Satoru Gojo

WHATS THAT ONE SONG? THE ONE THAT GOES WAIT! MY ROOMMATE WHO WORKS AT THE RECORD SHOP DOWNSTAIRS IS ACTUALLY KINDA HOT!

THE SPINS | SUGURU GETO X READER BLENDED SMAU

in which your roommate that works at the record shop downstairs is actually kinda hot…

content: a teeny tiny bit of enemies to lovers! roomates to lovers! mutual pining hehe. language, crude humor, heavy references to sex (no smut), mentions + use of alcohol & drugs, “kys” jokes, some angst, <16 dni with this account pls! individual warnings will be given for each chapter as well

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༘⋆ y/n’s corner 𝄞 is this clairo shade?𝄞 the spins records

CHAPTERS

ᝰ.ᐟ = written portion

✫ prologue

I. nighttiming

II. white flag?

[papamin au 🐅] winter activities ❄️

the daddyfication of ran haitani

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!! i got this request for hiding a pregnancy from ran and went cuckoo bananas this is gonna be multiple parts OOPS!!! please enjoy!!! ((for context, this is in the same world as boyfriendified ran!!))

content: unprotected sex, shower sex, mentions of vomit, pregnancy, lil bit angsty!!!

word count: 2.6k

ran's pacing in his office, exerting a significant amount of energy trying not to appear visibly upset by your phone call. across the room sat rindou and kakucho, who he'd been having a glass of whiskey and a nice chat with to celebrate the end of the work week before you called.

"baby?" your voice reminds him he hasn't responded to you yet.

"uh," he forces out the sound. "sure. that's fine. no dinner tonight. what did you say's goin' on?"

"i think i have food poisoning," you sigh, clearly exhausted. "i've been throwing up since i got home. they catered lunch at work today, maybe it was that."

"i should kill that caterer for ruining a night with my girl."

he's no more than 70% serious. probably.

you laugh into the phone and he turns his back to his brother and kakucho so they won't see the way he's smiling at the sound.

"thank you for that, but it won't be necessary. can we try for date night tomorrow?"

"'course," ran nods his head, hoping his tone didn't give away how disappointed he was to not be seeing you in the next hour like he'd planned.

"you sound sad," you sigh. he should've known you'd see right through him, you knew him better than anyone. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm sad about it, too."

"it's alright, babe," he starts back toward his seat. "really it is. i'll call you later? love you."

he hangs up and drops back into his chair, lifting the whiskey to his lips. rindou gives him a curious look. "my girl's got food poisoning," he explains simply, reaching for the bottle. "anyone up for another round?"

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the food poisoning leaves you feeling a bit weak for the rest of the weekend, waves of nausea occasionally hitting you, but nothing as serious as when you'd called off friday date night.

you take it easy throughout the week, even calling out of work the next friday to get an extra day to really rest. ran takes the day off, too, so you can spend a whole long weekend together. and by friday morning, you're feeling good. so good that you're happily pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall as ran thrusts his cock inside you.

the wet sounds of your pussy contracting around him are drowned out by the water running from the shower head, and you only hear ran's heavy, panting breaths because they're right in your ear. "fuck, you're so wet for me," he grunts. "look how easy i'm goin' in. love bein' in this tight little cunt."

"m-missed this so much," you whimper, nails digging into his back where you're holding onto him. it's only been a week since you'd last had sex, you wanted to be cautious about exerting yourself after being so sick, but even one celibate week for the two of you felt like months. ran chuckles in your ear, loving knowing that you long for moments like these the same way he does, and speeds up the motions of his hips.

you cry out, voice carrying through the apartment. at this angle, every stroke has his tip striking a spot inside your velvety walls that's making your head spin. "fuckin' cum around me," his words come out through gritted teeth. "squeeze my fuckin' cock the way i like it. need you to cum."

he hoists you up a bit higher on the wall, shifting your body onto one arm so his other hand is free to seek out your clit. as he rubs against the sensitive nub fervently, it hardly takes another minute before you're unraveling, toes curling, moaning loudly as you cum.

"shit, just like that," his hips stutter, the feeling of your slick cunt shuddering around his length always bringing him right to the edge of his own orgasm. your moans are only getting louder as you get more sensitive and the continued drag of his cock in your walls threatens to be too much for you.

"too much, ran," you whine. and just like that, his hips still for a moment as he releases in hot ropes deep inside you. he fucks his hips up a few more times, pumping his cum deeper, mind going a little cloudy as he comes down from his own pleasure. you squirm in his arms, kissing all over his face as he gently pulls out and sets you onto your feet.

"stop cumming inside me, perv," you tease after you've caught your breath. ran throws his head back and laughs.

"yeah right," he steals a quick kiss. "you love it too much."

you giggle and roll your eyes, reaching for the shower head so you can start cleaning up the mess he made between your legs. ran offers his arm to you for balance as you get to work.

suddenly you don't feel good at all. it's like a switch flips, the feeling coming over you so quickly you almost panic, shoving the shower head into ran's hands and almost slipping in your hurry to get out of the shower.

you barely make it to the toilet before you're heaving. the shower turns off behind you, followed by the sound of ran's wet feet on the tile. he wraps a towel around his waist then drapes one over you, rubbing your back through the fluffy material in absolute silence.

when the nausea passes, you flush the toilet and tug the towel tighter around your shoulders. your legs feel like jello, you doubt you have the strength to stand. so you plop to your butt, sitting cross legged on the floor and looking up at ran where he stands beside you.

finally, he clears his throat to speak. "was that my fault somehow??" what the fuck just happened?" he looks like a deer in headlights.

"how would it be your fault?" you smile weakly, reaching out for him.

he doesn't return the expression, but takes your hand, squeezing tightly. concern is written all over his face, mixed with something else you can't quite read.

ran plops down onto the floor beside you, examining you with too much intensity. he lays the back of his hand across your forehead, frowns, and drops it into his lap.

"stop looking at me like that."

"are you kidding me? i'm fuckin' worried about you," his eyebrows knit together. "one minute i'm fucking you in the shower, next minute you're throwing up, i'm not supposed to be a little fuckin' concerned?"

