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seeingivy · 5 months

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high infidelity

satoru gojo x f!reader

do you really wanna know where I was april 29th?

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: infidelity (omg who knew), yn is a doctor, satoru gets injured and haha ur still my emergency contact's his way back into your life, megumi and yuuji flirting side quest, a big hot flaming mess of writing this is actually so bad

an: no one say anything to me about this fic actually. or the fact that I made everyone do a poll about which taylor as gojo to write just to not write either of those options and produce a flaming, hot wreck of garbage. anyways, live love high infidelity this song will always be special to me because on april 29th, I was indeed, at the eras tour seeing mother for the first time

You swallow hard as the waitress walks up again, with that sheepish, awkward smile on her face. And you dread the unrelenting, embarrassing question that’s going to follow. One that she’s already asked, three times.

“Are you still waiting for someone or would you like to order?”

And you’re not sure why, but the fact that she asks the question, in that phrasing, in that tone, is enough to aggravate the very thin patience you already have. Because really, it’s quite possibly the stupidest question she could have asked.

Clearly, you are still waiting for someone. You’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half. If you were really intent on eating at this restaurant alone, then you would have ordered the second they seated you.

And it’s rude, abrasive even. To ask, to relentlessly question, three times. Because obviously, you feel horrible for taking the table, when there’s a line of people patiently waiting by the door. And it’s not your fault that your boyfriend is late. And really, it’s just humiliating, that she keeps throwing it in your face, that you’re sitting here, alone when he should be here making you feel special.

You sigh, giving her a halfhearted smile.

“Can I have twenty more minutes? I promise I’ll leave after that and let you give the table to someone else.”

She smiles, genuine and sweet, as she places her hand on your shoulder and makes a promise to bring some more bread before you leave.

The premise of it - the fact that she smiled in earnest and must know that you feel horrible, that she has her own deposit of pity for you - has you bringing your fingers up to your forehead and massaging that small, pulsating feeling by your temples. Because here you were, mentally cussing out the poor girl working minimum wage at the restaurant when the real subject of your wrath couldn’t even be bothered to show up.

And you hate that the negativity, the frustrations of the situation, seem to bleed into everything else. Because you’ll find yourself being upset with Yuri, but then suddenly it turns into a blind agitation to everything. The barista, for not making your coffee right, your co-workers asking to switch shifts so they can go on a trip with their partners, the laundry machine when it stops working.

Your phone starts incessantly buzzing on the table, the smallest glimmer of hope sparking in your chest at the sound. And instantly dies, when you realize it’s just the Emergency Room calling you.

You slide open the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“This is Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital. Is this a miss Y/N L- wait.” Megumi states into the phone, mumbling off the speaker.

You press the phone harder to your ear, to try to catch the end of the conversation that Yuuji must be having with Megumi.

“Y/N. Right, hi!” he states, voice halfheartedly cheery, which is already odd enough for him.

“Hi Megumi. Why are you calling me on my day off?” you deadpan, that backlogged deposit of irritation coming in hot and fresh for the sweetest resident you have.

“Right. Um, we have a mister Satoru Gojo in the Emergency Room who has you listed as his Emergency Contact. He’s kind of in bad shape so we were going to call regarding-”

“Gojo? I’ll be there in ten.” you respond, shoving the phone into your purse and leaving the tip flat on the tablecloth. You give the waitress - standing there with that restocked bread in her hand - a polite wave on the way out and speed as fast as you can to the hospital.

You march into the ER, rubbing warmth into your biceps, to find Megumi at the nurses station, as always, flirting with the pink haired student nurse he’s taken a keen liking to.

“Hey. Where is he?” you ask, Yuuji and Megumi turning their heads to give you half hearted smiles. It’s only the start of the night shift, but by the way their shoulders are already sagging, you can tell whoever has to deal with them has a long night ahead of them.

“Right sooooo. We can’t decipher any of his paperwork. We need you to read it first and then you can see him. He’s in room eleven.” Yuuji states, giving a peachy smile, as you scan over Gojo’s characteristic illegible handwriting.

“Jesus. He still writes like a twelve year old.” you murmur, filling out the sheet at the side with all the information Yuuji needed.

“You’re all dressed up, teach. What’s the occasion?” Megumi asks, lazily leaning his cheek in the palm of his hand.

“Ah. It’s my one year anniversary with Yuri. We were supposed to go to dinner.” you mumble, scratching the last of the information on the sheet and handing it to Yuuji.

You feel a hand sling around your shoulder and a distinct smell of smoke, only to find Shoko hanging off your frame.

“And yet here you are, because he didn’t show up.” she murmurs, earning you a set of wide eyes as you glare at Shoko. Because at their core, Yuuji and Megumi are first, definitely crushing on each other, and second, nosy as hell.

