Open Arms

You know what? Fuck you.

*unshrinkies your dinks*

not now sweetie, mommy is watching how the massive girlbossification of female characters has led to the belief that weak and vulnerable female characters are badly written characters because apparently every woman needs to be outspoken and witty and snarky and brave in order to be considered “complex” and have any value in a piece of media!!

A Dangerous Disposition | Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader (NSFW/18+) [Enemies to Lovers]

And I know, I know, I am what I am The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb So darling, will you saturate? (Rain - Sleep Token)

cw: MDNI, fem!reader, pretty much canon!Baji (a little mean, teases reader, cheeky bastard, iykyk), enemies to lovers, secret mutual pining, explicit smut, ptv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (princess, babe, baby), all characters are aged up ; wc: 6.2k auth note: my contribution to the Summertime Madness Collab, hosted by @saccharine-darlin ! this is my first time writing for Baji, so i hope i do him justice for the diehard Baji simps. endless thanks to my beloved loml Dara~ for beta reading this. likes, comments, and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated ! 💙 ~ part of the @enchantedforest-network 🌿

When Emma asked you to come camping with her and the Toman group, you were pretty excited to get away for a night and enjoy time with your friends. Things had been busy with school and work, so a weekend in the woods to breathe in fresh air and clear your head sounded like the perfect stress reliever. 

Until you found out that Keisuke Baji would also be going on the trip. 

It was no secret that you weren’t fond of Baji from the beginning, having been introduced to him by Emma after you ended up going to the same elementary school a long time ago. Baji and Mikey were childhood best friends, so any time you went to the Sano house to hang out with Emma, chances were high that Baji was running around playing with Mikey somewhere. The first time you met Baji, he had nearly crashed into you, chasing Mikey with a toy sword. He didn’t even stop to apologize after almost hitting you, instead scolding you for being in his way. You were dumbfounded by his rudeness, but Emma explained to you that it was just how Baji was, and implored you to ignore him.

But how could you when he often made his presence known? How he often teased you the more you came around? Sometimes he would call you stupid, make faces at you, or hide your belongings until you begged him to give them back. By the time you hit middle school, you offered a truce and to be friends with him, to which he replied that he “already had enough friends.” When you heard that he was failing some of his college courses, you even gave him an offhand comment about tutoring him, getting nothing but a scoff in return. To you, Keisuke Baji was the textbook image of a delinquent. 

He was stubborn, annoying, loud, impulsive, and reckless… and you had to spend the next twenty four hours in the woods with him.

The ride to the camping spot was insufferable, being that you got stuck in the same car as Baji, who talked the entire time. How you wished the radio had been turned up louder, or that you had at least remembered your damn headphones. Thankfully Emma offered to sit between you in the backseat or you might have flung yourself out the window.

Tent pitching was a comical activity, most of them being assembled by either Draken or Mitsuya. Baji, the ever stubborn one, insisted on trying three times before nearly destroying the entire thing and accepting a helping hand. You chose the farthest spot from the short-fused brute in hopes of avoiding him for most of the trip, but Baji knew how to catch your attention, voluntarily or not.

You hated how much you noticed him, ever present in the forefront of your mind. You hated how rich the tone of his voice was, and how it made your palms sweat when he talked to you. In those moments where he made some teasing comment to you, you couldn’t stop your ears from burning when you looked at his smug, beautiful face. You could play it off as rage, but you knew it was a different story. 

The most infuriating part of Keisuke Baji was that you liked him, and you really wished you didn’t.

A simple activity like enjoying s’mores on the fire and friendly banter in the night wasn’t even off limits to Baji’s antics. 

“Need help with that, princess?” God, you hated when he called you that because it was never endearing. 

“No, I’m more than capable of toasting my own marshmallows.”

Of course he wouldn’t leave it there. He had to stand in front of you and lean down while you were sitting patiently waiting for your turn on the fire. “You wanna get toasty together later, hmm?”

You scoffed at his offer. “Kick rocks, Keisuke.”

“Ahh fine,” Baji yielded. “Don’t know what you’re missing.” He tied his hair back in his signature ponytail so as to not singe his hair as he crouched near the fire. Fuck, why did he have to look so gorgeous in the glow of the flames, igniting the amber glow in his eyes, dancing streams of light across his skin…

You could hear Emma begging Mikey to sleep in Baji’s tent because apparently he missed the memo that he wasn’t sharing with Draken. Emma was desperate for alone time with Ken, but Mikey refused on account that Baji “snores like a freight train.” You noticed Mitsuya and Hakkai laugh at the exchange, knowing full well there wasn’t room in their tent. Takemichi and Hina also didn’t have room, and thankfully your friend didn't try to dump her brother on you and make you uncomfortable. 

Soon enough, you felt a raindrop hit your face. “Hey, did anyone check the weather report before we came out here?”

In seconds, everyone else realized it was about to storm with the impending clouds covering the moon and the quickening rainfall.

“Welp, guess it’s time to call it a night,” Draken announced. Emma shot Mikey an annoyed look as she watched him run into the tent she intended for her and Ken.

One by one, everyone retreated into their respective tents as the rain started getting heavier, extinguishing the campfire. You reached your own tent, zipping up the opening just in time before you got too soaked. Some camping trip this was shaping up to be…

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The rain was definitely coming down, and not showing any signs of stopping. The sound of the droplets hitting the top of your tent were keeping you awake, on top of the fact that the temperature dropped, and the ground was getting colder. 

You were shivering in your sleeping bag, praying the storm would pass soon so you had some hope of getting a little rest. You curled yourself up as tight as you could under the thin material and huffed a few breaths onto your hands to try and warm them up. 

Suddenly, through the steady sound of the sheets of rain, you heard something right outside your tent. You peeled your head out from your sleeping bag, but realized you wouldn’t be able to see anything now that the fire was out. Where was that flashlight? Everything was nearly pitch black, and all you could make out was the thin outline of the opening of your tent, zipped up tight. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You could feel damp air entering the small space inside and realized… someone was coming in. You couldn’t help but panic for a moment, hoping it was at least someone in your group of friends and not some deranged murderer that came from the forest. You didn’t even have a weapon. You sat up to defend yourself in whatever capacity you could, and scrambled to find that stupid tiny flashlight you carelessly tossed somewhere inside the tent. Your fingertips found the cold metal and you quickly turned it on and pointed it at the intruder.

“Shhh, it’s me, it’s just me!” It was Keisuke Baji, soaked and holding up his hands in surrender, eyes screwed shut from the sudden burst of light directed in his eyes.

Registering his presence, You lowered the light from his face and let out an exasperated sigh. “Baji, what the fuck? What are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night? You know it’s pouring right?”

“Yeah, thanks, Sherlock,” Baji said with an aggressive tone. There’s a hole in my fucking tent. I had rain dripping on my head and couldn’t sleep, so I had to find somewhere else to go.”

“So you decided on my tent?” You said annoyed. 

There were drops of rainwater falling from the ends of his black hair, and his shirt was damp, sticking to his chest and shoulders. “Look, everyone else is already paired up. You’re the only person that has room.”

He wasn’t lying and you knew it, but dammit did this have to be happening? Baji has annoyed you to hell and back for years now, all the while you fought the deep urges to give into your hidden attraction to the man. You could count the number of times he was actually nice to you on one hand, so why should you do him a favor now?

But proposing another option was escaping you. It was late, and you just wanted to try and get some sleep. You audibly groaned and knitted your brows together. This will have to do.

“Fine… but I don’t have an extra sleeping bag.” You awkwardly shuffled yourself over to the side to give him enough room to relax. “And don’t touch me.”

Baji waved a dismissive hand to you, “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” 

You began situating yourself in your new sleeping spot when your eyes traveled back up to him for a split second, noticing he was now removing his shirt over his head. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“You don’t expect me to sleep in a wet shirt, do you?” Baji used his shirt to try and soak up some moisture from his hair, tossing it in the corner of the tent afterwards.

You were hoping that the light of your flashlight was pointed far enough away from your face for him to notice the way your cheeks were now slightly reddened. Baji wasn’t a bad looking guy– he was actually gorgeous up close, with well defined abs and broad shoulders to match, but you couldn’t feed that into his obnoxious ego. You shook yourself out of the intrusive thoughts clouding your mind as Baji laid himself down on the bottom of the tent.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” you asked.

“Why, you offering some warmth for me, babe?” Baji retorted cheekily.

All you could manage to use as a reply was a scoff, to which Baji let out a dry chuckle. 

“Don’t worry about me, I run pretty warm.”

There he was, completely relaxed with his hands behind his head, half naked and hair splayed out to dry. He wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t talking or being an ass. You clicked the flashlight off and turned over to face away from him, curling into the thin material of your sleeping bag, hoping to be able to sleep for a few hours at least.

Once again, all you were left with was the sound of the ever present rainfall above the tent. You weren’t getting any warmer or more comfortable, so all you did was lay there, huddled and shivering and cursing yourself for not bringing an extra sweatshirt. It must have been at least twenty minutes of torture until Baji spoke again.

“How am I supposed to sleep with you chattering your teeth like that?”

You hadn’t realized that you were, indeed, shivering so hard that your teeth were making the annoying incessant sound inside the confines of the tent. 

“S-sorry,” was all you could manage to get out.

“Don’t be sorry, just… shut up, yeah?” You were about to roll over to smack the attitude out of him, but before you could, you suddenly felt something warm against your back. You craned your neck to look behind you and Baji was now flush against you, arms folded at his chest and his face mere inches from your head. You immediately stiffened. 

“I– I told you not to touch me!” you blurted out.

Baji kept his eyes closed and huffed out a breath of air. “I’m not touching you– The sleeping bag is between us. Just trying to warm you up for both of our sakes.”

You took a moment to process his action. He was… almost cuddling you. There were no entangled limbs or any closeness other than his body heat traveling from him to the material wrapped around your back. And you could feel yourself beginning to relax, it was comforting, and not as unbearable as you thought. Though, it could just be the desperation for warmth to fall asleep that was accepting his position against you. You didn’t give any response to his justification. You lay there, still facing away from the one person you had wished wasn’t in your tent right now.

But was that true?

You were attracted to Baji, despite his shit personality. It was unfair how beautiful he was, having been captivated by his presence one too many times when he wasn’t looking, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together thinking about how nice it would be if he were between them. And now you knew he was warm, and your body had an involuntary craving for more of it. For more of him.

