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SYNOPSIS: After losing your job due to the sloppy work you have been handing in recently, you turn to the only good thing in your life - the time you spend with the man whose job it is to give you the attention you paid for.
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CONTENT: Minors do NOT interact! No-curses AU, host Suguru, fem. reader, host clubs, unrequited love, kissing, fingering, penetration, smut, alcohol (no one is drunk), unwise financial decisions, reader is a little pathetic, emotional manipulation, Suguru is a little terrible and thinks he is above them in many ways, not proofread
When he opens the door to his private lounge at the very top of the building, Suguru blinks down at you in surprise. This feeling isn’t caused by your presence — since you had gone the trouble of booking one of the host club’s kyabakura rooms in advance and way earlier than you usually do — but by the state you’re in.
You’re soaked and he deduces that you must have walked all the way here without an umbrella. When you look up at him you look even more hopeless than you usually do, your face swollen and the corners of your eyes holding that weight that they always do when you’ve cried. Suguru is no stranger to your troubles.
The man coos at you as he moves to the side while he holds the door open. One of his hands finds its place on your shoulder as he guides you into the private room gently. “You poor thing. Did you forget your umbrella? Let me bring you some towels,” he murmurs in that sickeningly sweet voice he uses around you. Making sure you’re seated comfortably, he walks over to the back of the room before he returns with two towels.
Carefully, he helps you dry off, his hands working to take off your clothes in the process. “You’ll freeze if you keep them on,” Suguru tuts at you when you try to complain. Begrudgingly, you accept what he does, changing into the robe he hands you. It’s a black silk one, not quite long enough to reach your knees but it covers you decently once you tie it together around your waist..
It’s not like you are in a position to feel any shame over exposed skin anyway but you want to hang onto the last bit of dignity you’ve got left for now. In his eyes, you must look pathetic but if that’s the case, he does a good job of hiding it.
It is a part of his job after all.
Cupping your cheek, the host runs his thumb over the soft skin underneath your eye. “Can I get you something to drink, sweet thing?” Automatically, you nod and the way his eyes crinkle into a satisfied smile makes your heart ache a little less. You feel a little lighter.
It’s only after two drinks that you finally open up to him, the alcohol that warms your body and his gentle voice managing to coax you into spilling what’s weighing so heavily on your heart.
“I got fired,” you mumble, trying to hide the shame that floods you by emptying your glass. It’s not enough to even make you feel tipsy but you don’t care. Holding it out to him, you wait for a refill. “Just like that. I know I have been slacking off a little at work recently but still…”
Suguru fills your glass, only halfway this time before his hand finds its way to your thigh. Rubbing circles into the skin on the inside of your leg, he coos, “You’ll find something new in no time, won’t you? I’d be sad if you didn’t return to me.”
It’s not that you spend huge sums on him. Suguru has regulars who spend more than five times what you spend on him weekly during a single evening session but there is something about your presence that reassures him.
Whenever you step into his lounge, the way you look for him is a little different than how his other customers do. There’s no sense of transaction to your behavior with him, no feelings of superiority from your side. You don’t see yourself as a buyer – a benefactor of any sort to him.
Yet, your obviously existent obsession doesn’t go overboard. You manage to walk the tightrope between being too submissive to his every whim and keeping a certain defiance. You understand your role in his life and you don’t try to act out. It’s not complicated with you and he likes the fact that he can count on you to do what he expects you to.
Less trouble for him.
“I-,” you begin, struggling a little. Before, you could barely pay for your little flat considering most of your paycheck ends up in Suguru’s hand but the thought of not seeing him anymore makes you feel physically ill. “I’d find ways to come visit you anyway.”
A cheeky smile tugs on his lips. The thought of your devotion triumphing over your own needs sends a shiver down his spine and his other hand finds its way to your chin, tilting it up for easier access. “But now without any payment… Right, sweetheart?”
Leaning lower, Suguru’s lips find your throat. Leaving warm kisses against your cold skin, he works his way down your chest, between the fabric of the silk robe. Parting it to reveal your chest to his eyes, he chuckles at the soft sigh that leaves your lips. “Let me take care of you. Make sure you’re getting your money’s worth,” he whispers.