“And here you are. Destroying every last cell in your lungs, that are eagerly, earnestly begging you to stop.” you deadpan.

She flicks your nose as you finish filling out the sheet and reading through the paramedics report that was attached to his paperwork.

“Please tell me you attacked Yuri at the dinner table and that’s why you’re here. Fork to the hand? Spoon in the eye? Knife to the dick?” Shoko asks, excitedly.

“Didn’t you like take an oath? For the preservation of human life?” Megumi deadpans.

“No. I skipped that day of medical school.” Shoko replies.

“Gojo’s here, I’m still his emergency contact.” you respond back, giving her a pointed glare.

“What happened?”

You turn your head expectantly to Megumi, who obliges.

“His car got t-boned. He’s pretty roughed up.” Megumi responds.

You give Shoko a weary look, as you march to the other side of the unit, preparing yourself for whatever roughed up version of Gojo you were about to be greeted with. Because every interaction with Gojo was a rush of emotions - good, bad, sweet, and ugly - but this might be the biggest thing you’ve ever had to stomach yet.

“So. Who is this Satoru guy? I’ve never heard of him before.” Megumi asks Shoko, giving Yuuji an all knowing glance.

“Her ex-boyfriend.” Shoko responds.

“No way. Before that asshat Yuri?” Yuuji asks, suddenly too invested in the story all together.

“Well, obviously. He taught as a professor at the same medical school she attended.”

“Y/N dated a professor?” Megumi asks, tone incredulous.

“I mean that’s one way to get through I guess.” Yuuji adds.

Shoko smacks the top of Yuuji’s head, earning a fit of laughter from the two of them for his stupid comment.

“You need to focus on your nursing exams instead of flirting with Megumi on your fifteen. It would do you some good to flirt with your preceptor. And no, he was just a fellow doing research at the time. They were best friends for a good few years, had that whole will they won’t they vibe going on.” Shoko responds.

“So….did they?” Megumi asks.

“They did. To be honest, I can’t really remember why they broke up. Something stupid.” Shoko shrugs, giving the two of them shoves on the shoulder before walking past the hall, to find you standing in front of the door. Your hand is resting against the handle, but you have yet to yank down and push yourself in.

“Are you warming up the handle or…?”

You’re thrown out of your train of thought to find Shoko at your side, hands buried deep in her white coat as she gives you a weary glance. To anyone else, Shoko would seem wildly disinterested, almost annoyed at how you were acting. But you know better and can see that small twinge of concern buried under her long eyelashes, the hint of it in her voice.

“Oh. Um…no. Just got lost in thought.” you murmur, staring at the faded eleven on the marker.

“About?”

You swallow hard, the warm tears filling your eyes.

“I haven’t talked to him in so long. And the last time we talked we were arguing over…..leaving dishes in the sink. Breaking up. If I walk in there and he’s dead, that’s going to be the last thing I ever said to him.” you whisper, air grating against your throat.

Shoko puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes once..

“He’s not dead. The monitor tech would have picked up on that.”

“The monitor tech? Are we talking about the same monitor tech? Because Nobara is too busy flirting with the phlebotomist Maki to ever do her job. They’re worse than Megumi and Yuuji.”

Shoko scoffs, before rolling her eyes at you.

“No one is worse than Megumi and Yuuji. Yuuji knocked the entire crash cart over when he clocked in because Megumi complimented his Star Wars themed scrubs.”

You snort, shaking your head, as you take a deep breath in and push the handle down. Shoko gives you a warm smile as you walk in and flick the lights on, only to see Satoru, sitting up in bed and lazily scrolling through the TV channels.

He looks over at you first, his eyes going wide, as you walk up to him and cup the side of his cheek. The tears that were welling in your eyes are falling in full flesh, at the sight of him all battered and bruised.

His snow white hair is matted red, an angry, glaring scratch on his forehead. His arm is littered with tiny cuts, with a good amount of dressing on his torso, the red blood already seeping through and the look on his face so broken and tired that it makes your heart twinge.

“Satoru.”

He smiles, albeit a little confused, as he looks up at you and brings his hand up to yours, where it’s resting against your face.

“Hey princess.”

You laugh through your sprout of tears, which has the smallest smile turning up on his cut up lips and the soft, faint smile lines appearing near his eyes.

“You here to patch me up, doc?” he whispers.

You shake your head incessantly, which has him rolling his eyes.

“Not today.”

“Shame. I heard having sex is really good for patient recovery.”

You smack his shoulder, biting hard down on your cheeks that Satoru Gojo, in full flesh, is okay. Because he still has the audacity to flirt with you, even when he’s near death in the hospital.

“I’m going to look at your chart, okay?”

