exactly give you time to give him a straight answer as he pulled back, running a hurried hand through his hair. 

“I want this. I fuckin’ want this but I need you to want this too or it’s never going to turn into anything worth entertaining.” He stared down at you, blue eyes unwavered by the rocky emotions haphazardly running about inside of him. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Which was the devil and angel on your shoulders? Your head or your heart? You couldn’t figure it out. It was why you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to do. Was Satoru worth the risk? Was he worth giving a shot? You knew him. You knew what being around him was like and how he treated girls. Albeit the rumors, you’d seen how loyal he was capable of being. How attentive he was and caring. He just could never get a handle on his emotions but everyone had a flaw or two. His flaw was just not knowing how to control his emotions but maybe that was something you could help him with. Maybe you were meant to be that balance for him. Be the water to his fire. 

Maybe…

Just maybe he was worth it.

Because maybe the reward…was worth the risk.

“I…want this.”

Your voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to translate the same.

Satoru hovered his lips back over yours, breath ghosting the tip of your tongue. “Say that again.”

His hands glazed over your thighs, letting a finger hook under the cotton of your thigh highs, snapping it against your skin over and over again. You could even feel his knee push apart your legs, and press against your soaked panties, rubbing into it until you gasped out a small moan that made him groan. 

“Fuck, say it again. I wanna hear you.”

“I want this.”

“Good,” he took your jaw in his free hand, forcing your lips to pucker out for him, smirking at you. “Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”

He hungrily kissed you, not wasting any time shoving his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you that was now his. Not Suguru’s, not Nanami’s — his. 

Satoru used his free hand to travel down your soft tummy, in between your cushioned thighs. Your pretty pleas fell on sadistic ears as he peeled aside your ruined underwear, resting the pad of his index finger against your swollen clit. Teasing you there, he hummed, feeling your arms fall around his neck, holding him down. Fuck, you were so needy and didn’t even know it but, oh. He was going to make sure you got well acquainted with every part of you as well as him. 

He just hoped your parents didn’t get the itch to check on the two of you because what he planned on doing to you, they didn’t need to see. 

“Toru,” you broke away from the kiss, sighing out a shaky whine that pulled him back down to earth. 

“Yes, baby?” Satoru smirked, feeling your face push into his neck out of embarrassment. “What? You shy now?” He kissed your earlobe, lowering his voice into a whisper, “C’mon, it’s too late for that.”

“Shut up.”

He felt your hips move up against his hand and he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ predictable, y’know that?”

He didn’t let you answer him before he gently removed your arms from around him, kissing your palms as he moved down to your chest. He stared at the bra he could clearly see through your shirt, and darted his dark blues up at you. 

“Didn’t quite finish what I was doing here earlier now did I?”

Satoru continued circling at your clit while he expertly unbuttoned your shirt again with one hand. When he was finally face to face with your bra covered tits, he realized that he was much too impatient to bother with unhooking the thing so he pushed the fabric over your breasts, grinning from ear to ear as one popped out of the cup. 

“Perfect.“

Mouth practically salivating, he ignored his name falling from your tongue and closed his mouth over the nipple. You quickly covered your mouth, the muffled moan spilling through your fingers as you trembled while pushing your chest against his face. He groaned, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive bud, teething at it to get those cute squeals from you that he found to like so much. 

As he played with your clit, he also realized that his fingers were long enough to multitask so he replaced his finger with his thumb, applying the same amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves, resuming the previous pace. Wasn’t like you were able to tell the difference with the way he didn’t let up from sucking at your tit, moving to give the same amount of attention to the other one.

While he worked you from the top, he trickled the remaining fingers he had free to your cunt, cursing around your nipple. 

Your panties didn’t even do him any justice. You were a lot wetter than he’d seen.

Fuck.

His cock strained against his pants, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that sweet cunt you’d kept from him for so long. Even so, he was willing to be patient. The payout was going to be worth it, he was sure of it.

Satoru hummed as he let the saliva covered nipple free from his assault, looking up to see the way you were fighting to stay quiet. Chest heaving, trying to hold onto each and every single shaky breath you couldn’t keep contained by the hand you still had over your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you joined eye contact and he snorted.

“How’s that working out for you?”

He received nothing short of a nasty glare from you and dipped his head down, shoulders shaking.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?”

Deciding that your cute tits had enough for now, he shuffled down to the main event and almost groaned at the sight of his sticky fingers. 

“And to think,” he opened his pale, slender fingers then closed them, repeating the action to watch your sticky arousal stretch out in view. “–that this is all for me.” His signature cocky smirk was back, and you looked away, much too embarrassed to watch him ogle your essence all over his fingers like that.

“You’re so weird,” letting your hand drop from your mouth and frowning up at the sound of distant squelching. Why was he still playing with it? “If you keep doing that, I’m leaving,” you warned, snapping your head back at him.

Satoru belted out a laugh and pulled his shirt from over his head with ease. “Fine,” he wiped the residue off with the material and you cringed, wondering if he was going to put that back on once he left later. “So now what?” He asked you, holding your gaze with nothing but lust. It was almost distracting with the way the tips of his fingers danced back onto your warm skin. “We don’t have long to play. Might have to speed things up before Su’ gets here.”

“Shit,” your eyes widened, “I forgot he was coming. Hey,” Satoru kissed your inner thighs, casually resting one on his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach. “Why don’t you call him or something? Tell him he doesn’t need to come over anymore.”

Your fingers filtered through his hair, nails lightly scratching at the roots. His pretty white lashes fluttered in response.

“I don’t know,” he released a breath before he wrapped an arm around the leg that he was giving the most attention to, “I think I like being timed. Kinda wanna see how fast I can make you cum before he gets here.” He smirked, mouthing at your thighs. You whimpered, trying to inch away but he kept his tight grip on you. You weren’t going anywhere. “That is…if your parents don’t run in here first.”

That sounded like a nightmare you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

When you tugged at his hair, he laughed. “Don’t joke like that. I’d genuinely never speak to you again.”

“Ohh, and what would I do without you cutie?” He teased, stroking your leg while he moved his lips further inward. He took a deep inhale, and your ears burned. “This may sound weird, but you literally smell so fuckin’ good. I have this strong urge to eat you out for hours but fuck,” he pulled your panties back to the side again, eyeing your wet cunt. “–we just don’t have that too kinda time, do we?”

“Not only are you cringey but you talk way too much for someone that’s so close to...”

Satoru grinned, knowing what you meant but couldn’t say out loud, and looked up at you. “Mmm, don’t focus on that. Just focus on cumming on my face, yeah?”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed his head down closer to what you knew was going to get him to finally shut up for a while, “yeah, yeah.”