"you're yelling."

ran hadn't noticed. he usually didn't when he got emotional. it was something he'd been trying to work on, now that he had a girlfriend he loved and had been dating for just over a year. keeping himself in check was never very ran, but he tries his hardest for you. he inhales a sharp breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"i guess i'm still sick," you finally say.

"no way it's food poisoning then," his eyes narrow, skeptical but concerned.

"then what it is?" you sigh, pushing off the floor to try and get to your feet. ran jumps to help you up and you shrug him off, a bit too roughly by accident. "i'm fine," you snap. he stares at you, trying to read your mind. he decides not to comment on your sudden out of character hostility.

"we should get you some fuckin' medicine or somethin," he walks out to the bedroom. "get dressed."

you suck in a shaky breath and follow him into his room. he tosses a pair of your jeans onto the bed from his closet. then a t-shirt. you can't tell if it's yours or his but it'll work. you pull it over your head and toss the wet towel to the floor.

ran gets himself dressed while you step into the jeans and tug them up. you hesitate, blinking back at yourself in the mirror. the pants gape open at the waist, making you frown in confusion. what the fuck... why are they so... tight...

you try only once to fasten the button but give up immediately when the denim refuses to give. this was absolutely not the moment to find out you'd gained weight. like there wasn't enough making you feel like shit today. ran's weird fuckin' attitude, your stomach betraying you, the way the room hadn't stopped spinning since you'd stood up... it was all too much for one day. you don't even realize you've started crying until you hear your own choked sobs fill the room.

ran is frozen at his closet, watching you with wide eyes, and you feel so fucking stupid, bawling in his bedroom for no apparent reason, in your undone jeans.

"what's wrong?" he asks cautiously, approaching like you're an injured animal. "you don't feel good?"

"i-i don'wanna w-wear je-e-eans!" you wail, collapsing into his arms. he holds you tightly to his chest as you cry, rubbing your back but not saying a word. large hands cup your cheeks and ran presses his lips to your forehead. he looks you in the eyes, "you do not have to wear fuckin' jeans." for some reason the tenderness in his eyes, the patience he's showing you through this outburst, it just makes you cry harder. this time, though, he laughs. you hold him tightly around his middle as he reaches down to slide your jeans back down over your ass and down your thighs.

at that moment your stomach flutters. a warning.

"oh fuck," you shove away from him, kicking off your pants frantically and running back to the bathroom to throw up yet again.

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this time, though, it doesn't stop. in fact, your vomiting just gets more persistent. ran is pacing through his apartment–no, he's practically jogging laps with how nervous he is– cursing wildly at a very patient emergency services operator who was completely undeserving of being caught in the crossfire of his panic.

"babe, do you need a fuckin' ambulance?" ran appears in the bathroom door, hand covering the lower half of his phone. you respond in a weak mnh, shrugging your shoulders before your head is back in the toilet. "yeah, send it over. pukey's not gettin' in my fuckin' bugatti." despite the way your body is violently rejecting the contents of your stomach, you manage to scowl at him. "i'll pay. i love you so fuckin' much," he mouths, eyebrows drooping apologetically.

if you didn't feel so awful, you probably would've laughed. ran was, after all, agreeing to pay $2500 for a fifteen minute ambulance ride so he wouldn't risk getting even a drop of something gross on the interior of his precious car.

the longer your nausea persists, the more time seems to blur together. it was somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour when ran came in with sweatpants and pulled them up your legs. and another 5–55 minutes later, the EMTs arrived to help you out of ran's apartment.

you send ran a look that you hope says this is so fucking dramatic and then you're in the ambulance, ran right by your side.

the emergency room nurses quickly assess your situation (looking rough, actively vomiting into one of the ambulance's barf bags) and hurry you into a room. an iv is started, a pill is swallowed down. you quickly start to feel normal again.

ran stands threateningly in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, saying nothing. a nurse comes in to run some tests and promises that a doctor will be in soon to talk with you. as soon as you're alone in the room, ran is at your side, sitting at the edge of your bed protectively.

"maybe it's just plain old sickness," you lay your head back against the pillows, exhausted from the events of the day but grateful to be having a conversation without getting sick in the middle. "stomach flu or something."

"fuck that," he grimaces. "i hate bein' sick, you better stay away from me."

you roll your eyes at him, "like you would ever let me if i tried." he flashes you a grin, adoration in his eyes. he takes your hand that's resting on the mattress, bringing it to his lips. your hand tightens around his when you feel him trembling.

"ran."

his eyes meet yours. the concerned, fearful look you'd seen earlier has been clouding his face since he made the call to the ER.

you squeeze his hand, kiss his knuckles, "why don't you go have a cigarette, honey? you're so tense."

"my fuckin' girl is in a hospital bed," he replies through gritted teeth. "of course i'm fuckin' tense."

"i know, my love, but look! i'm okay," you soothe, hoping your face is convincing enough. "i've got my fluids, they did their tests. i'm already feeling much better. you're shaking, hon. go have a smoke, feel better, and by then i'm sure we'll be ready to head home."

ran eyes you warily. the last thing he wants is to be away from you right now. but he had to admit, you knew him really fucking well. you could tell his anxiety was heightened tenfold because he hadn't gotten his nicotine fix in the last couple hours with everything going on. with a heaving sigh, he leans down to wrap you in his arms tightly.

ran wasn't a hugger usually, so you relaxed into the rare embrace, savoring the action. "this is nice," you mumble, tone nearly teasing. "fuck off," he grumbles, kissing your forehead. "i fuckin' hate this shit. i hate you being sick, hospitals fuckin' scare me. i-"

"ran," you chuckle.

"fuck, fine! i'm going."

almost immediately after ran leaves the doctor comes in. she's an older woman with light hair and kind eyes. "how do you feel?" she asks sweetly.

"much better," you tell her with a grin. "but i'd really like to know where that came from."

"was that man who left your husband?"

you shake your head, "my boyfriend." weird question, you think.

"are you sexually active?"

you nod, not particularly enjoying this line of questioning.

"do you practice safe sex?"

"like, uh–" you clear your throat.

"do you use protection?" she clarifies. your silence is enough answer for her.

"any mood swings lately?" she continues. "weight gain? headaches? fatigue?" your head starts to swim. "when was your last period?"

holy shit, when was it? was it late??

