Soulmate Au Where Your Mark Is Your Soulmate's Name, But As They Write It. It Changes As You Grow Older;

soulmate au where your mark is your soulmate's name, but as they write it. it changes as you grow older; goes from shaky hirigana to kanji, the characters flowing like ink across your skin. it settles eventually, with only tiny deviations, and you pay it little mind.

until it goes from todoroki touya to dabi.

trying to play footsies with bakugo but he doesn’t get what you’re doing so he just kicks you back really hard

katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.

you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.

"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.

your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.

for a moment, it was like the world faded away.

all he could see was you.

you, in that beautiful dress.

a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.

katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.

"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.

he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.

you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."

"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"

"they're uncomfortable."

the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."

you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."

he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"

"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.

he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.

you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."

you smiled softly behind him. "okay."

you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.

I am here… I am ready… What’s bully!Gojo like? How does he treat/bug you, what keeps him coming back to you, all that good stuff?

cw ;; 18+, dc ahead!!! bully!gojo, richboy!gojo, dubcon, dark content cw, gojo is a menace to society, manipulation, toxicity, gojo being a rich dickwad, obsessive!tendencies, fingering, squirting. this is darker than i usually write so pls be careful!!

of all the characters in my series, i think gojo pushes the boundary of being evil and nice probably more than anyone else, even bakugou. all of gojos bullying is like.. rooted in this desire he has to humiliate you and he just.. i have it all out in my head in such a specific way.

gojo satoru is campus richboy. but he's well-liked, and handsome and he has money and everyone loves him. he gets plenty of attention when he's on campus, and it doesn't help at all that gojo is good at practically everything. he's mostly on the swim team but he plays tennis and polo and soccer half-ass. gojo doesn't really need to do any of those things and he hardly attends practice.

but he's gifted by nature, you know? and he's more than used to having everyone's attention. gojo comes from old money mostly. his parents and grandparents and he'll be well-off for the rest of his life. and as much as he's grateful for some elements of it.. he certainly has a tendency to get bored.

that much is certain. gojo satoru doesn't really find himself easily entertained. he's gojo satoru, you know? the best at everything. the most likeable, most charming, most talented. most people on your private campus seem to worship him and he'd be a liar to say he hated it. he likes the attention, but it's boring. he finds the whole thing to be very, very boring.

naturally, this is where you come along. you're on scholarship and financial aid and your only goals ever are to get through the semester and make sure you survive. you're hard working albeit always exhausted. you just don't wanna get sent back home, something along those lines. you're not plain but you're not stand-out. your main personality trait is being busy.

i think the way gojo encounters you is unique. it's probably at your part-time but mostly full time job. you work a lot and he's always coming in with his little group of friends. most of the time it's getou, and sometimes nanami joins as an underclassmen and he hardly ever notices you.

but he does notice you, not him directly but getou (who is the nice one of the two of them. you're the one from ochem, you always look a little disheveled. you wave hi to getou, seemingly annoyed with his commentary. you're not exactly meek. he can tell that you're the headstrong type, and something about that intrigues him.

he tries to get your attention, but introducing himself as an heir. you seem bored by him, you give him a tight-lipped smile and ask what he would like today. and it's the first time gojos been.. told no before.

it's weird, yknow? because it partly excites him. gojo is so used to having everyone throw themselves at him so blindly. but you look like you're hard-working and earnest and something about that makes gojo excited. in the most evil and twisted way.

it starts small. you'd forgotten about gojo since that evening but he hasn't been able to get you out of his head. gojo has free reign over everything, so much money practically no rules apply to him. but he doesn't normally break them because he finds it to be classless. he understands authority though he hardly respects it. it's the first time in his life he's ever gone out of his way to break rules or bend them, at least.

it starts small. he gets your schedule from the dean and then he makes it his. and he pays for it with a hefty check and a little wink. when the money gets pocketed, you're suddenly plagued with the site of him. at first you think it's a coincidence, maybe. but then you see him constantly. in each class he's looking right at you, stares at you the whole time as you forcefully look away. at first you're just confused. wondering if you'd done something to upset the guy.

but then he approaches you one day, and from then forward it becomes very clear that gojo has no intent of leaving you alone.