The moment his lips were around your clit, your back curved off of the bed, hands instantly shooting out to grab at the sheets to anchor yourself. A mess of curses and whimpers fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that he was giving you.

It came as a surprise to you that he was this good at eating a girl out. Had he been practicing or something? It didn’t make all that much sense since he didn’t sleep around like that so where the fuck did he learn to do that with his ton–

“Mmm, ‘toru,” your face pushed into the pillow next to you, desperately trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have that annoying tongue piercing of his slide across your clit the way it was doing. How he used it to tease you as he stared up at the expression on your face, eating you up like you were his last meal. 

The obscene noises that came from his slurping, groans and sucking, it was enough to make you cum then and there but if you did, you’d never hear the end of it. Satoru was a proud kind of guy. He reveled in his talents and skills, and eating pussy was definitely one of them. You couldn’t stroke his ego like that. He needed to continue working for it. 

No matter how close you were. It was embarrassing, really. You couldn’t even last a few minutes. God, you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Any louder and they’ll think you’re getting murdered in here,” He taunted you, chuckling while sucking on your clit with a playful glint in his eyes. 

If you weren’t so close to a toe curling orgasm, you would’ve smacked him with a pillow.

“Stop talking about my parents,” you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his hair, “You’re killing the mood.”

Satoru let your puckered nub go with a small ‘pop’ sound, taking your other leg in his hand. “Hmm, is that so? Well,” he pushed both of your legs up while he sat back up on his knees, smirking. “–maybe I should just fuck you and get it over with. There’s always next time.”

“Sorry?” You gave him a bewildered look that made him snort out a small laugh. “There’s definitely not going to be a next time. You’re crazy.”

“Awh,” he let you hold your own legs while he put a hand over his heart, playfully frowning, “You wound me, baby. You’re mine now so I think it’s well within my rights to say there’s going to be a next time for sure.”

“Satoru–“

He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side, and pulled out his thick cock all in one go, taking you off guard. 

“If there’s any doubt, maybe we should stop now.”

You stared at the angry red tip that was coated with his arousal. The pearl of pre that oozed from the slit made your mouth water for some reason. He didn’t have a small dick at all. Nor did it lack in girth. Sad to say, it was perfect. Trimmed, but thankfully not completely shaven. He looked to be around 7, maybe even 8 inches and it scared you. This was going to be your first time. You didn’t want to die during sex. 

“I…Are you sure this is safe?”

He laughed, giving you a weird look, “Safe?” He then looked down at your pretty pussy lips and used two of his fingers to spread you open, ignoring your whines and protests. “Ah, so this is what you mean right? Don’t worry, pretty,” he bent down towards your face, smiling sweetly, “You can take it. I know you can.” He pecked your lips, making your heart race. “You’re new at this but your body will know what to do. Just relax and let me do the work, ‘k?”

Trusting Satoru felt like an incredibly stupid thing to do but at least he had some sort of experience with all of this. It was better than having sex with someone that was just as clueless to it all as you.

At least, that was what you’d decided to believe in order to convince yourself to let him put that thing anywhere near you. 

You’d used toys before. You weren’t a stranger to dildos and such but nothing ever went over 6 inches. There were bigger sizes but you knew what your body could take, and every time you used that 6 inch dildo, it took a minute to stretch yourself out enough to enjoy it when you used it. Looking at Satoru’s dick, it looked impossible. He said your body was going to know what to do but sometimes he talked just to hear himself talk. What if he didn’t know what he was talking about at all? Or maybe he did, but your body became the problem?

“I don’t know…” You mumbled, eyes frantically going from his face to everywhere else around you. “I don’t know about this.”

“Shhh,” He shushed against your lips before kissing you softly. He felt your hand touch his forearm, and took the side of your face, caressing you. Slowly, your nerves calmed down and when he felt your breathing steady itself from the small distraction, he pulled back with a raised brow. “Better now?”

Truthfully, no, but if you wanted to do this, was there any other choice? 

You nodded with a bit of hesitance, “Yeah. I guess so?”

Satoru kissed your forehead, and straightened his spine so that he was back in between your thighs. “Good enough for me. Now, just lay there and tell me if anything makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep going, yeah? This is only going to be enjoyable if you’re…ya know, enjoying it.”

“So that’s,” you pointed to his dick, “–supposed to fit into this tiny hole?” You asked him, now pointing to your vagina. He laughed again, shaking his head like something was actually funny when you were just trying to understand how it all worked because the girls in the pornos you watched looked to have no trouble taking those huge dicks but their vaginas didn’t seem as tight as yours. Maybe you were different from them. Wasn’t it good that Satoru knew that beforehand? “Why are you laughing?”

Satoru wiped the tears from his face, “I’m sorry, you just sound so…” he looked you up and down, then the humor was completely washed away. He smirked, “You’re as pure as they come, huh? Speaking of which,” he leaned forward to come face to face with you again, fingers tugging at your panties to pull off. “–how close to cumming were you a few minutes ago when I was eating that pretty pussy out?” Your face burned at how crude he was being. His azure eyes caught the way you tried to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm,” he smacked the back of your thigh, pulling a small gasp from you, “You were holding it back, weren’t you? Because of me, right? Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Satoru, what’s your point?” You felt him slide your panties completely off, and watched him toss it not too far away from the bed but not towards the door either. Then, he planted his hands at your hips and tugged you a bit further down, grabbing a pillow from the side.

“Lift up for me.”

You pushed your hips up, not sure what he was trying to do, and felt him push the folded pillow underneath your bottom. He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear, “You can relax now, baby.”

“Stop callin’ me that,” you grumbled, doing as you were told. “And are you still doing this with me still clothed?”

You were now elevated, and didn’t understand why. Not that it mattered. You had other concerns. 

“Are you not going to answer my questions at all?”

He quirked a brow, raising back up. “Sure. About your clothes, they’re not in the way. Your tits are out and your panties are gone. Good enough to me, and about that other thing you were worried about — when I stretch you out all nice, it’ll fit.” He grinned before patting your cunt, making you twitch. “Then you'll be crying, screaming and creaming all over my cock. Does that answer all of your questions?”

You rolled your eyes again, choosing to ignore his vacuous way of talking, and focused on the fact that maybe the stretching part was going to work. He seemed to know what he was doing so trusting him felt like something you needed to do in order for this to work. 

If you two even got to the sex part before Suguru made it over. Or worse, your parents heard you and came barging in. 

