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Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) - fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc- 4 parts (I THINK) in this chap- flashbacks of explicit sex with dirty talk, weed smoking (Satoru and his boys aha) mentions of sex, lots of humor, enemies to loversss- WC- this chap- 8k- art in the banner by Yuana on X

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Chapter One

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter almost three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly in your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, and you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'So greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?' 

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

You take the results in a shaky hand, mind swirling as the doctor goes on and on, some crazy distant humming in your head, there’s no way, it can’t be. You’re literally starting your journalism career, thinking you’d maybe gained a few pounds from stress and ramen, the interning was absolutely brutal, you’re never regular on your periods, hence the birth control in the first place.

Running coffees here and there, grabbing this and that for everyone above you, but you were now officially hired, and you were making good money for once, finally able to pay down some of your pesky student loans and get a nice car. You worked hard for it, for everything, despite many thinking leading a sorority meant you came from money, you were a scholarship girl.

That’s a huge reason you and Satoru always clashed, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, easily acing every test that you busted your ass for, things came easy to him, you worked for it. Achieving the highest you could in your graduating class, the little shit that came to school hungover grinned right next to you, like a goddamn plague, and you hoped that finally he was gone for good.

What bonded two people like you now?

Well…

“Do you need to go over your options, hunny?” One of the nurses says, touching your shoulder with a gentle smile, you shake your head then, clearing your throat.

“I just need to… think.”

You’re pacing back and forth in your apartment, feet padding gently along the hardwood floor, cell phone in your hand, staring at the phone number that just got sent to you by Shoko. She was Satoru’s friend and yours, which was rare given the ongoing student warfare zone you all created. You’d texted her a simple- hey do you have Gojo’s number- not going into details.

How do you even tell him?

What do you say!?

You psych yourself up, finally dialing it, when he picks up the phone after the second ring, murmuring - “Hello.” God, even him answering what he assumes is a stranger is snarky.

“Um, hey.” Gojo pauses at the sound of your voice, faltering just for a moment, as his friends bounce a basketball around a court outside, he sits down on the bench, vivid images filling his head. “It’s-”

“Think I don’t know your annoying voice by heart, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, sighing and plopping down on your couch.

“Yeah, well… I got your number from Shoko.”

“Need a second round? Should have guessed.” He’s gesturing to Suguru and Sukuna, who roll their eyes at him, and he puts his voice down an octave. “I could be convinced.”

“Jesus christ, Gojo.” You almost hang up, feeling your tummy tighten then, almost nauseous, realizing you had to talk to him. “Are you, I don’t know, um… free for lunch or anything?” You despise the words falling from your lips.

“Asking me on a date, huh? So bold, I like it.” Satoru winks now at his friend’s shocked expressions, muting for a moment, telling them it was you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna says, Suguru snorts in laughter and Satoru just grins, unmuting you again.

“I guess I could be convinced.” He purrs out those words, chuckling. “Hmm, we could go to that nice place on Hollywood ave hmm? Perfect Sushi.”

Your tummy growls, but then you frown, remembering that Sushi is on your damn list not to eat, you curse internally, peering at this list of everything you should never do or consume, and it specifically says raw fish right there. “Do they have cooked Sushi there?”

“Pshh, you’re such a prissy ass, can’t eat raw huh? Didn’t mind it raw from what I remember.” You hate this man.

“You know what never-”

“Shit, I was just kidding.” He panics, thinking you hung up, hearing your irritated sigh then. “Yeah I think they do. Why do you even wanna hang out, ya wanna nag me in person?” He spins his basketball effortlessly on his finger, acting all calm, as if he wasn’t dying to be buried in your perfect pussy again. “Miss being bitchy to me so bad?”

God he wanted to have you on his face, have you sucking him, he wanted for so much more than you all got to do, drunken fingers and your muted cries as he’d had a big hand tight over your mouth. His cock twitches under his basketball shorts just remembering how slick and hot you were, god how you fucking felt gripping him so damn tight.

Satoru had felt you pulsing around him as he reached his arm around you, pressing his fingertips to your clit in circles, as you’re crying out against his palm, practically drooling against him. ‘There you go, cumming so easy f’me huh?’ he taunts, as his own eyes roll back, feeling your pussy drool against his hand.

‘Mnh!’ was all you managed to murmur against his hand, as he feels your gummy walls spasm around his cock, his blue eyes roll back at how perfect you feel, how long he’s dreamed of this.

‘F-finally got you to shut up, hmm?’ He taunts you, normally you’d have something smart to say, but not as he’s overstimulating your little clit, pulling it away as you damn near collapse on the mattress, your thighs shaking, he wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re burying your face, arching your ass.

‘F-fuck you, Gojo- ah!’

The memories are so vivid Satoru can barely calm his thoughts, hearing you say his name in that irritated little voice, the one that drove him insane from day fucking one, the moment he’d met you. Prissy little thing with so much to prove, he thinks you still feel that way, which the biggest secret Satoru had for you had almost spilled on that last drunken night, the night he was inside you was…

He's always wanted you, not that he'd ever admit that however.

Ever.

“Is like three okay?” You're interrupting his thoughts now, as he clears his throat.

“Three rounds?”

You’re scowling at the phone as you question your life’s choices at this very moment. “Three o'clock, my god, for lunch.”

“Sounds good, it gives us time later, to… you know.” You glare at the phone, unbelievable, he’s ridiculous! 

“Time for what?” Satoru chuckles at your high pitched question.

“Don't be shy, sweets, no need to pretend. I remember it all in vivid detail, every little bit.” Your cheeks heat up, hand clutching the phone tightly, trying to calm yourself and focus.

“Just lunch, that’s all I’m asking you for. Sounds good?”

“Want me to pick you up in my-”

“No, I'll meet you. Okay um…. Bye.” You hang up, breath coming quickly, you couldn't just tell him on the damn phone, this needed to be in person.

The thought of his pretty yet annoying ass presence damn near makes your head spin… would he think it's all a joke? Some scam to get with him or get money?

You're fucking terrified, standing and staring in the mirror, rubbing your tummy and frowning as you do. A damn baby… Likely raising it alone, knowing Satoru all these years, partying, insane and so immature. Even on the phone, he’s so damn cocky and self sure, that this must absolutely be what you want, to have him, as if you are over here pining away.

The sex was amazing to put it lightly, and sure if he was a decent guy, and not a fucking ass of a man, you’d have done it again, but the walk of shame that morning had been the most embarrassing day of your life. His little smirk after you woke up, plump lips too damn glossy for his own good, yawning and stretching half naked, cock already hard as he’d tapped his lap.

‘Another round, sweets? Come to daddy.’

You scoff even at the memory, at the audacity of fuckboi Satoru Gojo, you had run out so quickly he hadn’t had a moment to speak, and you swore to yourself never, ever again. Who cared if his cock was so big it hit places you didn’t know existed, and who cared if you’ve never felt that way, fuck you wish he actually wasn’t as good at it as he was.

Perfect at everything, infuriatingly, even fucking.