"the blood test shows that you're pregnant," she pats your knee. her reaction is ambiguous, you can tell she isn't sure if a congratulations is in order or sympathy.

"are you sure?" you blurt. "like, how sure are you?"

"pretty sure," she almost smirks. "we can run another test on your bloodwork for a more precise answer and call you with the results. you can take a home test in the meantime, too, if you'd like."

you nod weakly. she tells you the nurse will come in to discharge you but you can barely hear her.

pregnant.

the word is pounding around in your skull like a pinball machine. your hands feel clammy. pregnant. it would explain a lot. the throwing up, getting annoyed so easily with ran, the jeans, the crying over the jeans...

the door opens and you jump. it's ran, smiling as he comes in, looking much more relaxed than before. your heart sinks. what the hell were you going to say to ran??

"you okay?" he asks, grin fading.

you nod enthusiastically, "yeah! it's just a stomach bug. i was right."

the relief on his face makes you feel even worse. "i'm glad it's nothin' serious," he comes over to kiss your forehead. "you had me fuckin' worried."

"sorry, baby," you tug him down to sit in the bed with you. "thanks for taking such good care of me." he pulls your face closer and kisses your temple, "don't thank me, come on. you're my girl. m'so happy you're okay."

but you didn't feel okay. not at all.

part 2

101 writing prompts

75 with Shinichiro, when keeps staying late in the bike shop😩

PLS I LOVE SHIN

Shinichiro Sano x fem!reader

Waking up in a dimly lit room, you rolled over in bed, reaching out to find the other side of the bed cold and still not slept in. Propping yourself up on your elbows you pushed your hair back behind your ears with a heavy sigh.

Slipping out from under the covers, you pulled on one your boyfriend’s white button ups that was tossed over his desk chair. You slid your black boy shorts up your legs, shivering a little at the cold. Quickly buttoning up the shirt and rolling the sleeves up, you crept out of the apartment door and followed the stairs down into Shin’s bike shop. A quick glance up at the clock told you it was well after midnight and you sighed.

Leaning against the door jamb that lead to the Bay Area where shin worked on the bikes, you studied him as he sat on a box, hunched over, the tense set of his shoulders letting you know that something was on his mind. His hair was sticking out in different directions as if he’s been running his hands through his hair over and over again. You walk in after watching him for a few minutes. Hopping up one of the work tables, you clear your throat to announce your presence. Shin jumps a little bit turns towards you with a soft smile on his face.

“Shit babe you scared me.”

“I’m sorry. What are you doing down here this late?”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before sighing and stepping in between your thighs. “I just.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t lie to me either.” You took your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you laid your hands on his chest. “You're overworking yourself... Please take a break."

He grabs your thighs, his hands up them as he leans over you. “I’m worried. I um. I worry sometimes that I’m not enough. I’m a small time bike shop owner. What if I’m never gonna make enough money to support us? What if I fuck all of this up by not being enough for you.”

“Shin.” You pull his face in between your hands and bring his lips down to meet yours. You pull back after a moment. “I don’t care about money or fancy things. We could live in a cardboard box and I would be happy. I love you so much. You are more than enough for me. Got it?”

The seriousness in your tone made him pause and finally nod his consent.

“Besides, I would rather stick by the man who was persistent enough to confess 21 times than the man who would put material things before me.”

Shin threw his head back and laughed. “You’re in for it now.” He leaned down and hoisted you over his shoulder laughing as your fist pounded on his back. “You’re right I’ve been working too much. Help me unwind babe.” He delivered a sharp slap to your ass before darting up the stairs, both of you giggling the whole way back to the bedroom.

⊱ only you ; haitani ran x fem!reader

warning: explicit, 18+, fem!reader, mutual pining, smut, fluff, maybe a size kink, a little bit of pain, creampie, petnames (angel mostly)

summary: Ran finally gets to have you wc: 2.4k

a/n: this may or may not be a bit too flowery, the ending may or may not be lame, but i love being self-indulgent

minors dni // 18 +

The shadows in the room grew longer as the sun set, the view over Tokyo was gorgeous, was captivating, but not nearly as captivating as the flush across Haitani Ran’s face. Not nearly as captivating as the little whines and gasps that escaped his slightly parted lips as you lightly ran your fingers across his heated skin.

Not just warm, but hot – so hot it felt almost scorching. So hot you could almost feel the flames licking at your flesh, at your legs, which were currently on either side of him. If you wanted, you could have lifted your head to admire the view of the setting sun. But the way Ran’s hands dragged across your bare back, felt far better than the idea of a romantic evening watching the sun fall and the moon rise. You had needed this, you had needed him. And he had needed you too. You had been pining after each other for so long. Wanting, needing. Just to be in this exact moment. To have your lips grazing his as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, as you pulled on it gently.

“Fuck, angel” Ran’s voice was nothing more than a whine, a desperate plea for more - more touching, more kissing, more of you. You could feel his cock, straining hard against his trousers; you knew if you wrapped your hand around it you could feel the throb of his heart beating – fast and hard. Fast and hard, just like your own. Just like the way you wanted him to take you – the way you had dreamed of him pushing you against the wall and claiming what was his, what had always been his, even if he didn’t know. Even if this was the first time he had felt your own need for him, even if he had been oblivious for months. Fast and hard – you were dying for him.

“Ran” Your mind, fogged with lust, could only truly focus on the one word, on his name. The name you had moaned thousands of times before, the name you chanted over and over as you made yourself come undone. You dragged your lips across his cheek, finding his ear, and repeated the word again, softly, quietly, but dragging it out, making every second of ‘Ran’ falling from your lips agonizing. Agonizing like the way his nails dug into you the first time you had pressed your lips to his. Agonizing like waiting for him to make the first move. Agonizing like how he ground his hard cock against you now, so desperate for you. 

You moved your lips down, sucking gently on his throat, nipping the skin, finding your way to his pulse - still racing, still pounding. His own hands moving, trying to feel every inch of you, trying desperately to memorize every single dip, every single curve, every single moan that left your lips. As if he would never have this again, as if it were the last time, as if it were the only time he would feel you on top of him, he would taste your sweet essence, he would experience you. 