Having a naked Satoru hovering over you with his dick inside of you was the last thing you ever wanted your parents to see. 

They’d definitely pack the entire house up, and move you to another country if that happened. 

And no doubt, Satoru would find his way to follow you. That was just how he was, and maybe…that was something else you liked about him.

You shook your head, and covered your face. What were you doing thinking about him like this right now? He was minutes away from fucking you in your brother’s old room. The situation was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you’d said yes to dating Satoru. It was just sex. The attraction had been there, but that was it. You were sure he also understood that but what about you? Did you understand that? 

“Are you really that nervous?”

He began prodding at your entrance with just two of his fingers but it made you jump, reaching a hand down to curl around his wrist, stopping him. 

“No,” you looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, “M’not nervous. Just…”

Satoru hummed, and pulled the hand that you were holding onto up to his lips, kissing yours instead. His lips were so soft. How did you miss that when they were all over yours a minute ago? “It’s okay if you are.” His eyes were back on yours, and they weren’t full of lust or mischief this time. Just a tenderness you didn’t often see in them. “Taking your virginity is a big thing for you. You said something about wanting it to be with a special person.” A side smile tugged at his lips, your hand falling limp in his grasp. “Must make me pretty special then.”

Damn, you did say that huh? He was right. He was special to you. Of course he was. He was your best friend. Sure, he was annoying majority of the time but he was still someone you considered special. 

How did he manage to get this far with you? You were doing such a good job at maintaining the walls you had up, and just like that — he went and knocked them all down with a single conversation. Usually, you weren’t this vulnerable. You kept your cards close to your chest, and kept a friendly distance because you were scared of the idea that turning the friendship into something more was going to jeopardize it as a whole. He was worth the risk, but by how much?

“I think you are nervous but I want you to see that it’s a good thing. You’re just being cautious. I get it,” he intertwined his fingers around yours and used his other hand to continue with what he was doing. “Call it lust, call it attraction, but you want to do this for a reason.” You felt his fingers spread you back open, and frowned a bit. He smiled with his eyes down to focus on the task, but he was still in tune with the conversation. “Whether it’s because you actually have feelings for me or not, I’ll take it for now.” When he pushed his fingers into your wet heat, you immediately clamped down on him. Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat. It felt foreign but not enough for you to tell him that it was too uncomfortable for you to continue. “Fuck,” he breathed, brows furrowing in concentration. “You’re tighter than I was expecting.” 

You squeezed his hand when he was as deep as he could go, stilling his movements. 

“Why did you stop? Something wrong?” You asked him, worried.

Satoru’s eyes flickered up at you before chuckling, “Nah. Just wondering how good it’s gonna feel to have your tight cunt all wrapped around my dick like this is all.”

“God, you’re annoying,” you chose to stare at the wall across the room, completely fed up with him at this point.

“Alright, I’m gonna move now. That’s cool with you, right?”

“Mhm.”

Steadily, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, eyes constantly glancing between what he was doing and your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or anything. He kept at it until he felt one of your thighs push against his shoulder. He smirked. Yeah, you were getting there. 

Satoru kissed at your inner thighs as he worked your cunt nice and open, curling his fingers and picking up the pace a bit. He heard your moans from above, as soft as they were, and knew that you were finally enjoying it. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, y’know that?”

“Stop, ah, talking so much,” you whined, “Focus, please.”

He smirked, “Oh, I’m focused. Just praising you a little. You gotta know how good you’re doing down here.” He kissed your skin once more before groaning at the sight of your juices all over his fingers now. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Gonna lose my mind.”

Him? What about you? You were the one on the edge of unconsciousness. There was a tiny spot in you that was always too hard for you to reach. Your fingers were never long enough to make you feel the way your toys made you feel. Always broke out into a sweat trying to find it on your own, but now that Satoru’s freakishly long fingers were unreasonably deep within you, growing closer and closer, you had no doubt he was going to find it and it felt embarrassing how badly you wanted him to. 

“Just like that,” he commented, barely above a whisper as he felt you squeeze his fingers again, “Come on, pretty. Lemme hear you.” Your moans were stifled by the back of your hand but it couldn’t conceal the whimpers that managed to slip out. He watched your futile attempt at being quiet, and sighed. “I admire you for trying but how long do you think that’s going to work? Because I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking fo– Holy shit.” 

Thinking that something was wrong, you looked down but felt his fingers press upwards, sending your mind spiraling around the room. You were positive that your moans travelled all the way downstairs, towards the den you knew your parents were still in. They were seconds away from flying into the room, kicking Satoru out and banning him for life and then grounding you until you turned twenty-eight. You were never going to see the sun or your friends ever again, and it was all his fault.

“Satoru–”

“Right here, yeah? Does it feel good? Bet it fuckin’ does.”

After finding what he’d been searching for, he was abusing it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You were practically floating, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your thighs shook, and when he started sucking on your clit again — you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your stomach anymore. 

Satoru felt you clench down on his fingers one more time before he could feel your walls fluttering and spasming. He smirked around your throbbing bud and let it go, settling to watch the way you whined and whimpered into the pillow next to you, legs threatening to close. 

“Uh-uh,” he smacked your thighs, hungrily eating up the gasp of ‘please’ that you shuddered out, still trembling through your ground-breaking orgasm, “Keep’em open for me, baby. Wanna see you.”

You didn’t even have the strength to be annoyed by his undying desire to continue zeroing in on you the way he was doing. Your breaths came out in staggered one’s and two’s, feeling as though you were hyperventilating. It was safe to say that you’d never experienced an orgasm like that, and it was all because of him. The boy that lived to tease you, make you feel like his friend one day and a foe the next. Which, you didn’t mind because that was just how your friendship with him worked. However, you wondered what things were going to be like now. Maybe there was going to be a little less bickering, and a lot more fuckin—

“Damn,” Satoru finally pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, oceanic eyes savoring up the state that they were in. Coated with your creamy fluid, it was like looking at living art. You were so fucking beautiful, and you didn’t even know it. Yet. “I really do wish that we had more time,” he began, but you were still face first in a pillow, catching your breath, “I’d love to teach you how to suck dick because I’m getting this weird feeling you’d be really fuckin’ good at it.”

With a deep sigh and feeling your ears singe as though flames from a fire were licking at the shells of them, you groaned out, “Please get to the point already.”

