Not So Innocent

ෆ Not So Innocent

Synopsis: Sweet and innocent girls like you are his favorite thing in this wretched world.

CW: f!reader, pro-soccer player!Bachira, cunnilingus, lowkey dirty talk + corruption kink, inexperienced + implied virgin reader, car sex. This is for my beloved @sleepysnk ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

When you go out with both your friends and his, Bachira can’t help but keep his eyes on you most of the time. The pretty little skirt and crop top, coupled by that cute little soft pink makeup on your eyes, and gloss on your lips—Bachira is unable to avert his gaze, making it easy to get caught by you (and literally everyone.)

His eyes are wide, your bright smile sends shivers down his spine as you jump happily over winning some fucking game that he doesn’t even know the name of—the stupid and embarrassed look on your face as you sit and listen to everyone unabashedly talking about their sexual life. 

The hookup culture that you never wanted to participate in, and the relationships that you’re always too afraid of being in. Bachira’s eyes never leave your face, he’s scrutinizing every little detail of your cute reactions that you keep failing to hide from everyone. He keeps his gaze on you as he talks about that one time he let one of his fans suck him off in the locker room. Smirking to himself when he realized that you’re sweating from how the heat of your body was creeping up your face from all the unnecessary details he began to spill.

Damn.

Sweet and innocent girls like you are his favorite thing in this wretched world.

Bachira cackles when Isagi begs him to stop. 

Bachira doesn’t think that you’ll ever manage to get out of your comfort zone—you don’t seem bold enough for any of this. Damnit, he really wishes he could be the first to watch the way you’d cry from being pleasured by something—someone other than your pretty little fingers.

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The next time the friend group hangs out at a club, you find yourself clinging to Bachira’s side since the others were already fucking around with other people, or too busy dancing. And you think that maybe it’s the drinks, but his hands are definitely playing with the plush of your thighs. Squeezing and pinching all that he can. 

You feel heat pooling between your legs when he places his hand on your inner thigh, letting his palm rest there as he draws circles with his thumb while chatting with Chigiri. 

“Bachira…” your voice is weak, dimmed by the loud music too, but he hears you regardless. 

“Hm?” His head turns to you, a small smile playing on his lips as your foggy eyes blink slowly at him. He leans towards you, his lips purposely brushing along your jaw before he presses them near your ear. “Do you wanna go somewhere private?” Bachira whispers.

The smile on his lips is stretched into a grin when you nod at him, eyes wide and doe—his fingers tighten to squeeze your thigh, then he taps you gently as he stands. 

You don’t expect to end up in his car, but there you were in the back seats of his SUV—kissing him desperately as your hands touch around his body, a man’s body…something you’ve never seen nude nor touched in your entire life. You are puzzled at the way you become so fucking needy, your body craved him ardently, wishing to be touched by his firm hands. 

Bachira’s pupils are dilated as his golden orbs glow brightly when he looks at you. His eyes smile with him at the way you attempt to follow his lips after the kiss is broken. “Don’t be hasty,” Bachira says. 

You are silent, peering at him and watching the way he smiles down at you as he removes his shirt. You shyly raise your hips for him to drag down your skirt along with your panties; instantly clamping your thighs to hide your most intimate part. 

“I’ll have to see what I’m feasting on, no?” Bachira’s palms grab your knees, fighting against your shyness until you let him spread you apart. 

Clenching at the cool air as it hits your dripping wetness, the back of your hand is over your mouth as you peer at Bachira. He is watching you through narrowed eyes, he blows some air on you then licks a quick stripe over your clit—giggling softly at the way your shoulders shake from shuddering, he presses a kiss to the side of your vulva, a bit close to your inner thigh. 

“Grab my hair if you need to,” is the last thing you hear before you’re struck with sparks of pleasure. Your abdomen clenches at the warmth of his wet tongue as he flicks your clit hungrily, your eyes dip behind your head and your fingers find purchase in his hair—subconsciously gripping the soft, ebony locks. 

So sweet, Bachira thinks. Fuck, you taste so good. 

You take care of your body so much, yet you never give yourself to anyone. Why are you letting him have you in the backseats of his car? Bachira wonders if you’ve ever had those nasty little thoughts about him the same way he does about you. 

The possibility of this situation happening earlier than this makes Bachira’s cock throb painfully. 

He’s thankful to taste you—to be the first one to taste you; Bachira’s tongue swirls your clit, flicks it messily between every two long stripes. He squeezes your thighs as he pushes his face deeper into your pussy. 

Your thighs tremble and your toes curl as tight as the knot in your lower belly before it snaps, causing your back to arch tight and your jaw to slack as your eyes are screwed shut when you cum over his tongue. Bachira moans as he sucks on your inner folds, collecting your juices with his tongue to swallow them and relish in the taste that lingers on his taste buds. 