When you lazily slid your hand down his chest, making sure to map out the lines of the dark ink covering half of his body, you felt his body tense, you heard a groan escape him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, it would have been painful if you weren’t filled with adrenaline, if you weren’t filled to the brim with desire. 

“Ang…” His voice cracked when your hand reached its destination – his hard cock that had been pressing into you, that had been rubbing against you for what seemed like both eternity and seconds. You ran your fingers up and down the fabric, teasing, tempting him to push further, beckoning him to buck into your hand. The heat you had felt from his skin before was amplified, as if the whole room was engulfed in flames. But no, no it was just your hand grazing his length, filling the room with more whines, more groans, more need. 

“S’big Ran…” Your mind swam, finding your thoughts and then losing them again as he bucked himself up into your hand. You had dreamed about it, you had fantasized about it, but the feeling of his thick cock underneath his expensive trousers, of the wet spot that had long been forming, was better, was so much better than what you had expected, and you hadn’t even seen it yet.

“Need you now, please, angel” You weren’t sure if he had said it or if you had imagined it, but 'need you now' was exactly what you would have thought if the size of his cock and the feeling of him throbbing because of you wasn’t the only thing that had existed in that moment.

He started bucking into your grip faster. Fucking himself into your hand. He wanted to wait, he wanted to feel you, but Ran was so desperate for the only thing he had wanted for so long, the only thing that occupied his mind, he couldn’t help himself. Even the feeling of your hand through his pants paired with your warm breath washing over his face would have been enough.

You knew, god you knew how close he was, because if he had touched you, felt the soaking wet fabric covering your cunt, you were sure you wouldn’t last long either. You were sure that you would crumble in his arms faster than he was falling apart under you now.

His hand moved, pulling yours away from him, denying himself the release he needed. He was desperate, but desperation wasn’t enough to throw aside the want to be buried inside you, it wasn’t enough to spill his seed on your hand instead of deep inside you. He left your hand on his shoulder and you quickly moved it to his neck, pushing your mouth against his. His lips parted, sliding his tongue into your mouth, pressing them together, tasting you. Ran quickly found his way to your cunt. Finally feeling the drenched fabric covering you, hiding your throbbing clit, your fluttering cunt. Every movement of his body, every slip of his tongue, had been driving you mad. And he was finally relishing in the proof of what he did to you, of how badly you needed him. He pressed his fingers against your clit, tracing small circles, eliciting a lewd moan from you. A moan that had been muffled by his mouth, that had vibrated his tongue as he continued to taste you.

You were falling apart quickly, his fingers not letting up, still moving gentle circles on your bundle of nerves through the thin fabric. You were trembling, your heart beating faster, your toes curling. Your thoughts still nonexistent - the only thing you could process was the taste of Ran and of the pleasure he was giving you. You followed his lead, finally pulling yourself together, gripping his hand, moving it from you, only moments before you had let yourself go.

Moving from his lap, you stripped yourself of the rest of your clothes. He just sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape – whether it was from your abrupt leave of his lap or the sight of you bearing yourself to him you weren't sure at first.

“You really are an angel, y’know that?” His eyes on you made you feel like you were the most divine creature to ever exist and, to Ran, you were. Nothing had ever compared to you, nothing had ever compared to seeing you standing nude in his penthouse apartment, illuminated by the setting sun, need and desperation in your eyes. Need only for him, desperation only for him.

You felt heat rise to your face, you felt vulnerable, you felt like you had never been so naked before this moment. As you stood bare in front of  Ran, who was staring at you with just as much desire, taking his slacks off, his cock hitting his stomach, his hand instinctively grabbing it, and moving slowly. Spreading his precum up and down his shaft at the sight of you.

“Ran, you better not cum before you’re inside me.” It brought him back from the trance he had been stumbling in. He kept moving his hand up and down his cock, but his smile met yours. “I won’t, I’m not the one we should be worried about anyway.” He was right, his fingers grazing you had almost sent you over the edge, but something about having him inside you the first time he made you cum was the thing you had wanted more than anything, was the only thing that had helped hold you back.

Your move back to him was quick, your legs on either side of his hips, lips crashing hard into his. He let go of his heavy cock and as it moved the head swiped your swollen lips and your body arched at the sensation. His smirk returned at your movement, you could feel it against your lips.

“n-now … please…” You begged him, pleaded, you had waited long enough. He pulled his lips away and directed his attention down. Your eyes followed his, your foreheads tipping into each other. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock as he slid it through your folds, as he pressed it into your pulsing clit. You whimpered, you moved your hips, chasing his cock. Strands of slick connected your bodies as he pulled his cock completely away from you. 

“Fuck, angel, so wet for me, yeah?” You weren’t sure when he had found the ability to take control, but he had. And he was right, you were soaked, and it was all for him, it was all because of him. Before you could find an answer he was attempting to press the head of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“S’tight… pussy so tight baby, how ‘m I supposed to fit?” He was right, you were drenched but the girth of his cock was just too much, way too much.

“M-make it fit Ran, please… please” You started pushing down, trying to force him into you. He was reluctant, afraid to hurt you, but you had lost all of your inhibitions hours ago and any concern you had for the state of your cunt beyond cumming around his cock was completely lost to you.

If the fire had been licking at your legs before, if the room had been engulfed, you now existed inside the flame, the two of you were fire yourselves, burning everything that touched you. Burning desire and need were all that existed. When he finally bullied his way into you, you couldn’t make a sound. The pain and pleasure of his full cock inside you had you exactly where it had him – in heaven.

“F-fuck… angel… s’fuckin tight” His words broken, breathy, hoarse. It was too much for both of you. He moved slowly, dying to rut into you as fast and as hard as both of your hearts were beating, but he held back. Instead, he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers into your swollen clit. Your cunt gripped his cock tighter, a feeling he didn’t think had been possible. He moaned your name.

“Your s’fuckin beautiful, s’fuckin good” He moved his fingers faster, trying to bring you to your high before he met his. 

You finally moved your eyes from the scene of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit. You finally found his lavender ones, lids half closed, dark with lust. He had long been watching you, taking in the expressions on your face as he stretched you beyond what you could handle, as he brought you closer and closer to the orgasm the two of you had been delaying all night.