Satoru snickered, glancing up at you. “You know exactly what I mean. But let’s save that for next time, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed back up onto his knees and crawled to hover over you. Snatching the pillow away and ignoring your whining, he leaned forward, snow white hair acting as a curtain between his and your faces. There was a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips that you couldn’t ignore. It annoyed you more than being face to face with him again. “Right now though, m’gonna fuck you.” In front of you, he slowly dipped his fingers – one by one – into his mouth, and sucked on them like they were coated candy. It should’ve grossed you out, okay it did a little bit, but for some reason…it turned you on even more. 

Maybe you were going delirious.

“Mmm,” he moaned around his digits, not breaking eye contact, “Sweet.”

You fake grimaced, and looked away in disgust, “Ugh, remind me to never let you finger me ever again.”

He snorted, removing them and wiping them on the bed sheet next to you. “Highly doubt you won’t want these bad boys in you next time but,” he shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now,” Satoru took your chin in between two of his fingers that weren’t just in his mouth, and turned you back to facing him again. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” Fuck, it was back. Your heart began to thump strongly inside of your chest. His tone was light and teasing, low and a bit breathy as you felt his other hand move down to pick your leg up and put it in line to his waist. Then, his lips moved to your ear, grinning faintly. “Wanna fuck you soooo bad, baby. Can’t you feel it?”

You could. He was grinding against your pussy, deeply groaning into your ear, begging you to say yes. He knew that you wanted him just as bad, but he needed you to say it. Of course, you weren’t as vocal with him but to hear you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you — it was better than just doing it.

A logic that you couldn’t understand.

Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, you could feel the core within you flare up again. Your skin sizzled, and your body tingled for more. Was it really necessary for you to say something like that out loud? Couldn’t he tell that you wanted him just as bad? You were definitely wet enough. 

“Baby,” he moaned impatiently in your ear, and you sighed, almost letting it turn into a moan yourself.

“Satoru, please just put it in. God, why do you have to be like this? So annoying,” It came off lightheartedly so that was why he couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly turned into a low whine, pressing kisses against your neck.

“So mean,” he muttered, frowning up. “Fine.” He let your leg go, and directed the tip of his cock towards your entrance. “You’re going to be uncomfortable for a minute so…” It wasn't like you weren’t expecting it to hurt a little. It was definitely going to be unpleasant until you got used to the feeling. As a result, you gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to continue. 

He carefully parted your folds with the head, biting back a groan as he felt you immediately welcome him in, walls latching onto his dick like you’d reached down and took hold of him with your own hand. It definitely felt way better than when he used his fingers earlier. He had to remember to take his time for your sake without losing himself in your tight cunt.

You, on the other hand, were gripping his arms, eyes shut facing the ceiling. It took everything in you not to stop him altogether, but you wanted this. Ashamedly, you’d wanted it for a pretty long time and so far, there wasn’t much that you were missing out on. The pleasure always came after the stretch, but fuck, did it have to hurt this bad to get there? 

Satoru raised his head to kiss your cheek, but when he was met with a certain wetness to your soft skin, he quickly frowned and stopped where he was at, “Hey,” he called softly, worried now, “It hurts, doesn’t it? We can stop. I don’t want you in pain just because you think that you can do this right now. We can try another time. I’m not in a rush to do this tonight, you know.”

Pitiful. You acted so tough whenever you bickered with him like cats and dogs but here you are, nails slightly dug into his creamy skin, giving him the impression that you couldn’t even do this one little thing. He must’ve been disappointed. He sounded worried but then again, Satoru always had been one of the best actors you’d ever seen. He was probably annoyed, and you were beginning to feel frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How bothersome.

“No,” you shakily breathed out, wanting to stomp on your own foot for once, “Keep…keep going…”

Satoru released a low hum, eyes searching your face for any other indication that you actually wanted him to stop but saw none. He knew that you were just putting on a brave face. That you were telling him that because you either didn’t want to stop or you probably did, just didn’t want to disappoint him. He could’ve scoffed. As if. Didn’t you know that he was under your spell? Whatever you say, goes? He wasn’t ignorant to your feelings. In fact, he found that he could read you better than you’d ever know. Which, in hindsight, was actually a feat considering you weren’t the most open person he knew. You were good at hiding behind a wall. It was just that he knew you so well, you couldn’t hide much from him now.

Still, he needed to make sure.

“You…you sure?”

“Satoru,” you opened your eyes to find him still looking down at you like you were some puppy he’d almost ran over in the street, and felt exhausted already. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Just asking,” He resumed with the pace, pushing himself in further, watching you whimper and turn your head to the side in slight pain, “I told you that if you don’t feel good doing this, I won’t so…”

What was he expecting your reaction to this to be? You, smiling and laughing; not having a care in the world? It hurt, it was painful. What more to it? He knew that it wasn’t going to feel great being the first dick to ever slide in your vagina so you needed a minute to get used to it. Plus, it wasn’t like you practiced with your dildos five days a week. You, often, crammed for tests and even toured different colleges (despite knowing the exact one you wanted to attend after graduating). Which, you still needed to make sure Satoru was going with you and Suguru or else the plan was going to have to change. That conversation could be saved after all of this, though. 

Fact of the matter was, you chose this. Therefore, you were allowed to tell him when you wanted to stop or not and right now, you were nowhere near close to reaching that first decision.

“Fuck,” You could feel how full you were becoming, and felt like he was much bigger now that he was sliding himself into you. Maybe you’d misjudged his size when you looked at it earlier. He was probably bigger than what you’d seen and if that was the case, you were going to have a little more trouble than you thought. “Feels so weird but…kinda…kin…da–”

“Good?” He filled in, smirking as you reopened your eyes to look back at him, feeling your cheeks warm at how close you realized he was. 

“Mhm.”

He chuckled, unable to hold himself back from kissing you. Your lips modded against his, moaning softly into his mouth, letting him taste you again. When he’d kissed you before, it slipped your mind how good it felt to feel his piercing against your bare tongue, letting the wet muscle slide and press down on yours. Especially when he sucked on your tongue, earning a cute whine from you that he ate up by diving his tongue back down your throat, swallowing up all of those cute sounds that you were making.

His lips trailed from yours to your cute neglected nipples that were pressing against his chest for clear attention again. As soon as he took one in his mouth and pinched at the other one, he heard you gasp before moaning out. Letting the little piece of perky flesh roll in between his fingers as he glided his tongue all around the nipple he had in his mouth. As simple of an act it was, it was strangely taking your mind off of him shoving his massive dick into your too small of a hole. You trembled under his touch, begged for more, and he was happy to oblige. 

Satoru discarded playing with your other nipple, and reached a hand down until he was met with your needy clit, beginning to rub it in gentle circles. 