he doesn't do anything at the start. you know what gojo likes about you? is that you hardly seem to be reactive to him. it's always small. stealing your pens or pestering you in class. whispering to you, playing footsie. it's small. not bullying so much as frustration.

but he likes how you force yourself to hold it together. the lengths you go to pretend he's not there. it's almost upsetting, but exciting too. he's working so hard to get your attention, shouldn't you be a little more grateful?

he starts to push his limits, just a little. spends more time with you out of class and follows you around. starts pushing his boundaries. touches you a little more than you like, and shows you how much stronger he is than you with purpose. he wouldn't do something so heinous, it's classless, remember but you should know how easy it is for him to overpower you. you should know that he could. if he really wanted.

it escalates. so much and so quickly and without your say. he ends up coming by your studio apartment, only to inform you he's your landlord now. he spends all of his free time with you, and doesn't let you study. doesn't even let you work, constantly putting you at risk of getting fired. touching you too close or too much.

one day you get frustrated with it. it's been pent up in you for so long and you snap. you get so angry, at your job. you slam your hand on the counter with pure rage in your eyes.

"why the fuck won't you leave me alone? i don't get it? what have i ever done to you?" and you sound like you're about to cry. you're practically fuming.

and gojo does the worst thing he could do, and laughs. laughs this amused and soft little laugh and then gives you a look through his sunglasses.

"ive been working hard to get your attention, yknow? i just wanted you to like me. this is good though," he grins, and it sends a chill down your spine because oh my god, he's being serious "it's progress."

he sounds ecstatic by your little outburst. it horrifies you. your voice gets a little quiet.

"why?" is your simple question. gojo shrugs and you know from then on that this is your life now.

one thing you've learned about gojo is that he really will do whatever you want.

in the months after that, it grows increasingly apparent to you that gojo is absolutely not going to stop until he is involved in every part of your life. on the days you're not absolutely aggravated with him, or show him the slightest bit of lenience - he's practically beaming. it's almost alarming. it starts to click for you that gojo has his own fucked up sense for liking you and that everything he does is to do what he thinks will win your approval.

or less than that, what he can do to make sure he's all you ever have time for. it occurs to you, in a spine-chilling moment of clarity that you're the apple of his eye. it's just that.. gojo satoru is a richboy and an asshole with no sense of boundaries. and you're his new favorite thing.

he's always been something of a hedonist and you're a high he has yet to come down from.

you tell yourself he'll tire himself out and grow bored with you but months pass and nothing like that happens remotely. it only gets worse. he starts inviting you to his friend groups and making you attend all these rich people events with the threat of buying your job.

he really does drive you up a wall.

it's one of those night where you're invited to his weird family gathering and all of his friends are in attendance. you're exhausted and you have work in the morning. you don't find yourself looking forward to anything about the night, especially not gojo's. you find solace in getou though.

of all of gojos friends, you find him to be the most tolerable. he's not great. still a dick but he's sociable and funny and subdued. a breath of fresh air. while gojo has family responsibilities, you mingle with him. you drink together and getou smiles every time he sees you laugh or genuinely enjoy yourself. he'd take you for himself if he didn't know gojo.

but he does. and gojo satoru seems frivolous but when it comes to the object of his affection - he can't help but feel a disparity. so when he comes back after a not-so pleasant conversation on family fairs to see you laughing and smiling and acting so carefree with getou, he's not pleased to say the least.

it was your mistake, really. after everything gojos done, shouldn't you know better? you're his, his, his.

it's not the first time gojos kissed you. but it's the first time he seems to ignore the pleaing in your voice. it's a little harsher, a little meaner. all teeth when he nips at your mouth and traces down your jaw with his hands sliding up your dress. you've let him touch you here and there but you've never gone this far before. not with him, not with anyone.

"g-gojo, wait!"

he pauses, stops. the look in his eyes is stormy and flat. it almost scares you.

"hm?"

in a weird, weird way - you're most concerned about him being mad at you. you get all squirmy, disappointed because up until this point gojo's only ever been happy with you. you can tell in hindsight that now would be the perfect time to put it all to bed.

but you don't, and your voice comes out as a half squeak.

"...are you mad at me?"

it's so.. small. so soft and small and submissive. and gojo pauses and whatever anger he did have disappears because this is the closest you've ever gotten to depending on him. ever. in the history of ever.

if he were a good man, he would tell you no. if he were a good and moral man he would wipe that little needy look off of your face and tell you he wasn't mad.

too bad though, really - gojo satoru has never once been a good man before.