You get a text from the guy you were currently at least flirting with a bit here and there, the one you suggested going on a date, and then it all starts to hit, you’re pregnant and quite likely going to be some single mom. You couldn’t just go on dates, everything is completely different, maybe forever truly.

“Twenty Two year old single mom.” You grumble, sighing a bit as you text him you’re busy.

Busy.

*****

Satoru waits nervously at the restaurant, he doesn’t really do dates, he usually spends his time in the bedroom with a girl then runs right off. Shit, he’s never even gone without a condom before you, but when you’d said hurry up and put it in, who the fuck was he to tell you no? Not only had it felt superb, he never wanted to leave that perfect pussy.

Of course you would have the most perfect pussy.

You had to be the best at everything, all the time, didn’t you? Always competing for that top spot, but Satoru always just barely got past you, that .01% of that GPA, winning every contest over you always by just a tiny bit. From the moment you glared up at him and crossed your arms, he knew it, he had to do everything he could to win against your cute little ass.

Here’s the thing… Satoru never hated you, but he loves to say he does, you both say you do, or… well, said. Considering you slept with him and didn’t say a single word after, it’s not like he’s hard to find, but each of you actively refused to add each other on socials, though Satoru will admit he stalks your IG, you’re too fucking pretty not to do so, not that he’d ever like a post.

Once he accidentally did, god he wanted to be like those pathetic simps in your comments, but he’s not that, he’s Satoru Gojo. Women come to him, women come easy too, you of course were never one to come near him in that way, no you’d look at him getting smacked in the face on campus with a grin, vowing to your friends that you’d never be one of his conquests.

That night, though, it was like he lost himself, the most stupid, corny shit Satoru could think of, that last night of his freedom before being forced to take over his family’s business. You and everyone probably thought he wanted to, but of course he fucking didn’t, he didn’t want a part of the Gojo corporation in any way, shape or form.

Satoru felt lost, honestly.

Self sure, confident, conceited clearly, talking far too much shit and laughing, picking on you every chance he got, showing up to all your sorority parties in various stages of undress to lure your friends to him. He’ll never forget him, Sukuna and Suguru crashing your ABC party, wearing nothing but cut open beer boxes, and you so happened to have some white claw box made bikini.

God you’d been sexy, but when he stole all the attention? Oh he’s never seen you more mad.

Well no, he has.

Gojo loved to make you mad, because you’re so damn cute when your nose scrunches up, when your pretty eyes narrow, there was nothing like your huffs as you would cross your arms and shift your hips just so. And if there was anything Gojo was absolutely perfect at, amongst well damn near everything, it was making you absolutely furious.

Finally Satoru sees you, dressed in this pretty blue summer dress that juts out just a bit at the waist, making his heart race for just a moment at how pretty you are. It’s not like he forgot… but god. Are your tits bigger he wonders, or is he just obsessed with them, as always, looking too hard. Your cheeks are this beautiful color, your eyes so bright, like… some damn glow about you.

How corny is he lately.

He puts on a smirk as he leans back, waving with his fingers to gesture you over, and you look at him so damn seriously, sitting across from him, hands entwined together in front of you on the table for a moment, as you eye him carefully. “Gojo, um… how are you?’

Who the fuck is this girl in your body!?

You don’t nervously ask shit, you tell Gojo to fuck off, you glare or scowl while he smirks, what’s this… shy ass shit? He frowns a bit now, you exhale and slide off your purse, letting it sit on the seat next to you, he can’t stop staring at your lips, clearly bitten to fucking hell.

He tries to feign that he’s fine, that he hasn’t missed you, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He missed your daily arguments on campus, he missed you being a total brat. He misses your scent, god that vanilla sugar body spray was haunting his very dream.

He acts as if he hadn’t died to hit you up, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t go that far, not with you, not with what you did to him, how you’ve damn near destroyed any game for himself any longer. That one night with you had sunk into him so deeply, he wishes it was just good pussy, and not whatever this was.

He’s jerked it off to you every fucking night since, to the point is damn dick doesn’t even work, he sure also wouldn’t admit that he can’t even fuck a girl because you were so good. Some evil witch that did something, it must be, he has at this point just given up trying, until whatever curse you gave him falls the fuck off.

But god you look good in front of him.

He should tell you, but instead he swipes a hand through his silky white locks and smirks right at you. “Missed me so badly, sweets?”

You roll your pretty eyes as the menu comes, smiling and thanking the hostess, a smile reserved for anyone in the world but him, even when he’d had you cumming all over him, you weren’t smiling. No, but you were drooling then.

‘Ah, look at you, so fuckin pathetic f’me, huh? Thought you hated me, sorority brat’ Satoru had huffed, as he’d fingered your cunt, curling inside of your slick walls, watching your pretty fucked out face. ‘Just from fingers?’

‘I do h-hate you- mnh!’ Your sparkly manicured nails dug into his broad shoulders as your tight walls convulsed around him, as he hit that spot that no man had ever found in a moment.

Perfect at everything, stupid Satoru.

‘Feel her, god she’s so desperate, huh?’

“Fuck you I- there, shit!’ you’d rolled your hips, grinding right on his hand, pussy drooling as you came from his fingers before he’d even put his cock inside you, and Satoru’s cock was leaking against his boxers, twitching as he pictures how perfect you’d felt around him. ‘Fuck you for being so g-good at that!’

‘Oh, I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.’ He’d turned you then, whispering a ‘bend over, just like that, gonna be a big stretch, hmm?’

Satoru struggles to calm his memory, focusing on that sexy mouth of yours moving, realizing words are coming out of them, blinking to focus.

“How are you doing, Gojo?” You ask softly, always Gojo, you never called him Satoru, and he always called you sweets, short stuff, your last name, also never your first.

But he wanted to call you a lot of things, one of them being-

Stop that Satoru.

“I’m doing great, of course, miss me so much?” He teases, winking at you and sipping on the sickeningly sweet Shirley temple he’d had them buy, you just grab a water, hand flitting to your tummy for a moment. “You’re not sick are you?”

“No, not sick just… yeah we needed to talk. Is that okay?”

Satoru leans forward, raising a thin white brow. “You seem weird, everything okay?”

“Well… shit. I guess I’ll just say this. Um…” You tuck your hair behind your ear, looking out the window at the bustling city for a moment, before looking back at him. “Remember that night?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do all this to have a repeat.” His hand comes to your thigh, and that’s when you curse this pregnancy, because your nipples tighten, your cunt gets hot and wet from that.

Fuck hormones.

You take a breath, glaring as you always do at Satoru, the only time you never had was when he’s had your face with a slutty O for your mouth, your eyes rolled back, nails gripping those sheets. You shove his hand off, hoping he couldn’t feel your heat that quickly, as your body responds stupidly in a damn sushi restaurant.

“It’s not that, it’s important. Can you ever be serious in your life!?” You say quietly, and it’s his turn to glare, taking his hand back, sipping his drink again.

“Well just spit it out. What is all this, then?”

“It’s… I… You…” Shit, if ever you needed a drink it was now, and you damn sure wouldn’t have one for a good six months or more.

“It’s… I…. You…” He mocks, and you stand then, so furious your heart is racing, snatching up your purse.