Most of the time, his encounters at work are not of a sexual nature. It is either the patrons with particularly loose wallets or his longtime regulars who are allowed to indulge in a passionate session with him and even then, Suguru is picky. Picky about who he wishes to indulge, in what way, and when.
Today, he’s feeling a little lenient. Not necessarily out of sympathy. You’re fun to keep around and he knows that if he throws you a little treat - offers you a little sweetness - you’ll be coming back for more. Even more so, now that you’re obviously in a bad situation.
Suguru senses the hesitation in your expression and his hands squeeze your waist encouragingly. “What? Not in the mood?” he coos in that way that makes you feel a little guilty. “Here I thought I could help you feel a little better but if you don’t want to…”
“N-no, no, I do want to, it’s just-” you try to explain but he shushes you softly, and soon enough you find yourself on your back, the soft cushions of the sofa comfortable against your skin as the robe is already halfway off your shoulders.
Unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, Suguru smiles down at you in that disarming way that causes your body to feel boneless in the best ways possible. “Just let me cheer my favorite customer up today, hm?”
His favorite.
He probably says this to every single one of his customers but you want to believe in his words today. The way he is looking down at you — molten pools of that rich brown color that swallow you whole whenever your eyes meet, bestowing you with a gaze so filled with adoration — makes you feel special. It is precisely this talent of his that had drawn you to him in the first place.
Suguru’s presence in your life is one that is sure. A pillar your mind could rest against whenever you get lost and struggle to find your place in the world. He was special and when you offered the necessary compensation, he shared that with you. Made you feel special in turn. These hours with him are what you hang onto for dear life —simultaneously hanging onto the belief that you too, could be special.
Even if it’s just for an hour, right underneath his gaze.
Long fingers dance their way up your shins, palms flattening out against your body once he reaches your thighs. When had he pulled your legs up onto the sofa and squeezed himself between them?
You don’t get to think about it too much when his hands find their way under your robe which is barely being held together by its belt. The soft sigh that falls from your lips is the thing he’s looking for and it’s evident with the way he hums with satisfaction.
Warm against your slightly cool skin, his hands slide over your hips, one traveling down again to hike your leg up a little and spread you open for better access, while the other finds the lace of your underwear. Brushing against the fabric, a low chuckle escapes him.
“You were so hesitant but you’ve already started to soak through your panties,” Suguru chides teasingly. It has a bit of a mean edge to it but all it does is just heat your skin up even more. It’s not unpleasant to have him make fun of you a little and it’s not like you could hide the effect he has on you anyway.
Rubbing your folds through your panties, Suguru bows his head to lick his way up your tummy, continuing until he reaches your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. Suckling on the sensitive bud, he releases it when it’s perky under his attention before gently catching it between his teeth and tugging on it. You clench down around nothing, your back arching into his touch as a whimper escapes you.
“You can take them off,” you murmur sweetly, your voice sounding breathy and foreign to your own ears. The host’s eyes travel up your body until they settle on your face.
Tilting his head to the side, he quips, “I know I can.” Teasing you further by rubbing his fingers along the length of your slit, he continues, “Do you want me to? Is this not enough?” His thumb circles over your clit but the friction is not enough as it’s too soft through the fabric, not nearly enough to satisfy you.
“You can be greedy with me.”
– As long as you pay well.
Rationally, it would be better to spend your time looking for a new place. To save your money and fix your financial situation as swiftly as possible. Indulgence of this level is for people celebrating life’s successes, or perhaps the ones who are blessed with a seemingly endless stream of financial means.
It’s not for someone like you.
Yet, your plea for him to take your underwear off spills from your lips so easily, without anything to hold it back. And when Suguru complies with that smug expression drawn upon that beautiful face of his, you wonder if this is really that wrong of you to indulge in.
His fingers string you along so beautifully, after all. Not just when he plays along with your sorrows and offers you comfort but also in a very literal sense, when he pushes two of them into you, expertly finding that soft spot within that causes your toes to curl. Suguru’s lips find yours again and you’re taken aback for a moment before you press back eagerly.
It is rare for him to be so affectionate and if you hadn’t closed your eyes, you’d see the conflicted look in those brown pools as he gazes down at you, not letting up as his tongue pushes between your lips, tasting you.