A few aching minutes went by, and you could hear Baji clear his throat. He hadn’t fallen asleep yet, despite you ceasing to chatter your teeth.

“Still not asleep?” you ask weakly.

There was a short pause from behind you. “Nope.”

Dammit, what are you doing? You sat up and unzipped the side of your sleeping bag. “Get in.”

“Huh? Get in what?” 

“In the sleeping bag, dummy,” you said sternly. “It’s… just to help the both of us, right?”

It was still extremely dark, even with the slight adjustment your eyes developed to the shadows of the night, so you couldn’t tell what kind of face Baji was making at you. You imagined it was pretty incredulous, though.

“But you said–”

“I know what I said, but just… look, I’m trying to be nice here!” You were frustrated with yourself for giving into this weakness that Baji somehow had over you despite his undesirable tone. This was a stupid idea. Every time you tried to be nice to Baji, he threw it back in your face or shoved it off altogether. Why would things change now?

You started to hear shuffling around and felt more warmth enter your space. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t make any snide remark, laugh at your kindness, or tell you that you were stupid. He was actually doing what you suggested, sharing your sleeping bag.

Oh fuck, you were sharing your sleeping bag.

“Ya know,” Baji started, trying to shuffle himself inside the small enclosed blanket with you, “you must own the smallest damn sleeping bag they make.” It was proving to be quite the task– He was basically on top of you, his damp tendrils of hair wisping at your face as he scrunched himself against you. Now it was warm, way too warm. 

You felt your body react immediately to the close proximity as it suddenly remembered how to create body heat. It started at your face and your ears, then moved down to your chest to stoke the fire within its cavity, creeping down to your core where you could now feel slick against your panties. Thank god it’s dark.

Baji was trying to pull the zipper of the sleeping bag back up when you placed your hand on his chest. “Baji, it’s fine don’t w–” You stopped mid sentence because you forgot that he tossed his shirt somewhere in the tent, and you were touching his bare chest. 

Baji froze as well, looming over you and not moving so much as a muscle. But the only muscle he couldn’t control was his heart, and you could feel it beating a mile a minute through his hot skin. You could have removed your hand from him… but you kept it there for a few long moments. If the rain hadn’t been so damn loud, you swore you’d be able to hear his heartbeat.

“Baji… is everything alright?” you hesitantly asked.

“Uh… yeah, why?” he responded with a hint of feigned confidence.

“It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Is something…” you trailed off and silently pondered the one question you had brewing in your mind. Was he nervous to be this close to you?

He was silent, barely breathing at this point, and you couldn’t even see his face through the thick darkness. 

“You don’t actually hate me… do you?” you pried. All these years of his teasing and too-good-for-you attitude seemed to shatter at that very moment. His heart beating like a nervous schoolboy and flinching at your question.

“I… I never hated you.” 

“Well then what the fuck, Keisuke?!” You were annoyed now. How could he face you like this and pretend like he didn’t pick on you since you two were kids? The only reason you had such bitterness towards him was because his jesting and taunting were uncalled for from the start. You had hoped you and Baji could have been friends if he had shown a shred of kindness toward you. 

“And what about you?” Baji retorted, “You’ve been just as horrible to me for as long as I can remember. You’re not innocent here, princess.”

You scoff at the shadow above you. “You get what you give, Keisuke. Isn’t that the way it goes? I was only returning what you’ve given to me since the moment I met you.” You pushed your palm harder against his hard chest and heaved a sigh. “If you had just been nicer to me, we could have been friends.”

“Tch,” Baji exhaled sharply. “So that’s it, just want me to be nice to ya, huh?”

“Yes! That’s all I’ve ever want—“ 

A soft pair of lips interrupted you, damp hair resting on your cheeks and cascading onto your neck. Baji kissed you with so much want, that excited heartbeat fluttering under your fingertips. Part of you wanted to push his face away, but the other was willingly accepting the sudden gesture. It was a battle inside you waiting to see which side would win, confused and frustrated about how you should react. 

But you were kissing him back, gently carding your fingers through his messy hair and pulling him into you. His lips felt warm and velvety, not at all what you were expecting from the rough exterior of him. One of his calloused hands sneaking under your shirt to rub tender circles on your hip bone, his touch tickling your nerves with every point of contact.

Baji pulled back, and you were both left to catch your breath. A small chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You don’t actually hate me either, huh?”

Your face felt like it was on fire, your cheeks more than likely flushed to hell and back for reciprocating his advance, but in this current moment you just couldn’t care to fight him off. “Shut up, Keisuke–”

This time it was you that kissed him, pulling him back down to your eager mouth, wanting to taste more. His tongue begged entrance to meet with yours, brushing against your bottom lip. Your lips parted to let him in, allowing your wet muscles to become acquainted with each other. You unashamedly drank him in with fervor, trying to pull him in even closer. 

You were chest to heaving chest now, swelling breaths in between each hot kiss. His hand pushed your shirt up ever so slightly and you felt more of your skin make contact with his, burning as they brushed against each other. There was a fire beginning to light in your core, an itch desperate to be scratched. 

Baji’s mouth trailed down to your neck, nipping and biting with alarmingly sharp teeth that sent shivers down your spine, your arms wrapping around him, feeling his flexing back muscles. Everything was so hot, a stark contrast to the way you were feeling not even an hour ago. The air around the two of you was palpable, you could almost taste the moisture in the air from the rainstorm outside, all the heavy panting camouflaged by the white noise of nature.

“God, it’s so fucking hot,” you breathed out in frustration. You could feel sweat forming on your skin.

Baji licked at one of the marks he presumably placed on your neck. “Already warmed up then?” He pulled at the neckline of your shirt with his teeth. “Care if I take this off? Can’t have you passin’ out on me.” 

You lifted your arms to allow him to pull your shirt over your head, freeing your chest now damp with sweat and you found some relief from the way he pulled the zipper of the sleeping bag all the way open so you both could get some air. 

Baji seemed to give you a few moments to breathe in the coolness of the tent, all while shifting himself between your legs, sliding his rough hands along your thighs in what felt like an attempt to sooth you. He was actually being nice, exuding patience you didn’t know he had.

“Better now?” he asked after a pause.

“Yeah… I think I’m okay now.” It was easier to breathe, to think, and process what the hell was happening between you and someone you now knew had no actual hatred for you. Of course, you didn’t hate him either, the years-long charade being broken down right before you in this small tent so far away from your actual lives. You considered that this might not even be real, but a strange dream about the man you’ve pined for in the most muted tone you could manage for all these years.

Baji’s hands traveled further up your body in the dark, gingerly grasping at parts of you that you were suddenly realizing you wished he had touched way before now. His touch was heavy, weighted, like the sheets of rain coming down from the sky above this bubble that was created for just the two of you.

“Do you know where that flashlight is?” you hear him ask above you.

“What? Why are you asking?”

Baji chuckled, grazing his hands up your torso, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra under your now discarded shirt. “‘Cause I wanna see your tits.”

If only he could see your deadpanned face. “Oh, real romantic there, Romeo.”

The truth was you felt comfort in this darkness. This was a dangerous disposition you found yourself in, having this infuriating man roaming your body like you’ve always silently dreamed of, knowing it could be a turning point in this tumultuous friendship. It would only get worse if you could actually see him, those beautiful raven locks that frame his face, slightly damp skin and abs cut from marble like a statue that you couldn’t help but want to glide your delicate fingers over… 

The smart thing to do would be to stop what you were doing before you got tangled in this lustful coil he was creating with every second of contact made with your skin. But you liked it far too much to act on any thought of stopping him right now.

Baji then moved his hands over your breasts, pawing at them with his two large hands, kneading them softly. You exhaled a sigh reacting to his touch, squirming at his fingers that were slightly pinching your perk nipples. 

“Well, they feel nice at least,” he said. Did he just… compliment you? That’s a first.

From this angle you could feel his hips against your ass, and he was growing harder by the second, pushing against your core through your clothing. You were reeling from the contact, and you wanted, no– needed more. You hips bucked into his, getting a taste of the friction you were dying for. Your hands reached for him, finding his thighs and tugging at his shorts.

“Keisuke… touch me more,” you whined in a hushed breath.

He managed a quiet laugh and moved his hands to the waistband of your shorts. “Heh, someone’s needy.” He removed your shorts and your panties in one fell motion. You were now completely bare, feeling the cool air of the night wash over you, shuddering at the sensation over the pooling slick between your thighs.

Before you could respond to his taunt at your impatience, Baji had already placed the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, applying pressure and languidly moving it in small circles. A whimper left your lips, an involuntary response to the new sensation flooding your pleasure center. You could feel the knot in your stomach intensifying with each clockwise rotation of his thumb.

You then felt his other hand press into your slick folds, two fingers teasing your entrance. You were squirming under his touch instantly and sighing through the waves of dopamine hitting your brain. Without warning, Baji let his fingers enter you, slowly dragging them along your walls and earning a long hard moan from your chest.

“Shit, babe, you tryin’ to wake everyone up?” he asked, while continuing his movements inside your core and playing with your little bud, effectively causing you to moan louder. “You want them all to wonder who’s in here making you feel good, huh?”

“K-Keis–hah…” Baji was now curling his fingers up into the one spot that was guaranteed to have you folding at his touch. How did he find it so quickly? Your whimpers and pants were cutting through the steady thrum of rain outside. 

Baji was using his hips to press his hand as close as possible to your cunt, now down to the last knuckle, the movement of his fingers sending you into euphoria. You felt yourself getting closer to orgasming, the pitch of your voice getting higher with every stroke of Baji’s fingers. 

He could feel your walls clenching down on his digits, you were getting slicker by the second and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself for getting you so worked up already. 

“What do you say, sweetheart? You gonna cum for me already?” he asked coyly, knowing in a second that you wouldn’t have any choice. 

Almost on cue, you felt the tightness in your core snap and felt a rush of intangible pleasure flow over you, placing your hands over your mouth so your moaning wouldn’t wake anyone up. Baji kept his pace for a few moments, helping your high ride out as long as he could get it to. God he was good with his hands. 