You let go of his face and find yourself in front of the computer, logging in with your credentials, and trying to pull up his chart as fast as you can.

“If I found out you got into this accident because you were trying to find the perfect song before you got home, I’m going to put your head on a stick, Satoru Gojo” you murmur, earning a laugh from him.

“First and foremost, you always have to close the drive home on a banger. Sue me.”

“I think I might just.”

“And contrary to your beliefs, this accident actually wasn’t my fault. They crashed into me, naturally, because I do no wrong. Ever.” he states.

“Right.” you chuckle.

You read over the report, making it a point to berate Yuuji for his shitty charting later, as you look through his vital signs and blood cultures that were taken when he arrived here.

“So do all doctors dress like they’re about to go clubbing or is it just you?”

You look down, only now noticing that you’re still wearing the a-line dress from the dinner you were supposed to have with Yuri. You make a mental note to shoot him a text after checking with Satoru after, knowing all too well that with how busy Yuri is, you standing him up would throw him over the edge.

“Just me. I really love to put on a show for my patients, Gojo. And what clubs are you going to where people dress like this?” you mutter, clicking through the scans that were taking.

“I appreciate the lengths you go to for me. It’s always what I loved about you. And I exclusively attend Taylor Swift night at the Underground” he states, placing his hands on his chest.

You look over and glare at him, before reading through the treatment plan. When you look over Nanami’s notes, you feel your heart drop and turn over to look at him. At his bright, blue eyes so wide and unaware, the look on his face so…innocent it bothers you. That in a few hours, he’s going to be in unspeakable pain while he recovers.

The door opens and Nanami and Yuuta are standing at the door, Nanami already scoffing at you.

“That’s confidential patient information, Dr. L/N.” Nanami states, voice stern. He hands you a jacket, which you pull on, as you hike your hands under your biceps and talk to him.

“You were going to tell me all of it anyways. So…what’s the plan here?” you grumble, settling next to Gojo at the side of his bed, placing your hands in his nearly pink hair.

“Well. I’m going to-”

“The surgical resident has to be Yuuta, I don’t trust that dumbass Todo to do it. You have to use prolene stitches, I don’t want his skin to scar and don’t leave him under for too long. He’s never been one to suit medications well. Don’t play any rap music when you’re operating, he hates that type of stuff and-”

Nanami puts his hands square on your shoulders, squeezing once.

“Thank you, Dr. L/N. We’ll talk all details after, okay?” Nanami states, voice soft, as you turn over to look at Gojo.

Gojo gives you a weak smile, which you return, before pushing his hair off of his forehead, and lightly brushing through the white tresses as he looks at them.

“Give it to me straight, Kento Bento.” Satoru states, earning an eye roll from Nanami who's clearly unamused. But you can tell he doesn’t mind it all too much, because in the monotony of shitty patients, he’s always been one to appreciate the sweet jokesters. And Satoru’s the biggest clown there is.

“It’s a relatively easy procedure, Satoru. We’re just going to go in and repair the damage that you sustained to your digestive tract from the crash. Do you have any questions for me?” Nanami asks.

“Can I request that she’s not in there when it happens?” Satoru asks, looking up at you.

“Hey. I can-”

“Yes. We’ll make sure of it.” Yuuta responds.

“Thank you, Yuuta.” Gojo responds, giving him a smile.

“We’ll be around in an hour to take you to surgery.” Nanami states, ignoring the pointed glare you were giving him as he strolls out of the room.

You turn to Gojo, the overstimulation of the past ten minutes really hitting you, as you feel your brain short circuit while he’s looking at you. You try to focus on the sensation of his hair in your hand and that pulsating beat that you’ve been feeling for his wrist, but you can’t really process any of it.

Every high and low you’ve experienced in the past few minutes - the elation in Gojo’s voice, the pain from seeing him suffering, how he’s still the same as you left him- it’s enough to abandon any rational thought processes from occurring in your head. And it leaves you standing there, silently, with your hands on him.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi ‘Toru.”

He smiles at the nickname, reaching forward to lace his fingers through yours.

“I was driving and then…I wasn’t. I looked up and all I could see was the stoplight above me, then the flashing lights of the ambulance, and now…you….looking at me like that. Your brain isn’t the only one hurting right now.”

“Looking at you ike what?” you murmur.

“Like you’re in pain, Y/N.” he states, emphasizing his syllables.

You shake your head, fighting down that wave of worry that’s sitting in your skin.

“You know, Kento’s a really good doctor. And Yuuta…he’s like the most promising surgical resident. And even then, I-I can get another senior surgeon if you don’t want a student. And-and it really won’t hurt that bad and I’ll make sure they give you all the good meds and-”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m rambling. I know you’ve always hated that and I just-”

“I don’t hate it. Just, slow down for a second…talk me through all this because I really don’t know what’s going on and you know I don’t like not knowing.”