"just disappointed," he says, trying to hide the excitement in his voice "but if you let me touch you, right here - then i wouldn't be."

you shake a little.

"......really?" you ask. he grins.

"really." he promises.

that's how you end up like this. with your dress pulled down just barely past your tits and your skirt pulled up over your thighs and with gojo fingering you until you get everything all messy on his good suit.

you're in his childhood bedroom with the door cracked up. anyone could walk in, you're certain but it's hard to think of anything other than gojo and his long fingers. they're so thick and so huge - they stretch you out so nicely. he's always been dexterous and now you can feel it as he curls against your gspot with a thumb softly on your clit and sparkles in his eyes.

he could fuck you but somehow this is so much better. so much more gratifying as your pussy gets so sticky and drips all onto his nice and expensive pants. you look so good when you get defiled. you sound so sweet when you scream his name - buried so nicely inside of your pretty little pussy.

it's established to him that gojo satoru would be dead before he even let someone else near you. and the way you're squirting in his lap and all over everything makes him hard out of his fucking mind. his mouth closes softly on your tits and your voice goes all warbly.

"g-gojo, 'm gonna - ! it's nghhh,"

and that's when it happens, and a rush of warm liquid spills on him and you convulse with your whole body. you whine his name so fucking pretty and you cum so hard you see stars. you cum and you cum and you cum.

you're so delirious as you ride your high, but you hear it. gojos voice against your throat.

"you're mine forever, yknow?"

you do know. you've sealed your fate.

warnings: somnophilia, dub con, non con? (you don’t know who’s actually between your thighs), nsfw🔞 (megumi is aged up to 19) this is a long one~

dating a man in his early fourties’ who has a nineteen year old son can be difficult, being that you’re in your early twenties and closer to megumi’s age than his dad. but when toji wakes you up with his head between your thighs, you think maybe it’s not so bad.

you can feel his shaky, deep, hot breath fan against your bare pussy, he likely yanked your panties to the side before you woke. but oddly, he’s not even touching you or licking at you. he’s simply lying between your legs with his two flat palms pressed softly into your inner thighs to keep them open, you blink your tired eyes open at the buldge of his head under the blanket with confusion.

“baby? what are you— ” you question tiredly, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp when you feel a single finger press against your nub. he doesn’t even swipe it or circle it, he just presses down on it like a button

your brows furrow a bit and you grip the blanket to see what he’s doing but before you can lift it, his finger starts to circle your clit agonizingly slow causing you to let go of the blanket and breathe deeply in soft pleasure, eyes closing and brows raising slowly

“mmm— so gentle” you coo at him with a slight teasing to your tone, grinding your hips into his finger which seems to motivate him to add another to swipe slowly against your throbbing nub. toji’s never so gentle, usually ravishing you with his tongue or slamming you against his fingers or cock. not to mention, he’s being so quiet, normally he’d be teasing you by now

“why are you being so quiet— f-fuck!” as if he’s intentionally cutting you off, he quickly presses his flat tongue over your clit in place of his fingers. but he doesn’t move it, he simply adds pressure. you feel so pent up, likely because he’s been toying with you long before you awoke, that the soft natural shake of his tongue is driving you crazy

“stop teasing me, toji,” you whine pathetically, still half asleep, attempting to grind your hips against his tongue. but you don’t get far because he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down with such strength that it hurts

you sit up with a hiss, leaning on your elbows and adjusting your hips as much as he allows, to get more comfortable

his unmoving tongue begins to make slow basic licks up against your clit, ignoring your attempt to adjust your position. it seems like he’s not using any technique, like he’s just gliding his tongue over the entirety of your clit instead of targeting the underside of it or the side. it works to stimulate every nerve within your little bundle softly, and gently.