It was hard to tell how long it took for you to come down, being brought back to reality by the sudden emptiness of your now soaked pussy, Baji having hastily removed his fingers from you. You sat up in the darkness, hands reaching for the man responsible for the best orgasm you’ve had in a while, and you realized he was standing up.

“Keisuke, where are you–?”

“Relax, babe,” you heard him say above you. “I’m just getting even with you.” You could hear a shuffling of fabric and something fall off to the side of the sleeping bag. Baji’s hands returned to your thighs and his body heat engulfed you once again as he hovered above you, realizing he was now just as naked as you. You could feel the tip of his cock teasing through your slick folds, gasping from the sensitivity from your orgasm just a moment ago.

Baji trailed kisses up your neck, his still slightly damp hair tickling your chest. “I’ve always wanted to know just how good this pussy felt,” His hot breath fanned over your cheek now, his lips moving to the shell of your ear. “You gonna stop being stubborn and let me fuck you real good?”

Almost on instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. “Y-yes. Need you, Kei…”

“Heh… good,” Baji pushed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and it required little effort for him to get half of his length inside you on account of how soaked you were. A saccharine sound left your lips, and a hiss from Baji still in your ear as he slowly rocked his hips to sheath himself inside you. “‘Cause I need you too.”

You thought your heart might burst from your chest at his words. His tone was dripping with desire, husky and rough as if he had trouble admitting it. Baji picked up his pace, dragging his cock eagerly along your walls that were already hugging him with such force that it made both of you resound pleasured moans into each other’s ears. 

“Keisuke… fuck–” you whined, overwhelmed by his intense thrusts. The sound of the rain over the thin material of the tent was now being washed out by the sound of skin lewdly slapping together, the squelching of your cunt, and an orchestra of grunts and breathy whines.

“Heh, nice to hear you– whinin’ for me, instead of– bitchin’ at me,” Baji said. How was it even possible for this man to keep annoying you while making your pussy spasm repeatedly? You hastily carded your fingers through his disheveled hair, gripping at his tendrils, and yanked his head back, earning a pained grunt from him.

“Dammit, Kei, would you– mmph… just shut up and fuck me?” As nice as his voice sounded tonight, his mouth was still getting on your nerves. 

“Tch, whatever you want, princess,” Baji grabbed your wrists and pulled them from his hair, shoving them above your head and holding them together with one of his large hands. The other moved its way to one of your thighs, which he pushed to open your legs wider for better access to your slick cunt.

He set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours with so much aggression you had half a mind to think he would leave bruises. But fuck, this was exactly what you wanted– you’ve dreamt about Baji fucking the daylights out of you, pleasuring yourself wishing it were him, and imagining how that vexatious attitude of his could be channeled into an act of animalistic dominance over your willing body. 

It was becoming nearly impossible to stay quiet enough with how rough Baji was slamming his cock into you, kissing his tip to your cervix and angling himself to hit that perfect spot. You were biting your bottom lip so hard you could have been drawing blood, letting out painful whimpers as you were rhythmically pushed across the hard ground below you with each hard thrust. 

Baji tightened his grip on your wrists above your head, his face just above yours, letting his hair curtain around your head. He was being just as loud, sharp grunts and low moans leaving his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. “This what you wanted, baby? Wanted me to fuck you dumb?”

“Y-yes– Kei, s’good… unnh!” Words were difficult when he was seemingly pushing the air from your lungs as he continued pounding into your core, your pussy like a vice around his cock as you were nearing your next orgasm.

You struggled against Baji’s restraint on your wrists, wanting to touch him in some capacity, to pull him closer, to get more friction where you needed it. “Keisuke– ‘m so close, please–”

As if he understood exactly what you were begging for, he released his hold on your thigh and shoved his hand between the two of you, returning his thumb to its previous position at your puffy clit. “Yeah? F-Fuck– let it out, baby. Cum for me–”

The rough pad of his thumb swiped over your sensitive bundle and you were tumbling over the edge. The wave about to hit was bigger than the first, your fists clenching above your head, and your pussy clenching down on Baji’s cock like it made a home inside of you. 

Your moans were speedily about to turn into screams, unable to control your volume and alert everyone around you that you were having the best orgasm of your life, until Baji’s lips crashed into yours before you could raise the alarm to the rest of the camp, swallowing every sound into his hot mouth with pleasure. His thumb continued to work at your clit, grinding his hips into you so forcefully while you tried to kiss him back. Your eyes were rolling back, completely thrown by the prolonged ecstasy as Baji helped you cum for as long as possible.

You were starting to sense a falter in his hips as you began coming down from your second high, now aware that he was close to his own release, and you enveloped your legs around his waist and slightly bucked your hips to writhe against his.

“Fuuuck, you’re– squeezing me so… damn tight,” Baji breathed between clenched teeth. His thumb abandoned your clit to prop himself against his forearm, hanging his head in the crook of your neck now. He was close, a faint stutter in his movement told you all you needed to know.

You leaned into his ear, still rocking your hips to keep his cock dragging along your rigid walls. “C’mon, Kei, your turn–  haah… cum in me.” You whined so sweetly into his ear that you felt his breath hitch and he immediately released your wrists still pinned above your head.

“Oh, fuck–” Baji let out a throaty groan, bracing himself with a fistful of your hair. You wince slightly, but resigned to encase him in your arms, pressing your nails into his flesh of his muscular shoulders as he thrusted one last time, shooting his seed deep within your cunt, his cock twitching with the pulse of you still squeezing him until he unloaded every last bit of cum inside you.

Your fingers threaded into the roots of his hair, now damp from sweat instead of rain, both of you heaving to gather oxygen back into your lungs. You scratched gently at Baji’s scalp, making him quietly groan into your neck, nuzzling his nose into the space under your jaw. It felt… uncharacteristic, alien, and a bit off-putting… but it also felt nice. 

Baji pulled himself out of you with care and slumped down in the space next to you, slinging an arm over you and pulling you just a bit closer to him.

“Shit, I didn’t think that pussy was ever gonna let me go,” he quietly laughed to himself, clearly exhausted.

You didn’t feel like putting up a fight to his brazen remark. “Yeah, well, all good things must come to an end, right?”

“Do they, though?” Baji offered weakly.

“Keisuke…” You almost stiffened at his question. Were things going to change from here on out? Was he suddenly going to stop being the insufferable bastard you’ve known him to be almost your entire lives? It was difficult to imagine that Keisuke Baji would do a 180 spin just because you’ve had sex.

Baji didn’t seem to push the subject or have an appropriate response to you. “So… you wanna spoon now?”

That you did react to, giving him a light slap on the chest and a giggle from your own. But you silently accepted his offer, turning onto your side away from him, allowing him to pull your frame against his chest, feeling delicate kisses being peppered to your bare shoulder.

“Don’t let me feel that thing poking me in the morning,” you chuckled.

Baji pulled you closer, feeling his breath on the back of your neck. “I like hearing you laugh, ya know,” he said into your hair.

For some reason, you couldn’t find a response to something that wasn’t an insult. You found yourself suddenly so comfortable, so content, that the sound of the rain above you was finally lulling you to sleep.

|||

You woke up to sounds of chatter outside the tent, opening your eyes to bright sunshine cutting through the material. Baji was snoring behind you, not as bad as Mikey described it, but almost… cutely. 

You turned over to take a good look at him in the light– he was peaceful, contrasted to the normal scowl he usually had, his brows were relaxed, eyes soft, mouth slightly agape with his signature canine tooth poking out with every soft breath. His lashes kissed his face, and his messy black hair concealed small parts of his features that you’ve rarely seen up close. He really was beautiful… and you were right. Seeing him like this was very dangerous.

You softly moved his hair out of his face, stirring him slightly awake. Baji grumbled and squeezed his eyes shut, and he pulled your naked figure into his, resting your chest directly in his face.

“Shit, this is nice,” he muffled into your breasts.

“Keisuke,” you chimed, trying not to give him too hard of a time for being… well, Baji.

“You should let me wake up like this every morning,” he sighed.

You grabbed some of his hair and yanked his mouth out of your cleavage. “You know… everyone else seems to be awake already.”

“And?”

“We’re gonna have to walk out of this tent, together…” you pointed out, a tinge of worry in your voice.

He cracked open one of his amber irises to look up at you, “What are you so worried about? I’m sure they won’t even notice.”

Keisuke Baji couldn’t have been more wrong.

Once you both got somewhat dressed and put together to emerge from your tent, everyone’s eyes were boring holes into you and Baji.

He offered the explanation that his tent was leaking water to the group, and you couldn’t miss the look that Emma was giving you, silently asking the question you really hoped she wouldn’t ask.

“Alright, princess, let’s get these tents packed up,” Baji announced. That pet name sounded… different now. 

You ascertained that the two of you had a lot of talking to do when you returned home.

xx

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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

SEMMM !! what are you thoughts on hard dom villain zuku ?? 🥺 he makes my pussy cream <33

i want to write an entire series on this bc there’s stages, i feel

at first, you’re collateral damage—some friend of a friend of a hero. you’re bait. tied up to some villain lair chair all pretty. he probably thinks you’re stupid for trying to fidget free. even if you did, he’d just toss you over his shoulder and drag you back.

but then, you won’t shut up. you’re chatty when you’re nervous. asking deku all these questions about where he’s taken you, his villain name, his suit—you’re dumb if you think a little conversation is g’na stall him of what he plans to do with you. but in the least, he’ll entertain you. but it’s more like he’s entertained by you.

mmm thinking of something like beauty n the beast—he’s had you in his clutches for a while now. you rarely see him, but when you do he treats you fairly well. he’s not violent—with you, at least. but you’ve seen him trudge in covered in blood and muck. you’ve, by complete accident, you swear, seen deku rip his suit off and let the water rinse him clean.

he’s not violent with you. but he is dastardly. you fight often, both of you get heated so quickly. and it’s his villain instinct to antagonize you. he’s mocking. he’s cruel. it makes you want to hit him. and maybe one day, you do—uncontrolled, seething, your hand’s slamming into his cheek before you even know it.

n’ then it’s his turn—wild green eyes and a grinning mouth are all you see. his hands wrap around your wrists, n then back, back, back. he’s folding you down, holding you still beneath him as he mounts you. that’s the first time you realize how much strength he could lord over you, if he really wanted to.