You pull up the chair, messing with his hands as you talk.

“You have to get surgery. The impact you had when you crashed led to-”

“Y/N. I know all of that already. I’m asking about you.”

You frown, swallowing hard, as you run your fingers along the scratch on his knuckles.

“You never update your current information.”

“Huh?”

“You….you never canceled the stupid Hulu subscription when we got the Disney Plus bundle. And you kept having to trek all the way across town to get the mail, because you forgot to change the address when we moved, and you-”

“I don’t really see how-”

“You forgot to change your emergency contact, Satoru. After we broke up, you-you forgot to call them and tell them that they shouldn’t call me.” you hum, as Gojo’s hand tightens in it’s hold around yours.

“Oh shit, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You lurch up from your chair, tangling your arms around his neck as you crackle his head into your frame, that incessant stream of tears pouring down your eyes as he brings his own arms around yours.

And it feels too fast, because suddenly Nanami and Yuuta are back at your sides, giving you sympathetic glances as they wheel Gojo away and you’re left standing in the hallway, flat against the wall, every horrible outcome of the next four hours playing through your head.

On hour five, already a bad sign, you’re sitting flat against the floor with a jello cup in your hand and in Megumi’s spare pair of scrubs. They’re both sitting at your sides, the dead quiet of the night shift leaving them with you.

“Kento likes to be really careful, Y/N. That’s all it is.” Megumi states, giving his best attempts at calm reassurance.

“And Yuuta’s great. We all love Yuuta, he’s sweet….intelligent. He’s more than capable to do this.” Yuuji adds.

You crack through every last bone in your finger, the entire interaction playing over in your head.

“I-I just went in there so fast. And the time was so…so short that I didn’t even say much to him.” you respond, sighing.

“When’s Yuri coming?”

You turn your head to the side, in confusion, before you register Yuji’s words all together.

“Why would he-”

You panic, remembering that you had never texted Yuri back, that he’s probably fuming in his own pit of rage right now at his apartment, cursing your name to god knows what degree. You reach for your phone in your pocket, only to find no notifications from him. You scroll up on the chat, only to find that he hadn’t texted you the entire day, yesterday.

His last text read April 28th, a reminder that he needed you to pick up his drycleaning for his golf game this weekend.

“He’s really an asshole, isn’t he?” you spit.

You see Megumi and Yuuji give each other wide eyed looks over the top of your head, as you click your phone shut and let it fall to the ground.

Because in the dim lights of this hospital, with Satoru’s blood, some of it still smeared on the side of your hand, you feel like you’re seeing clearly for the first time in years.

That really, Yuri in actuality, is not the one for you. And it’s not that he’s a bad guy, he’s honorable in some sense really, but what he gives isn’t even a fraction close to what you want.

He’s tall and lanky. The type of guy to represent every portion of the food triangle in the three meals he ate. He wakes up at five in the morning to go to the gym before an entire day at work, and still somehow finds time to read and run a personal wellness blog when he gets home.

He’s classy, in every sense of the term. The exact type of man you envision when you think of someone put together, wholly and fully. On top of their shit, living their best life, one that people aspired to.

And that was in no way what you wanted.

You wanted Satoru. Satoru who convinces you that there’s still enough room for a little treat after dinner, despite the fact that you both stuffed yourself full at the restaurant. He sleeps in late on the weekends, pressing lazy kisses to your skin to wake you up before entirely botching the whole breakfast in bed thing he was trying to impress you with.

He was real, in every sense of the term. The type of person you envision when you imagine the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He’s funny, he’s kind and he most certainly would never leave you stranded at a restaurant on your one year anniversary. Because Satoru Gojo certainly wasn’t classy, but he was honorable. And if he promised to be somewhere, he’d be there early, making sure everything was perfect before you got there.

And right now, two of your most trusted co-workers had their hands inside his body cavity, trying to fix the mess in there.

When Gojo comes to, there’s an aching soreness in his torso and neck. He can feel the tense pressure around his arms too, bandages wrapped around every square inch of his body. But that warm feeling around his wrist was entirely different from the rest.

He opens his eyes to find you, fast asleep with your head down on the side of his bed and your hand secured tightly around his wrist. Your breaths are slow, so deep in your sleep that you don’t even process Satoru moving around you amidst your slumber.

He brings his hand down to your hair and watches you lean into his touch, nuzzling your head closer to the blanket. Your hair is messy at this point, bunched up at the top of your head in the messiest knot he’s seen you sport yet.

There’s a knock at the door and Yuuji is standing there, a small smile on his face.