“O-oh!” You wailed out, much too loud for even his taste as he used his other hand to clamp over your mouth. The rest of your moans were muffled, and it made him smile around your now way-too-sensitive nipple, pulling away with a distinct ‘pop’.

He moved his face back in front of yours, and cooed, “Awh, look at you. Sorry, but you’re getting a bit loud, baby, and I like having my head so,” he shrugged and kissed your forehead before he rested his against it. For a moment, he stopped playing with your clit and focused on finishing the journey into your hot cavern. Your walls were so tight around him, he wasn’t sure he was even going to make it any further than this. A slew of curses tumbled from his lips as he finally felt himself bottom out, hips flush against yours. “Fuck, I could cum right now,” sliding his hand from your mouth.

“That’s a compliment…right?” You asked, breathlessly, and heard him bellow out an airy chuckle. 

Satoru nodded. “Yeah. It’s a compliment.”

Without his help, you kept your legs at both sides of his hips, trying to relax. It should’ve felt odd to have Satoru on top of you like this, but it couldn’t have felt more right. Again, you were probably a little delirious and overstimulated, but you could always reassess your feelings after this was over. Not like you wanted it to be over any time soon, there was just a small window of time in place since there was no way to know when exactly Suguru was there or not. As if he’d announce himself before barging through rooms to find you two since he had no clue you and Satoru were playing twister in a very inappropriate way. 

“Okay,” You felt his breath hit your face, and was bothered by how unbothered you were about it. Minty. “Let me know when you want me to start moving.”

You scoffed, “Well, thank you for letting me make the choice but from the way you just said that, I think if it was left up to you, you’d have moved by now.”

Satoru pouted, pretty blues feigning his feelings now hurt, “Yeah? Well, I won’t lie. You’re right,” He smiled at the way you rolled your eyes. Of course you were right. “But,” he kissed your nose causing it to wrinkle up upon contact, “–only because we don’t really have a lot of time. I did say that, didn’t I?”

The urge to roll your eyes again was strong, but you were resilient. You held back, and he was silently thankful. He didn’t need your eyeballs rolling out of your head. He quite liked your eyes. They were pretty to look at when you weren’t glaring or giving him the evil eye. 

Kind of like now, actually.

“K,” was all he was willing to give you, feeling him pull out like you were more delicate than glass, “God, m’gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he had a hand back on your jaw again, smirking down at the wild look on your face. “Fuck being worried about your parents. We’re about to have the whole damn neighborhood knocking at the door.”

Panicking, you swatted his hand away from you and squeezed your thighs against his hips. “Satoru, we don’t have time for this shit. It’ll be your big mouth that’ll get us caught before I will. Now, stop talking so damn much and fuck me already- ah!” Your nails instantly pressed back into his skin again as he slammed his thick cock back in, groaning out with his head dipped down, close to your neck. 

There wasn’t much talking after that. He abused your cunt without much thought on how you were doing, which wasn’t like he needed to have much concern on if you were enjoying it or not because your moans and pleas for more was proof enough. How you locked your ankles at the lower end of his back, almost pressing him back in when he pulled out. A smirk fell on his lips as he cursed, licking along your warm neck, feeling your pulse race against the wet muscle. Call him whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else right about now except here. With you, on you, in you. Fuck, he could think up a million other things he could’ve been doing but he’d choose fucking you over it all. Not just because it felt good but because it was you. You made him so intoxicated, so blind to everything else that wasn’t you. Your scent, your smile, your voice, your body, your snarky way of shutting him down whenever he talked and especially how shy you got without even realizing it sometimes. All because of him. He was the cause of it, and call him crazy, but he fucking loved that.

“Too mu- mnh! Wait!” you mewled out, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

Satoru chuckled, rocking his hips into yours, trying to search for that precious little spot in you that he’d grown fond of. “Now it’s too much? Geez,” he pulled back, and peered down to look at you, “Awhh,” he cooed again, catching the small balled up tears that fell down your cheeks with his index finger. “It really is too much for you, huh? Well, take it for a little bit longer, yeah?”

He planted kisses all along your face, causing your face to burn in embarrassment. Why was he such a kisser all of the sudden? 

“Just slow down,” You panted out, giving him one of the saddest pouts you could muster up; which usually worked whenever you wanted something to go your way. Then again, this was Satoru. He wasn’t ever easily moved by such weak tactics at getting him to change his mind. “Please?”

“You beg so nicely, it’s kinda hard to say no,” he muttered, grinning with amusement, “But no.” He watched your eyes fill up with more tears, and he kissed those away too. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Done with the sentimentals and taking it easy on you, he sat up from laying on you and pushed your thighs as far towards your chest as they were able to go. Which, impressively, they were almost pressed right up against you. He smirked. Flexible, too? His dick twitched from inside of you. Too bad he really couldn’t take his time with you. He’d just have to experiment with different positions that required a very flexible partner later on then. Spoiler aler: you.

“Toru, what are you-”

“Shhh,” he said under his breath, eyes down, captivated by the amount of cream that had collected at the base of his cock from a mixture of both you and his arousal. “Just lay pretty for me.” His eyes flickered back up to you, glinting with something you couldn’t make out. “I kinda want Suguru to walk in right now.”

Your eyes widened. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen. 

“Why do you say that?”

Satoru was quiet for a moment, releasing one of your legs to slither a hand down between the both of you to rub at your clit. You squealed and tried to close your legs from the sudden attack when he kept them both open with just one hand. 

He withdrew a breath before finally speaking, “Because…what better way to know that you’re now mine than catching me balls deep in you? Think that would get the point across permanently, don’t you think?”

Exasperated, you decided to indulge in his possessiveness. “He doesn’t have any feelings for me. That sounds pointless.”

“To you, but not to me,” He replied before pushing his cock fully back inside, biting into his lip. You released a shaky breath, pitifully wishing that he was closer so that you could touch him again. “It irks me that anyone could come around, declaring their feelings for you. You’re with me now. Everyone’s gonna get the hint that you’re off limits,” He placed his hands firmly at your hips, gripping you, tightly, “One way or another or,” his teeth gleamed off of the dull lighting in the room, sending strange waves throughout your lower stomach. “I’ll just have to fight them all. Maybe then,” he sent a particularly rough thrust into you, erupting a drawn out whine from your throat, “-they’ll get the fucking hint.”

Satoru was ruthless with the way he was now treating you. Eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as his pants began to blend with your own and fingers so deep against your skin - you wouldn’t be surprised if you walked out of this with bruises later on. 

The bed rocked loudly against the wall, creating a constant thump thump thump that fell at the back of both of your minds. You couldn’t focus on anything, but how good he was fucking you. And god, it was good.