things take a nicer turn when he comes stumbling in after a particularly bad ass whooping. and, while watching deku grunt and growl in pain brings a smile to your face, something soft in you wants t’help him. so you do. coo at him real gentle while slathering his cuts in alcohol, heh. it’s supposed to be a small justice for your dislike of him—but this is when it strikes you that he’s a marvel. a sight to behold. you’ve been holding your breath since you realized how much bandage it takes to fully wrap around his stupid arm. the expanse of his back, the thickness of his waist—nearly every inch of skin covered in scars and scratches.

you’re so painfully attracted to him. the worst man on earth. what does that say about you? and even still, you can’t help the way your mind drifts. when the two of you are alone—it’s hard to not think of what he could do with you, what you want him to do with you. by your lonesome, in the dark of night, your fingers wander—pinch at your nipples and rub sweet circles into your clit. mouth opened in silent pleads for izuku to come do it for you. his hands are bigger. his fingers are thicker. rougher. he’d feel so good.

n’ while you put him back together (he never really fell apart), deku revels in everything you give him, even if it hurts. eyes fluttered shut under the soothing press of your little fingers against him. he adores your attention. i’m sure of it, as touch starved and lonely as he probably is. and he knows you’re talking to him, your nagging swirls in the back of his mind. there’s so much of you to focus on, to enjoy for himself.

even on his deathbed (not really) he’s still so condescending! doesn’t even spare you a look when he sighs, “can’t you tell daddy’s too tired to talk right now, sweetheart?”

i hate him <\3

i think the fucking wld happen gradually.

the first time, he comes home crazed and desperate. stalks around until he finds you in his room, on his bed. not doing anything particularly incriminating, but then you let it slip that you’ve missed him. you’ve been missing him. and you can only gasp when deku gets a hand on your pants and tugs em up to your knees. you roll back as presses his other hand against the back of your thighs, keep your legs in the air—out of my way.

being vulnerable like that, it makes izuku wanna ruin you.

gahhh deku moans when he gets his first taste of you. mind cloudy with the quirk of some stupid villain he had a scuffle with—because everyone has it out for the number one. heroes and criminals, alike. his body’s on fire and all he can think about is you. you, in a hundred different positions, making a hundred different faces. nose scrunched up and mouth watering with drool while izuku drags his cock in and out of you. on your side, your leg raised up to his chest like an animal. on your back, ankles over his shoulders. on your tummy, hips reared back like you’re in heat.

izuku makes you cum in his mouth until fat tears roll down your cheeks. until you’re tugging at his hair n’ trying to roll away—and even then, izuku catches you by the hip and licks you out just like that, while you tremble on your side, torn between bucking down against his face and writhing up to escape the merciless sucks to your clit.

then he’s dragging you to eat it from the back. then, he’s sitting you on his face. deku holds you still so he can eat in peace, and if you try wiggling away, the palm of his hand smacks right along the curve of your booty—fast, and hard, and cruel. and he’ll keep spanking you until you settle down >:(

it’s baby steps with him, i think. weeks after weeks of bein’ defiled by his tongue in so many different ways. n’then he works you up to bein’ split open and stretched on his stupidly big fingers. takes a while before he’s ready to fuck you. call it chivalry, if you will.

h-hard dom deku does have some toys for you, though 🥺 likes to mess around with bondage, i think..

the prince [2]

✢summary: what happens when your husband brings home a son that is not yours?

✢tags: arranged marriage gojo satoru x reader, reader is a clan kid, she’s v traditional, obvious cat and jon snow references

✢tw: implications of cheating, mentioned abuse, misogyny ig, fanfic gojo, ooc gojo

✢ a/n: here's part 2! i'd like to emphasize that depsite this being a gojo x reader fic, the main realationships i'll be focusing on are y/n and the kids gojo brings home lmao. also im raw dogging the lore as we go so if there are any inconsistencies, please lmk. as always, have fun and lmk what you think!

i don’t do taglists.

part one ✢ masterlist

If it were up to you, you would have shut the gates of the Gojo estate as soon as the child entered the grounds, but your husband had given him the the maids so quickly that you’re sure they have spread the word around already. You could hear the rumors in your head. Gojo Satoru has brought home a child out of wedlock. Gojo Y/N is barren. Gojo Satoru has a mistress.

You expected Gojo to be frantic, stumbling over his words in explanation as to why he has a son- it was his son, there was no doubt about that- reassuring you about his vows remain unbroken, or whatever else but silence. You are silent too as you watch the child get scurried away by the estate staff to scrub the dirt off his face and to get a change of clothes.

Even as he is being escorted away from you, his cursed energy did not fade. You feel it like how everyone feels Gojo’s, but more raw and untamed. Whoever this child is, it is Gojo Satoru reborn again. 

Silence. Silence is what took the Gojo estate into a chokehold as the maids finish bathing the child and then put him in a spare bedroom a good distance away from yours. The maids must think you resent him. 

Satoru pretends like everything is the same as if the boy had been there since the beginning. During the first night, you watch with a blank face as the cake you've baked for him is eaten by the child. Neither the boy nor Satoru expresses their gratitude towards you. You doubt they even know you baked it.

To his credit, Satoru had treated the child better than you had expected. He is blossoming into fatherhood, you realize and you feel the rage and anger burn in your stomach.

He pats the boy's head and messes his hair, before pointing to his own messy mane exclaiming, "See? We match!"

Satoru had tried to include you in conversations with the boy, even daring to seat him on his right at meals. Satoru would blab after seeing the child gobble mochi. "Mochi is Y/N's favorite too!" He turns to look at you with a bright smile. "Right, Y/N?"

You want to point out that the boy had gobbled everything served to him, but you just give a brief nod.

At night, you sleep like a log- rigid, straight, and quiet. Satoru, on the other hand, remains comfortable, snoozing the day's exhaustion behind him.

Tonight will be the same as it has been for the past few weeks. You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, wondering if your reflection is the perfect example of a foolish woman. How stupid of you to think he was different.

There was nothing but quiet as you prepare yourself to sleep, brushing your hair quietly. You hear the door creak but you do not turn and greet him with a smile like you used to.

“I expected you to be more emotional about this,” came Satoru's words beside you. Me too, you want to reply but held your mouth shut.

You had expected yourself to scream, and let your anger flow through your voice. You wanted to cry until your tears were dry and there wasn't any left. Neither you nor Satoru would be surprised if you use your technique against him in a fit of fury, and if you truly knew your husband, you know he'd take your anger like it was penance. You want to be the fire that burns him badly. But you did none of those.

You are as cold as their blue eyes. You are quiet.

You continue to brush your hair.

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" offers Satoru. "Just say the word, and I will."

You blink in surprise. You meet his eyes in the mirror. Satoru looks nonchalant in his posture with his hands in his pockets. But the fact that his glasses were nowhere to be seen tells you he is not joking.

Your ears recall the promise he made months ago. My wife, my equal. A promise to try, to try to be happy to spite everyone who was determined to make your lives miserable. 

The sudden exhaustion hit you, your shoulders slumping from your previous postures. You lean back, letting your nape rest on the back of the chair. You stare at the ceiling, your head forbidding you to forget how the child looked like. White hair. Blue eyes. You hear Satoru sigh somewhere near you. You hear his footsteps come. From your peripheral, you see his figure beside you. A feather-like hesitant hand touches your shoulder. “I was not unfaithful to you.”

Satoru moves to kneel in front of your sitting figure. He reaches out to your head, and touches his forehead against yours. You find yourself looking up at his eyes, the same shade of eyes that he shares with the child. His hands cradle your face, desperate for you to believe him. “Please. Please, Y/N.”

You remain silent. 

“You’re the only one I have left, Y/N, please.” He begs. There are tears threatening to spill down to his pretty face, and you find some sick satisfaction in them.

That is not true. Your husband has his clan, his estate servants, his high school friends, and his teachers. It is you that has no one but him. By your culture’s traditions, you do not belong to your clan anymore. You know that some elders have begun to doubt their choice in choosing you as the wife of Gojo Satoru with the obvious lack of children, but with the sudden appearance of Gojo-sama’s bastard child, they might annul your marriage by force- or, god forbid, cast you aside for another, more fertile woman.

You do not wish to share your thoughts, but your husband grips your head so desperately. You have made a god beg.

“I know.” You say. The child may be young, but he was old enough to walk and talk small phrases on his own. He must be at least two years old. The child is older than your marriage.

His shoulders immediately drop in relief before quickly detangling himself from you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He slides his head to hide in your neck and like instinct, you welcome him wrapping your hands around his waist.

"Where would you leave him?" You manage to ask, still not believing his offer.

"The cabin," he says. You can see the cracks on your husband now. You spot his hand making a fist inside his pockets, like it pains him to speak. “The one by Nagasaki, remember? I’ll send a maid and give him money every month. We can send him right now. The maids will not say anything outside the estate, not if I threaten to chop their tongues off. We can send him off with a caretaker to a cabin somewhere and leave him there. I- I can visit him a few times a year- just to make sure he’s fine.”

You blink. You did not expect Satoru to offer that. You let the fantasy linger in your head. You imagine the boy’s life so far- abandoned by his mother and unknown by his father. Children do not understand things the way older people do, so it is up to the adults to help and explain certain things. But he has not had an adult in his life before. Would you be happy if you were left alone in the cabin in the middle of the woods with no one but a caretaker for company? Better yet- will the caretaker even stay to care for him without anyone around?

That sounds incredibly lonely, you realize. The premise sounds all too familiar to you- an empty house with no one but servants. But this boy will only get one.

He needs people to protect him, but you are unsure if you’d like to. Your instincts tell you to agree, get rid of the boy before he becomes more of a threat.

“Satoru,” you say slowly, thinking of your next words carefully. “He is just child. He is no danger to me.”

You hold your breath, suprised to hear the words out of your mouth. From your lap, Satoru holds your gaze- piercing eyes trying to read your mind. If he caught your lie he does not show it.

"Are you sure?"

No. "Yes."

-

Hiroki. Satoru had names him Gojo Hiroki.

He spends most of his days inside the estate surrounded by maids or inside his room playing with the toys you off-handedly ordered the day after he arrived. The maids gush about him already, the older ones excitedly murmuring how the little lord acts so much like your husband as a child. You would be a fool not to agree.