“Good morning, Mr. Gojo. Welcome back.”

Satoru smiles as he moves to his side and starts to hook him up to the monitors, taking a set of fresh vitals.

“How are you feeling?”

“Just sore, Yuuji. How are you?”

“Ah. Night shift. Same old.”

“Is that little emo you like here?”

Satoru watches Yuuji’s cheeks go bright pink, as he starts fumbling with the cuff around his hand.

“Ah, you mean, Megumi? Y/N’s resident? No, he-he’s off tonight.” he stumbles.

“Shame. Nothing like flirting on the night shift.” Satoru states, clicking his tongue.

“Oh, I don’t flirt with-”

“Well, you should. He’s cute. And a doctor. Someone is going to snatch him up real fast.” Satoru states, definitively.

“Mr. Gojo, I don’t know if-”

“Trust me. I know all too well. People swoop in for the doctors before you can even fight to get them back.” Satoru states, reaching down to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Well, I-”

“I’m just saying, kid. Swoop in before it’s too late.” he states, giving him a smile.

“Yeah. Sure, I-I will. Do you need anything else, Mr. Gojo?”

“Can you get her a blanket? She always gets allergies when it’s too drafty in the room she’s sleeping in.”

Yuuji smiles, tapping on the railings of the bed.

“Sure thing.”

And Yuuji curses himself for doing it, for meddling, but he pokes his head into the room one last time before leaving.

“And just so you know. You….sometimes you think it’s too late to swoop. But it’s actually like…the perfect time. To swoop….like a bird or something, I don’t know-” Yuuji stammers.

And when Yuuji leaves and Gojo is able to process his words, he’s trying his best to wipe the smile off of his face.

“Hey, Megs. How are his vitals today?” you ask, swiveling over in your chair.

Megumi, irritated with your constant pestering, has had enough of his fill today. He swings his own chair around, tugging at the stethoscope around his neck, as he glares at you.

“For the hundredth time, your little boo boo bear is just fine. We’re planning to discharge tomorrow.”

You frown, reaching for the closest item - a roll of gauze - and throw it square in his face.

“He’s not my boo boo bear. And I’m just checking. You know he could have complications after the surgery like inf-”

“Infection, hypotension, septic shock, multiple system organ failure, yeah yeah. I know. I graduated top of my class at medical school, you know?”

“And yet here you are, being taught by Shoko. You’re clearly not that great if you’re being trained by a girl who cheated her way through medical school.”

“I’m going to leave. And when I’m gone, you’re going to be really pissed because you’re going to be stuck with some idiot that can’t even take vitals.” Megumi deadpans, swiveling back to his computer.

“No, you’re not. You’d never leave your boo boo bear hanging. Especially since he’s planning on asking you on a date tomorrow.”

“He’s not asking me on a date.” Megumi responds.

You smile, trying to swallow your laugh as you respond.

“Oh, sure he is. And-”

Your phone timer goes off, as you gleefully sprint out of your chair, and down the hall to Satoru’s room. Nanami’s in there, unwrapping his bandages, as you knock and enter to make your presence known. At the sight of you, Nanami’s glaring as you drag the chair up and sit at his side.

“Y/N. You should be working.”

“I’m on my lunch. And I’m allowed to do whatever I want for lunch.”

“You should eat something, Y/N. Instead of bothering our patients.” Nanami scolds, as he shuts the door behind you and you turn to Satoru.

Satoru looks way better, the bruising on his skin fading to yellow and the cuts all around his skin healing. He’s smiling softly, a hand cupping your cheek as he talks.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Hi Satoru.”

“You know, you really should eat something on your lunch break.”

“You know, you really should keep your annoying opinions to yourself.” you respond.

He scoffs, moving his hand to mess up your hair, as you swat his hands off.

“So.” Satoru states.

“So?”

“A little birdie told me that you broke up with Yuri last night.”

“Well, your little birdie was wrong. As nosy as he is, he clearly doesn’t know how to listen.”

You both laugh, Gojo slightly dejected by your response, as you lace your hands through his, and smile at your hands firmly pressed together.

“Yuuji’s got a bad case of the chismosa virus.”

“And you don’t? I heard you giggling with Shoko at the nurses station about how the emo is going to ask Yuuji on a date.”

“No, Yuuji's asking Megumi on the date. And okay, but that’s actually a big deal. I’ve been trying to set that up for months.”

“Well, you can’t take credit because I’m actually the one who got Yuuji to do it.”

You frown, reaching forward to pinch his cheeks.

“Shut up. It’s only the months of build up, that I basically created, that’s making him do it.”

“Well, I pushed him over the edge. So it’s my victory.”

You sigh, sitting back in your chair as you smile at him, at how easily you both fall back into this.