“Sweet girl,” he pressed his thumbs in the plush of your ass. “How was it?” Bachira asks, hovering over your sprawled form. 

Your eyes are glossed from your tears, yet you keep them open to gaze into his darkened ones. “So…good,” you say, and it’s breathless too. 

He leans to kiss your sweetness into your mouth—letting you have a taste of yourself; Bachira thinks that maybe you’ll understand why you deserve to be licked and fucked good. 

Your arms lazily wrap around him, feeling giddy at the way he kisses your tongue, and swirls his own over yours. His hand trails between your legs, he dips a finger into you to feel how wet you are, then he adds another to stretch you a bit as he pumps them into you. 

“Bachira—”

“Say Meguru,” he murmurs into your neck. 

You hum softly, swallowing thickly as you mutter out his name, “Meguru…”

“What is it baby?”

“I haven’t…I haven’t done this before.” Your voice is timid when you speak, and the way you look at him makes his heart clench from all the wicked thoughts that simmer in his brain.

“Oh of course you haven’t,” he giggles, not caring about the offense he’s stuck you with. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.” 

Your face feels hot—your body is burning hot as well, too exuberant to even speak your thoughts anymore. There is a real cock in front of you, it’s not from some porn video on your screen, and it’s not anyone else’s; it’s Bachira’s. 

Bachira Meguru, the boy you’ve crushed on since middle school, and grew up to watch him become a professional soccer player. 

Holy fuck, is all you can think of when Bachira squeezes his hard cock as he presses a thumb over the leaking tip. You part your thighs further, giving him more than enough space to settle between your legs. You think your brain has shut down the moment Bachira drags himself along your soaking folds—you feel the small bump of his protruding vein as it brushes your clit. 

“Meguru please—!” you cried, losing your (very little) self control as you held his wrist. Your cunt clenching at the sight of his sweat slicked abs and the clear precum shining on his tip. 

Bachira raises a brow, “didn’t I tell you to not be hasty?” he questions through a smile. 

When he enters you, you feel weird, there is an odd stretch that your walls aren’t used to. Not that you’re complaining, but fuck, his cock feels so good dragging along your tight walls. Your jaw is slacked from the curve of his cock as he kisses your g-spot repeatedly. 

Shit, it’s alien to you. It’s something you’ve never thought that you’ll experience, albeit all those videos that talk about how bad men are at finding your g-spot…they’ve become nothing but lies to you, because Bachira Meguru’s cock is stimulating that certain spot that has you seeing the stars inside his fucking car.

On another point of view, Bachira is so fucking sure that you’ve fucked yourself on something as big as him. To be specific, a pink jelly dildo that he always sees in those stupid porn pop us. Oh you definitely have done that, because a virgin like you wouldn’t be this good at handling cock on your first time. 

“Are you really a virgin?” He huffs out his question through his heavy breathing. 

Your gaze is weak as you struggle to hold eye contact, “I am—!” Your choked out answer is convincing, so he chortles lightly—taking your left ankle and pushing it high until your foot is on the roof. Bachira’s pounding becomes heavier, speedy as well; he brings his right hand to slap your boob, laughing at the small yelp, then he presses his thumb over your clit. He watches the way your eyes cross briefly before you screw them tightly, biting your lip as though you’d be able to muffle out your moans. 

A virgin and innocent pussy doesn’t suck cock this greedily on a first time. Maybe you’ve lost your virginity to your dildo, honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised. 

“I wonder what toys you’re hiding.” You hear him giggle, his voice is nothing but a whisper in the back of your head as you’re too wrecked from all this warmth that’s building up in you. 

His hips snap into you harshly as he watches the way you break your back into an arch when he circles your clit. 

“Butt plugs, maybe?” He snickers, “are you even brave enough for those?” Bachira tilts his head to the side, he uses your calf to wipe the sweat from his cheek before he bites you—moaning against your leg when your pussy flutters on him, squeezing him harshly until his hips stammer with each roll.

“I have…those,” you manage to stutter out through your whimpers. “I tried—one time, it hurt so much.”

Your blurry eyes caught the manic grin on his face as he spoke, “you really are a dirty girl in secret, aren’t you?” he murmurs, there is a menacing glint in his tone. 

Bachira can’t wait to finish this round so he can go for another, and another, and another—until your body breaks from being folded into every position you never thought you'd be in. And he certainly can’t wait to teach you all the things he can do to your body.