"Sa-toru, s'too much, please," you pleaded with him once more, not sure what you wanted him to do about it because stopping him was the last thing you wanted.

He bent down, close to your face again, and chuckled against the warmth of your skin, "What is it, baby? Too much? Want me to stop?"

"N-no! No, no no," you moaned out, frowning up as you felt a hand of his move down to your aching clit that was desperate for more stimulation. "Please don't stop."

He hummed, letting his middle finger circle your clit at a steady pace as he continued to pound into you, relentlessly. "Anything but that, huh? God, you're so pretty." He was staring at you, watching the little tears fall from your pretty eyes. He had a thing for making girls cry while fucking them so he couldn't help but be entranced by the way you sobbed for him to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot.

He smirked and licked up one of the salty trails, groaning. "Keep crying like that, and I definitely won’t be able to pull out."

It was a miracle you’d remembered to take your birth control for the day earlier.

You got shy by the comment, and tried to hide your face anywhere where he wasn't able to see, but he wasn't having any of it.

"No, baby, let me see you. I wanna see you," he repeated, taking your jaw softly in his grasp, melting at the look on your face as he fucked you harder, angling his hips for that certain spot he'd been looking for again. Found it. Your face was now wet with tears, skin blotched with bits of red from the heat underneath your skin, lips puffed and coated with saliva from the drool moments ago. You looked fucked out. Just how he wanted you. "What a fucking sight you are, pretty girl."

Your mind fell off the deep end as you felt one of your legs come up in line of his waist, gripped tightly to keep it there as he fucked into your tight hole at jet speed, two fingers now at your clit. 

You were babbling on and on about nothing in particular, forgetting where you even were. Drool dripped down as Satoru held you close to him, his head nestled into your neck, chasing after his own release. He knew you were close just by the way your thighs trembled around him and wanted you two to cum at the same time. 

He toyed with your clit, and heard you beg in such a pathetic tone, it was hard to hold back his own release. 

"Please, please cum in me," you whined, clutching piteously at the sheets while holding onto him, nails dug deep into his shoulder blades. 

He smirked, "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

You clenched around him, throwing your pride right out of the window. "So fucking bad, I need you to...I need you...mngm," you weren't making much sense, but he got the jist.

It was all he needed to get you to come undone around him.

As your orgasm rattled your entire body, turning your bones into pure jelly, Satoru wasn't able to hold back much longer and shot every bit of his load against your cervix, filling you up all nice and good while biting into your shoulder to keep from being so loud. 

Each breath of yours came out shaky, and so did his. It was a quiet moment between the two of you as he slowed his movements, riding out both of your highs. 

Once he believed every drop was in you, he pulled himself out and hissed at the way you were still clenching down on him, twitching from the motions. 

"Satoru..."

He leaned up with every ounce of strength he still had left, and watched the way his cum oozed out of you. He smiled, in a daze. He was pleased. Very pleased. 

"Yeah?"

You went to close your legs when he kept them open with strong hands. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was still admiring his 'work of art’. 

"So…what now?"

His ears perked up at that. "Huh?"

You sighed, feeling the after effects of what just happened between you both. "Yeah...like what are we? Friends? Or with benefits? I don’t understand."

Satoru snorted, closed your legs and began moving off of the bed. Once he had his clothes put back on, he went in search of a towel and a rag to use. On his way to the connected bathroom, he shrugged, “Dunno. That’s up to you.”

Instantly, you frowned. Why was it now up to you? Wasn’t he just going on and on about you being his now? What happened to that? You bit into your lip, worrying the fragile skin. Was he…not interested in you anymore? He sounded like he didn’t care. Didn’t he, though? Or had that just been him talking? Of course he didn’t mean any of it. You weren’t very interesting anyway. There were much prettier girls to get invested into. You were nothing but his friend, and that’s how it was always going to be. 

So you were delirious after all. 

Just then, he came padding back into the room, a warm towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. Deciding that silence was better than talking about something you no longer held any interest in, you let him clean you up. Neither of you said anything to break the tension even though you were half-expecting Satoru to say something. It couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t feeling it. It was obvious. Well, as obvious as it seemed since his expression was blank and completely unreadable. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he was now being. Almost.

“There,” he gave your thighs a final sweep before patting you dry with the dry towel, “All clean.“

“Thanks.”

He walked back to the bathroom to put both towels in the hot water he’d run in the basin the first time he walked in, and came back out just as fast. He was still quiet when he sat back on the bed, but he chose to sit at the edge, like earlier, back facing you again. 

Great.

Stupid Satoru, you moved off of the bed and began dressing, sending death glares at the back of his pretty head, stupid everything. 

Did he say that because the ball was now in your court? He’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted more, to be with you after it all, and was just waiting to see if you wanted the same thing. Seemed about right.

There was a lot of talk during the entire thing that maybe he was feeling a bit anxious. He was never really good when it came to talking about deeper feelings. Was probably why you were in the dark so long about how he really felt about you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to go yelling those sorts of things out to everyone (or even to himself). He was sometimes…complicated, but you understood. 

With a more hopeful mindset, you finished fixing your bra and getting your underwear back on, and went to sit down next to him. You noted that your thighs were touching, and how he didn’t move away from you. That was a good sign, at least.

“Hey…” your eyes fell to the floor instead of making eye contact with him, “I’ll just get straight to the point. You like me, right?”

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him quietly nod. Yep. Good sign.

“Okay…that’s good.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

His voice startled you a bit, looking at him with curious eyes. For some reason, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Like someone had taken it out of your chest, and was holding the organ up right next to you. It made you swallow a ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, trying to quiet the noises to hear what he had to say.

“Do you…do you like me too?”

That seemed easy enough to answer but for some odd reason, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. There was no one in your head but you, so why couldn’t you at least admit it to yourself? No more beating around the bush, using riddles to disguise it, how did you truly feel about him? Did you want a relationship with him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was actually quite caring. Had some jealousy and possessive issues going on, but nothing that’d keep you from saying yes so what was actually the problem? 

When you finally gave it some real thought, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you felt you weren’t good enough for him. The girls at school were all his type or at least girls you saw would look a million times better with him than you. You were, to put it simply, insecure. Your insecurities couldn’t allow you to be in a relationship with him because of his popularity around school. What if he wanted to walk you to one of your classes, hand in hand, for people to ogle and giggle at? Or worse, kiss you on the cheek in front of someone, and then the entire school figured out you two were now dating? That the great Satoru went, and chose you out of all of the girls there to be with. You’d rather lay down on train tracks than let that happen. It was senior year, and it was almost over, but there was no doubt things would be the same in college. You two just didn’t fit. How come he couldn’t see that?