Perhaps this was his conscience prickling at the back of his head but he closes his eyes and turns away from any lingering feelings of guilt as he pulls his fingers out of you. Coated in your wetness, he rubs them over your clit, huffing at the way your hips jump. Cute.
Getting comfortable between your legs, he pushes his pants and his underwear down in one go, just far enough for him to free himself from the restrictive fabric. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he gives himself a few pumps of the hand, watching you as your gaze is focused on his ministrations.
A small pout finds its way onto your expression when he rips open that familiar silver package before pushing the condom onto his cock.
That is also very cute.
The way your walls squeeze around him as if your heartbeat is fluttering nervously around his girth with every inch he pushes into you forces a groan from his lips. For now, he’d indulge you because people like you need this from people like him. All in good measure, of course.
With every push and pull, he thinks about how light the bills will feel in his hands later and how heavy the guilt will end up resting on your shoulders. If stacked up, he wonders how much money it would take for your back to break. Will you run out of money before he gets to find out?
Suguru knows you love him, knows that you hate yourself and that you do it in part because you love him. He doesn’t like you much either, he thinks, as you whine and writhe underneath him, your tight heat enveloping him over and over again.
When your tear-filled eyes gaze up at him, he leans down to kiss you again. He finds himself hoping that you won’t run out of money just yet.
#༄ library#oh my god.....................#i would drain my bank account for him#he's so sweet but in the most sick way i hate and love it#like you know he doesn't do it because he's nice#not because he's kind#but because it'll benefit him#GAAAAAAH
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happy may everyone, may this month bring us happiness and health and wealth and prosperity and inspiration and motivation and everything good and take away everything that may drag us down or put us in a bad mindset. we already made it this far and we will continue to persevere, love you <3
#༄ personal notes#mwah#the sun is out#imposter syndrome and bad mood can kiss my ass (i know it'll come back but it's okay)
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wahh... tojikuna... wahh
#༄ photo album#the piercings.....#they're so soft i love them :-(#i'm not a sukuna girlie (gn) but this version....#i understand y'all#boyfriends who are boyfriends
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i mean i hd to vote on your poll but.... salem x reader when??
maybe when i hone my skills more LMAO
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this looks like a calvin klein ad 👀
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SUGUBOOBS
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two’s a crowd, three’s a party !
content & warnings: fem!reader, adult content (oral, f. receiving, handjob, fingering, breastplay, exhibitionism) mdni
author’s note: one piece theme saur why nawt, also yes sabo is british to me 🫠
at the beach ! ft. ace & sabo
All eyes were on you as you strode onto the beach. You’d reserved a recliner and you were planning on soaking up some rays.
It was some much-needed R&R after the hectic work schedule you’d had the entirety of the year.
There were some familiar faces from the resort as you lowered your sunglasses and rested on the lounger.
You’d bumped into the pretty blond with a burn mark across his left eye at the resort you were staying at.
He was standing by the tides with a man around his height, they were both tan and you remembered Sabo — the blond with the British accent telling you they were here for a few weeks now.
The man beside him had tousled black hair and the cutest freckles, you bit the inside of your cheek as the two of them kept glancing at you.
He told you his friend was called Ace and they always grew up around water. Whether it was the waterfalls hidden in the mountains, the wide lakes or beaches like this.
You shook your head as you snickered to yourself. They seemed to be vying for your attention with the tricks they were doing on their surfboards.
After you made some headway in your book, you decided to make your way to change into your swimsuit properly.
That was until a soaking wet hand gripped your wrist. You almost yelped in fear but you calmed down when you were greeted by the handsome freckled friend up close.
“You scared me!” You tutted, snatching your wrist away.
“Jeez, I’m sorry.” He said with a sheepish smile, eyes forming into mini crescents. “You were givin’ me and Sabo the eyes back there, now you’re leavin’ us out in the cold?”
You snickered. It was funny seeing these two men get so sulky because you weren’t folding so easily.
“Eh? What did you want me to do? I can’t surf.”
“We could teach you!”
Yeah, you could imagine their ‘teaching’ and how handsy they’d get. Hands on your hips. He looks like an ass man.
“Sure. Maybe next time.” You said airily as you turned away but you were practically ambushed by Sabo who was backing you up into Ace.
You turned to look at them each, they were practically salivating at you.