“s-shit— that feels really good,” you coo between deep breaths, head tilting back and hands gripping the sheets. little moans start to escape your throat, your legs beginning to subtly shake in need. it’s like he’s teasing you intentionally, that or he doesn’t know what he’s doing. but forty-one year old toji is experienced to say the least so it can’t be the latter.

you whine after minutes of this taunting, wanting more. “toji, baby, this is sweet and all but i need more.”

and as if punishing you, he nips at your clit, causing you to jolt and squeak in surprise. it’s as if he’s silently saying, ‘you’ll take what i give you.’

you pout and whine dramatically in protest, but that quickly turns into a confused tilt to your head, eyes peeking open at the bulge of his head when he pulls his tongue away and uses one hand to spread your lips apart. you wait for some kind of touch, his tongue or his fingers but it doesn’t come. it’s as if he’s analyzing your pussy, he’s most definitely just looking at it because he’s not even stimulating you now.

you’ve only ever been insecure with toji when you first started getting intimate, but that quickly changed as toji praised your body relentlessly the entirety of your first time together. but now, heat arises on your cheeks as he just stares at your throbbing pussy. it definitely doesn’t help that you can’t even see his expression or know why he’s doing this

“what’s gotten into you, toji? quit it,” you whine, reaching to pull the blanket up once again but before you can, he harshly takes hold of your wrist with the hand connected to the arm wrapped around your thigh and holds it against your lower belly as to stop you from moving. it’s so dark that you can barely see his hand around your wrist

you tsk, pouty and irritated as he continues to stare. before you can say something else, he suddenly closes your pussy lips until they touch each other with the same fingers that were holding them apart. you gasp softly in surprise, only becoming more confused when he opens your lips again, it feels weirdly good and extremely teasing. he continues to slowly repeat the motion a few times over, and you can’t help but feel awkward and embarrassed as your squelching fills the room. it’s like he’s curious how pussy folds and lips work. you aren’t sure if this is due to his age, maybe something guys of his time used to do? but it confuses you

“toji, i swear to god,” you groan at him, impatiently. and it’s like he just doesn’t care because even though he stops opening and closing your pussy like an accordion, he starts to brush his fingers through your small patch of hair above your pussy instead. he does it like he’s brushing his fingers through the hair on your head. and it’s just too weird to feel pleasing. toji had told you he liked when you grew out a lil patch for him because when he sheathes his cock completely inside, your pubes combine and he thinks it’s romantic. you don’t question it, he’s an older man after all, there’s a lot of things he prefers that you don’t quite understand.

you pull against his grip on your wrist frustratedly and when he doesn’t relent, grip instead becoming harsher, you use your free hand to reach under the blanket in attempt to grip his hair and push his head down to -get to work, so to speak.

frankly, you’re exhausted, it’s gotta be something like one or two am and you had a long day yesterday. it seems like he just woke you up to toy with you and you genuinely have no idea how he has the energy to pull this shit when he’s been working his ass off at work recently. you guys hadn’t even had the chance to fuck the last few days.

just when your fingers feel the tips of his hair, his hand that was brushing through your pubes snaps up and brings it down to join your other hand in prison. it happens so fast that you feel like you have whiplash. he transfers both of your wrists to one hand, his one hand being large enough to encase both. he uses his now free hand to keep your thigh open for him.

“so mean,” you whine loudly, “you know i like to touch you.” you grumble, pulling sharply against his hand holding your wrists in resistance. it’s not unusual for toji to be controlling or demanding in a ‘mean’ way but he’s never kept you from touching him, especially when he’s between your thighs. and though your intention was to push his face into your folds, it’s not like you don’t wish to simply touch him too.

then, you feel a cool breeze of air blow against your wet folds, causing you to shiver and hiss in mild relief. your chasm clenches and your nub twitches from the stimulus and after a moment of seemingly watching your pussy react, he does it again.

now, you’ve never growled in your life and why would you? but you find your fed-up self growling in annoyance. your growling threat does make him move on, but not to what you need. you gasp as he uses two fingers to pull the hood of your clit back to expose your sensitive nub.

embarrassment is bursting at the seams but not as much as confusion is. and just when you’re about to say fuck this and utter your safe word so you can finally go to sleep, he lays his tongue against your exposed clit. it feels as though electricity shoots through your body. a shockingly loud whimper strangles out of your throat and your eyes clench shut when he starts to kitten lick it.