“Satoru...we don’t mix. We wouldn’t make sense. We’re two completely different people. I’d rather skip out on the odd looks and whispers, and just stay where it’s safe.” You sighed, “As friends.”

His hands drew into fists by his sides, “There you go, dodging the question again. So you’re scared, is what you’re saying? Scared of what people are going to think?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your blood boil, “I am,” but it wasn’t necessarily out of anger. It was more so from the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what else to say or how else to put it. A relationship just couldn’t happen. 

Satoru snorted, “So us fucking just now was a waste, right?” He stood up as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing. “It didn’t mean shit to you. I can see it in your eyes.” His hands were still fisted up but his eyes were now glossy. Was he really that upset about it? “I poured out my heart only to get it broken again except this time, by someone I actually give a damn about. Yeah,” he nodded. “What a fuckin’ waste it was.”

He headed for the door and you shot up from your spot on the bed, trying to push back the tears you could feel forming behind your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “So what? You’re gonna just leave? I…I don’t want to have feelings for you, but I do. I do, Satoru. I just can’t handle what will come with that. I’m sorry.”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, feeling irony from this situation. “Funny you say that yet you had no problem trying to climb on Suguru’s dick a while back.” He looked over his shoulder at you, the dark look in his eyes causing you to slightly jump. “What’s your excuse for that one? He’s just as popular as me. What’s the difference?”

You felt that if you didn’t choose your words carefully, he really was going to walk out of that door and you feared that he’d never want to see you again. This felt like a more serious fight than you’d anticipated. 

But he had a point. What made him and Suguru so different? Or was there a difference at all? You’d confessed to Suguru as quickly as he had (though it had only been a ploy on his end), and felt sick when he rejected you later that day. It was almost hard to stay friends after that, but now knowing how Satoru truly feels about you…couldn’t you offer him the same shot as you gave Suguru? They were both very well known around the school, and Suguru was popular not just by association but because he always hosted the best house parties and was on the attractive side as well. He earned his spot on the popularity board so going out with him would’ve been the same as going out with Satoru.

Dig deeper, you mentally told yourself. There’s more to it. There has to be.

 And there was. You just couldn’t think of it.

“Graduation’s around the corner,” you heard him mutter, pulling your attention back, “I applied to a different college as a backup plan. You know,” there was a faint smile on his face but it looked pained; forced, “-in case this whole thing between us went south. So...probably won’t be joining you and Su for Uni.” He shrugged. “Probably won’t mean much to you anyway. I wonder,” he kept a hand on the door and turned to face you, “Is this part of a plan or something? Use me to get to Su? Because maybe you haven’t gotten over him. You said you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but that was probably a lie, right?”

Your bottom lip trembled but you tucked it between your teeth to keep from showing him that he was hurting you, bit by bit, “Not true, and you know it.”

“See,” he shook his head, eyes narrowed at you, “That’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t know shit, apparently. Maybe I never have. I mean, you aren’t doing anything to keep me here so what does that say to you?”

“What the hell do you want me to say?!” You shouted at him, knowing it was going to get your parents attention. Like you cared. “I told you that I like you! I just can’t be in a relationship with you, and I don’t want Suguru either! I don’t want to feel any worse than I already do by just being friends with you two!” He stared at you blankly as he watched you walk towards him. He didn’t move a muscle. Just stared. “So what do you want? Hm? What do you want me to say?”

Satoru let go of the doorknob and slowly, ever so gently, took your face into his warm hands, gazing down at you with a softness that almost made you stop holding back your tears. Almost. “I want you to say fuck everyone else, and focus on just me. On us. Don’t give a damn about what they might say, and be with me. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. No one makes me feel the way you make me feel.”

“Satoru…” You couldn’t escape him. He was looking directly at you, so close, too close. Like he was able to see all of the things that you were hiding behind your eyes, desperately trying to protect yourself from becoming too vulnerable. Except, he’d invaded your private space a long time ago. He could see those things you wanted to keep hidden, and didn’t judge you for it. He just wanted to love you for it, if you’d let him. 

Would you?

Could you?

“I…”

His pretty blue eyes gleamed with hope. “Yeah?”

“Toru…I want-”

The door suddenly swung open, bumping Satoru into you and crashing both of you to the floor. Luckily, he had saved you from the impact of the fall by grabbing you and switching positions so that his back was the one that met the hard flooring. You landed on top of him in a heap, legs tangled around each other. Suguru had a curious look on his face when he poked his head in the room, looking around until you caught you two. His eyes widened before his lips formed into a smirk. 

“Damn. So I guess my assistance wasn’t needed at all.”

His comment came from how Satoru’s hands were wrapped around your midsection and how close your face was to his. It didn’t help that Satoru’s face was blood red either. 

“Could’ve knocked,” Satoru grumbled before he sat up, pulling his knees up as well to cradle you against him so you wouldn’t think that he was pushing you away. He frowned, still a little embarrassed. It sort of shocked you because didn’t he say he wanted Suguru to walk in on you two having sex minutes ago? It sure sounded familiar. Now he was shy? You came to realize that sometimes — Satoru was all bark and no bite. “That would’ve been a nice heads up, idiot.”

Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, “Well that’s a weird way to say thank you.”

Satoru looked at him with a bewildered look, “And what would I have been thanking you for?”

His best friend gestured to the way you and Satoru were still pressed against one another. Satoru looked away from him, and stared off elsewhere. “Oh. Yeah, well…” You stiffened in his hold. “We’re just friends so…”

“No,” just like he had done, you placed a hand on his cheek, and brought his face back in front of yours, “We’re not.”

Both brows shot up this time, eyes wide again, “We’re…not?”

With a small smile, you shook your head. “Nope.” You then turned to look back at Suguru who was looking at you two like he knew something both of you didn’t. “We’re going out now.” You shrugged. “So I guess you were right.”

Suguru snorted out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a laugh, “Yeah, when am I not?”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh, “Never, it seems.”

“Hey,” Hearing Satoru’s voice, that sounded oddly distant like he wasn’t right in front of you, you looked back at him. It was like his face was glowing, if possible. “Do you…do you mean that? We’re…?”

You planted your other hand against his other cheek, and nodded. Slowly, you answered. “Yes we are. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. Did you get that or do I have to say it a little slower for you?” You teased, and instead of getting snarky back, he just smiled. 

“Yeah. I got it.”