“Never mind, I should have known you’re-”

“Shit, just sit. Sorry. Okay?” He grips your delicate wrist in his big hand, and even that is wrecking you, against your better judgement and everything you feel. “I’m sorry, it seems… serious. Just sit down and spit it out.”

You sit back down now, shifting as you both make your orders, a thankful distraction. As the waitress leaves, you sigh. “I don’t want anything from you, first off, so don’t think that.”

“What?” He blinks in confusion.

“I don’t need help, I can do it myself.”

“Do what!?”

“But you have to know… it’s the right thing to do, to tell you.” You look up at the ceiling, gathering your thoughts.

“Is this… are you in love with me, because of how good it was? Shit, that’s okay baby, everyone-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What!?” You just sit there, seriously staring, as he blinks, looking at fuller breasts, your damn glow, thinking of every dumb thing he’s heard. “You’re… by who?” He whispers, and you flush then, shifting in your seat, sipping more of your water, condensation cool on your hot palm, your skin is burning, heart is racing.

“I was on the pill, religiously, I swear, I never missed one. Shit, until I found out I never missed… I… never would have done it like we did if I knew.” You feel sick as he gapes at you, his pretty blue eyes bulging out damn near, his mouth dropped open. “I expect no help, no involvement, we’re young. I just-”

“This a joke, right?” You take another breath, hand gripping the glass, eyeing those around you all, engulfed in conversations.

“It’s not a joke.” He’s laughing now, smacking his thigh, and your jaw tenses as he does.

“It’s you and your damn friends, someone recording!? Hah-”

“It’s not a joke.” You clear your throat now, leaning in your purse and pulling out the papers, with your name, the results, watching his expression shift, brows drawing low, his jaw tense. “It’s only been you, no one else for an entire year.”

“A whole year?” He eyes you again, and you flush under his gaze, as his hands shake, hands you’ve never seen shake, hands that dribble basketballs, that tossed footballs, all with ease.

Hands that…

Fuck, don’t think of it.

“I’m not… I was too busy.” Besting Gojo, competing with Gojo, you had no time for shit with him, your anger at him shone so brightly it was hard to think about men. “As I said, you don’t need to pay for anything, this isn’t that conversation, this is just me letting you know. I’m keeping it.”

Satoru continues to blink at you, staring open mouthed, at your face, then your body, then back to your face, over and over, while the waitress brings out the food, smiling curiously at the two of you. Satoru doesn’t make a move to touch his food, running his hand through his now messy white locks again, as his mind spins.

“I know you’re wealthy, I don’t want you thinking I want some piece of it. I’ll take care of them alone, please don’t worry.” You touch your tummy, the motion making Satoru fucking feral in some way he can’t put together, just continuing to stare at you in utter shock as the sushi sits in front of the two of you. “I can leave, now, we don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” He murmurs finally, voice hoarse.

“Act like we are civil, act like we’re anything but college enemies, fucking rivals, not even friends. God I know you hate me, I know this was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He whispers.

“Yes, for both of us. You don’t deserve your life uprooted, sure I can’t stand you, but this is my fuck up. I said those words…”

‘Cum in me, f-fucking cum in me, mnh…’ you’d arched your back, as his long fingers wrapped your throat, god he’d never felt anything like you.

‘Want me to fill your pussy s’good, huh lil brat?’ you just whine, muscles clenching on his cock, and he’d groaned in your ear then, shoving deep inside your drooly cunt. ‘Beg for it, then’

Oh, you had.

You hated him for it.

“It’s my fault, so don’t worry. But I wanted to be transparent, but I am… indeed, pregnant.”

“Pregnant, like, with a baby?” Satoru whispers, and You giggle then, for the first time since you found out, covering your mouth just a bit as he just stares.

“Yeah, a baby.”

“Mine…” His words send something through the both of you.

“Yours, but only if you want to be involved. I know it was a hate fuck, we’re young, we have lives-”

“You got a… like that scan shit set up?”

“Ultrasound?” He nods, nervously, hands clenching the table so hard you see the veins popping up through his thin skin. “I do, next week. I mean it is a couple months already, so I will see something, not like… the sex but…”

“Can I go?”

You blink in shock now. “You want to?”

“Yeah. I mean… why wouldn’t I?” He rubs the back of his neck, as the life he thought, the mundane one of following his damn family, of being a pawn in a bigger scheme, everything flashes.

It changes.

He’s scared shitless, but…

“I want to be involved. If you want me to be.” You blink back tears, but you fail, and if it’s one thing, Satoru Gojo has never seen his preppy ass Sorority rival cry, not fucking once.

He falters as those tears run down your cheeks, he leans over, hesitantly, the only physical contact aside from that fateful night was him shoving at you teasingly, or you smacking at him. Shit you all hadn’t hugged, you never even kissed aside from that night, sloppy and messy. But he doesn’t stop, until his thumb brushes your cheek, and you gasp.

“Shit I’m crying. Stupid hormones.” You huff now, swiping at your own eyes with shaky little hands. “You really wanna go?”

“Yeah if it’s cool?”

Satoru’s shocking you, the world tilts on its axis, like you’re having some insane dream. This can’t be real, can it? It’s fuckboi, frat boy Gojo, the man who goes through girls like they’re candy, the man who takes nothing serious, who has the world handed to him.

“Gojo, if you want to go of course you can, to any and all appointments, but you’re under no obligation, and please know I can cover the costs.”

“I know you’d never take my money, shit even if I offered, stubborn ass little brat that you are.” You manage a breathless giggle, the second one, realizing he is still brushing that thumb against your cheek, before he clears his throat. “So, tell me what day, I'll be there.”

“Yeah, are you sure? It will make it so… real, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now eat your cooked sushi, aren’t you like eating for two or some shit?”

You take your chopsticks with a shaky hand, exhaling. “I was reading, I think they are like the size of a pea maybe. But, this is yummy looking.”

“Gonna be a huge ass baby, shit.”

“Oh god!” You eye his lanky body, and he’s grinning, Satoru is grinning!? Shocking you further.

Maybe you don’t know him like you think?

“Tits are gonna get so big.”

Never mind.

*****

“An ultrasound!? A baby? Fuck…” Suguru Geto inhales the blunt, sucking the smoke into his lungs as Satoru nervously paces Sukuna and Suguru’s apartment, Satoru chose to live in his own place, closer to work. But he frequently gets shitfaced and crashes out at their place.

“Sounds fucking insane, shit.” Sukuna chuckles, as he’s hitting a bong, inhaling and exhaling, broad shoulders shaking as he coughs. “You look like you could use a hit or something.

“Before the ultrasound? Shit I need more than weed. I’m freaking the fuck out right now.”

“Imagine you as a dad though hah!” Sukuna smacks his thigh, as Satoru glares now, stopping his pacing while the music plays, the same music Satoru remembers doing keg stands and playing beer pong in togas to, only to now have the possibility of being responsible for a whole human being.

“Can’t even keep a plant alive, shit.” Suguru says in between laughs, and Satoru raises a white brow at the two of them on the couch.