Hiroki runs barefoot through the estate, tracking mud on precious tatami floors before a servant finally catches him. He likes people, likes the maids and the servants, and thus has migrated to the kitchen a few weeks after his arrival like he was addicted to places were people are the most. He draws. He draws so much it’s almost ridiculous. You could have a library full of childish scribbles.

Like your husband, he devours his dessert the best before any dish. He eats mochi, ice cream, cookies and whatever sweets there are on the table like it was his last meal. You recall one of the maids gasp as a drop of cream lands on your cheek when he slammed his fork in his cake. 

Satoru is free in his affection for the boy, unexpectedly flourishing in fatherhood. He remains firm in his belief that children should be children and makes an effort to see Hiroki out. Satoru becomes known to sneak the child away from the estate to parks, to mini-vacations you begrudgingly join after Satoru’s incessant pestering. And of course- school. Hiroki made history once again when Satoru announced his decision to enroll Hiroki in a totally normal, public Japanese preschool.

You realize that Satoru was meant to be a father. And one good one at that. It brings you comfort that any children that he is at least good to his son after he confessed his plan to be a teacher after graduation.

Tokyo’s jujutsu highschool would be blessed with his presence, thought one of Satoru’s female seniors would disagree.

“Yo, Y/N-chan,” came a voice.

You twist your body over to the source of the voice, and your face lights up at the sight of a familiar face. “Getou-san!”

If Satoru's presence is an overwhelming force, making everyone and everything bow to him as if he is god, Getou is a dark, uneasy, slinking feeling. His cat-like features morph into a happy expression with a polite smile on his lips.

“Is there a mission today?” You ask as Getou comes nearer. Satoru would try his best to keep any of his classmates away from his estate, but there is nothing he can hide from Getou and Shoko. "Can I come?"

After you had let slip that you wanted to become a licensed sorcerer, Satoru had made it a habit to sneak you into some missions with Getou. You had fretted about the technical legalities and questioned the safety of the public when an inexperienced sorcerer like you enter the battlefield but Satoru merely shrugged and simply gestured to his best friend. We're the strongest!

Getou leans his shoulder on the wall. "Nope, not this one Y/N."

“I see,” you say, failing to hide your disappointment. Sometimes you wonder why you enjoy the missions so much. Was it the thrill of doing something you never would? Perhaps it was the freedom of it all, unleashing your power to poor curses who quiver beneath your feet?

Your ears perked at a familiar high pitched laugh, and your eyes immediately lock to the window where Hiroki soon runs across. He has dried soil on his feet. His pale hair is slicked back with sweat and it glistens against the sun like snow.

A maid forces a laugh in panic as she tries to catch him with his shoes on one hand.

Away from him. That’s why you enjoy it.

Getou follows your line of sight. “How is he?”

You glare at him. “How would I know?”

Everyone knows that Hiroki is a taboo topic if it’s within your earshot, lest they want the you in a foul mood. But Getou does not shy away from his question and only raises an eyebrow, calling your bluff.

“You’re telling me you do not know your own household?”

“The garden is his place,” you sigh., and admitting it felt like defeat. “He likes the grass on his feet and likes big spaces. He gets angsty when a room is too small.”

“Mmhm,” Getou agrees. “Did you know Satoru plans to enroll him in a daycare?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “In a- what?” You shriek. “He has a dozen of servants here willing to serve him-! Does he even realize the risk he’s putting the boy in? Assassins, curses, cursed users…” you trail off, remembering your own childhood. It was strange to be surrounded by servants but feeling so alone at the same time. “I see.” A daycare meant potential friends, friends that you never got to have. “Does…does the boy like it at least?”

“Me?” Getou barks out a surprised laugh. “Shouldn’t you know that?”

You glare at him. Getou meets your gaze unapologetically, almost as if he was challenging you. Finally, he sighs. “Have you ever talked to him at least?”

You roll your eyes. Your sharp tone echoes around the room. “And why would I do that? He is no concern to me.”

"He needs you."

"He does not need me," you snap, suddenly impatient for Satoru to come out of wherever he’s hiding so Getou and him can go. “He will resent me when he’s older, I know it.”

You have seen this same scene over and over again. Children and the wife of the husband do not get along. Both suffer at the existence of the other. This is the fate that Satoru had subjected you to. This is the fate you have set upon yourself when you refused to send him away. You wonder if your kindness will cost you one day.

“Well,” Getou shrugged nonchalantly. “You haven’t given him any reason to like you either.”

You opened your mouth to retort, only to be interrupted by Satoru.

“Getouu,” he whined, comically trudging towards his best friend with a hunched back. “Why are you so early?”

You see Getou open his mouth to reply, but you are lost in your head. You watch Getou ignore Satoru’s childish gimmicks, already dragging him out of the room and towards the door. You feel Satoru kiss your cheek before waving goodbye, but your head was in a daze mindlessly repeating Getou’s words. You feel shiver creep down your spine before shifting your gaze towards the garden where Hiroki’s presence was last.

-

thank you so much for reading guys! i’d love to hear all criticisms and suggestions for this universe <33 please lmk through comments :>

here’s my masterlist

my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor

FREAK IN THE SHEETS !

pairing: choso kamo x fem!reader

summary: who knew the younger quiet and shy colleague you had a crush on was such a freak in the sheets.

content: 7.8k, office au, fluff, smut, big dick!choso, degradation, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, breast play, creampie, dumbification, choking, dacryphilia, cunnilingus (fem. + male. receiving), fingering, squirting, reader does pass out in the end, choso likes to embarrass you

note: this, i fear, is absolute gold and i just absolutely ADORE this, please show this lots of love, i beg <333 this has not been proof read so very sorry if there's typos!

It’s the same onslaught of work every single day. Sorting papers, filing documents, arranging meetings. There’s nothing new in your normal 9 to 5 day. You never thought that all your years of education would lead you to a boring office job stuck slaving away but here you are. Despite all the tiring work you had to face paired with overnight stays at the office, you still made sure to put all your effort into it, after all that really was the only way to climb the corporate ladder. 

So when Choso Kamo was newly employed you didn’t think the newly graduated university student would last more than two weeks. He was all cute and meek smiles, innocent eyes that watched everyone in the office as they worked. His voice had been quiet, barely above a whisper when he had introduced himself. You had seen the way he fiddled with his sleeve as if he was too nervous to look up at everyone in the room.

Yet as the weeks passed, Choso stayed. He wasn’t the best worker but he did enough to stop the nagging of the higher ups. He wasn’t hard working per se but he wasn’t lazy. He was just…mediocre. 

“Y/n where do you want these documents again?” Choso’s soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you look up at the man. His hair fell into his eyes, a habit that you had noticed. “I’ve finished printing them out, do you want me to sort them for you?”

You offer him a smile. “That’d be great Choso, thank you so much.” You don’t fail to notice how his cheeks dust in a light pink and he hurriedly stutters out an okay before rushing away. 

“The kid’s whipped for you.” Satoru scoffs from beside you and your head whips around to see his face looking over your cubicle wall. His fingers are splayed across the surface, eyeing Choso across the room. “He definitely wants to fuck you.”

“Fuck off ‘toru, not everyone’s like you.” You roll your eyes as you push him back to his desk. “And he definitely does not want to fuck me.”

Your friend snorts as he sits down, leaning back against his chair. “Tell that to those lovesick eyes he constantly gives you, not to mention how he’s only ever helping you out. It’s like he’s your personal assistant.”

Your face heats up. It was true that Choso liked to help you with your work, he would often offer to finish any paperwork you had left and he would always get you your morning coffee. He was helpful, yes of course, but it wasn’t like you didn’t help him back. 

“I can see those gears turning in your head.” Satoru sits up, shoving his face close to yours and you jolt away. “Why? Thinking about a certain someone?” There’s a shit-eating grin on his face and you want nothing more than to slap it off of him.

“Choso’s a sweet kid, just leave him alone Satoru.” You glare at your friend. “Plus he’s younger than me-”

“Yeah by like 3 years Y/n.” Satoru laughs as he sweeps his hair out of his eyes. “And you’re both adults, there’s no shame in dating someone younger than you.”

Once again your body erupts into flames, caught off guard by his bluntness. “Yeah well I know that, it’s just, well I mean.” You pause thinking how you were going to say the next words. There were so many words you could’ve used to describe Choso Kamo, he was kind, caring, and intelligent. “Well ‘toru he just looks so innocent and, you know, pure. I don’t think he’s very experienced in…sexual encounters.”

Satoru guffaws very loudly and you’re immediately on edge, looking around to make sure no one heard the sound that just escaped his lips. 

“You know you can just say you think he’s a virgin Y/n.”

“Well I don’t want to assume-”

“You just did.”

“Shut up Satoru.” 

You groan at his teasing, burying your head in your hands. It’s true that Choso’s only three years younger than you and that definitely isn’t a problem just as Satoru had said. But he was also the same Choso who would stutter when giving you your coffee and would trip over his own feet. Sure, he was really really pretty and you can’t deny that he definitely was attractive.

There’s no problem with being a virgin and you’d never judge someone for being one. It’s just that, well, you were into some kinky shit, not that anyone needed to know. You often found that your previous partners couldn’t exactly satisfy you the way you wanted and it often left you faking orgasms just to get out of the situation. No one really fucked you like you wanted and Choso, who was just so gorgeous, didn’t exactly exude the dominant partner you were after that didn’t stop your heart from pounding whenever you saw him though. 

“When you guys fuck you owe me a drink.” Satoru whispers in your ear and you lift your head, throwing him an annoyed glance.

“We aren’t going to fuck.”

“Sure Y/n sure.”

As the hours continue to drag on you find yourself growing more and more tired. The screen in front of you jumbles in a pixelated mess and you force yourself to redirect your focus to your work. It’s hard to do with Satoru’s constant distractions and your mind tumbling through your own thoughts. It’s not a particularly busy work day and you sort through the same paperwork and do the same jobs you’ve been taught to do for so many years. 

Some reason your mind keeps drifting back to what Satoru had said and then it would drift to Choso. When you had first met him he had seemed nice enough. He would always smile shyly whenever the both of you locked eyes, offering you a small wave to say hello. You knew that Satoru was right, Choso did like you and you would never tell Satoru but you did like Choso back. It’s that thought that plagues your mind for the rest of the day.