©kenruu

If something doesn’t make sense, keep your mouth shut or I’ll blow my brains out. 😞‼️

╭﹕🎧｡♡・late night lovin’

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — your boyfriend just loves fucking you to sleep when you’re antsy.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, established relationship, petnames[doll, pretty thing/girl, sweet girl, etc.], reader has a slight caffeine problem, brief thigh riding, fingering, all characters are 18+, mdni!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — about 1k.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — this is a little bit of a mess but my bllk boy brainrot grows daily and simply have to let others see it !!﹐

nagi’s bag hit the floor with a mild thud, an exhausted sigh leaving his mouth as he struggled to kick his shoes off at the door of your shared apartment. it was no secret that he hated when practice ran over it’s usual time —and admittedly you hated it too—, especially with you in the house sitting up in bed, struggling to stay away as you awaited his arrival.

excepting you to already be in bed, curled up in the the sheets and hugging his pillow, he quietly stalks into your shared bedroom, careful not to awake you only to be surprised to find you awake in bed, phone in hand, the screen illuminating your features.

“doll?” he blinked, “what are you doing up?” he questioned, walking to bed and crawling in, causing a noticeable dip in the soft material as he took you into his warm —and admittedly still sweaty— embrace, the smell of grass still lingering on him as he kissed your temple.

“sei, welcome back! thought i heard you come in,” you beam, returning a kiss to his cheek. “couldn’t sleep, had some coffee earlier.” you explain as nagi sent a disapproving look. “c’mon pretty thing, really? knew getting you that coffee machine would be a future pain..” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

admittedly he was right, he knew getting you that thing as a present would wreck havoc one of these days and today just so happened to be the day. nagi sighed, shifting to grip your hips and pull you into his thigh, hands slipping up your —technically his— large graphic tee.

you can only giggle at his words, glancing back at him as he moved you from your spot. “what’re you doin’, sei?” you didn’t have to ask, you already know the answer to the question but snowy haired male just smiled as grabbed your plush thighs, forcing them open as he peered over you.

“mh, gotta tire you out pretty thing,” his whispers, slipping his large hand up your graphic tee, hooking his finger on the hem of your laced underwear, careful to be gentle when slipping them down your legs(they were his favorite to see you in and didn’t wanna see them all ruined). “can’t go to sleep without you.”

you squirm in your spot, borderline giddy to have your boyfriend in this moment, having been stripped of his touch all day, blowing up his phone with “i miss you”’s, “need you so bad :(“‘s and plenty of lewd selfies that kept his mind distracted from everything that wasn’t you.

“go ahead ahead angel, ride my thigh,” you shift, turning yourself to face him, gripping his shoulders for support. you didn’t mind having to do the work — you knew your boyfriend was tired, muscles sore from training and wanting nothing more than to be in bed with you.

you start off slow, pacing yourself with a slow grind against his thigh, leaving a noticeable trail of slick in your wake on the black if his shorts. a shaky sigh slips from your lips, at the slight feeling of friction while nagi sits, watching you intently, occasionally flexing the muscles to watch your face scrunched into a frustrated pout as you struggle to get off on his thigh alone.

he knew you couldn’t do it alone, he knew you needed his help and he knew it didn’t feel the same as when he did for you, knowing all the right spots to press and what movements would send you right over the edge — but he liked watching you struggling, hearing the small pleas of his name flood from your mouth asking him to help you out.

feeling rather generous he grabs your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he stops your desperate grinds, chest already having a hefty rise and fall as you try to steady your already uneven breath.

one of his hands strays from your hips, finding its way to your sticky folds, spreading them apart, collecting your slick on to of his fingers. you sigh at the feeling of his fingers lazily teasing your hole, drawing what you think are hearts around it.

his thick fingers slowly dig into your weeping cunt, a drawn out moan slipping past your lips, walls fluttering around his fingers as the grip on your grip on his shoulders tightened. “sei–” you whimper, helplessly grinding onto his fingers as his thumb mindlessly plays with your clit.

“hm? do you like that pretty thing? doin’ such a good job taking my fingers,” he whispers, half lidded eyes fluttering shut, fingers methodically in and out of you, curling them upwards, pressing that sensitive spot inside of you.

your body twitches, a mewl being ripped from your chest. “mhm– feels so good, oh fuck–! keep going, please,” the small smirk on his face grows at every little word that floods from your lips. a content hum comes from him when he feels your walls flutter, then clench around his fingers; sucking him in as if you wanted more than he could give.

even while tired, likely on the verge of sleep even whilst doing this, he always had the ability to slowly make you come undone one way or another with such minimal effort and that fact alone stroked his ego but admittedly you shared the same effect on him.

he’d be lying if he didn’t say that seeing you crumble on him like this didn’t leave him with an aching boner — seeing the starry, glossed look in your hooded eyes, mouth slightly agap, breath heavy and chest heaving. you were truly a sight for sore eyes, looking so pretty for him without even having to try.