“How about we both did it?” you ask, giving him a smile.

“Sure. We always did make a good team.” he responds, making your cheeks burn.

You reach for his blanket and start moving his gown to inspect the incision, trying to make sure that the site wasn’t getting infected, from when you checked yesterday. .

“Okay, pervert. I didn’t realize you were into voyeurism.” Satoru says, incredulously.

“Gojo. Do you even know what voyeurism means?”

“Yeah. It’s people who like to have sex in public.”

You snort, moving the edge of the gown as you note the clean sutures, healing well along the length of his torso.

“That is not what voyeurism means, dumbass.”

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was fighting with the sex kink expert here.”

“I-I’m not a sex kink expert! You’re just fucking stupid.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You roll your eyes, as you settle back into the chair, reaching forward to cup his face. He smiles, soft and warm, which you return.

“You’re healing really well. It’ll just be a faint line, right around your torso when you’re out of here.” you murmur.

“It kinda looks like I got my legs cut off and someone sewed them back on.” he murmurs.

“That’s not funny.” you deadpan, glaring at him.

“Kinda funny. That’s a really unfortunate way to die.” he responds.

“I know there’s a universe out there where that actually happens to you. And I know for a fact that Satoru doesn’t think it’s funny at all.”

“Okay, Doctor Strange. Let’s pipe down there, alright? Even if that did happen to me, I’d come back from it. Because guess what?”

“Don’t say it.” you groan.

“Because I’m the strongest.”

“You know that never gets less annoying right?”

“You love it.” he responds, reaching forward to pinch your cheek.

You look down, at your hand tangled in Satoru’s as you find a way to broach the topic. That for all intents and purposes, that you want nothing to do with Yuri. That you want him, that you do love his stupid jokes, that you’d beg on your hands and knees for him to take you back because-

“Do you want to go to the aquarium on Friday?” Satoru asks.

“The aquarium?”

“Yeah. We can take a picnic basket, eat on the lawn outside afterwards.” Satoru says.

You swallow the lump in your throat, aggressively nodding in response.

“Yeah. That sounds nice. We can um-carpool.”

“Sure. It’s a date.” he responds, leaning into his pillow with a soft smile on his face.

You bite down the stupid smile that’s rising to your cheeks, as you close your eyes, humming in agreement.

“Yeah. It’s a date.” you whisper back.

Eight days after the fact and Yuri, in his infinite wisdom, finally comes through. That’s when he musters the courage to bring himself to your apartment, where Satoru has been staying with you since he was discharged. And when Satoru answers the door, Yuri’s all levels of pissed.

“Who are you?” Yuri asks.

“I’m the owner of this house.” Gojo responds, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

“Did Y/N move?”

“No, dumbass. It was a joke.” he responds, rolling his eyes.

Satoru leans off of the door frame, calling for you, as you join him at his side.

“Hey, you okay? I was planning on making lunch for- oh.”

Satoru smiles, reaching forward to ruffle your hair, before he shuffles away.

“Holler if you need me.”

You shoot Satoru a grateful smile, infinitely thankful that the two of you were able to pick up right where you left off, as you turn to Yuri in your doorway.

“Where were you on Saturday?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest.

You swallow hard, rehearsing the speech you had prepared with Satoru when you were tangled in his arms last night, and make your best attempt to deliver the blow the best you can.

“Yuri. I think we should stop seeing each other.”

“What?”

“I just don’t think that we’re really compatible. You and I are…on different wavelengths. And you deserve someone who is better suited to you and your….interests.” you murmur, awkwardly rubbing your arms on your arms.

In actuality, you feel a little bit bad. That technically, you might have been…a little bit dishonest with Yuri. Because you’re having this conversation with him, days after the fact, when you’ve already done god knows what with Gojo in the past few days he’s been back with you. He’s all but living in your apartment at this point, under the premise of needing twenty four hour medical support, when really, you’re both just soaking up on time you lost.

Time is so precious, that you forgot to tell Yuri until he showed up, on your doorstep. You finally understand why Yuri was late to things, because whatever he was doing when he wasn’t with you, must have been keeping him occupied the way this was keeping you occupied.

Because you kept planning on calling him, but then Gojo would take you out to breakfast. Or you’d sleep in too late and then knew that you’d be interrupting Yuri at work. And the list, it went on and on and led you to this moment and it’s painfully awkward.

And maybe it’s bad, a little bit evil even, but that small bit of bad feeling is overshadowed by every bit of good that you’ve felt in the past few days. At Gojo ordering dessert out of nowhere, that he insists he’s sharing with you before he eats almost the entire thing, or when he drags you to the bathroom when he’s doing his night time hair care routine.

“Where were you? On Saturday?”

“Look, I just got called into work, okay?”