“Or why don’t we just cut to the chase and take what we want?” Sabo chuckled darkly as he pressed you into Ace.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Ace replied with a smirk.
Tugged into the beach hut, Sabo locked the door.
“We’re gonna have to be quick.” You murmured as he almost immediately captured your lips.
Fluttering your eyes closed, you settled your hand on the nape of Sabo’s neck.
You gasped as you felt Ace begin to palm and knead your tits over the bikini top, it nearly made your knees give out.
“Anybody interrupts and I’ll tell ‘em to fuck off.” Ace said bluntly as his mouth latched onto the side of your throat teeth grazing, practically digging his fingers into the flesh of your breasts.
You whined into Sabo’s mouth at Ace’s ministrations, and he used it as an opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue.
Sabo used his free hand to untie the indigo and turquoise patterned sarong watching it clatter onto the ground, licking his lips at your panty-clad mound.
You hissed when his thumb pressed against the fabric, and he revelled in the dampness, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh as he used his thumb to tug your panties off.
“I think she likes that..” Ace remarked triumphantly between hot, wet kisses he laved across your collarbone, moving upwards to your neck.
“Course she does…was playin’ all hard to get, doesn’t she know we love to spoil a gorgeous girl?” Sabo responded smugly.
Ace cupped your jaw to turn you to face him. The entirety of the sensitive skin around your throat was tingling and coated in his saliva with bite marks.
You whimpered as Sabo gave an experimental stroke to gather the juices from between your thighs, pulling his fingers from your wet heat, bringing them up to his mouth, sucking them clean obnoxiously as his gaze remained locked onto yours.
You could barely focus, your mind was lost in a pleasurable haze from their actions. Your arm draped around Ace’s neck to keep your balance.
“Easy, baby…” Ace cooed as he bit your earlobe, twirling his tongue around the shell of your ear. “Don’t go passin’ out on us. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
He was powering through the way his arousal was throbbing painfully, your moans, the breathy and wet sounds of your kisses and the way you felt in his grip was too much for him.
There was a collective gasp from you both as your hand reached down his swimming trunks, and his hips jerked involuntarily, pushing his length into your hand, almost begging for more contact.
Sabo’s index and forefinger parted your folds to expose your swollen clit and his tongue swept across the sensitive nub causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a groan, sending shivers down your spine.
Through the lust fog, your thumb smeared the precum leaking from Ace’s tip, he whimpered losing his composure and Lothario-esque facade as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Safe to say, there was a pretty long queue outside that cotton candy pink beach hut.
author’s note: thank u for reading! interactions & reblogs are always appreciated 💘
#༄ library#mx rabbit has fainted#ohhhh my god#they're so hot TT#this is so sexy oh god i'm dizzy#them being all confident and shit makes me WEAK
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Stole a heart
#༄ photo album#sobs#he's so beautiful#he fits howl so so so well#op this artstyle is absolutely stunning
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fuck it, exposing my wips
#༄ personal notes#i'm so low on motivation and inspiration so please#little people in my phone#help me#if you want you can reblog for a wider audience#jjk smut
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#༄ photo album#YUMYUMYUMYUM#BRATTY TOJI :3#i love him he's such a cutie#look at that face#barks like a rabid dog
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hi li shen i’m so late forgive me pls 👴🏽: can i request edging with gojo? making her describe in detail what she wants even tho he knows bc he’s a bastard like that
satoru who gets his girlfriend to voice her wants in bed, even if it meant edging it out of her ⁀ ❣︎
˚ʚ minors, ageless and blank blogs dni! ɞ˚
cw: p in v, unprotected sex (pls wrap before you tap), edging, thigh job, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, mean satoru
an: omg omg hihi ❣︎ thanks so much for requesting naomi (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟi hope i did your request justice hehe i had so much fun writing it !! i kept getting inspired the more i wrote so thank you again for sending it ~
"use your words, princess," that sultry, sweet coo of your boyfriend's voice flits to your ears as his large hands guide your hips against his length. "i've taught you well, haven't i?"
your back is pressed against his toned chest, sweat pooling at the bottom of your spine, head thrown back against his broad shoulder. all the motor neurons in your body twitch with arousal and frustration when you feel satoru's cockhead catch against your aching hole before it slips past once again, his mushroom tip peek-a-booing between your thighs.