“gah– y’clamping down on my fingers so tight pretty thing, can barely move,” he huffed, watching your body go limp on top of his large frame, eyes struggling to stay open as whiney moans escaped your chest. you were getting tired, he knew once your orgasm hit that it would be the final blow.

he works his finger in and out of your cunt a bit more, thumb now rubbing quicker circular motions on your clit. the heat in your stomach grew, eyes rolling back as a sudden wave of pleasure washes you, leaving the feeling of sleep in its wake, your eyes soon fluttering shutting as nagi removed his fingers from your sticky, velvety walls.

he sucked both his fingers cleaned, a little pop noise coming from his mouth as he pulled them from his lips, moving you onto the soft mattress and pulling the sheets over your body. he groaned, glancing at the tent his shorts. “nothing that a quick cold shower won’t fix..” he grumbled, pressing a chaste kiss your lips as he climbed out of bed. “gotta take care of myself now.”

2023 ©stqr-grl

A+ Classmate

Geto x Fem Reader x Virgin Gojo

Warnings: 18+. Noncon. Dubcon. Loss of Virginity. Cunnilingus. Coercion. Unprotected Sex. Creampie. Dacryphilia. Cheating. Tit Job. Double Penetration (one hole). Fingering. Multiple Orgasms. Nipple/breast play. Spit. Cumming swallowing. Name calling (slut, toy, etc).

Wc: 4.6k | JJK Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You can feel Satoru's eyes burning a hole in the side of your head as you look down at his piece of paper on the desk, your pencil tapping against the edge of the table while you once more look over everyone's work. He doesn't try hiding it, doing it all afternoon as your group works on finishing the last details of the presentation you will be presenting at the end of the week, his eyes only looking away from you to glance at Suguru, telepathically speaking to him. 

Looking up and handing him back his paper, a few notes scribbled along the edge, interrupting their most recent silent conversation, "Just go through the notes, and everything should be good." 

He looks up at you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, eyes widened as if he had been caught doing something inappropriate. Satoru takes the paper from you, long fingers skimming over yours, "Thanks." 

You turn away, reaching for the paper Shoko is handing over to you, her face still turned to the screen of her computer as she makes the slides, ignoring Satoru's gaze. Setting the paper in front, you decide to say something as you start skimming over it, "If you want to say something say it, please, instead of burning holes into the side of my skull."

Satoru is taken aback by the tone of your voice, sitting up straighter in his spot, clearing the back of his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." 

You don't look up at him, scribbling a note at the end of Shoko's paper and handing it back to her, "Okay. Finish that so we can go home." 

A buzzing sounds across from you, Shoko looks away from her screen to pick up her phone. She starts typing on it while the rest of you continue working, the clicking sound throughout your bedroom. She suddenly breaks the silence that had resettled over the room, gathering her things, "I have to go, but I'll send you the slides later tonight when I get back," she tells you standing up and heading to your bedroom door. She bids her farewell to the two men seated on opposite sides of you, "Bye guys, I'll see you later."

You sigh, returning to work on your own half of the work, silently typing on your computer, noting that Suguru is no longer working on his half, his concentration on Satoru. You watch as they mouth words to each other, clearing your throat before speaking again, "If neither of you is going to work, you can leave. Or you can just ask me whatever it is you're curious about since it's obvious whatever your silently talking about is me."

They both fall silent, Suguru shrugging his shoulders at Satoru, getting up a second later, and pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he heads towards the window. "You ask her," he mutters as he lights it and leans out.

Satoru avoids looking at you, swallowing and scratching the back of his head, now that it's you looking at him. He nervously speaks, which is out of place for him, "Well you see, we heard you're going out with Sukuna...and we just wanted to know if it's true."

You blink a couple of times, turning back to work, responding without care, "It is. But that's really non-"

"Why?" He interrupts, the words spewing out of his mouth without regard for what he's actually saying, "I mean I know you're a girl, but you're not exactly his type. Have you seen what type of girls he hooks up with? You certainly don't fit the type."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're a...you know...prude."

You stare at him, clenching your fists at your side, "I'll have you know Sukuna was the one that approached me."

"Probably on a bet."

"Even if was a bet he's stuck around hasn't he?" You throw back, anger coursing through your body. 

You expect him to say something back, but when you look back at him his looking at you quizzically, head tilting from side to side. He leans closer to the table, breathing out, "Let me see what's got him hooked."

"What? No!" You exclaim, laughing thinking his joking

Satoru stalks towards you on his hands and knees, "Come on, we just want to see what all the fuss is about."

"Stop, 'Toru," you warn, slowly moving away from him, your hair standing up as he approaches you.