“You two are so supportive.”

“Well shit, she said you don’t have to be involved, you can always just like… send money and shit? Do you really want a whole kid?” Sukuna asks, and Satoru takes a breath, pacing once more as he runs hands through disheveled hair over and over.

“Do I want a whole kid, no, I never even… I mean I figured eventually, as the Gojo heir, blah blah blah.” Satoru slumps in a nearby recliner, as Suguru hands him the blunt, frowning a bit now.

“You do need a hit. You’re young, it’s not time to give your family fuckin’ heirs yet, is it?”

“They’d probably be delighted.” Satoru rolls those cerulean eyes, inhaling the smoke into his lungs and leaning back, staring up at the ceiling, as the black fans above them swirl, moving the puffy clouds of smoke all around. His nostrils fill with the scent of the Sativa, wishing he could make sense of his thoughts. “Not delighted that it’s out of wedlock and unplanned.”

“Imagine her marrying you.” Sukuna and Suguru laugh loudly again, as Satoru hits the blunt again, not passing it.

“The fucks that mean?”

“She hates you. God I think more than anyone.” Suguru says, and Satoru smirks just a bit.

“She sure didn’t hate this dick.”

“Oh!” He’s slapping hands with his friends as Sukuna and Suguru start to make the most obscene gestures, while you call, and he shushes them quickly, trying to compose himself.

“Hello?”

“Gojo, hey. Um, ultrasound is in an hour, I’m heading out soon if you want to meet up?”

“Why don’t I have my driver pick you up?” He asks, and Suguru and Sukuna continue the gestures, making Satoru snort in laughter, the weed starting to enter his bloodstream.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought it would be more convenient in this traffic.” He shoots a wink at his friends.

“I mean… sure?” Satoru mouths yes, pumping his fist, clearing his throat now.

“It’ll be easier this way, alright send me your addy I’ll head out.”

“All right.” You just hang up, such a rude little thing. Satoru has changed your name to Sorority Brat in his phone for a good reason.

“What are you gonna do though, man?” Suguru murmurs thoughtfully, his dark violet eyes narrowed, clearly blitzed. “Gonna like… be with her?”

“Could cum in her whenever now.” Sukuna bursts out in laughter as Satoru glares at the two of them.

“Grow up…” They blink at him, then Satoru grins wide. “Nah, that would be a perk, because her pussy my god.”

They both scooch up, elbows on their thighs, avidly staring at Satoru now. “Details, man, it’s like the one girl you never told us about?” Sukuna asks.

“Because you’re in love.”

“Pshh, in love!?”

“Haven’t seen you with anyone since.” Suguru earns Satoru’s middle finger, as he puts out the blunt, stretching and earning their pouts.

“Bet she’s so good, though, all angry and shit, bet she’s a freak.” Satoru doesn’t even know if you’re a freak necessarily, but as Suguru agrees, he glares at them both, crossing his arms.

“This has been the worst pep talk in fucking history.”

“Shit, what’s your decision?” Suguru asks, and Satoru’s mind races, peeking at his watch now.

“I think I’ll make it when I like… see it?”

“Alright big Daddy, then if you decide to be involved we’ll be like… their uncles and shit.” Suguru says, and Satoru grimaces.

“God no, you’ll ruin my kid.”

“Fuck off now.” Sukuna starts hitting his blunt again, Satoru walks out away from them and spritzes cologne all along himself, he knows your prissy self never smoked weed, no you were a little goodie goodie. He thinks the only time he saw you drink was a little at parties, but never like that last night.

He remembers just looking at you asleep when he’d woken up, and the tenderness he felt when he had brushed your hair off your pretty face, and you’d stirred a bit. For a moment he felt his heart hammer in his chest, stone cold sober, seeing the bite marks he’d left on your delicate skin, feeling affection like he couldn’t describe, Satoru never felt that way.

He didn’t cuddle, he didn’t linger.

He ran out before they could wake up, he ran out like you did to him, perhaps he was a little nicer about it, though, you’d given no fucks when you darted out the damn door in a hurry. He had acted cocky though, full on hard just by the damn thought of your slick sticking to his cock, but instead of perhaps kissing you, he’d patted his lap and been a little shit.

He hated the recognition on your face, like he’d been a mistake, so he decided to shove you out of his brain, though he clearly failed.

Jogging down the stairs, he has his driver sent in your direction, and you get the text he’s there, stepping out in front of your little house, cute Satoru thinks, it’s small but it’s immaculate from the exterior. You have pink flowers and succulents all over the front of it when he steps out, eyeing your pretty dress, nerves starting to eat at him, but he puts on an easy smile.

“Ready to go see this little parasyte?’

“A what!?”

“Technically, it sort of is. Right, you’re like its host.” Your mouth is wide open, as you touch your tummy, and he curses. “Shit…”

“A parasyte, you’re calling our… I mean I guess my… the baby a-”

“I’m sure it’s a cute parasyte? It has a pretty host.” Satoru tries to put on the charm, the smolder, as you stare at him in shock.

Was it shocking, this was Gojo.

“Dear God.”

How’d you end up pregnant with this idiot’s baby?!

You slide into the car as you shake your head, and he covers his face, grimacing as he realizes he just told his… god what even were you, a baby mama!? That his baby was a… parasyte. Well, it is, and Satoru would typically just argue with you and let you know he’s correct and you’re wrong, but he keeps quiet, feeling you seething.

“Fire signs.” He mumbles, you look at him again.

“What?”

“You’re a fire sign, it’s why you’re so feisty. I am too, you know.” You relax just a bit, curiously.

“You believe in astrology?” You ask in shock, for as long as you’ve known Satoru Gojo, the two of you don’t really know each other.

“Baby I’m the most Saggitarius man there is.” You giggle again, fuck that’s three giggles Satgoru has counted, and how it lights up your already glowing makes him ache for you, suddenly realizing one of his long legs is brushing against you. Your warmth alone makes him throb, the vanilla sugar filling the space in the car.

“You certainly are the epitome of a Saggitarius. Don’t call me feisty, yuck.” You shove at him playfully almost, pausing a bit when you realize his body feels far too good against yours.

You may or may not have masturbated last night, and he may or may not have popped in your head, over and over. But, don’t worry, because Satoru has spent months jerking his thick length to the thought of you, not that either of you would admit that it may or may not have happened.

“This baby would be a fire sign.” You murmur then, letting your hand fall, and nervously fidgeting, Gojo’s long limbs take over so much of the car, as big as it is, Gojo’s always taken over everything, even apparently your senses.

“Would it?” He asks quietly, for once just a little serious it seems.

“Yeah, an Aries if it comes when it should.”

“So it’ll be a brat like you.”

“Psh, like you.” You roll your eyes, and the two of you fall into a bit of a silence, so much unspoken between you. “Do you know if…”

“That’s why I want to see. Make it real?”

You actually nod in understanding, surprising him then. “I get it.”

The ultrasound tech is rolling the wand over cold gel soon, as you’re embarrassingly propped up with your feet in stirrups, and Satoru stands to the side, glaring at the man who’s inserting this wand in you. He gets angry that he’s getting such a view, he doesn’t even think he saw you that much.