“w-what the fu- what are you doing- too much!” you shout at him, head tossing back and forth with eyes clenched shut as your toes curl. it hurts just as much as it feels euphoric, half of you wants him to stop and half hopes to god he doesn’t. your thighs close and open around his head sporadically in futile attempt to cope. if you weren’t in such a distraught state, maybe you’d have noticed how his hair feels a bit different on your thighs, shorter layers on the top that are sticking out in all different kinds of directions.

after he seems to have his fill of torturing you, he lets go of your hood and allows it to cover your exposed nerve again. you sigh deeply in relief, taking deep breaths and relax your clenching eyes into gently closed, relaxed ones. you throb painfully as arousal leaks from your hole, trials down your ass, and pools on the sheets— it’s as if your pussy is crying and if it could cry, it would be.

then, after just a breath of a break, you feel one of his fingers make contact with the lowest part of your pussy. your brows twitch in confusion as he attempts to push it inside, quickly realizing your chasm curves up a bit when his fingertip push against your bottom wall as your other walls cling to him

he twists that finger into you slowly and awkwardly, opening you up and working you open as the room fills with gasps and wet mushing sounds

but even though you’re moderately wet, it still stings when he tries to add another finger before even getting the first one in all the way. you hiss, hips attempting to jolt away from his insertion.

“ngh—hurts,” you whine, hinting to stimulate your clit while he fucks his fingers into you to ease you into the intrusion but instead, he freezes. a beat passes as you await his next move. but he doesn’t do anything.

it’s not the craziest idea that toji is just teasing you intentionally but something feels off. but you’re so tired and he’s been taunting you this entire time, so you help him.

“your tongue, wan’ your tongue,” you coo at him, impatiently. instantly, he takes your advice.

but you aren’t prepared for the speed he fucks his fingers into you when he finally starts sloppily making out with your clit. you practically scream at his force, back arching off of the bed, it’s not harder than he’s ever fingered you but its definitely faster. and it’s odd because the way he’s finger fucking you is so sloppy, no direction and no technique. it reminds you of your high school boyfriend when he finally got his fingers in you, toji can be so impatient sometimes. you assume he’s just fingering you to prep you for his cock and not for your pleasure.

so when one of his jabs push against your top wall where your sweet spot is, you moan loudly.

“there! right there! please!” you beg, whining and legs now shaking something violent.

you can’t help but babble ‘thank you’s’ over and over like a prayer when he listens, immediately focusing on your g-spot.

you get so loud that you start to bite harshly on your bottom lip in attempt to stay quiet.

“m-megumi! he’s sleeping, can’t stay quiet— s-slow down!” you slur out, eyes rolled back and thighs basically crushing his head with force. the morning breakfast with megumi after an intimate night with toji is always awkward to say the least. he’s kind enough to act as though he didn’t hear anything but you know he did

and for the first time all night, he moans against your pussy from your words. you can barely hear it over your desperate moans and squelching. the only reason you know he did is because the vibrations of it rip through you.

your high sneaks up on you so harshly and quickly that you feel as though you black out for more than a few moments as tears fall from your eyes.

“c-cumming!” is all you can grit out, and it’s not like you had to tell him that, he can feel your pussy tighten around his fingers like a vice. somehow you’re not so out of it as to not notice the stutter in his movements, the way the bed creaks where he lies on his stomach, and how he pathetically groans louder than ever. you’re not an idiot, he just came in his pants.

and maybe it’s the fact that he jizzed his pants from just eating you out, his sounds, the abuse of your g-spot, or the painfully annoying teasing he conflicted on you leading to this but you cum harder than you have in weeks. your orgasm lasts minutes and you see fucking white.

as you come down, you whimper as you grind your hips against his face. he catches onto what you’re doing and sticks his tongue out eagerly, slipping his fingers from your sticky, slippery hole to allow you to focus on his tongue.

“oh baby, you’ve gotta start teasing me more often. that was— fucking amazing,” you praise, catching your breath and slowing your grinding. even though it was a little too slow sometimes, it was nice to feel toji being so gentle and taking his time with you for once.

he again, stays quiet to your dismay but he collects the cum escaping your chasm with his eager tongue, making you whimper in overstimulation.