But Satoru doesn't stop, he keeps taunting you while slowly cornering you in your bedroom, "I have you and he had sex? I mean it can't be that great, yet you have Sukuna wrapped around your little finger. Did you just spread your legs open for him the first time? He doesn't seem like the type to wait." He looks up at you watching as your face becomes flustered, your eyes avoiding him. "Fuck, I didn't think you were that type of girl, y/n. If I hadn't overheard you and the other girls talking, I'd think you were a virgin. Kinda hard to imagine you spreading your legs for anyone when your nose is always stuck in a book. Much less for Sukuna." He grunts, crawling closer to you, tongue licking his lips, "If you spread them for him, you can spread them for us, right? We've known you longer, it's only fair."

The edge of your bed hits your back, Satoru still crawling towards you, his hand resting near your foot, predatory gaze looking up at you, tongue running over his lower lip. Your heart is thumping rapidly against your ribcage when he grabs onto both your ankles, slowly moving them up your calves while speaking, "Just a taste. Want to know what has Sukuna hanging onto your every word." His hand hook under your knees, sliding down the back of your thighs as you try to get away from his touch, your legs spreading apart as he forces his way between them. 

You look at Suguru with your frightened eyes, scared that Satoru is no longer playing around, nervously chuckling, "Sugu tell him to stop. This isn't funny anymore."

Suguru moves from his spot near the window, killing the cigarette he had been smoking on the trim, looking at you with the same hungry look as Satoru. "Sorry, doll." He grunts, coming next to the two of you, hooking his arm beneath your armpit and raising you onto the bed, stealing you from Satoru's hold. He makes himself comfortable behind you, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck, whispering in your ear as his fingers trace the column of it, "But I'm just as curious as him." 

His chest is pressed against your back, warm breath fanning over your neck and ears. Satoru moves to the edge of the bed where your feet are, choosing to press a few kisses along your ankles and legs, his blue eyes watching as you try to squirm away from both of them, your waterline teary, "Please, stop. If you stop now, I'll pretend none of this happened."

Suguru clicks his tongue, hands coming down to your thighs to spread them apart again, making room for Satoru to climb into the bed between them, who doesn't stop pressing kisses to your thighs. "I don't think you understand what situation you're in right now, y/n." He lets go of you for a second, hand waving around your bedroom room, "You're alone, with two men, in the middle of the day, in your bedroom." 

You stop to look around the bedroom, vision blurred by the tears falling down your face. He was right, all of your roommates were either at work or school. Not all that, you had soundproofed your room when you first moved in, after finding out that a few of your roommates were early birds. A fact that Suguru made sure to emphasize as his hand groped whatever part of you it could. 

Suguru cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, smiling as he notices the tears streaming down your face, "So tell me, y/n, are we doing this the easy way, or do you need more convincing?" 

The tears burn the corners of your eyes as you nod, relaxing your legs, showing them that you weren't going to try and keep them from doing whatever they were thinking. "Okay. I'll do whatever you want," you hiccup, looking down at Satoru go smiles at you like a child you just got candy. 

"Good girl," Suguru praises, licking the shell of your ear, "Now first is Satoru, he's been thinking about this since we saw you leave Sukuna's apartment two weeks ago, so it's only fair. Now be the good girl that you are and keep your legs open wide for him, 'kay" Nodding you spread your legs open until there's enough room for Satoru to climb up and his warm breath to fan over your cunt. You pull your skirt up to your waist, holding it in place as Satoru stares at the wet patch forming on your white underwear. Behind you Suguru whistles, moving the hair at the nape of your neck out of the way so he can nip and bite there, "Look at that, didn't even have to tell you to do that. You really are a really good girl. Sukuna's a very lucky man."

All you can do is whine in response, Satoru's tongue licking one sling stripe along your slit up to your clit through your underwear. He repeats the same thing three times, making sure to run his tongue over the wet patch faintly tasting you on the material, before deciding to push them to the side. His long fingers spread your labia, blue eyes fixated on your clenching hole. He mumbles something under his breath that you can't hear before prodding at your entrance with a finger. He doesn't stick the entire thing in, but experimentally curls it upwards, heart thrumming in his chest when you needly move forward and push more in you. His eyes widen when he feels your warm walls clenching around it, muttering "It's so warm."

Suguru laughs behind you, his hands coming under your shirt, "You know, Satoru's never actually seen a pussy before." Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, looking back at Suguru, questioning if you heard right. "Yeah, he talks all big and shit, but your pretty little cunt is the first pussy he has ever seen."

It all slowly starts to click in your head, the staring, the curious prodding with his finger, the hesitant kisses on your legs. "He's a virgin," you whisper, turning back to look at Satoru, his head still shoved between your legs, tongue drawing circles around your clit before his lips wrap around it. 