What he remembers…

Your pussy is very pretty.

You wince a bit as the doctor smiles up at you. “Tight muscles, huh?”

Satoru snorts in laughter, and you glare. “What!?”

“You are so tight.”

“Gojo!” You glare, and even the doctor laughs, also earning your scowl, which makes them both sober up.

“Sorry, Miss. Alright… relax, would you?” How do you relax as a doctor is shoving a wand in your coochie and your enemy, who got you pregnant somehow, is turning red holding in his lewd thoughts!? “Look at the screen.”

You and Satoru both look over now, your breath catches then, as does his, when the doctor begins to tap keys on the keyboard, and you hear it for the first time, this little… heartbeat. It’s a heartbeat.

“There it is, congratulations you two. About… ten weeks?” You’re enamored as you stare at the screen, and he moves the wand inside you. “Look there, that’s the little baby.”

Baby.

A baby.

It’s all real.

Satoru’s completely silent as tears fill your eyes, a myriad of emotions, some that you’re so connected already to a little peanut inside you, some that you don’t know how you’ll do this, some of your life. How will it alter, how will it go, what will people think… and what does the man next to you think? What will he do!?

But overwhelmingly as you feel yourself begin to cry, and the screen turns off, you feel warmth spread, touching your tummy in wonder, there’s a damn baby in your body. Your baby. Something you never considered or thought of, you figured much, much later in life, not now.

And you’d likely be…

Alone in this.

“I’ll go get a picture printed for you two.” The doctor smiles kindly, as you’re left alone, with a for once silent Satoru Gojo.

You hesitate to look at him, a stunned expression on his face as you sit up, closing your legs and biting your lower lip, he finally looks at you and exhales, seeing your tear streaked cheeks. A girl he never knew to cry or giggle has done both, and a man you never thought to be serious or quiet… was.

“Satoru um…”

“Satoru?” He asks quietly, and you flush.

“Sorry…”

“No, I don’t mind, just… crazy. This is crazy. There’s a whole life inside you!? And we made it?” You sigh, nodding then, and he shocks you as he leans down, as you’re sitting in the bed, coming so close to you, eyes swirling storms of emotions.

“You can back out now, it’s okay. I won’t put this on you, keeping it is an insane idea but… it feels right to me?” He tilts your chin up, leaning closer, to where you can taste the sweetness of his breath, as your heart pounds right in your chest. “But if you’re backing out, do it now, it will hurt… fuck it will hurt more if you get too involved, okay? Do it now.”

“I’m not backing out of shit.” You gasp, and he exhales, wiping your tears away. “We both did this. I’ll not live in some world knowing my baby is raised with no help of mine in any way, fuck that.”

“But you-”

“I get it, we… aren’t… together. But in this I will be.”

“Satoru, I think I may have a cardiac arrest  before I get this baby out.” You sniffle and he smirks a bit.

“So unbelievable that I’d want to?”

“Yes. The Gojo I know…”

“You may not know me as well as you think. And maybe I don’t know you that much… aside from I agree about that tight-”

“I swear!” You shove at him, as he snorts in laughter, still a little shit, as they bring in two pictures, and Satoru takes one thoughtfully.

“That’s it, huh?” He tilts his head curiously. “Looks like me.”

“It looks like nothing yet, what?” You’re taking tissue and cleaning up a bit, as they give you privacy to pull back on your panties, but Satoru gives you no privacy, just looking. “You could turn?”

“Why, that’s one benefit you know.”

“What?”

“Could fuck any time, cum inside whenever.”

“Oh you wish.” You shove at his chest, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brows, grabbing your waist, pulling you against him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Shut it.” Yes.

“Sex is good for pregnancy.”

“You’re so full of shit! I can’t with you. Rizzing me up at a gyno?”

“Perfect place, see that doctor, he wants a piece.”

“You’re so dumb, I swear.” You look at the picture then, thumb brushing against the baby’s… maybe it’s a face?

“Are we gonna live together?”

“I mean… what?” You eye him in shock.

“When the baby’s here.”

“No, we don’t have to do all that, we live close. Can you imagine us living together, we’d kill each other.” He envisions it, the fights surely but… the sex, and seeing you in the morning?

“Or fuck. Alot.”

“That’s how this happened.” You mumble, and soon you’re back home, and trying to ignore your body’s insane responses while he stands on your porch, looking far too fucking sexy. “Thank you for being there.”

“You thanking me? the world is ending.”

“Hush. I appreciate this, you standing by me. You don’t have to.”

“I… want to. Um, what will we say?”

You bite your lip more, until he gently takes it out from under your top row of teeth, brushing against the indentations. “We could say we’re together, if you don’t mind, dating I guess? My parents would trip if they knew it’s like…”

“Same. My parents would be happy for a Gojo heir though.” You hear it, the surprising resentment in his voice.

There’s a lot you don’t know.

“Well, I can act like I like you for them if you want.” You tease, and he leans against your doorway, so fucking tall, just looming over you, and you have to clench your hands not to give in to the temptation of touching him.

“Act like you like me- you?”

“I could! If you could act like you like me, in front of my family.”

“How will we explain the whole not living together thing?”

“It’s new, it’s 2025 Gojo, not 1810. We’ll be okay. You're so old school huh, gonna marry me?”

“You’d leave me at the altar.” You both laugh again, as he straightens up now. “Alright, so when should we tell them?”

“When you want to. So work on those acting skills. I’ll set up brunch with mine, you set up dinner with yours?”

“Sounds good. Alright don’t miss Daddy too much.” You snort and roll your eyes, turning away now.

“Daddy? Whatever.”

Satoru presses you against the door, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, splaying the expanse of it with long fingers, as your breath comes quicker and quicker. “Could swear you called me daddy when I beat up that pretty pussy hmm?”

You falter, whining softly, hating your body’s reaction, scowling right up at him, your hand on your doorknob, while this tall ass of a man makes your body light up. “Never called you daddy, no way.” Your voice is a pathetic whisper, why does he do this to you, you want to arch into his damn touch, press against his length, to the point you make yourself stiffen.

“Oh? Must have been the liquor.” He caresses your face, leaning so close you wildly think he’ll kiss you, and you know damn well you can’t handle that, not with your pussy soaking your damn panties just from this.

You hate Satoru Gojo, and he hates you.

This is… because you both are having a baby.

Right?

“It must have been.”

“Ah, I see. Good night, then sweetheart.” He leans his lips up, kissing the top of your head, a gesture so oddly sweet it doesn’t even fit him. “Text me the details, Sorority brat.”

“Sure will, Frat boy.” He sticks his tongue out as you do, walking in and leaning against the door, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands, the memories that surfaced. You slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands, as your body trembles with this insane need.

Shit. A baby with your enemy?

A baby with Frat Boy Gojo?

Faking that you like him, would it really be that fake?

Satoru’s leaning against it too, for just a moment, trying to compose himself… finally he’s in the back of the car again, as his driver looks  in the rearview mirror curiously, tired eyes focusing as Satoru looks at the picture again. The little peanut that’s apparently a…

A baby.