Choso returns to your desk a little later with the documents neatly sorted and organised. He hesitates for a moment, and you notice how he glances around, probably ensuring no one else is watching.

"Um, Y/n." He begins softly. "I was wondering if you needed any help with the meeting preparations for tomorrow?"

You look up at him, surprised by his words. "Oh, thank you, Choso. That would be really helpful." 

His eyes light up at your response, and he nods eagerly, moving to your side to assist. As you both work side by side, you can't help but notice the small, almost imperceptible ways he steals glances at you. It’s endearing and slightly amusing, but you brush it off, forcing yourself to focus on the tasks at hand. The meeting preparations take up most of the afternoon, and by the time you’re finished, the office is nearly empty and the sun’s already setting.

"Thanks again, Choso." You say, gathering your things. "You didn’t have to stay this late to help me."

He blushes slightly, looking down at his feet. "It’s no problem, really. I’m happy to help."

You lead the way to the elevator, Choso trailing along behind you. The ride down is silent but certainly not uncomfortable and the question that has been in your head for so long continues to repeat itself over and over again. You sneak a peek at the man beside you and you see the way he’s watching his phone, scrolling through what you assume are messages. Your eyes fixate on his hands. The long fingers that touch the screen, veins travelling up his arms. You find yourself imagining different scenarios that his hands could be in - intertwined with yours, tangled in your hair, stuffed in your-

You shake yourself free from the lewd thoughts, feeling your own cheeks burn at the mere implication. You gulp, feeling your heart racing. This is Choso Kamo, your junior, your colleague. This was the guy who probably has a massive crush on you and here you are, ogling at his hands.

There’s a soft ding as the elevator reaches the ground floor and you straighten yourself up, ready to leave and hop into a very cold shower. You watch as the doors slowly open and Choso lets you get out first, following closely behind you. He looks at you for a second and you wonder if he knows you’ve just been daydreaming about his hands in very inappropriate scenarios. 

"Y/n, I…I wanted to ask you something." His voice is steady but tinged with nervousness. "Would you like to grab a coffee sometime? Outside of work, I mean."

Satoru’s smug grin flashes in your mind and you brush his words out of your head. Hanging out with Choso isn’t something bad or taboo. Plus it didn’t have to be a date, it’s simply two colleagues hanging out. You feel your own heart betray you when it flutters at the thought of being alone with Choso. 

"Sure, Choso. I’d like that." You offer him a soft smile and you immediately notice the way his eyes light up. You can see the tension ease in his shoulders and the relief that washes over him. It’s cute.

"Great! I’ll, um, I’ll text you the details?" He hands you his phone to put your number in and you do. He grins when he gets it back, smiling at the screen adorably. 

“Bye Choso, text me and I’ll let you know when I’m free.” You wave him goodbye before leaving to get back to your home. 

That night as you lie in your bed you force yourself to close your eyes to sleep but it proves to be impossible. You stay up thinking about him, Choso. He was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend and he definitely likes you. There was no harm in going on a date with him. You continue to toss and turn, groaning as you slam your face into your pillow. You know you have to get some sleep otherwise you’d be too tired to go to work the next day. So you will the thoughts to go away, focusing on your breathing until, slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep.

The week goes by quickly, passing in a blur of meetings, deadlines, and the usual office chaos. You notice that Choso’s more of a bumbling mess around you than usual and you can only think that it’s because of your upcoming date that he’s so nervous. At the coffee machine one morning, you catch him staring at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and anxiety. When you smile at him, he nearly drops his coffee cup, fumbling with it in a way that makes you chuckle softly.

Satoru notices too, not failing to constantly question you about it and you deny everything. There’s no need for him to know your personal business after all.

The weekend comes quicker than expected and now here you are, waiting patiently for Choso to turn up. He had asked you to meet him just outside the station, stating his apartment wasn’t far from it, and you guessed you were a little early considering how he hadn’t shown up yet. You check your phone, noting that you’re still a few minutes ahead of the agreed time.

You can’t seem to stop your pounding heart as it races uncontrollably and you force yourself to calm down. There’s millions of butterflies in your stomach, fluttering about and crashing into every single organ. It’s been a long time since you felt this nervous for a date. 

Just as you’re about to check your phone again, you spot him. His hands in his pockets as he looks around like a lost puppy before breaking into a grin when he sees you. Your brain short circuits when you see what he’s wearing. You had gotten used to the smart clothes and suits he would wear in the office and seeing him in baggy jeans and a graphic tee has your mind spinning. You never thought you would find someone so attractive in casual clothes until now.

“Hi Y/n, sorry am I late? I hope you haven’t been waiting for long.” His voice is still the same soft shy tone and you realise it’s a stark contrast to the dark clothes he wears. “Did you get here okay?”

“Yeah I did.” You smile. “Don’t worry I haven’t been waiting for long, should we get going?”

He nods eagerly and your heart jumps at the gesture. You fall into step beside him as he leads the way, the conversation flowing surprisingly easily. It’s not hard to talk to Choso and you find yourself growing more and more comfortable around him. There are times you catch yourself staring at the way the corners of his lips turn up and how his eyes seem to twinkle. Whenever you talk his eyes are always trained on you, listening attentively to every word you say.

Eventually, you arrive at a charming little café that Choso had mentioned earlier. It’s cosy and inviting, with warm lighting and a comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. You both find a table by the window, giving you a perfect view of the street outside.

As you settle into your seats, Choso looks at you with a smile. "I hope you like this place. I thought it had a nice atmosphere."

"I love it.” You reply genuinely touched at his thought in his choice of location. 

You order your drinks and some pastries to share, and the conversation continues to flow effortlessly. He shares stories of his days in university and the both of you laugh at shared experiences at the office. You didn’t think you would have as much fun as you were having and you certainly didn’t expect to fall for him even harder. You catch yourself admiring the way he speaks, the way his hands move as he gestures, and the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he loves.

Choso has always been attractive but as the day progresses you see him in a new light, one that has your heart fluttering and your cheeks heating up whenever he looks at you with those dreamy eyes.

At one point, he leans forward slightly, his expression earnest. "Y/n, I really enjoy spending time with you. You’re so easy to talk to, and I feel like I can be myself around you."

Your heart swells at his words, and you smile warmly. "I feel the same way, Choso. I’m really glad we’re doing this."

The day carries on like normal and though it only consists of the two of you talking it still makes heat rush to your cheeks and your heart pound. The feelings inside of you aren’t deniable and you definitely know that after this you weren’t going to be able to resist going on another date with Choso. 

A light drizzle starts to fall, quickly turning into a heavier rain and you kick yourself for not checking the weather earlier. The both of you look at each other for a second before laughing at the sudden change in weather.

"We should get out of this rain." He says, voice loud enough to be heard over the sound of the raindrops. "My apartment isn’t far from here. Would you like to come over until the rain stops?"

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of spending more time with him is too tempting to resist. "I'd love to."

He leads the way, and the two of you hurry through the rain. He makes sure that you’re okay every few minutes and you reassure him every time with a smile. By the time you reach his apartment, you're both soaked. Choso fumbles with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door and ushering you inside. His apartment is warm, a stark contrast to the cold atmosphere outside. 

Choso quickly grabs a couple of towels from a nearby closet. "Here, dry off." 

“Thanks.” You take the towel he gives you, wrapping yourself with it so you can feel some heat.

“You can sit down. I’ll go make us something to drink.” He smiles at you as he gestures to the couch.

You nod, taking a seat and watching as he moves around the small kitchen. There’s something incredibly endearing about seeing him in his own space, relaxed and at ease. When he returns with two steaming mugs, he sits down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brush. You take a sip of the drink, letting the warmth spread over your tongue. The two of you continue to talk and seconds turn into minutes turn into hours. When you finally look at the clock on the opposite wall it reads well into the evening. 

Choso locks his eyes with yours and they flicker to your lips for a second before they’re on your eyes again. He leans in closer and you hold your breath, the tension tangible in the air. The room seems to hold its breath as he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. "Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, his eyes searching yours for permission.

“Yes.” You whisper back as you try to steady your beating heart. “Please.”

He leans in slowly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. When his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is tender and sweet. You can feel the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips. It’s gentle and slow and you smile at the shyness of it all. The both of you eventually pull away and he watches as you try to catch your breath. 

“Stay for longer?” Choso’s words are innocent to you but you miss the flicker of desire that passes quickly in his eyes. You nod, heart pounding in your ears.

His lips crash onto yours once more, this time much more powerful and dominant. His hands circle around your waist, pulling you close to his body and you feel your own body heat up at his touch. You let out a yelp when you feel his tongue enter your mouth, tangling with yours and there’s a mixture of salvia as he continues to kiss you vigorously. You’re confused where this is coming from and you force yourself to break away. 

“What is going o-on...” You stutter out, mind reeling from the passionate kiss you just shared. 

There’s a string of saliva at the corner of Choso’s mouth and he smirks, lifting his thumb as he wipes it away. His eyes darken as he pulls you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You feel his hot breath against your neck and you try your best to stop your knees from buckling at the sensation.

“You’re so pretty you know that?” Choso’s voice is deep and it’s different to the shy tone he so normally speaks with. “You’re always so nice to me, always letting me help you, always such a good girl.”

His words aren’t anything too lewd but it has wetness pooling in between your legs. You look up, eyes locking with his and you see something you haven’t ever seen. The usually meek and timid Choso you’re so used to seeing wasn’t there anymore. Instead you see a man oozing with dominance, towering over you and you resist the whimper that begs to escape your lips.

“I want to fuck you so bad Y/n, been trying so hard not to bend you over your desk and fuck you silly in front of everyone.” He whines and for a moment you see the shy man you’re used to but the devilish grin returns on his face and you can’t deny that you love it. “Can I fuck you Y/n?”

The mere idea is so enticing. You know you shouldn’t but Choso’s so addicting. You can still feel the ghost of his lips moving frantically against yours. He leans closer to you, pressing his body to yours and you gasp when you feel the outline of his cock. It’s big, too big even. You look up at him, eyes glossy and hazy. 

“Yes.” You whisper. “Yes please fuck me Choso-”

Your words are cut short when he kisses you again. His hands are everywhere and they find a place on your tits. He gropes your body, hands climbing under your shirt to fondle with your soft skin. He moans into your mouth, tongue invading your own mouth. You try your hardest to keep up but you easily fall behind. His movements are swift and powerful, mouth moving against yours feverishly. 