He sucks on the bud with enthusiasm, pulling back with it between his teeth before letting it go with a soft pop. His head dips back down to your clenching hole with his tongue, his lips moving as if he were kissing your mouth. The sound of your slick and his lips sound throughout the room, your body writhing between them as his head moves between your thighs, his nose bumping against your clit.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Satoru's tongue messily laps at your cunt, thighs trembling around his head, Suguru's hands kneading your breasts between his fingers. You can feel Satoru humming every time he licks back up to your clit, your body arching into his mouth when he slides a finger next to his mouth, Suguru's skilled fingers tweaking your nipples. There's a small gasp escaping your lips as pleasure replaces the fear and embarrassment from earlier.

Your feel your body warming up, thighs trembling around Satoru's head, and the corner of your eyes no longer stinging from tears. You can feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming in your belly, twisting into itself with every swipe and pinch. The front of your head is starting to feel light, your face burning as your orgasm gets built up by the two men. You gasp for air, your body shaking in its hold, your lungs struggling to keep the air flowing. Your hand reaches down to pull roughly on Satoru's hair, making him groan into your pussy, trying to provide a break from his eagerness, but he's much stronger than you. Too high off of your taste to be stopped, and he just pushes your legs up toward your body, tongue still moving against you and a second finger joining the first. 

"Guys," you huff, " too m-much." 

Satoru doesn't seem to hear you, but Suguru just laughs behind you, the sound making your thighs clench around Satoru's head. "If you cum on his tongue he might stop, but like I said he's been waiting for this so he isn't going to stop until you cum," he mutters, his warm breath in your ear making you shiver and seek solace from the uncomfortable burning in between your legs as your being pulled towards the edge of your release. 

You shift against Suguru, Satoru chasing after you, his hard-on pressing against your back, your head resting on his shoulder the cedar scent of his cologne invading your sense of smell as your body moves against Satoru's tongue, desperate for the knot in the pit of your belly to come undone. 

"Look at you basically riding his face like a little slut. Are you going to cum soon?" Suguru laughs, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes watching as your face twists in pleasure, "I guess the pretty face and sounds your making is why Sukuna's kept you as his toy for as long as he has. I know I would've kept you close, too."

You can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, warmth spreading from the tip of your toes up to the crown of your head. The three of you realize what's happening too late, your legs clasping around Satoru's head, and your back arching Suguru's chest, sliding down his body. "Oh my god, oh god," you chant, eyes squeezing shut and body trembling. Satoru's tongue doesn't stop moving against you, his hands pushing your legs further apart as he tries to get even closer to your quivering body, taking everything you give him.

Above you, Suguru moves his hands along your sides and stomach, smiling as he watches you tremble on the bed and your orgasm wash over you in waves, "Such a pretty sight."

Satoru's tongue is still languidly lapping at your cunt as the last ripples of your climax course through your body. Small whiny hums vibrate from the back of your throat from the sensitivity, and you wriggle away from his lips, sitting up and successfully pushing him off when you press your foot on his shoulder. He pouts up at you, chin coated in your juices, making a show of licking his lips. His fingers still hold onto the back of your thighs kneading the fat. 

Behind you Suguru moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it and your bra up to release your breasts. His thumb flicking over one of the nipples, "Feel good," he breathes, lips ghosting over your jaw.

You clear your throat, struggling to bring air into your lungs, and croak, "Y-yeah." 

"Good, 'cause it's my turn, but I think I want to try these pretty tits," he tells you, pulling the nipple between his fingers, and laughing when you yelp. 

You don't complain when he moves out from behind you, pulling your shirt and bra fully off of you, and lays beside you, open-mouthed pressed to your exposed collarbone. He toys with the nipples, pinching and pulling as he kisses down to the valley between your breasts, tongue licking the skin. You don't complain when he takes one of your tits into his mouth and pulls the nipple between his teeth before letting go, only whining when he does it again on the other more harshly, teeth digging into the sensitive bud. 

You're doing everything they ask. Giving them a taste of what Sukuna gets to do to you when you meet up with him. Everything would end once Suguru was done messing with your breast. At least that's what you tell yourself until you hear the clicking of a belt and clothes being shuffled. 

Looking down, around Suguru's head who's blocking your view of the end of the bed, you see Satoru standing up. His pants are being tossed at the end of your bed, large hand wrapped around his hardened cock, stroking himself, the head flushed pink and swollen. He kneels on the bed, spreading your legs open again with one hand. 

"W-what are you doing?" you ask, panic rising in your chest when he pushes your knees up towards your body, "You didn't say anything about going this far." You try to push Suguru away, and maybe put an end to this before things went any further. 