With his enemy.

An enemy he really wants to be inside again.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, Satoru runs a hand through his hair now, leaning back in his seat as he peers out the dark tinted windows.

“I’m having… a baby with a girl who hates me.”

“Why does she hate you?” Kiyotaka asks, driving off, as Satoru chuckles just a bit, remembering bits and pieces of college, out of order, out of sync.

“Because honestly, I was kind of a complete dick to her?”

“That’s… oddly self observant.”

“You saying I’m a dick to you?”

“No Mr. Gojo!”

“I’m kidding, relax.” Kiyotaka’s tense shoulders relax when Satoru leans forward, hand on his shoulder through the little divider that’s opened. “Do you know shit about kids at all?”

“I have nephews, they’re pretty good kids. But babies, not really.”

“I could ask my parents but they basically had nannies raise me.”

“Many nannies, I heard.”

“Well, I was a menace to be honest. Where do I learn about these… things?”

“Babies?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I think there are books?”

“Hmm.” Satoru pulls out his phone then.

Fratboy Gojo🙄(yes that’s his name in your phone now, no you’re not sorry): Should I order us baby books?

Sorority Brat💦😻(of course that’s your name in his phone): Yes, if you want to? That would be good. Thank you… for today.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Two thank yous!? That baby is making you a mush.

Sorority Brat💦😻: Whatever!

Satoru snorts then, but when you’re in your bed later that night, nibbling on a bag of hot cheetos that have been screaming at you all day, how is that your first craving!? He writes to you again, and you pick your phone up with your clean hand, sans hot cheeto dust, rolling your eyes.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Need some nudes for your spank bank?

You’re gonna kill him.

Sorority Brat 💦😻: Good night, Gojo.

Satoru frowns, because his dick is already in his hand, but for a moment you think about it, and would it be so bad to-

No, no no.

You aggressively eat those hot cheetos, wondering just what you were in for with that damn boy in your life now, shit forever.

“Fuck.” You’ll never drink again.

I say four parts but I feel like this is gonna be long aha, bc god Gojo is a lil shithead hehe (as I like him) this just a teensy bit similar to the Knocked Up movie premise so expect a LOT of humor here! <3

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EN kaeya animation again bc.. him……

it's midnight and your husband, ran, thinks it's the best time to pour his feelings out for you.

"we're married."

coldness paints both of your bodies, to which you find delight in. everything feels perfect — you're well rested under the warmth of the comforter, your husband's arm is draped protectively on your waist, and the cerulean hues of your little night light rests on the night stand.

it feels perfect, almost. if only your husband hadn't kept muttering his musings to himself as you lie on his side.

"can't believe we're married," ran murmurs to himself. "i love you. i love you so much, sweetheart. have i ever told you how grateful i am you stayed with me?"

a minute ago, you were almost asleep. and you're certain it's late by now — the clock had probably struck midnight, yet you wonder to yourself why your husband was still fully awake on your side, much less pouring out his feelings for you when you're almost half asleep due to being lulled by his voice.

you don't complain, nor do you move. your head is gingerly turned to your side, eyes shut tight as you listen closely to ran's words.

"we've only been married for a week and wow," he lets out a chuckle, a smile appearing on his lips. "i can't wait 'til we're married for more than sixty years; that's a long time we're gonna be with each other — i hope you don't mind... sticking on my side throughout those times."

ran lifts his arm from your waist momentarily, only to reach forward and caress your face with his thumb. the smile never once faltered from his face as he watches your 'sleeping' form.

it's a bit embarrassing, he thinks, to think that he feels conscious with himself as he's pouring every little bit of feeling he has. it's a probable that you're asleep because it's been hours since the two of you went to bed, and it's late, so here he had been — writing each and every appreciation he has for you out loud, murmuring them in hopes that it reaches your dreams.

and hopefully one day, he'll have the courage to voice all of this to you.

"don't worry, i'm your husband. i won't let any harm come to you — if anything, they'd have to pass through me first.... and maybe rindou too." his words brought a small smile to your face. "i promise i'll keep my vows to you. i'll do my best to keep that smile on your face."

"we fight sometimes, and i make you cry on some occasions. and i'll admit that i've done you wrong on those days because," he pauses. "i'm not perfect. i say hurtful things to you that i don't mean. and i sometimes choose to run away than fixing our problem immediately.... nowadays, when i look at you i remember that it's always been you and i. it's you and i against everything, not you against me. and our marriage is a proof that i intend on keeping this promise that way — i'll always be by your side, love, no matter what."

he lets out a quiet breath, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"so bear with me, okay? i love you."

some classic shenanigans to celebrate the end of my reread wooooo

THE ONLY ONE — diluc ragnvindr.

ABOUT : upon returning to your ex-boyfriend’s dorm to pick up some of your belongings while he’s out, you stumble into his brother’s room to find a secret stash of his recordings of you.

WARNINGS : [ nsft content ; minors dni ] sub fem reader, name calling, misogyny, light marking, non-consensual filming, breeding, possessiveness, male m*sturbation, getting caught, degradation, praise, oral (receiving), dumbification, fingering, mating press, implied squirting, choking, c3rvix kissing.

“whore.” diluc muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the sight of you sat on your boyfriend’s (his brother’s) lap.

the pink, uniformed pleats of your miniskirt splayed out as you straddled him, making out with kaeya as if you were alone in his room. his hands audaciously groped your breasts, lips connecting to the sweet spot on your neck. for all diluc knew, you were shamelessly riding kaeya’s cock out here in the open, slutting yourself out for anyone to see.

neither of you paid any attention to diluc grabbing a glass of water, nor how his crimson eyes remained trained on each movement of your body. women like you were the problem on this campus. always running around, eager to spread your legs for the first man that showed you a crumb of attention; you needed a smart, proper man like diluc to rein you in and eliminate your salacious behavior.

guys like kaeya were good for nothing; he would rather play hooky than attend classes, and was most likely one step away from failing out. you should be going for men like diluc instead — he cared about his lectures, had multiple internships lined up for the summer too. he could provide for you, make you his submissive little housewife rather than this promiscuous whore you were right now.

to diluc, he saw no issue of snapping a picture of you sitting in kaeya’s lap. there was nothing too lewd about it, but the same couldn’t be said for the quick audio clip he grabbed of your boyfriend sucking on the sweet and tender skin of your neck. your delicate flesh was already painted with an array of purple hickies tainting your perfect skin; diluc feeling disgusted at your willingness to be exposed like that out where you could be seen.

but that was only the beginning. diluc grew hellbent on the idea of claiming you, stealing you away from his brother. he’s snap pictures while you weren’t looking — if you were going to walk around his dorm with your ass hanging out, surely he was allowed to take a reminder of the moment. he became a master at secretly sliding his phone under your skirt, photographing your clothed cunt without your knowledge. in some of the images he could see your plump pussy lips straining against the fabric, some had little wet patches soaking lacy lingerie, and a few showed the dampness of kaeya’s own cum leaking out of you. the latter of which made diluc feral, further fuelling his possessiveness. he should be the one to breed your slutty, desperate hole — not his idiot brother. he deserved you full of his seed, dumb and pliant around his cock. you should belong to him.