Choso cups your face with his hand. He pulls away for a second and you pant, breathless. His thumb replaces where his tongue had just been and you see the silent command in his eyes and you suck. He groans at the sight and you feel your panties grow even wetter at the beautiful man. You let your tongue circle around his thumb, sucking harshly as you look up at him with lustful eyes.

“I heard you the other day.” Choso has a smirk on his face and you struggle to remember what he’s referencing. “Thought I was a virgin did you?”

Your eyes widen as you recall the conversation you had with Satoru. You swear no one was close enough to hear what the both of you were talking about but clearly you weren’t careful enough. Embarrassment fills your body and you immediately pull his hand out of your mouth, getting ready to apologise. 

“Nu uh.” Choso pouts mockingly, shoving his fingers into your mouth. “No use apologising now Y/n, you already hurt my feelings.” You feel a bit of your soul die at his words and you can’t help but feel bad at what you were gossiping about. “Don’t worry though, lucky for you, I’m definitely not a virgin.”

His voice is a deep seductive drawl and you can’t say anything, not when his digits were in your mouth. Despite the situation you find your body heating up at what’s to come. This is a side you never thought you would see from your colleague but you aren’t complaining. Choso moans when he sees his saliva coated fingers when he removes them from your mouth. Your mind is already foggy with lust and you continue to pant.

“I’m gonna let you off this once okay Y/n? But you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” His eyes are fixed on yours and you melt under his touch. All you can do is nod, words failing you. He smirks, hands caressing your cheek gently and it’s a contrast to the dirty words that leave his mouth next. “Good, now get on your knees and suck slut.”

You don’t need to be told twice as you drop to the floor, legs sprawled out on the floor as you open your mouth. Choso laughs at your desperate figure, tangling his hands in your hair and he pulls your head back. You moan at the painful feeling as he pulls on your roots. His bottom lip is in between his teeth as he watches you submit so willingly. He pulls out his cock and you almost drool at the sight. It’s so pretty just like Choso. It’s got length as well as girth but your eyes are fixated on the fat mushroom head he has. You didn’t think you would ever be staring at Choso Kamo’s cock yet here you are.

Choso chuckles at your reaction and he brings his cock to your face and you feel its warmth and it shoots desire straight to your pussy. The tip is a flustered pink and you moan at the sight. You open your mouth, letting your tongue glide across his length. You savour the taste of his pre cum. He stares down at you and you see the way his own lust clouds his eyes. 

“Fucking filthy aren’t you?” Choso grins and though it’s a smile you’re used to seeing now you know there’s an underlying meaning to it. He pulls your head back and he forces your jaw to open wider as he slams his cock into your mouth. You scream at the sudden action and your throat constricts around him, causing Choso to let out a low growl. “Go on. Show me how sorry you are.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you bob your head up and down. Choso watches as you stuff your face full with his cock. You look so pretty and he tilts your head up to look at him, watch as you suck him off. You’re a slobbering mess on his cock, eyes half-lidded as you continue to take him down your warm throat. Choso lets out a choked moan when he feels your tongue swipe over his tip, swirling around the sensitive area. 

“F-Fuck Y/n.” He stutters out breathlessly and you feel your heart pound at the reaction you manage to elicit from him. You repeat the gesture that has him seeing stars and he grips your head. “Nasty fucking mouth you have there.”

His dirty talk fills your ears and all you can do is moan helplessly. Choso thrusts his cock and you gag as it hits the back of your throat. The delicious noises invade your senses and you drool over his cock like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are glossy as tears gather and you blink, letting them fall freely down your face. You mewl as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. The sound has Choso moaning in approval.

He doesn’t let you rest and before you know it he’s abusing your tight little throat, fucking his cock in and out of you harshly. All you can do is kneel, mouth hanging open as you let him use you. You become a mess, saliva dripping from your lips as you look up with lustful eyes. There’s something so seductive about the man above you, the man who you thought was a shy timid virgin. How wrong you were.

“C-Chosoo!” You make a muffled noise around his cock, panties already soaking. You’re sopping wet and you want nothing more than to get fucked dumb by him. Your hands move down slowly, ghosting over your pussy. You know that you shouldn’t but you can’t help but press against your clit. You rub cricles as your throat gets fucked viciously. 

But before you can continue your own pleasure Choso’s tugging your head back once more and you see the angry glare he sends you. “Touching yourself really? Guess you aren’t that sorry are you?” He snarls and you whimper. Above you he seems so scary and mean but it only turns you on even more. 

He doesn’t warn you as he cums. His cock throbs in your mouth and your eyes can only widen as he spurts hot thick cum down your throat. It’s sticky and you feel it spread across your tongue and you savour the sweet taste. Choso groans at the sight as he dumps his load into your mouth. You look so perfect, saliva and cum trickling out of your mouth, eyes so drowsy and fucked out. You swallow every drop he gives you eagerly and when he pulls out your mouth is still hanging open as if you were asking for more.

“Good for nothing slut.” Choso grabs your body, forcing you to stand up as he kisses you. His tongue pushes against yours and he sucks, tasting himself. You collapse limply against his body, hands gripping his shoulders. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten, you’re gonna have to prove yourself even more now since you decided to touch yourself. Fucking whore, that’s what you are, a whore, say it.”

“I’m a-a whore, I’m a filthy whore.” You repeat back the words he throws at you and Choso smiles. His lips brush against yours and you stare into his pretty eyes. “Please.” You beg. “Please Choso wan’ you to fuck me, n-need you so baddd.”

You see the way a cocky smirk spreads across his face and you know he likes the words you say. He’s leaning in towards you, licking along your collarbone and up the vast expanse of your neck. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue and his lips as he nips at your skin. He sucks harshly, leaving red marks along your flesh. Choso’s arms grab your thighs and you squeal as he lifts you up. His muscles bulge and you watch as he picks you up with ease, lips still attached to your neck. You grip onto his shoulders as he carries you to the bed before throwing you down. 

You squirm under his gaze and you watch as his eyes trail carefully over every little detail of your body. His hands land on your stomach, warmth seeping through your skin and he drags it up further and further until he reaches your neck. You see something dark snap within him and Choso squeezes around your throat cooing as you let out a strangled moan.

“Remember when we were in that elevator together angel?” You faintly hear his voice as you succumb to the pleasure. “Thought you were being so careful but you were staring at my hands weren’t you, imagining dirty things.”

You whimper at his accusation, glossy eyes looking back at him. You mutter out a breathy apology but Choso smiles wickedly as he leans forward, whispering right by your ear. “No need to apologise baby, my hands are all yours.”

There’s a distinct sound of fabric ripping and you gasp when you feel the cold air hit your pussy. Choso’s hand is still around your throat and you feel the pleasure shooting up to your head. His fingers press against your sopping core, circling your puffy clit slowly. He slides through your wet folds and the feeling has you choking back a sob. You know he’s being a tease and you know he’s doing it on purpose.

“C-Choso, hnghh, please please. Stop t-teasing.” You beg, tears streaming down your face as he pinches your sensitive clit. You feel his fingers edge closer to your hole, narrowly missing the spot you know will have pleasure coursing through your veins. “Wan’ you so bad, need you please please please!”

“Fuck you’re so cute.” Choso’s grip on your throat tightens. He finally slips in two fingers and you throw your head back, letting out the moan you've been holding back. “You’re so so cute, wanna fuck you stupid.”

You writhe under his grip, body convulsing as he thrusts his digits in and out of you. You’re already embarrassingly close and you can’t hold back as you scream his name over and over again like a mind-numbing chant. Choso curls his fingers and he groans when he feels your velvety walls squeeze around him. You whine as he hits the spot you’ve been waiting for, your toes curling at the pleasure that wracks through your body.

“Found it.” Choso murmurs against your skin, hot breathing burning you. His cocky smirk never leaves his face as he continues to abuse your little cunt, hitting the same spot over and over again. “Cum f’me baby, show me how much of a desperate whore you are, c’mon.”

It’s completely humiliating how quickly you release all over his fingers just at his words. He releases his grip on your neck and you heave in a breath. Your pussy spasms around his fingers and Choso grins as he watches liquid squirt from your pussy. He never stops thrusting in and out of you, enjoying the wet noises that mingle with the onslaught of moans that fall from your lips.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Choso t-too much, ‘s too much nghh.” 

“Baby fuckkk, you’re gorgeous.” Choso pulls his fingers out of your pussy, watching as you lie limply, sprawled out on the bed, trying your hardest to catch your breath. He cups your pussy with his hand feeling the way it throbs. “This cutie’s so loud f’me, who knew you had such a dirty side to you hm Y/n?”

You can’t respond, too fucked out from your orgasm to even formulate a sentence. The Choso Kamo in front of you wasn’t the one you had spent the last couple of months seeing in the office. The Choso Kamo in front of you was an insatiable beast. You blink wearily and you finally manage to focus your eyes. Choso drops a kiss on your nose, hands stroking your body gently. 

“My Y/n’s so cute, so so cute.” He mumbles and you feel your heart race at his words. His body presses up against you and you freeze when you feel his hard cock graze your pussy. Choso notices immediately and he locks his eyes with yours and you see the mischief that lies there. “You didn’t think I was done with you did you? Oh you really are adorable.”

You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out as he shoves his fat cock into your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your gummy walls take him in. He’s not slow and he’s definitely not gentle. Each thrust is harsh and unforgiving. Choso fucks into you hard and you grip the sheets tightly, sobbing at the overstimulation. 

“More, p-please more, need you s-so bad, please c-choso.” 

“More?” He grunts at your pathetic pleas. “Such a greedy whore aren’t you? If you want it so bad, take it.” 

Another scream is ripped from your throat as he increases his pace, rigorously pounding into your spent pussy. He moulds you to fit his cock, fucks you open as you cry and sob. Choso loves the sound of you begging, he loves the sound of your dripping cunt as he slams his hips against yours over and over again. He groans as he captures your lips in a kiss, sucking on your tongue as he swallows each and every one of your delicious moans. 