“Are you…are you serious? Don’t tell me you’re really dating that dumbass who just answered the door?”

“Frankly, it’s none of your business who I date anymore because you…you aren’t really a part of my life anymore. And we’re not dating, we’re just-”

“God. He flashes one pretty smile at you and you go running back to him? Need I remind you, that you complained about him for months on end. About how he’s messy, he’s careless, he’s-”

“That stuff doesn’t matter. At least not anymore.”

“You’re a bitch, you know that?”

You feel Gojo padding behind you, and you put your hand up in the air, signaling for him to stay where he is.

“Do you really want to know where I was on April 29th? On our one year anniversary, I was sitting in a shitty restaurant, for an hour and a half waiting for you to show up. When I hadn’t heard from you all day. And then I got a call, that the man that I love was in the hospital, and then I was at his side. Willing him to wake up, because I would be so fucking angry, so fucking pissed if he died and I didn’t get to tell him that he meant the world to me.”

Yuri swallows hard, the look of betrayal etched on his face.

“Are you trying to hurt me right now? Do you get some kind of sick gratification from killing the one you love?” he asks.

“I’d argue that my way is nicer actually. One fell swoop, with the truth out there. The slowest way to kill someone is never loving them enough. And honestly, it’s just cruel. And of course, something that you were too skilled at.”

You’re not sure what it is about what you said, but suddenly Yuri’s stomping down the hallway and you’re shutting the door, as the tears start pouring out of your eyes and you’re leaning against the door.

Now that Yuri’s gone, Satoru’s shed all his inhibitions and he’s cradling you straight in his arms, his soft voice cooing in your ear as you hiccup into his chest.

“Hey. You did so good, princess.”

“I-I’m not crying because I’m sad. I still…I still want you, you know?”

Satoru smiles, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks in his hand and wipe your tears away.

“I know that, sweetheart. I’m irresistible.” he murmurs.

You lightly shove him, before resting your head against his torso, hearing the rapid beating of his heart under your ear.

“I’m just really relieved. That you-that you’re-”

You look up, at his sparkling blue eyes, the tiny fractals of color like perfectly constructed, charted constellations in his eyes.

“I’m glad you’re here. Again.”

He smiles wide, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead.

“Me too, yeah?”

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Shinkoiwa Japan🇯🇵

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (3) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n some band dynamics and a mini reunion in toyko

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🚚Moving Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Fem!Reader)🚚

A/N: Also from my Curses Love book on Wattpad.

This AU has them both as teachers at Tokyo JJ High, you can see curses, you're in a poly relationship with them. IMPLIED MATURE THEMES INSIDE!

For those that have been reading and liking these shorts, thank you. S2 is back and of course I'm a wreck. Also want a Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna x Reader gang bang ... idk how I'll write one cause drawing in general is hard for me now.

Credit for the characters/series goes to Gege sensei. I own nada but this show and these two own my soul!😫😭🤧

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy.

"Uh, Y/n-chan, you're certain you can carry all that by yourself?"

"My stuff. My concern." You struggled speaking as your form struggled carrying those big boxes of yours in your arms; breathing deeply through your nostrils to keep your focus despite your knees quivering. '"I - I'm fine!"

Suguru sighed before snapping his fingers. Several of his curses floated amok and carried the boxes right out of your arms in time before you plopped forward from the imbalance, only to be pulled back flushing your back against Geto's front.

"Honey, it's alright. Satoru and I can handle the rest of your things. You shouldn't be pushing yourself too hard on your first day here."

"I'm sorry. I'm just ... nervous. This is all new to me ... but I still want to help at least."

Geto hummed, nodding in understanding, before kissing you tenderly on the forehead, smiling calmly. "Well thank you love. Having you living with us now is worth all the effort."

"In that case," You grabbed your duffle bag of stuff with ease, smiling, "I'll handle this."

The giddy stride of the oldest of you three popped up in the living room archway, swaying his smart phone about. "Suguru~! I was thinking we get sushi to celebrate Y/n-chan living with us now~! Sushi Go is my top choice, of course! Ginza, here we come – !"

"Satoru. Unpacking first. Eat later. Remember?" Suguru groaned.

"Eh?! Who paid to have all Y/n-chan's stuff packed and moved here in the first place? At least my family's fortune has some good use in this case." Gojo wearily spoke when his family gets brought up. "Anyhow ..."

Gojo swept Geto in one arm and you in the other with such ease, cheeriness immediately taking over. "House tour time~!!!"

Geto's exasperated smile and your giggling self at Gojo's boundless energy gave him that extra burst in his step while giving you the tour of every place in your shared private home nestled in suburbia. "Living room for binge time and cuddles, kitchen where Suguru will stuff our faces with such goodness, pool for soaking antics, hot tub for burning passion –!"