"uhm– uh–" your mind tries to formulate your instructions to satoru, but it feels like your brain is smothered in cotton, fluffy and dampening your senses - so much so that the only thing you can think of is the way your lover's fingers grip your hips slightly harder to drag you back to reality.
"i jus'- jus' need youu," you hiccup, your voice pitchy and cloying all for satoru's ears.
he couldn't help but think that this was all your fault, really. who asked you to sound so fucked out and lewd, like a siren beckoning him to the depths of your flesh, goading him to sink his throbbing cock into your soft and warm core. who asked you to sound so needy that he can't help but want to edge you and edge you and edge you?
"i know that, baby girl," satoru hums, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he slows down his movements, the drop in friction making you push your hips down against his length, trying to get him to pick his speed back up. "but i need you to tell me exactly what you want. i don't know what goes on in that pretty head of yours."
you can't help but dig your nails into the pale skin of his arms, a frustrated whine leaving your drool-slicked, kiss-bitten lips.
"i- i want you in me," you try again, making your instructions clearer for the cheeky white-haired sorcerer. "wan' you to fill me up."
"yes, but what do you want in you, princess?" he giggles - the audacity of this man to giggle - his large hand dragging up your body to tilt your head to face him as his other one disappears down between your thighs.
"do you want my fingers?" he continues, his thick digits swirling against your swollen clit, your boyfriend humming when he feels that pearly nub twitch and harden under his touch. he swirls it, and circles it before he parts your lower lips, index and middle finger spreading your sensitive flesh.
the spreading of your labia slots his thick length against you more, coating his cock in more your sweetened juices as he bucks his hips, the sudden action jolting that squeak he loves so much.
"or do you want my cock?" satoru grins lecherously, his twinkling blue eyes taking in your lewd expression. the fingers on your face push your maw apart, forcing you to speak.
"your cock! satoru, please," you immediately plead, voice cracking, eyebrows pinching into the middle of your forehead, sweat pricking at your hairline. "pretty please."
"see? that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
of course, satoru wouldn't praise you for voicing your wants, not when he knew exactly what you needed. your boyfriend knew your body better than you did, where to push your buttons, how to bend and mold your body to his needs and desires.
but what he never said in words, he always made up with his actions.
satoru pushes his aching length into your warm pussy, the sensation dragging out a satisfied moan from the two of you. but what you don't realise through your lust-filled haze is that satoru had also been edging himself as much as he has been edging you. the self-restraint this man has is unwavering, especially when it came to you.
satoru was long, veiny, and had the most wicked curve to his cock, pressing against that sweet spot within your cunt without him even needing to try.
carved by the gods, just for you.
but just when you thought his edging marathon was over, he completely stills in you, dick buried to the hilt in your gummy walls.
"what do you want now, princess?" satoru asks, head tilting to the side like a cat who's cornered a mouse. "and i need you to tell me in painful detail, okay, baby?"
you swallow thickly, core stretched out around him as you try to take charge instead, pushing your hips down. the veins on his cock drags against your gummy walls, pulling out a relieved whine from your lips as you ride his dick slightly, a reprieve, a shining light at the end of the tunnel.
until satoru completely snuffs it out by gripping your hips strongly, completely stilling your movement.
"nuh-uh, baby," he tsks through a mischievous giggle. "you gotta listen to me. so i'm going to ask you again, whaddya want?"
"ugh– i want– i want you t'fuck me," you groan out, eyes fluttering as your mind plays out first what you wanted before your pretty voice tells satoru. "i want you to– to use me, roughly..."
"and then?" he probes, a shiver travelling down his spine when you finally give in to what your lover wants. hearing you talk so dirtily always made him harder than a rock. his fingers travel down to your pussy, using your body almost as a fidget toy, tapping your clit idly, a tacky sound echoing through the room.
"i wanna feel your– your cock drag through my cunt. tip fucking my cervix and your fingers playing with my clit, and– and– and then i want you t'fill me up with your cum–"
"woah, princess," he cuts you off, head dropping to your neck as he drags his tongue up the expanse of your throat, committing the taste of your skin to his mind as if he could never get enough of it. "aren't you a lewd thing? who knew you had such a dirty mouth on ya? you've been hiding that from–"
"satoru, just fuck me!"
and to get your point across even more, you clench around him tightly, trying to get him to move along. your boyfriend did always talk too much sometimes.