Your hands reach above you, pulling Choso closer to your body and your sharp nails rake his back. You claw at him like some animal in heat and you dig your nails into his skin as he fucks you. Choso hisses at the pain but it only turns him on more. He smirks at your fucked-out state, loving the way your mouth is open, tongue lolling out. He loves the tears that fall from your eyes and he leans forward to kiss them from your face.

“You feel so, hah, feel so good.” Choso pants, cock ploughing into you feverishly. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you for? Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to split you open on my, hnghh, cock - fuckk!” 

You whimper at his words, your own unable to leave your lips as you continue to moan. Choso lifts your leg, placing it above his shoulder as he snaps his hips to yours. You try to find anything to hold onto as you feel your pussy constrict tightly around his throbbing cock. 

“Ch-Chosooo!” You whine as he stretches you open. Every single slight movement is keening with pleasure and you feel your toes curl as you pant for air. “I-I…Choso ‘m gonna cum!”

The words leave your mouth for a second and everything comes tumbling down as the knot in your stomach explodes and you convulse around his cock. Choso chants your name, urging you to release all over him, to make a mess around his cock as he fucks you. You sob pathetically, pussy gushing as you feel the sheet beneath you grow even wetter. 

Choso doesn’t stop his harsh movements and not even a second after you cum you feel another orgasm build up within you and you squeal as it comes crashing down again. You’re a babbling mess at this point, crying desperately for him to slow down as you’re fucked absolutely stupid on his cock. He flips you around so that you’re on top and you nearly collapse if it isn’t for the tight grip he has on your hips.

Choso’s smirking at you, eyes dazed as he watches you squeeze around him. “You’ve been dying for my cock haven’t you? Look at how pretty we look together?” He gestures to your pussy and you feel your cheeks flare with heat at the erotic sight. “C’mon angel, fuck yourself on my cock f’me.”

You’re taken aback by his words and you feel the heat crawling through your cheeks once more. It’s humiliating the way he makes you bounce on his cock as he watches. His eyes are trained to your pussy as it takes his length, inch by inch. You’re embarrassed beyond belief as you press your hands against his hard muscle, pushing yourself up and down him. Choso only eyes you cockily, loving the way you’ve suddenly turned shy.

“Nghh, h-hah hah, ah!” You squeal as you feel his hands cup the back of your thigh right below your ass. He reaches his other hand to grope your tits, playing with the nipple in between his fingers, pinching and twirling the sensitive bud with practised ease. 

“Woah angel, you’re clinging onto me so tightly.” His words are laced with smugness and you lift your head to see his heart-shaped pupils watching you. He’s admiring every inch of your skin as you fuck yourself on him desperately. “You can do s’much better than this Y/n, c’mon baby, work that ass for me, hm?”

You try your best to bounce on him but your legs are so tired and you’re running out of breath quicker than ever. Your pussy is beyond aching and yet you still feel the desire to be fucked stupid in your body. “C-Can’t- Choso, hnngh, can’t really can’t!” 

“Hmm, you get tired too easily Y/n.” Choso sighs as he settles both his hands on your hips. 

You gasp when he sinks you down onto him. “You’re s-so…so mean-”

“What’s mean is you being so fucking cute and not letting me fuck you in the office.” 

He slams you back down again and this time you throw your head back, screaming with pleasure. His grip is tight and hard and he splits you open perfectly on his cock over and over again until you’re moaning like it’s the only thing you can do. You sob for him to slow down and both of you know that’s truly the last thing you want.

“Slow down?” Choso sits up and you feel him reach deeper inside of you. His fingers play with your clit and you mewl. “Nahhh ‘m not gonna do that baby.”

It’s too quick to process and he’s already got you pressed down into the mattress, ass in the air. His touch is sure to leave bruises as he squeezes your soft skin, loving the way it ripples as he plunges in and out of you. You’re sobbing into the sheets now, pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper. All you can do is let out strangled moans and hiccups as you find every rational thought leaving your head. 

“I love you so much Y/n.” Choso moans as he fucks your harder, his chest pressed agasint your back. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It’s addicting. The words that leave his mouth are like poison, tainting you and you only accept them gratefully. You feel your heart flutter at his confession despite his unrelenting fucking. You attempt to turn around and Choso grabs your face to face him, kissing you passionately. 

“I love you so much Y/n, you’re mine, understand?” 

You look at him with foggy eyes, saliva dripping from your chin. “Mhmm! I love you so much t-too Choso, so much hnggh!”

Your words only make him pound into you faster. He’s a feral beast and it’s almost like his cock grows bigger inside you and you feel him throb painfully. He’s so so big and you scream into the mattress unable to do anything else. Your body’s so tired yet Choso picks you up as he grabs your throat, hips slapping against your ass repeatedly. 

“Gonna cum into this slutty pussy yeah? You’re gonna be my nasty cumslut, all mine to use.” You sob out in agreement, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum again. Choso moans in your ear as you squeeze around him. Thick gooey ropes of cum shoot into your cunt and you feel yourself get filled right to the brim. “G-God Y/n, you’re mine, mine mine mine!”

It’s an overwhelming chant as he keeps his cock inside you, spurting hot cum. You gasp at the warm feeling as you feel him cum inside you. It’s sticky and a mess when he pulls out and you’re left lying on the bed, slumped and exhausted, pussy clenching around nothing. Choso bends down to attach his mouth onto your cunt and you squirm, hands gripping his black locks as you try to push him away as he overstimulates your clit.

“W-Wait n-no hnghh!”

Choso only coos at your cuteness, as he flattens his tongue on your folds before licking you clean. “Don’t worry angel, just making sure everything’s inside you.” It’s dirty and downright embarrassing but you whimper at the lewd sight. 

You find yourself panting for more air and your lungs feel as though they’re burning. Your vision starts to blur and Choso’s calls for your name seem more and more distant as inky black dots come into your sight. Before you know it you’re out like a light.

Choso panics when he sees your unconscious body, fearing that he’s taking it too far but he sees the way you’re comfortable breathing and he makes a mental note to apologise to you in the morning. He picks your body up with ease, guiding the both of you to the bathroom as he turns on the water, making sure you’re all clean before drying you off and tucking you into bed. After a few minutes he joins you, cuddling your body close to his, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

The faint rays of sunshine is what wakes you up in the morning and you blink, trying to adjust to the light shining into the room. You feel arms around your waist and you look to see Choso holding onto you tightly. He’s still asleep but you can’t help but admire his features. His hair is tousled, falling softly over his forehead, giving him an endearing, boyish charm. His long lashes rest gently against his cheeks and you’re jealous of the beauty he holds. 

You notice the small smile at his lips and it only makes you smile wider. His breathing is slow and steady, each rise and fall of his chest a comforting rhythm against your side. You can't help but reach out and gently brush a strand of hair away from his face. The touch is light enough not to wake him, but it allows you to see more of his peaceful expression. Your heart flutters in your chest. 

Your body still feels sore but you notice you’re in a simple t-shirt that you assume is Choso’s. It warms your heart to know he looked after you after you passed out on him. Choso nuzzles closer towards you and you feel your heart swell at the sight and you find yourself liking him even more than you already did. 

“You’re awake.” He mumbles and his voice is groggy. He blinks for a second and you smile at how he looks so cute, bed head and all. His eyes lock with yours and a second goes by before his whole face erupts into heat and he’s blushing, holding the duvet up to cover his face. “I-I’m so sorry Y/n, I took it too far last night and you passed out, I’m so so sorry.”

There’s silence for a minute and Choso definitely thinks you're mad at him, that is before you burst into giggles. He thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard in his life.

“It’s okay Choso, I really enjoyed it.” You say between giggles, raising your hand to brush through his hair and Choso leans into your touch, happy you weren’t angry with him. “But you really have two sides don’t you? What happened to the guy who fucked me dumb last night huh?”

Choso once again turns bright red and he pulls your body close to his, burying his face into your neck. “It’s all your fault, I get really nervous around you.”

His statement only makes you giggle even louder and when you lift his face you see a pout on his lips and you can’t help but think he’s so cute. You give him a small kiss watching as he melts in your grasp. The both of you cuddle for what seems like hours.

“I really do mean it Y/n, you know, that I love you.” The words catch you off guard and Choso notices your surprised expression and he tugs you closer to him. “It’s okay you don’t have to say it back so soon, I’m happy as long as you like me.”

You hear his rapid heartbeat and you smile to yourself. “In that case, I really really like you Choso Kamo.” 

Choso grins, face tinted with a blush as he buries his face into your hair as he hugs you tighter. “I really really like you too Y/n L/n.”

The next day when you go in for work everything’s normal but every once in a while both you and your new boyfriend would steal subtle glances at each other before looking away, cheeks flared with heat. You had both agreed not to mention it to anyone for the time being and you assumed that your colleagues wouldn’t have noticed the change in relationship you had with Choso. 

"I'll have a triple-shot caramel macchiato with extra foam, a dash of cinnamon, two pumps of vanilla, and a drizzle of honey." Satoru’s grin is mocking and you want to punch him more than usual. "Oh, and make sure it’s stirred counterclockwise."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try to brush off the topic but you know your friend is way too observant for his own good. “Just get back to work Satoru.”

“Whatever you say boss.” He winks at you before sauntering off.

You glance over at Choso, who looks up just in time to catch your eye. He smiles softly, and you return the gesture, feeling your heart flutter. Forget stupid Satoru Gojo, all you needed was your adorable boyfriend to brighten your day and everything seemed ten times better.

the thing that gets me about about barbie is that barbie land wasn’t even purposefully a matriarchy, barbie land came about because of the way little girls were playing with their barbies, it wasn’t created by mattel it was created by the people using the toys, so the fact that the barbies ignored the ken’s and had girls night every night wasn’t because they had some bias against him, it was just an accurate depiction of how kids play with barbies. I had some ken dolls as a child and they were essential to the plot in the sense that of course my barbie has a boyfriend because that represented the world i saw around me, but also he didn’t have any purpose in my dream world because i was only interested in what the girls were doing because they represented me and how i wanted to be, I wanted girls night every night I wanted the girls to be president and austronauts and not because of some inherent feminist idea but because I was a girl and I wasn’t thinking about boys, ken was an accessory. this movie wasn’t made to change the world but it showed a different perspective than what we usually see which I thought was fun. Men don’t have to be the centre of all our stories and its not even because we hate them, sometimes we’re just not thinking about them