“'m close Ran” He crashed his lips into yours, he wanted to watch the euphoria on your face as you came, but he wanted to taste you more, feel your body as you came more.

Your toes curled, your vision blurred, everything shook as your orgasm hit you hard. Your cunt clamped down on his cock, gripping him tighter and tighter as he slid slowly up and down your velvet walls.

 “S’fuckin beautful… fuckin beautiful.” His lips barely left yours as he groaned the words in between shaking breaths. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your parted lips, trying hard to kiss him between trembling and heavy breaths, your clit twitching beneath his fingers, finally pushed him over the edge. Your name was the only thing he could mutter as he slammed himself into you hard and gave you what your cunt had been begging him for, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

He refused to leave your body as you two came down from your highs. The feeling of your trembling body in his arms was the only thing he could focus on, was the only thing he needed.

You twisted your fingers in his hair and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Letting your heart fall back into a normal rhythm, letting your breath return to a regular pace along with his.

“We…” He stumbled over his words.

“Hmm?” You pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, twisting his hair further between your fingers.

“We get to do that again right?” If you had looked up at him, you would have seen his bright red face, the way his eyes closed tight as he waited for your response.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let you do it again. That cock is pretty good, Haitani.” You traced your fingers along the lines of his tattoo again, sending shivers through him as they moved.

“Ok cool. Yeah, we’ll do it again.” His grip on you only tightened, pulling you closer to him, trying to hold on as tightly as he could. It wasn’t what he meant, it wasn’t what he wanted, but it would be fine. He said nothing else for a long time, just holding you close.

“Ran, do you want to like… be exclu...”

“Yeah” his answer was fast, you hadn’t even finished your sentence before he replied.  

“Good. Wanna keep that cock all to myself. Too good to share with anyone, ya’ know?”

Ran sighed, relief and joy filling him. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I know it is.”

Baby Steps

[Chapter 8] Gojo’s Boring Birthday

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“I’m going to miss you so much, honey.” Your mother hugs you, careful not to hug the air out of you. She kisses your cheek before letting go. “Please tell me everything. Keep me updated about my grandbaby.”

“I will, mom.” You tell her. She waves at Satoru, who awkwardly waves back. You then look at your father who just stands by the doorway. Neither of you won’t say anything first. So you turn around and begin to walk to Satoru’s car. You hear your name which causes you to stop.

“Oh, honey.” You turn around and your father’s arms are wrapped around you. He’s on the edge of tears. You hug him back. “I’m sorry, honey. Please take care. I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” You respond, unsure of how else to react to this sudden affection. You’re almost about to cry too– But you’re emotional all the time nowadays. You doubt the emotional will stop until after you have your baby.

“Keep me updated, okay? I want to know everything about my grandbaby.” He says, which almost makes a tear slip out, but you manage to keep it in. “And if you need something, even just a stupid craving, call me and I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, dad.” You reply, and he lets go. Your father waves at Satoru, who waves back. You walk back to the car, a bit happier than before. Really much happier than before.

You get into the passenger seat with a smile on your face, and it’s contagious because it makes Satoru smile as well.

-

You’re packing up stuff the 12th week of your pregnancy. Ecstatic to finally begin the second trimester of your pregnancy. Hearing that your nausea will begin to settle is certainly something to be excited about.

Tomorrow you’ll finally move into the apartment that Satoru is renting. A three-bedroom apartment, which you consider is way out of your price range. It has an amazing view of the city, which definitely raises questions as to what Satoru does.

“I told you to sit down and relax. I’ll pack everything up.” Satoru scolds you as he watches you put away some clothes. You’re pregnant, not terminally ill. Any other time you would’ve happily sat down and let him do everything, but you’re annoyed.

“Satoru-” You begin but he cuts you off. It’s like he can read your mind.

“You should just be relaxing.” He interrupts. Satoru is happier now more than ever with the small bump that’s barely visible. “Nugget won’t like that you’re making them exercise so early on.”

“Can we go out to eat?” You change the subject, hearing your stomach growl. “I’m craving some pizza.”

“Pizza? Isn’t that what we had for dinner last night?” Satoru questions and you furrow your eyebrows. How dare he question your craving? When he notices your face, he apologizes and is quick to suggest, “Do you want to go out? It’s pretty cold. It’s snowing too.”

“I want to take a breath of fresh air.” You answer. You walk to the bedroom to grab your purse, something bothering you in the back of your mind but you don’t know what. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“Like what?” He asks. He knows what you’re forgetting, but it’s not a big deal so he won’t tell you.

“I don’t know… Today is December 7th… Kaya’s birthday isn’t this month. My parents’ birthday isn’t either…” You begin to think out loud as you walk back to Satoru. Satoru holds back a laugh, watching you get worked up over nothing. And he loves knowing that the reason you’re getting worked up is because of him. Even though you don’t consciously know it.

“It’s probably nothing important.” Satoru says, which immediately reminds you what it is. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, and he’s quick to hug you back.

“Happy birthday, ‘Toru.” You murmur, and he smiles. He’s about to thank you, but you speak before him, “What do you want to eat? It doesn’t have to be pizza.”

“It’s okay. My baby is craving pizza and I’ll get that for her.” He responds and you pull away. You stick out your bottom lip a bit before speaking,

“I told you it’s a he.” You say, and he chuckles. He brings his face down and pecks your lips. After leaving your parents’ home, Satoru has gotten extremely affectionate with you. You’re just as affectionate. You’re practically dating now. Both of you are happy with each other, or at least with the fact that you’re having a baby with each other.

“I wasn’t talking about that one.” He tells you, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Until you get it and roll your eyes, holding back a smirk at the same time. “But let’s get you pizza. It sounds good.”

“Are you sure? It is your birthday and I want to make sure you eat well.” You ask and he nods with a smile on his face. Sure, maybe pizza doesn’t sound ideal, but you and his baby want pizza so he’ll budge in.

“As long as we get cupcakes later.” He responds. 

“A carrot cupcake does sound good.” You comment as you put on your coat.

“Carrot cupcake? I thought it was yucky?” Satoru replies, and it’s evident in his voice that he’s trying not to laugh.