“jesus. you really missed me, huh?” you breathe out deeply in relief and he pecks your clit one last time in affection, as if silently saying ‘your welcome,’ before letting go of your bruised wrists and readjusting your panties to cover you again.

and though it’s a bit odd that he’s been so silent tonight, when his silhouette crawls out of under the blanket and slips out of the dark room, you think nothing of it. toji’s always getting up to get water or a snack after you fuck. “hurry up— wan’ cuddle” you slur out, groggily as your heavy eyes fall closed

you’re so tired from the day before that you allow yourself to close your eyes and drift to sleep, the post orgasm relaxation taking over. toji will wake you up if he wants to fuck or cuddle when he comes back, you assume he will so it’s no big deal

waking up the next morning, you turn on your side and cuddle into toji’s bulky body lying beside you, nuzzling your head into his chest before opening your eyes to look up at him.

“wow~ goodmorning, little one. what did i do to earn such a cute greeting this morning?” toji’s deep voice inquires as he wraps an arm around you and squeezes the fat of your ass, he’s likely been awake for a few minutes before you.

“can’t a girl just be happy to wake up next to her sexy boyfriend for no reason?” you tease with a playful smile, big doe eyes gazing up at him, subtly grinding your panty-clad pussy into his thigh. the gusset of your panties are still a bit damp from having not changed out of them last night

he smirks down at you and lays a long kiss onto your lips, humming into you before parting and peppering your neck with kisses that make you giggle as he holds you deep into himself.

“how lucky am i? you still find this old man attractive, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your neck and you giggle.

“i don’t know.. you’re getting a bit slow these days, old man.” you tease, biting your lip as you smile up at him playfully.

you squeak when he flips you over and pins you down by your wrists. he leans into your ear and nibbles on it. “careful, this old man is getting real close to fucking that attitude right out of you, girl.”

you nudge the side of your head against his affectionately and hum, seductively. “oh yeah? you all talk or are you actually gonna do it?” you wrap your legs around his hips and lift yours to grind against his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

he chuckles and pulls away from your ear to look you in the eye, gaze flickering down at your unrelenting hips with a clench to his jaw. “fuckk, i wish i could baby.”

and immediately you whine, a pout forming on your lips. “noo, again? you’re really gonna go to work now?”

you love being toji’s little housewife but he’s been so busy lately. the only company you have is megumi and his friends while he’s away and it gets so awkward since you’re all around the same age

he gives you one last peck to your lips and you chase his lips as he parts from you. he sits at the edge of the bed before stretching and grunting, loudly.

“sorry, sweet girl. wish i could say i’d be back later but ‘fraid it’d gonna be a long one. i’ll be back in a few days.” he sighs as he stands and enters the master bathroom to brush his teeth

you groan to yourself dramatically, pouting as you lay back with your eyes closed. “shiu might as well be your girlfriend at this point.”

“i’ll make it up to you when i get back, baby.” toji shouts to you as the faucet turns on. you know he hates leaving you like this too but someone’s gotta pay the bills, he’s got you and a kid to support after all

you sigh, there’s no use in making him feel worse than he already does so you put on a playful smile and press your thighs together.

“oh really? i’m still sad you didn’t wake me up to fuck last night after you ate me out like that.” you sing at him, seductively causing him to chuckle deeply.

“last night? you want this old man so bad that you’re dreaming about my tongue now? i was at work last night sweetheart, didn’t get back till late.” he shouts back at you, you can tell he’s speaking with his toothbrush in his mouth.

you immediately shoot upright with blinking eyes, suddenly wide awake. you chuckle, nervously as your face drains of blood. there’s just no way that was a dream, it was so vivid. you quickly check your wrists and sure enough, you have slight bruises forming on them of finger prints— but they’re not prominent enough to be sure.

“a-are you sure? it felt so real,” you gulp, almost speaking more to yourself than him.

“very sure. got here like three hours ago, was wondering why your panties were so wet. naughty, naughty girl.” he teases you, thinking nothing of your dream

you look down at your panties and your brows twitch in confusion. your pussy feels all kinds of sensitive, like it always is the morning after getting sexy with toji. can wet dreams get that vivid to where you can feel the after effects of it?

you shake your head and stand up before changing your panties and slipping on some sweatpants. there’s no use in dwelling on it, it’s not like someone broke in last night to eat you out and then left, right?

“pancakes this morning?” you inquire as you open the bedroom door.

“eh—too sweet, toast? kind of in a hurry,” toji calls back as the shower turns on.