he had an array of other perv shots too. a few were more simple, such as you undressing, of your cleavage (oh, how he wished to mark your chest and cover you in his cum). but his prized possession was a sex tape of you and his brother that he’d recorded, phone secretly angled through the small opening of kaeya’s ajar bedroom door to get the perfect shot of you riding him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing as you squirmed on his brother’s cock. all diluc could think about was how much better he would treat you, never even dreaming of making you do all the work. kaeya was selfish, unable to appreciate the true beauty before him. you were perfect, compromising for a man who couldn’t treat you the way that you deserved.

he kept everything stored on a hard drive, reserved for his eyes only. or at least, that’s what he had thought.

kaeya was out as per usual, probably out partying or spending time with you. times like this were perfect for diluc to break out his personal vault of perversion, to peruse the files he had saved of you. he had dimmed his lights, ensured the curtains were drawn and that a bottle of lotion sat on his desk. blue light from his screen filled the dorm as he scrolled through pictures of you: a seemingly innocent one of creamy soft serve coating your lips; a shot of your pretty pussy clothed in sheer, flowery panties; a video of you slipping your shirt over your head…

with that, the redhead pulled his half-hard cock out from his grey sweatpants and got to work. his other hand remained on his mouse, further browsing his lewd collection. he was in a world of his own, dreaming about his fist being your soft cunt. grunts and moans of your name echoed the walls, decorated with the lewd wet noises created by how darn messy diluc’s cock already was. he didn’t hear the door unlock, nor the fumbling around in kaeya’s room.

“fuck!” he yelped, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his blunt tip as he grew close to the edge. this alerted you, thus heading towards his room to investigate.

the door was slightly opened, drawing you into the darkness of diluc’s room. “hello?” you mumbled, pushing the door open a little more. “diluc?”

and with that, his heart fell. he froze, making no move to shove his cock back down his pants nor exit what was on his screen. silence would have overtaken the room, though his computer emitted faint whines and moans.

“kaeya! shit!” “you like that, don’t you? dirty fucking whore. going to cum on my cock like a stupid little slut, hmm? scream for me, snowflake.”

the screen to inspect, praying to the gods that you were mistaken and that wasn’t a video of your boyfriend (well, your ex- boyfriend now) fucking your dumb. hell, you were hoping this was some kind of sick joke, that you were being pranked in a rather cruel way, or… or… o—

“this is not what it looks like,” diluc spoke.

“what the fuck do you mean?” you hissed, finally looking at diluc. in the faint light, he could make out tear stains corrupting your cheeks, eyes puffy and swollen — you looked so elegant, even when upset. the man pondered for a moment; he hadn’t heard you cry, plus the tears didn’t seem fresh. it was clear to him that you’d been crying for some other reason.

“diluc, why do you have a fucking sex tape of me and your brother?”

“are you okay? you’ve been crying…”

“answer my fucking question! or i swear to god, i’ll- i’ll- i-”

a fresh bout of tears began to spill, whether from sadness or frustration was beyond you. diluc stood up, his cock finally sheathed back in his sweats. he placed a hand on your back, encouraging you to cry into his shoulder. you weren’t exactly in the headspace to think, thus allowing yourself to fall into his embrace as sobs wracked your body. a moment of quiet followed, diluc caressing your back ever so tenderly. it felt foreign, a gentleness that kaeya never showed to you — like diluc truly seemed to care.

“i b-broke up with him,” you mumbled, words punctuated with pained sobs. diluc stayed silent, encouraging you to continue if you wished to. “w-we— we fought. i s-said i he was r-really mean— said he ne-never loved me,”

diluc’s arms snaked around your back, pulling you tighter into him. one hand stroked your hair whilst you cried into his shirt, being thankful for the black material that wouldn’t show your tears nor the stains left by your running mascara.

“‘s okay,” he spoke, “you have always been too good for him, darling.”

few moments of quiet followed, broken only by soft sobs and gentle coos. “i’m not letting you walk home like this. let me take care of you for a bit, okay? i promise i’m nothing like my brother.”

your nods were shy as you allowed diluc to guide you towards his bed, helping you sit on its edge. he took your bag off of your shoulder, searching through to find some make-up wipes that he hoped you had. though you were attempting to pat away any tears with the sleeve of your cardigan, you knew full well that you looked like a mess. diluc pulled your hands away from your face, replacing them with his own. one tender hand cradled your face whilst the other dabbed at your ruined make-up, restoring the perfect creature he always knew you were. once he was done, he spent a moment absorbing your beauty, for he’d never been this close to you, let alone seen you this vulnerable. deep vermillion eyes flicked towards your pretty lips as he resisted the urge not to kiss you.

the soft sparkles in diluc’s expression eradicated the perverted scene that you had stumbled in upon from memory, replaced by the amiable man before you. it was a look that you barely remember kaeya giving you, perhaps only when he wanted something from you. diluc seemed purer, well-intentioned, like he truly cared about you.

hell, you didn’t give it a second thought. perhaps it was the irrationality colluding your mind, but you made the move to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

to say that diluc was caught off guard would be an understatement. his thoughts alternated between ‘you really must be a slut to already be jumping on your ex’s brother of all people’ and ‘what a good little thing, finally having come to her senses.’ regardless, the man kissed you back with an immeasurable fervor. he grew needy, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent with each movement of his lips. strong arms inclined you to lay back, an order you were more than ready to comply to.

“princess? as much as i want you, i must warn you that kaeya will be retur—” diluc began to warn, though you cut him off mid-sentence.

“i don’t care; ‘want you too,”

after all, would it really be that bad if kaeya came home to see you creaming around his brother’s cock? perhaps he’d regret how he treated you, feel awful for making such nasty and unprovoked comments.

diluc helped you out of your clothes, being sure to worship every inch of skin revealed to him. he kissed down your neck, lightly sucking over any spots that made you gasp. lips trailed down past your collarbone and chest, only pausing just above the lace of your bra. with a soft “please” from you, the man removed the restrictive fabric, his breath tickling slightly as he reattached his mouth to your chest. he licked a stripe down to your hardening nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his warm tongue around the sensitive bud. a firm palm began massaging your other breast, the stimulation enough to make you whine. diluc was taking his time with you, making you squirm in all of the ways that he knew his brother couldn’t. he’d heard the gorgeous noises that you’d made when with kaeya, but to be the one ellicitting them from you was dreamlike to him.

“‘luc,” you moaned, desperate for more, “please, need you now,”

“need what, princess?” diluc teased, though he moved away from you to pull his own shirt over his head. “why don’t you take that pretty skirt off for me, okay?”

there were two ulterior motives present here. first of all, diluc wanted to see just how submissive you were planning on being; and secondly it gave him the perfect opportunity to distract you for a brief moment. as you shimmied your way out of your skirt, diluc moved to fiddle with something on his bedside table. he managed to set up his phone’s camera, pressing record in order to capture whatever was set to happen next. old sex tapes of you and kaeya would be useless to him now, a video of you writhing on his own cock becoming his new goal.

once he returned his attention to you, he helped position you in a way he knew would work for the camera. moving you to rest against his pillows and ridding you of your panties, diluc then slipped out of his own remaining clothes, thick cock standing tall against his toned stomach, decorated with a small amount of unruly red hair at the base and glistening beads of precum dribbling down his length. your jaw grew lax at the sight — he was definitely bigger than kaeya, the overwhelming girth of his cock worrying you slightly.