“Shut up or I won’t give you a birthday present.”

-

“I’m stuffed.” You share, putting your hand over your belly, barely being able to walk. You’re walking to Satoru’s car, which seems like a mile away. “Can’t you just pick me up here.”

“C’mon, walking is good for you.” Satoru says as if it’s something that you don’t know. You finally get to the car, and he opens the passenger door for you. You get into the car, and you pull out your phone. It’s still so early, and you don’t want Satoru to remember his first birthday with you as a boring day that he spent packing everything up.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You tell him when he gets in the car and he raises his eyebrow. He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“Where?” He questions, and you shrug. You don’t have a place in mind. Nowhere at all. “It’s really cold out, it’s best if we stay in. Plus we’re moving tomorrow.”

“Let’s do something else, Toru. It’s your birthday.” You remind him, but that doesn’t change anything for him. It’s just another normal day for him. The fact that 21 years ago today he was born, doesn’t really change anything. But it seems to change things up for you.

His birthday has always been a big deal for everyone else, and he’s never understood it. Maybe when his baby is born he’ll understand the significance of birthdays, but not now. “It’s fine. We can just stay in.”

“Oh c’mon! Staying in and packing up all that shit just sounds tedious." You continue, and he just ends up chuckling. Arguing is a losing bet. He ends up agreeing that you two should do something else. “How about we- I have no idea.”

“Are you down for dessert?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“After dinner! I’m so full right now.” You answer, and now you both hum as you think about what to do.

“Maybe you can give me my birthday present.” He suggests but you shake your head. Satoru purses his lips together. “How about we- We- Um- I’ve got nothing.”

“How about we-”

“Can we just go home? Please. I’m really cold out here. We can just watch a movie or something.” He suggests, and you end up nodding. For some reason your eyes tear up. Maybe his voice is too harsh, or the way he worded things was too mean. Or the fact that you’re trying to do something for his birthday and neither of you can think of anything– Point is, you’re sensitive and about to cry. He sees your teary eyes and is quick to apologize, “Oh, I- I didn’t mean it. We can do whatever you want.”

“No- No, it’s fine.” You sniffle, trying your best to not begin bawling your eyes out. You’ve never been so sensitive in your life before.

“We can go-” He begins but you cut him off.

“Let’s watch the movie. I’m sorry.” You begin to turn away so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down your face.

“Don’t apologize, let’s just-” He tries to comfort you, but you’re not listening. You’re crying and sniffling.

“Let’s go home, Satoru!” You raise your voice, and he starts the car. He begins to drive back to your apartment.

-

After calming down, you both watch a movie that Satoru was interested in watching. One that nearly made you fall asleep. Although you both were cuddling in bed, and Satoru’s warmth was nearly enough to make you fall asleep, the movie isn’t the only factor that makes you fall asleep. While you’re almost falling asleep, Satoru caresses your back, his eyes focused on the TV.

His phone rings, and he’s quick to pick it up without checking the number. His eyes roll when he hears the annoying little voice, “What do you want, Megumi?”

Satoru’s voice certainly wakes you up. The voice doesn’t match the background noise, so it makes you conscious again. You shut your eyes though, hearing he’s on a phone call. “Megumi, I gave you and Tsumiki enough money for the month. Leave me alone.”

Questions arise as you hear Megumi and Tsumiki. Who could they possibly be? Just the thought of who they are makes you nauseous. “Look, I can’t right now. I’m on a mission. Yeah yeah yeah. Brat.”

“Oh- I can’t hear you- You’re breaking up-” Satoru begins until he finally hangs up the phone. He focuses back on the movie again, until you raise your head and look at him. He smiles when he sees you, “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to change the movie?”

“No, it’s fine.” You answer. You sit up, trying to stop yourself from puking. You begin to take deep breaths. You hadn’t noticed how dark it got outside. It’s late. “God, I don’t think I’ll be able to give you your birthday gift.”

“Huh? Which was?” He asks, completely clueless.

“Guess.” You reply, but he shakes his head in response. Completely clueless. “Since I had forgotten to give you an actual gift, I was going to give you head.”

“Head…? Oh- Oh! No, don’t worry about it.” He says. He pats down the pillow next to him. He sure has gotten comfortable considering he’s only slept over one night. “I didn’t remind you about my birthday because I didn’t think it was necessary. I really don’t care for gifts.”

“I don’t know- I still could’ve done something for you.” You tell him as you lay back down. You’re so tired, ready to actually fall asleep. A yawn escapes your mouth before asking, “You still want to get cupcakes?”

“Maybe you can do it when you feel better.” Satoru suggests. He does love the idea of getting a blowjob from you, but he definitely won’t force you. Especially when you’re not feeling well. “Please rest.”

“I’m sorry your birthday was boring.” You comment, and he chuckles. He wouldn’t call it boring per say. More eventful than anything he’s done in the past years. “Our baby is gonna have an old fart as his dad.”

“Old fart?” He laughs. It completely slipped his mind that his next birthday he’ll have a little buddy to celebrate it with. A little family with you included, of course. That’s nice. 

Maybe you found the day boring, but his birthday was perfect. He couldn’t think of a more perfect way of spending his birthday than with the woman who’s making him a father.

“Did you know the baby is the size of a lemon?” He asks, and it makes the faintest smile appear on your lips. He tells you the size of the baby weekly.

“That’s nice to know, Toru.” You respond. The noise of the movie is, once again, the only audible sound in the room.

Your mind begins to drift, however, you keep thinking of one thing. Two people. Tsumiki and Megumi.