"jeez, okay," satoru relents with a roll of his eyes, his hand leaving your hips briefly to run it through his dampened hair. "but just so you know, you asked for this."
satoru immediately flips you onto your front, smushing your face into his pillow as he pistons his hips into yours. it's salacious, the sounds that he's dragging out from your body, squelch after squelch, your moans muffled by his pillow as you bite down into it, drool pooling from the sides of your mouth.
he fucked you like a rabid dog, leg propped up beside your perked-up ass, using that leverage to do exactly what you wanted. his bulbous tip drags through your cunt, stretching it out for the rest of his length, veiny skin adding to the friction of it all. his fingers move to your clit, bullying the swollen nub, pinching and circling it, pooling arousal from your body which creates a white ring at the base of his cock, the sight sinful and arousing for your boyfriend.
"toru– hahh– thank you, s'ank you!" your words melt into an almost incoherent babble as your orgasm flares up quickly after being edged for so long. satoru pushes your back down more, arching your body up as he gives your ass a spank, getting you to keep that position. the zing of pain jolts your body, sending your pussy clenching around him more, sucking him into your cervix.
the curve in his dick smushes against your g-spot, sloppily making out with it until you momentarily pass out with a loud cry of his name, bed rocking with the pure force of your orgasm, body going completely limp if it wasn't for the way satoru was holding your hips up.
your squirt completely sends him over the edge as he finishes soon after, painting your wet insides with white-hot cum, filling you up to the brim just like you asked. so much so, it seeps out of your sopping cunt despite his dick still buried inside, his gaze trained on the mix of your essences dripping out.
satoru pulls out his softening cock, the plug of his length no longer keeping everything inside as it bubbles out of your twitching hole which causes him to tch unhappily.
"i thought you said you wanted me to fill you up with my cum, princess. i guess i better stuff my fingers in you to keep it there, huh?"
#༄ library#li shen........... i am not a gojo girlie (gn) and i refuse to be one#HE'S SO!!!!!#GOJO SHUT UP FOR A SECOND MY GOD#he annoys me so much i need to fuck him#but also he's hot :-(
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Hi hiii new moot!!
I hope you're having a wonderful day <3
hi hi hi!!!! so excited to be mutuals with you <3
have a wonderful day yourself, love!! 🩷
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hihi! i just wanted to say your theme is super pretty 🫶🏽
i hope you're having an amazing day! <3
omg hello!!!! thank you, so is yours <3 ocean twinsies hehe
i hope you have a great day yourself!
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pov: you see a hot barista in cat cafe😋🤓😼
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彡 THE WORST PARTNER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; con-artists au, crack, satoru is a little shit what's new, he also calls you 'baby' how sweet of him, hm? wc: 1.2k
on the other side of the wall, music and laughter mix together almost perfectly. the people are having fun, they're drinking and chatting, joking about the latest super cars and 'boring' paintings. rich people.
a bead of sweat rolls from your temple.
the setting sun paints the room you're in a beautiful warm orange. the big windows invite the sunrays in with open arms; they hit the mahogany wood furniture and you're a bit jealous. a bit of dust falls from the ceiling and you have to focus on not sneezing.
"ugh, we make such a good team!"
...
satoru gojo.
"we– fuck, do not!" you grumble at him through gritted teeth. "you literally left me– to the cops last time, dipshit!"
"but you got away!" he chirps back rather gleefully and the desire to punch him is suffocating.
careful as to not raise your voice too much, you whisper-shout at him. "just barely!"
"well, don't sell yourself short, babe! you do know how to work a tight spot!"
...
it hurts. his stupidity hurts your brain. squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head at his joke. "can you– be like a normal fucking person? never say that again."
your knees about to buckle from below you and you're also losing your balance alongside your patience. it's rather hard to hold a 6'3 man up on your shoulders.
who could've guessed?
more dust falls onto your nose as satoru works on unscrewing the vent in the ceiling. it's painted gold. because why wouldn't it be, right? rich people are insane.