“‘s okay, we’ll make it fit,” he said, as though reading your mind. “gonna make you forget about him, yeah? gonna ruin you for anyone else, mold that pretty cunt around my cock, and only my cock,”

the velocity of his words made you whimper, already feeling yourself growing dumb for the man. his grip found your thighs, pushing them backwards towards your chest. diluc kissed down your stomach and pelvic bone, only halting above your drooling slit. he lifted your legs until you were in an adequate position to allow diluc full access to your cute little pussy. he adored the way your hole fluttered around nothing, how your pearly clit twitched from the cool air kissing it. he wanted nothing more than for this sight to be etched into his mind forever, the view of your cunt from his current angle unable to come close to any picture he could have snapped himself.

diluc dipped his tongue into your folds, finding it impossible to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan from how heavenly your sweet cunt tasted. his lips sought out your swollen bud, tracing shapes around it as he kept your thighs pressed back for him. each movement was sloppy, a concoction of his own spit and the delectable juices from you coating his lower face. as one of your hands found his hair, grasping fiery locks in attempt to pull him closer to your dripping core, the other reached for his pillows, desiring stability to keep you from losing yourself already. each moan slipping past your lips encouraged diluc to continue, rewarding you for your sweet noises.

“lulululu,” you whined, coherence an afterthought. “‘m gonna c- cum,”

instead of continuing, diluc pulled his mouth away for a moment, both to cherish how fucked out you already looked and to slide a single finger into your gooey hole. whines at the lost stimulation were replaced by euphoric melodies in sync with diluc’s own movements. he brought a thumb to play with your swollen clit, urging you to relax enough for him to thrust another digit into your. watching intently as you squirmed, he located the sweet spots inside of you. your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, body unable to remain still as diluc toyed with you, now three fingers deep inside your dripping cunt.

“please,” you slurred, “wan’ your cock,”

he chuckled, amused by your neediness. moving to caress your cheek, he praised you for asking so politely. “sweet angel, i’ll treat you so well, okay?”

you nodded enthusiastically, diluc feeling your walls tighten on his fingers as he promised you his cock. he scissored your hole few times for good measure, wishing for you to feel as little pain as possible when he inevitably stretched you out.

you sniveled at the lost of contact once again, yet diluc was quick to replace his fingers with his cock. he was careful as he lined himself up, easing his mushroomed tip into your desperate pussy. his eyes remained trained on your face, watching your jaw go slack as you relinquished all control to him. he kept your knees pressed against your chest, giving himself full access to push into you.

babbles of his name filled the air, complimenting the lewd sloshing noises from your cunt. you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate diluc’s length, hopelessly fumbling around the man’s sheets for something to grip onto. upon bottoming out inside of you, you could feel his cock kissing the puckered opening of your cervix. he leaned down to place an ardent kiss to your lips, providing a perfect opportunity for you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“‘s alright, darling, i’m not going anywhere.” he hushed, “let go for me; i want to see your pretty face,”

the pout on your face lasted but a brief interval, for diluc began moving in and out of you. he experimented with slower then harsher thrusts, attempting to decipher the perfect speed to have you scream for him. you looked bewitching underneath him, each gasp you released and each bounce of your tits making it increasingly difficult for him to resist the urge to absolutely ravage you.

“you’re perfect,” he mumbled, “gonna treat you like a princess. you’ll cream on my cock for me, won’t you, sweet baby?”

barely able to utter a “mhm!”, you squeezed your eyelids shut, seeing stars as diluc fucked you.

“about time you finally dumped my good-for-nothing brother, right? finally, you can have a man that treats you better. he never made you feel this great, did he, princess? you deserve someone like me to make you cum over and over again, to make you go dumb underneath me.”

diluc looked completely feral. his mane stood a tangled mess, crimson locks flying in every direction and some sticking to the sweat on his brow. his pace grew more erratic with each thrust, ploughing into your sloppy cunt like a depraved beast.

“‘s so good, ‘luc,” you mused, “better than kae ever-”

you were cut off by diluc’s hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing it, though the action seemed to hold threatening intent. he pulled his cock almost all of the way out of you, tip barely resting inside of you.

“don’t you fucking dare say another man’s name while i fuck you,” he spat, mere inches away from your face. “you were being such a good girl for me, was even going to breed your pretty little cunt full.” your walls fluttered at that sentence, the idea of being full of diluc’s cum blowing your pupils wide in awe. “do you think you deserve it now, princess?”

he kept his hold on your throat, staying still as he watched your pathetic attempts to form a response.

“‘m sorry! promise! never do it again! ‘lease breed me, ‘luc; wan’ you to cum in me, please, please, please…”

as you trailed off, diluc saw the perfect opportunity to snap his hips, burying the full length of his cock inside of you. he pushed himself back up, folding you into a tight mating press to best fill your insides.

“‘s it, darlin’.” he uttered as your face contorted in pleasure, “i’m gonna fill you up, claim you as mine. eyes on me, pretty thing, let me see your face when you cum,”

a couple of taps to your cervix and a deft thumb moving to circle your clit had tears brimming in your eyes once again, though this time from pure ecstasy rather than heartbreak. you wanted to speak, though words were unattainable. lucky enough, diluc was observant enough to understand what you were failing to communicate.

“go on, princess, cum for me,”

with a cry, you let the knot in your stomach snap, waves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you shook underneath diluc. he fucked you through your orgasm, close to his own though not quite there yet.

the pair of you were so caught up with one another that you repeated diluc’s mistake from earlier: neither of you heard the front door unlock. the entryway to diluc’s room remained wide open, just as you had left it earlier. it gave kaeya the perfect view of his brother spilling his load in your used hole, the sheer amount of cum dribbling down the curve of your ass and dirtying the sheets.

having already been so sensitive, the feeling of hot seed spurting against your womb was enough to tip you over the edge once again. diluc found your clit once again, heightening the sensations you were already feeling. you moaned his name so loudly that the neighbors were sure to hear, practically screaming as you gushed all over diluc’s stomach.

neither of you had noticed the presence in the doorway, not until kaeya couldn’t hold back any longer. he’d never made you cum that hard, how dare you have the audacity to fuck his brother only hours after you’d broken up with him. in all honesty, you didn’t know if his question was directed at you or diluc.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

obsessed with this batboys band au

from elenana.art on Instagram

I love how you tell from this picture which ragbro the artist thirst for.

Like Diluc is here bein cute and then Kaeya is like AuRrrghhhnnnGAaahhHH.

once again in shambles emotionally bc of this fictional character (diluc genshin impact)

I hate you.

Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @sallteas

Tokyo revengers low quality manga pannels <333