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ok i know we always talk about girl dad satoru but imagine boy dad satoru and his lil gentlemanly lessons.

it happens for the first time when you go to take your seatbelt off and get out of the car as soon as it’s parked, but there’s a little voice from the back saying “wait mommy! wait!” and satoru’s nodding like “yeah, wait mommy!” with a knowing grin. you watch him get out of the drivers seat and jog over to help your son out of his car seat before they both make their way to your door. it’s teamwork: satoru opens, and your son holds a tiny hand out for you as he says, “hold my hand mommy, don’t fall!” you walk with satoru trailing behind you both, smiling in amusement as he tells your son “remember kiddo, we never let mommy open her own doors!”

and from then on it’s always a small squeal of “no! mommy stop!” when you’re about to sit down, just so they can jog up and pull the chair out for you and push you in once you’re seated. there’s that routine “after you, mommy!” when he lets you out the door first because it’s always ladies first, of course. there’s always a strict, “mommy’s cold! give her your jacket” you hear thrown at satoru with tiny hands on hips that makes you giggle as satoru shrugs off his jacket with a huff from being scolded. sometimes, there’s a “for you mommy!” before a small bundle of flowers is pressed to your hand as satoru grumbles from the back that he paid, so he should be able to give it to you.

you can’t help but pick your son up every time and kiss his cheeks, grinning as you murmur, “what a sweet little gentleman i have to take care of me.”

and satoru’s always pouting, always standing in the back as he whines out a petulant, “i taught him all that! what about me?”

so you kiss him too—because he treats you just as good, teaches your son to be even better, in fact. and you love your boys, and they never let you forget they love you too.

Jude and Cardan 🥀

Late night tv but with the whole gang 📺🌃

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[12:32 P M] part 2 - Haitini Ran

This is the hardest writer's block ever. Like I have it all there... just can't get it down. Please be patient with me. I'm working on the other HQ stuff - I promise. Just need to get Ran outta my head. Warning: Explicit smut; 18+; Ran is totally whooped First part

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It’s been a whole week since Ran woke up hours later to Y/n still in his bed, in his arms while still buried deeply inside her.

He didn’t want to leave but unfortunately, worked called for him.

He woke her up to promise her he’ll be back, and it was difficult for him to leave when she was so adorable half-awake.

“Come here,” she mumbles, and he moved closer to her. Her fingers snake into his neatly combed hair and she pulls him closer to her lips, pecking his lips once. “Be safe.”

The entire week, all that was on his mind were her words she said to him that struck something inside of him.

“Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant though?”

Ran buried himself inside of her three more times that first initial night. Once in the shower and once again in bed and lastly, in the morning before he had to leave. After the little oops, they both agree to disregard the condom since she would take the pill the following day.

He knew he shouldn’t take her words for it, there was a few things he feared in his life and getting a woman accidently pregnant was one of them.

But that didn’t stop him for cumming inside of her the rest of the times.

But Y/n answered him with a video recording herself taking the pill.

”Just in case you needed proof that I did take the pill.” The camera flips around to her and she smiles brightly before ending the video.

He returned as soon as he could and found her reading quietly in the library. He sat across from her, making small talks because… he didn’t know what else to say.

Other than, he wanted to fuck her again. And again. And again.

He never had any problems initiating it, but with Y/n… he felt like a stupid shy schoolboy with puppy eyes waiting for her to give him the green light.

His stupid leg wouldn’t stop shaking, he was really dying just for her to give him a sign… any sign that they can continue what they started the night before.

“What’s wrong, Ran?” Her voice was teasing, almost like she knew why he was antsy.

The boldness in him switched over and he lets out a frustrated chuckle before leaning back, to show her exactly what was bothering him. The tent between his crotch was prominent, couldn’t miss what was clearly wrong with him.

She bookmarked her page and stood up, holding a hand out to him. “Manjiro will be upset if we had some fun in here.”

. .

Ran stands at the end of the bed after discarding the third condom and stares at Y/n’s naked backside who is clearly fucked out on his bed.

Grabbing the comforters, they had kicked off, he pulls it over her body and then settles in beside her. Pushing her messy fanned out hair aside, “I…” he kisses her nape, “I gotta be on my turf for a few days. So,” he paused, lips pressing against her skin, “will you come with me and stay at my place?”

She shuffled around until she was facing him, her fingers trace along his sharp jaw. He lets out a groan when her thumb pad grazes against his Bonten tattoo on his throat. He noticed she touches it often. “Manjiro is going to be home the next couple of days… I don’t think I’m ready to tell him what we’re doing yet.” She looks into his eyes, “I’m not sure how he is going to take it.” She brushed his hair out of his eyes, “last time he was going to punch you.”

. .

Ran’s life shifted more than 360 degrees since meeting Y/n.

He was totally whooped.

Pussy whooped.

Smile whopped.

Touched whooped.

Just Y/n whooped.

And he didn’t care.

But unfortunately, he had to.

He was in charge of bring Rindou to the house for his surprise birthday party Y/n had planned. His younger brother had no idea and entered the house to only be surprised with the decoration and the confetti being shot at him.

He nearly pulled out his gun at everyone.

“Happy birthday Rindou!” Y/n shouts loudly with a big bright smile.

Ran looks at his brother, he can’t even remember the last time Rindou had a birthday party…

That didn’t involve strippers.

Y/n had wanted to throw him a party, spending time with decoration, food and a cake.

Ran leans on the counter as Y/n places the candles on the cake. “Thank you.”

This was the closest he could get to her without blowing their cover.

She looks at him with a confused look before looking away, before anyone could catch their lingering gaze. “For what?”

“Throwing this for Rin.” He twirls a finger at the whole ordeal. “This is his first birthday party without getting shitfaced.”

Looking towards the dinning table, Rindou was indeed just chatting, more than usual with the other executives and for the first time, not talking about gangs and work.

“Everyone should celebrate their birthdays, no matter how old you are.” She said, focusing on placing thirty-four candles on the cake. Very quietly, she whispers, “you’re staring, Ran.”

He breaks out of his trance and walks over to the fridge, pretending to look inside.

“Okay, it’s ready!” Y/n announces, holding the cake with the lit candles. She turns around to look at Ran, waiting for him to come over before saying, “in 3-2-1… happy birthday to you…”

. .

Ran lays in his bed, one arm behind his head and the other over his naked chest.

It has been over five minutes now since he sent her a text message: is there no work around this promise of yours? I promise… just cuddles…

Did she fall asleep already?

He couldn’t wait to go to settle for the night so he could have his dose of her…

But everyone decided to fucken stay the night and he has promised Y/n and her ridiculous request that they are not allowed to do anything funny if there are others in the house.

Even if they’re the only two on the left-wing side.

His phone buzzed and he quickly checked the message.

Cuddles, only?