But he's stronger and heavier than you, one arm wrapping underneath you and the other keeping you open for Satoru, who's drooling as he presses his flushed head to your clit, he lets go of your perked bud with a pop. Resting his head on your chest he frowns up at you, "Yeah, but we also didn't say we wouldn't go this far. Are you really going to leave him like that? Look at how hard he is for you, he's practically cumming already," you look up at Satoru, his cock running along your slicked folds, "He's going to think his virgin dick isn't good enough for you. Are you really going to hurt his feelings like that, y/n?"

You chew on your bottom lip as you watch Satoru's cheeks turn red, his length sliding between your lower lips, the head bumping against your clit. With his hand he guides himself down, the head catching your entrance. You whine as the tip pushes in and out quickly. Satoru is in awe by the brief warmth of your walls around it that he does it again, pushing the entire head in this time, his head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes back in. He keeps doing it as you make up your mind, pleasure shooting up your spine every time he does, Suguru's lips wrapping back around your nipple. Looking up at Satoru, watching as sweat travels down his temples and his mouth opened in a small 'o' small whimpers escaping, you don't think you've ever been blessed with such a sight. Giving in, you reach between your bodies, spreading your lips apart for him and relaxing your legs, "Okay, but you can't cum inside."

Satoru looks down at you like a puppy wagging its tail as a treat is held in front of them, already pushing more of himself into your heart, "Really?" You nod your head, hissing as he starts to stretch you.

At the same time, Suguru's lips curl up against your chest, nipping at the bud, before pulling back and praising you, "Good girl." He slides off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and sweats down, revealing that he hadn't been wearing underwear. His eyes watch as Satoru bottoms out inside of you, mumbling incoherently. He walks up beside him, slapping his back, before crawling up the bed, "How's your first pussy, 'Toru?" 

Shallowly thrusting, your walls squeezing around him, Satoru stutters, sounding out of breath, "A-amazing. Are all pussies this wet and warm? Are they all this tight?" 

Suguru laughs at him, not answering as he moves towards you. He swings one leg over your torso, thumbs rubbing your nipples, and his dick settling between them. "Stick your tongue out," he demands, spitting a glob of spit between the valley of your breasts before pushing them together. You do as he says, your body starting to slide against the sheets as Satoru finds a steady pace, his whimpers and moans filling up the room. "You look pretty like this. A dick between these pretty tits, and your tongue sticking out, waiting for a big cock to fill your mouth," Suguru groans, moving his hips, his dick sliding between your boobs. The head of his cock touches your tongue for a second before he slides back, causing it to disappear from your eyesight. It reappears a second later, the tip touching your lips this time as it slides on your tongue. A sly smile spreads across his face when he sees you wrinkle your nose at the salty tastes of his pre-cum, but you don't close your mouth and look up at him with doe eyes. 

Satoru doesn't seem to be happy at the lack of attention his receiving and he pushes the back of your thighs up to your stomach, your knees making contact with Suguru's back, his dick now kissing your g-spot. A moan sounds at the back of your throat as he keeps brushing against the spot, his rhythm increasing as he chases his high. It's clear that he isn't worried about your pleasure, his hips smacking against yours as he keeps your legs spread, making your head bob up and down in sync with Suguru's thrusts.

You can feel Satoru's thighs trembling, his pace starting to falter, and his whines growing higher. above you, Suguru doesn't seem to be doing much better. Thin eyebrows pinched together while he watches his length slide between your breast and his pre-cum coat your tongue and lips. Reaching down you rub your clit, your walls spasming around Satoru's cock as he brushes against your soft, slowly building your orgasm. 

Satoru's the first to cum, his brain failing to catch up with what is happening and warm spurts of semen coating your walls before he manages to pull out and finish cumming on your navel. He lets out strangled moans, mumbling "I'm sorry's" as he coats your lower half in the rest of his cum. But the way he's looking at the cum he did spill into you, he discovers that his apologies are empty. And if could look at you he would see the same dopey smile Suguru is staring at you feel his warm seed pour out of you. 

"Fuck," He mutters, letting go of your breasts, and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking himself over your chest. Suguru's head is tossed back as he releases on your breasts, white warm liquid spraying across your chest. He peers down at you, hand still rubbing up and down his length, and sliding up further up the bed to pull your head up, "Open your mouth more." 

Your hands come up to grab onto his thighs, sticking your tongue out more, "Aaah." He pushes the tip in, spurts of salty cum filling the inside of your mouth, making you grimace. 

When he finishes he pulls out, sitting back on you, forcing your mouth to close and swallow his cum. Smirking as he watches you make a face. He doesn't move off after you swallow, his chest rising up and down, looking down at you as he feels your legs rub against each other behind him. Suguru glances behind him, his eyes falling on Satoru whose head is pressed on the edge of the bed, eyes falling closed. "You tired?" he asks him, moving off your chest and pulling you to the end of the bed and picking you up, hooking an arm beneath your ass before laying on his back in the mess of juices on the sheets. 