“okay, baby.” you call back before leaving your bedroom and entering the kitchen.

as you put on the coffee pot for toji, you hear megumi walk in with a yawn behind you before he takes a seat at the kitchen table. you clench your eyes shut briefly in embarrassment. you aren’t sure if he heard you having a wet dream last night or if you even made any noise at all

“good morning, megumi.” you greet him, kindly as you lean your back against the counter to face him.

he hums groggily and offers a small smile. you exhale in relief, usually megumi won’t make eye contact after a night of hearing you and toji fuck so you figure you’re in the clear.

“i’m making toast for your dad but i’m down to make whatever if you’re craving something specific.” you cheerfully offer as you throw some bread in the toaster.

“uh- no it’s okay. i’ll make my own.” he voices as he turns on his phone to scroll on it. megumi’s always rejecting your offers to make him food, do his dishes, or his laundry. you can tell he thinks it’s weird that you’re only a year older than him and acting like his mom while fucking his dad. but still, megumi is hard to read, he’s even more bitch-faced than his father is.

you sigh and put on a small smile. “okay, let me know if you change your mind.”

and then it’s pretty silent until toji comes in, showered and holding his work bag.

toji downs the coffee you offer him quickly and shoves a piece of toast in his mouth before he pulls you in and slaps your ass then grips it, making you squeak and blush with megumi just feet away on his phone.

“t-toji!” you gasp at him, futilely pushing his chest away as he chuckles and finally lets go of your ass but he still holds you close.

“oh hush. he doesn’t care, do ya, kid?” toji nonchalantly asks megumi as he takes a long wiff of your neck.

megumi simply sighs, clearly annoyed with his father like usual.

ignorant toji kisses you deeply before reluctantly letting you go and snatching the other piece of toast you made him.

“be back soon,” you pout lovingly, following him to the front door before he opens it and turns to you.

“i’ll miss you too, sweet girl. i’ll call you.” he looks down at you with affection and sighs as he finally exits with a wave.

you watch him pull out of the driveway and leave as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

you fiddle with the lock on the front door and it seems to be working fine.

once you’re back in the kitchen, you sit at the kitchen island and lean your chin onto your palm as you watch megumi cook for himself, back facing you by the stove. you just can’t drop the idea that your ‘dream’ wasn’t just a dream. the way toji poked and prodded at you like a teenage virgin was so odd— not to mention how he didn’t speak or let you touch him.

“how’d you sleep?” you inquire and megumi stops moving the spatula around in the pan when you speak briefly before clearing his throat and then continuing.

“good. why?”

“just wondering, do you know for sure if i locked the door last night before we went to sleep?” you ask, obviously not wanting to scare him into thinking someone broke in— but at this point it’s a possibility.

“uh- i think you did, what happened?” megumi inquires, not even turning to face you as he stirs his eggs

you sigh and blink down at the counter top, “nothing, nothing.”

now, he turns to you with his natural lidded eyes and indifferent face but he seems more observant of you right now.

“you think someone broke in or something?” he huffs out of his nose but he doesn’t even smile, as if he’s more focused on how you react.

you gulp. “i- probably not. i’m being ridiculous.” you wave him off.

and he simply hums before turning back to his eggs.“something happen?” he asks after a few moments of thinking to himself.

it’s not like you can just flat out tell your boyfriend’s son you think someone broke in to eat you out and left.

“just didn’t know when toji came in last night.” you utter, as if that’s a plausible explanation for thinking someone broke in.

“think it was four.” megumi hums, turning back to face you once again with his natural, bored gaze.

you blink at the counter and then up at him with a confused twitch to your brows. “you.. you were up last night?”

and you gulp as you gaze at his hair that sticks out from all directions, unlike his father.

he hums in confirmation, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips as his gaze flicks down to your bruised wrists, his smile so faint that you’d believe it wasn’t actually there. lips that make you think about if you ever felt toji’s scar on your pussy last night.

your breathing begins to quicken but you’re deep in denial, your mind protecting you by forcing yourself to deny the idea that megumi could have been the man between your thighs last night.

“o-oh, couldn’t sleep?” you inquire, attempting to steady your voice and hold a normal looking smile. honestly you couldn’t care less that he couldn’t sleep, but at this point, you’re trying to continue the conversation like normal so he doesn’t suspect that you know anything.

“yeah, i had a sweet tooth.”

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lowkey already have pt 2 planned out🙂‍↕️

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