His fingers never worked as fast; other than the times they were curled inside of Y/n’s tight pussy.

Yes. Promise. Cuddles only.

The three little dots show up and disappear on his screen, as if she is writing something and then deleting it and repeating it.

Come over or you want me to come over?

Ran never got out of bed so quickly before, throwing his door open and rushing over. He barged into Y/n’s room to find her standing by her bed in a spaghetti strap silk night-dress.

Twisting the lock in place, he walks towards her, only wearing his boxers.

She turns her body towards him, fingers twisting the material at her side. “What if… I want more than cuddles?”

Ran’s heart leaped and so did his cock. His mouth curved into a teasing grin, “are you going to break your own promise?”

She nods her head, a smile creeping on her lips.

He steps forward until he is standing in front of her, “well, who am I to deny you at all?” His finger hooks around her straps, tugging them off her shoulders until the thin materials pool at her feet. He nearly chokes when his eyes lower, noticing she wore not undergarments. “Fuck, you’re killing me already.”

“We’ll have to be quiet… nothing… rough…”

Tilting her chin upwards, he leans down to meet her lips. “Okay, quiet and… soft…”

Her mouth moves hungrily over his, “what are you doing to me, Ran?”

Ran picks her up easily and carries her onto her bed, setting her down and settling in between her legs. “The real question is what are you doing to me? I’m fucken whooped.”

He pulls his boxer briefs down and throws it off the bed. He strokes his already erect cock with one hand and groans, “fuck, do you have condoms over here?”

The look on her face tells him no.

He was about to grab his boxer briefs again to run to his room when she halts him, “I’m on the pill for a week now… we should be safe without a condom… if you’re okay with it. Otherwise, you can… pull out.”

Ran practically went brain dead and his cock took over. He has been dying to fuck her raw.

“Fuck pulling out…” he muttered, hovering over her. He leans down and kisses her, “no going back.” He guides the tip of his cock to her core and slowly pushes until his hips met hers. “Fuck, I miss you.”

Her eyes were shut, mouth ajar and heavy breath escaping. Her nose rubs his in a sweet intimate way. “Ran… Ran I missed you too.”

Ran rocks his hips in a slow and deep rhythm, quiet and soft.

God, he was making love to her.

. .

Ran wakes up to kisses.

“Wake up, you should return back to your room…” Her nose rubs his. “As much as I would love for you to stay here…”

“Fuck them.” He mutters, catching her jaw still so he could kiss her. “One more time?”

She half groan and moan, “Ran… I don’t think I can walk…”

He flips her onto her back, “soft and quiet…”

The knock at her door makes both of them freeze, “Y/n? Y/n are you up?”

“Manjiro.”

“Mikey.”

They both whispered.

“Yes, I’m up.”

“I was wondering if you knew where Ran is. His door is open, but I don’t remember seeing him leave.”

Y/n looks at Ran who shakes his head, “no, I don’t.”

“Okay, I gotta head out so I’ll see you.”

“Okay, bye ‘Jiro!”

They both exhaled after ten seconds when they don’t hear the creak down the hall no more.

Y/n’s head falls back, and she lets out a laugh.

Ran collapse on top of her, nuzzling against her neck. “That was close.” He rubs himself against her. “I’m going to have to go take a cold shower… If Mikey can’t find me, that means Rin can’t find me too and he’ll come hunt me down soon.” He sits up on his knees and he looked do tall just on his knees.

Pushing herself up into a sitting her position, she glances up at him and his hard cock before whispering, “I’ll be quick.”

His eyes bulge out when she reaches forward and starts stroking his cock in both her hands. “Wait… let me sit down.” He collapsed and legs spread out before Y/n takes a spot in between his legs. His breath hitched when she craws closer and before he could register, something warm swirls against the tip of his cock.

Ran’s head rolls back and so did his eyes.

“Fuck,” he swore when she takes part of his cock into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat. “Y/n…”

He looks down and brushes her hair out of the way. When she looks up at him with his cock still in her mouth, he nearly came.

His thumb brushed the tear that escape. “I’m close… I don’t want you to swallow.”

Y/n pulls away, stroking his cock, “you don’t want to cum in my mouth?”

“Oh, I do… but I rather cum inside of you.” He swipes the corner of her mouth. “I very much love cumming inside of you." He guides her upward and onto her back. Spreading her legs, he guides his sensitive, ready to explode cock into her and groans. Her walls squeeze around him, and he gives two lengthy thrusts before he comes undone.

Y/n lets out a quiet whimper, thighs tensing around Ran.

He slides out after a minute. His thumb rubbing her clit as he waits until the thicky milky fluid seeps, “and I love watching it spill out.”

“You’re so nasty,” she giggles, “but I love it.”

. .

Another week of separation.

Ran wasn’t able to return back to the main house since issues seemed have arise one after another.

But his relationship with Y/n has deepen each day.

He wasn’t sure what this warm tingly feeling he felt inside.

He looked forward to her morning and night texts, as well as the rest of the texts throughout the day.

He was always looking at his phone that Rindou was becoming annoyed. Literally any sort of buzzing or notification was always Ran’s phone.

“Are you seeing someone? You have a stupid look on your face.”

As much as he trusts his younger brother, Rindou had no idea about his relationship with Y/n.

“No one, don’t worry about it.”

He’s glad Rindou respected him when it came to personal relationship, because he doesn’t like it when Ran butted into his affairs.

What are you doing now?

Looking at his watch, he couldn’t wait two more hours before he could leave and spend the next three days at the main house.

And bury himself inside of Y/n for the next 72 hours.  

He hated this separation.

The communication may have increased but it wasn’t enough.

Even over a video call.

Ran was never one to have phone sex, but desperate time called for desperate measures.

He enjoyed knowing he was pushing Y/n to do things that made her fluster but knew deep down, she found it sexy playing with herself over the camera just for him.

She loved his dirty talking.

His phone dinged.

A message from Y/n.

I’m having lunch with an old friend.

Something about that made Ran frown.

Oh, who is this?

Her response came through and Ran’s jaw tighten.

Mitsuya Takashi, do you know him? He’s an old friend of Mikey.

. . .

If you're confused, this is the first part

E/N: I love you all. I'll be back.

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