Satoru barely glances up, mumbling his answer, "A little. Why?"

"Thought we could share," Suguru answers, spreading your lower lips apart, making you whine and wither in his on top.

Perking up, Satoru moves onto the bed, licking his bottom lip as he looks at your spread hole, trailing off as he asks, "You mean we both..."

Suguru reaches between the two of you, running the tip of his length along your folds before pushing the tip in, "Yeah, we both use her pretty little pussy at the same time. She's wet enough, so it shouldn't hurt too much."

You shake your head against Suguru's shoulder, feeling Satoru move up behind you, his cock bobbing against your ass, pleading with both of them, "Two is too much." 

But your plea goes unheard as Satoru speaks over you, his hand wrapping around himself, "Can we both really fit in her pussy?"

Suguru nods, pressing a kiss to your temple, spreading you open more, "Yeah, we just have to be a little careful, but we can both fit."

Satoru groans behind you, "Okay...I think I go one more round." He lines the head of his cock next to Suguru's, his hand resting on your as and rubbing circles as they both start to push in.  

You wiggle between them, pain shooting up your back as they both start to stretch your cunt to its limit. Panic starts to form throughout your body. How are you going to fit both of them in one hole when you already felt so full with just their tips?

You claw the sheets up Suguru's head shaking your head, tears forming on the edges of your eyes, "Sugu it's too much, I can't your both too big."

Suguru smiles up at you, swiping his thumb on your cheek and wiping away a tear, ignoring your begging, "You look so pretty when you cry." 

They both bottom out, Satoru's pelvis pushed against your ass, large hand splayed on your hips. Suguru's arms wrapped around your waist as they both start to move in and out of your spasming walls. More tears start to slide down your cheeks as your insides burn from the stretch, neither allowing you enough time to accommodate both of them. Suguru seems to get off to the tears that fall on his chin, his hand squeezing between your bodies to rub your clit while Satoru kisses the back of your neck.

With Suguru's skilled fingers stimulating your clit, the pain turns into pleasure, your hips moving back to meet theirs. Satoru moans in your ear, hips faltering as the knot in his stomach tighten with every thrust, feeling his dick slide along Suguru's, their heads bumping against one another in your warmth. 

"She feels so much higher," he whimpers in your ear, "I think about to cum."

Planting his feet on the ground, Suguru thrust up into you, his hold around you tightening. "Think you can let us come inside you this time, princess?" He tries, "I saw the dumb look you made earlier when Satoru came inside you. I know you want us to." He pushes your hair from your face, smiling as he watches you nod dumbly, your brain slipping in and out as you're pushed to the edge of your limit, your body buzzing from the sensation of his fingers and the two cocks inside you. Looking over your shoulder he gives Satoru a nod, "Cum inside her."

At just like that, they're both releasing inside you, their hips stopping as they paint the insides of your cunt white, some of it dribbling out, your own release following. You shake between them, your mind falling blank, your entire being burning. 

You don't know how much time has passed, but your brain is just catching up to you when the door is swung open pink head flashing in your vision. "What the fuck?" Sukuna roars, forcing your brain to finally catch up with your body.

You're still on the bed naked, laying beside Satoru, and Suguru's at your window, smoking again, sweats hanging from his hips.

"Hey, man, sorry we couldn't help ourselves to your toy."

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Toxic ex husband gojo getting us pregnant is such a superior thought 😩

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw/ tw. fem!reader, mildly dubious consent, jealousy, unprotected sex, mentions of trying to get pregnant, cheating (but not with Gojo and reader), manipulation (kinda), obsessive behavior, breeding kink, reader's bf is an oc, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby) | wc. 800+

an. mmk hear me out on this.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. 

“Yeah…he’s nice.” You rattle on about how you met your boyfriend, Rin, through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, and wants kids—

He smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

But if you weren’t so up in the air about bumping into your ex after several months of silence—since his mom invited you over for the holidays—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who starts showing up in odd places after that.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—when has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

The second time is while you’re walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here. The one up on the hill,” he tells you. 

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it before, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard.

According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks, “You want to see it?”

Obviously, you shouldn’t say yes.

“Sure.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen, something you’ve always wanted, he eyes you questioningly. “So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Gojo matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s good.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who suggests dinner—friends can have dinner together, can’t they?—which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, the house, that he avoids any conversation around Rin, that maybe he’s trying to—

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.

He chuffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse. 

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. “Such a pretty wet pussy, fuck.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into your slick cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see you can still take it.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells in your head, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.

Pairing. Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader (end game), sakusa kiyoomi x reader

Genre. Fluff, Angst, Dad! Haikyuu

Warnings. terrible communication, you have a child, y/n and ushijima are both in the wrong, mentions of loss of virginity, smut*

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Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.