Before you could’ve gotten smart with him again, his lips were back on yours, shutting you up as planned. 

Behind you, Suguru was mumbling about ‘being right’ and feeling Satoru smile into the kiss, you couldn’t hold back from doing the same. 

It was like everything was finally right in the world. 

Well, almost.

Like being interrupted the first time wasn’t annoying enough, the door pushed open some more and in walked in, your parents.

They didn’t look very happy. 

Suguru was forgotten for the moment, and was pushed to the side by your dad who walked further in, appalled and somehow livid at the same time.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Oh, our precious daughter,” your mom wailed from behind him, holding onto the door frame to not fall over. “Defiled by this heathen!”

Satoru, with wide eyes, looked from them to you, clearly trying to hold in his laughter. His face made you want to laugh too but you knew that your parents were going to ground you for life now. 

You almost wanted to sob with your mother who looked downright ailed by what she was looking at. 

Your dad looked down at Satoru with a menacing gaze that wasn’t to be tampered with, “Son, you’ve got five seconds to release my daughter and run out of this house like a bat out of hell or you won’t wanna know what I’m going to do to you.”

Satoru, slightly intimidated by the man now, rose his hands up in defense, “Sir, I’m so sorr—“

“FIVE, four, three—”

Satoru scrambled to his feet, pulling you up as well, “Text you later?”

Highly embarrassed by the entire situation, your face burned, “Uh…sure?”

Satoru smirked, and kissed your cheek, “Great. Later, babe.”

It was as if steam had blown out of your father’s ears, face almost resembling a balloon that’s about to pop. 

“One!”

When he skipped an entire number, Satoru had shot out of the room with Suguru close on his heels, both trampling down the hallway to get downstairs. Suguru was screaming his friend’s head off about getting him involved in this as they ran for the door. 

“Who cares! Open the door! I can’t die here! I’ve got too much to live for!”

If Suguru’s life wasn’t currently in danger, he’d have rolled his eyes at that. 

Selfish until the end.

The door swung open, and Suguru got on his bike quickly starting it so that when Satoru climbed at the back, he was able to do a curt u-turn, zooming out of the driveway with nothing but exhaust covering their silhouettes until they were gone down the street.

When they were far away enough, Satoru laughed into the wind, having forgotten to put on his helmet in the midst of all the chaos.

“And what are you laughing at?” Suguru asked him from over his shoulder, sparing a mere glance to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.

Satoru let out a breath of relief, looking up at the passing sky. A faint smile on his face and heart seconds away from exploding from the adrenaline, he replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He finally had you, albeit almost dying by your own father’s hand in the process. But, he was finally able to call you his.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he said out loud, breathlessly.

Suguru snorted then smirked to himself, still looking ahead.

“Yeah. You do.”

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Pure amazement

Katsuki ‘Backshot King’ Bakugou

I’ve been having some of the ugliest brainrot about this; sooooo I’mma leave this here.

he’s come a long, long way with nicknames over the last couple of years and now being a senior in college, Backshot King has been on that’s carried with him since his sophomore year. the few girls he has fraternized with have given him quite the rep on campus.

and he lives up to the name—almost every girl in his graduating class has tried at least twice to be on the receiving end of his deep strokes and rough grip, but he’s hardly paid them any mind. not when there’s you, the pretty girl in his sociology course that’s been nothing but sweet to him since day 3. (days one & two, he came in with a shitty attitude & you steered clear.)

can’t help the giddy feeling that nestles itself in his chest when you’re finally wrapped around his cock, several study sessions & 4 actual dates later. you look so unreal splayed out beneath him, thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. It almost shimmers and he has to stop himself from dragging his tongue across your stomach for the smallest taste.

“turn over f’me.” If you weren’t so lost in your thoughts, you would’ve moved when he said it, but when it’s going on almost a full minute and you still haven’t moved, Katsuki makes the adjustments for you.

his arms lock around your midsection, flipping you on your stomach. you moan at the feel of his scorching palms on your hips, pulling your ass in the air. his palm stays splayed on your back, keeping your arch in that perfect position for him to wreck your guts and you tremble in his grip as the head of his dick presses against the opening of your pussy.

Katsuki’s never been more eager to sink into something in his fucking life. he can feel the heat from your walls radiating just around his tip and it makes him feverish as he sinks into you in one fell swoop, knocking you forward immediately. you lose the arch but it isn’t long before he’s propping you back up, snapping his hips into you again.

“f-fuck..” you seeth, face sinking into the plush pillow wrapped tight in your arms. “you’re deep!”

“good.” Bakugou’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, dragging you back on his cock, sinking all the way to the hilt before he pulling out and pressing in again.

he sets a hellish pace, pelvis smacking against the cheeks of your ass like nobody’s business. he’s got a hand tight around the back of your neck as he digs out your insides, head bumping against the very ends of your pussy. you’ve already got tears threatening to spill over and he’s only a few strokes in.

you’d heard about Katsuki’s reputation and what it entailed, but you never guessed you’d be on the receiving end nor that it held too much truth. you were the lucky winner and Bakugou finds himself more than grateful for the snug hold your walls keeps on him. “so fuckin’ tight, feels good..”

the words sound muffled rolling off his lips as you scoot forward, pulling away from Katsuki as his thrusts get more powerful. he tsks, arms locked around your elbows as he pulls you back to him, his dick fucking your cervix once again. “whatcha runnin for?”

he can’t hide the pure satisfaction he feels hearing your mewls and cries of ‘slow down, Katsuki! please!’ or the sadistic smile that graces his lips the more he sees you trying to run from him. he’s got his hands on your shoulders while he holds you in place, forcing your walls to take every last inch of him.

you’re full on sobbing, pussy sore and swollen from the way his balls slap against you and the sheer force of his thrusts. you wish you’d known what you were signing up for. when you start creaming around his cock, walls clenching rapidly around him, Katsuki’s ready to blow, daring to fuck every single sticky rope of his cum in you.

you’re shaking in his hold as you cum without warning, hoarse screams of his name music to Bakugou’s ears while he fucks you through your high. your brain can’t fully imagine the feeling of beyond fullness that follows when he finally cums in you, spurts of his seed filling every corner of your womb.

It’s a domino effect, the way he’s coating your walls in cum, spurred on by the way your walls hug him tighter with every push of his hips. that’s the quickest he’s ever finished and the mere thought of you withstanding his onslaught and taking his cum has Katsuki rutting into you all over again.

“not done ‘til you’re cryin’ and leakin’ my cum .” he’s pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and it’s the softest thing you’ll get from him all night.

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