"what do you mean?! you were in a 'tight spot' and you got out of it!" it's sickening how genuine he sounds. "get it? it's called a tight spo— "
"could you possibly– stop saying the word 'tight'?" you grip onto his polished shoe that's sitting on your right shoulder while the fingers of your other hand dig into his ankle. "and could you possibly do this any fucking faster?"
he has ruined your suit with his dirty shoes and he has ruined your mood with his stupid jokes. you hate him.
he simply laughs at your annoyed tone "almost there, baby, almost there."
you try to make him explode with your mind for calling you baby again, completely and blatantly ignoring the butterflies that now occupy your stomach. you're just a bit nervous about the job, that's all. they have nothing to do with him. nothing at all.
you hear him shuffling around, mumbling something to himself as he reaches over to the last one, but while he doing so – he ends up putting way too much pressure onto your right shoulder which in turn makes you take a wobbly step forward. satoru's hands grasp onto the wall beside him in an attempt to help you regain your balance.
"c'mon! steady now!"
"shut the– " with furrowed brows, you glance up at him. sensing your gaze, he looks down at you with the prettiest smile. no, wait. just a smile, just a smile. fuck, you really hate him. "fuck– up!"
he gives you a quick wink before continuing his work and you avert your gaze. you can already feel the bruises blooming under your suit and shirt, reminders of his touch for the continuing weeks.
"you're way heavier than you look, gojo."
the sound of his gasp, makes your eyes roll back into your head. "are you calling me fat?"'
"yes. are you done?"
he tsks at your sharp answer and pockets his mini screwdriver. "so rude. and yes, i'm ready." as he speaks he takes the cover from it's place and slides it inside the vent. "be strong now!"
refraining from barking back, you divert all of your focus onto your core muscles and thighs. satoru lodges his one leg onto one of the fancy tall cabinet and you the uneven weight almost ruins you both. holding onto the wall with your now free hand, you observe him climbing up into the vent. the leg on your shoulder shakes and wobbles, threatening to run off but satoru doesn't seem to mind. you're sure he's having fun. the shit.
he manages to get his hands inside the vent and he's now trying to jam his whole body through the hole. his foot finally rises from your shoulder and he almost hits you in the face with it as he swings it around, supposedly gaining momentum for a final push. you sigh and brush off the dirt and dust from your suit.
you look around the room as you wait for him to turn himself around in the small vent. the sun warms your skin and you take the moment to enjoy the band through the walls of the room. exquisite paintings hang all around you, hugged by dark wooden frames, they rest in the shadows. specks of dust land on your nose and you look up.
he's grinning.
oh no.
"satoru..."
your warning does nothing but excite him even further.
"oh? ...not gojo?" his smile stretches. "but you love tight spots! i'm sure you'll find another way in, babe."
you're going to kill him.
deeply breathing in through your nose, you give him the biggest and also the fakest smile in the word.
"satoru, baby..." you hate how smug he looks. you want to wipe that stupid fucking smile from his face.
"you know that i just love tight spots and that's exactly why... you should pull me the fuck up!" your whisper-shouting turns into a full bark and satoru giggles behind his hand "right. now! i don't wanna find another way when a way is literally in front of me!"
his eyes twinkle at you when he realizes you actually used his own joke against him. you're so fucking hot. and you're especially hot now that you're glaring at him with a puffed out chest. he's having the best time of his life.
"that was good. that was really good actually." he winks at you as he moves to grab the vent cover from behind him. he places it back over the hole with a painfully slow pace, surely just to make you suffer even some more. he's sick. he's still visible enough for you to see the infuriating smile on his lips as he plays with you. "you did take my keycard though."
right.
he's as bratty as they come, as pretty as they come. petty! petty...
and this is his little payback. you're going to burn his house down. preferably when he's still in it. he gets on your nerves like nothing else. his eyes fucking sparkle from between the metal bars of the vent cover and your fingers curl into tight fists on your sides.
"i hate you."
"you'll get over it, baby. i'll see you later, yeah?"
his pearly whites flash at you one last time and then he's already climbing over the cover, heading straight for the room where they keep the goodies. without you.
...
a dusty suit, sweat, aching shoulders and pure, unadulterated rage.
you need a new plan.
and a fucking drink.
#༄ library#I HATE HIIIIMMMMMMMM#CAN HE SHUT UP FOR A SECOND#HE'S SO ANNOYING I WOULD'VE SMACKED HIM FIRST THING
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