"We get the picture, Satoru." Geto's flushed, smug grinning face at the commentary had Gojo snickering, nodding his head in your direction.

"I don't know~ Looks to me our darling Y/n-chan is tongue tied right now~" Gojo chuckled lightly as you couldn't look at either of them at the moment.

"Not because of you, for sure." Geto snorted.

"Eh?" Gojo's smug ass bubble popped, following Geto's finger pointing at what enraptured you.

Setting you down gently, letting you slip away from his grasp, both men watched with affectionate smiles as you slid the glass doors aside to step out onto the back patio to see up close.

Your eyes sparkled in childlike wonder at seeing how expansive the back yards were. Lots of stone pathways, different oriented trees planted all over, rolling hills teeming with so many blooming flowers, and a view of the mountains in the distance. "Wow," You breathed out in mesmerized wonderment.

Feeling an arm drape around you, you were pulled flush against Geto's side. "This is yours, love."

"That's right. It's all ours." You both yelped as you were both now carried easily under Gojo's arms; wrapped around your waists and hanging like luggage. "And finally, last but far from least~!"

"Satoru, we can walk just fine, you know." Geto sighed, a bit peeved but mostly willing to let his lover's antics continue.

"The best room of them all!" Him kicking down the door helped enunciate the importance of this room; startling you and furthering Geto's bewildered amusement, "Our love making suite~!"

You squealed as he threw you to the bed, springing up at the bouncy, comfy master bed that was quite big for you three. Geto was thrown in after you on one side before Gojo belly flopped to the other, entrapping you in a cocoon of their arms, their enriching laughter mingling with their beautifully smiling faces turned you on hard.

The burning realization had you hiding your flustered self against the sheets.

"See~?! Now that's hot and bothered if I ever saw it~!" Gojo swooned, turning to his side as he one armed you from behind. "Makes me wanna kiss you so bad~" He heatedly breathed in your ear, cheekily grinning at your soft pleased mewl.

Geto smirked knowingly, laying on his side with his cheek resting in the palm of his propped-up arm, singing, "Toru~ About that lesson plan for the first years you said you'd draft up by today?"

"Ehhh~? Hands on practice will do just fine, Sugu~ Kinda like what we'll all be doing later tonight ... or right now~ Whaddaya say, sweetie~?" Gojo hummed as he gently grabbed your shoulder and flipped you to lay on your back.

"Can I at least unpack my duffle bag first?" You had to ask, hugging said bag to your chest. Geto's snorting face and Gojo's jaw slacked expression made you feel so dumbfounded as you tried sitting up while unzipping your bag. "And what about sushi~?" You whined, pouting.

Geto chuckled lightly, kissing you to cheer you up, winking at you both. "Unpack, eat, then smash. Kay, Toru~?"

Gojo dramatically sighed, collapsing in mock defeat. "Fine~! You're lucky I love you both." His own pout was wiped away instantly as you leaned down to peck his lips, too quick and short to his liking, as he sat up and watched you putting away the rest of your things around the room with Geto cuddling up beside him as he watched right along.

They wouldn't admit it out loud but they were both feeling grateful to share their personal private lives not just with each other, but also with you; their third partner.

A regular turned recent curse seer that just happened to work as a Window at Jujutsu Tech; their turf, only to bump into them both in passing ... the rest is history.

Seeing you finally put your bag away in your shared giant closet had them both glomp you from behind, smirking widely as they both had their own cheek to chew on and smooch to their liking and your giggling self.

Yep, living with the strongest sorcerer pair will be quite the treat.

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“Wherever you will go; I will go.” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader NSFW‼️ 18+)

AN: Hey guys! Here’s another atsumu fic that I came up with while I was on mid winter break in February! So, we all know that he’s a popular volleyball ball player and he travels a lot because of his career. So, why not make use of that fact? ❤️ As always, I can’t get enough of him. Plus, I was listening to “wherever you will go” by The Calling that motivated me to write this scenario 🙃

Synopsis: The MSBY team is on tour in Japan and their coach allows them to bring a guest with them for the first time so that they can get an immersive experience of the team’s volleyball career. Atsumu couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bring you along with him instead of Osamu. You’re his antidote — the love of his life! 💞

Link to the dress that reader wears in the story! (So cute) 💕

WARNING: NSFW, 18+, extremely cuddly fox boyfriend lol, he’s clingy af, he’s so in love, making out, foreplay, smut, squirting, GRAMMAR.

Please take your time and dive into the story, and I hope you enjoy reading! 😇💗

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21:39PM

“Make your first step faster next time!” A teammate said, sitting on the other side of the bus.

“Yeah! Cause’ if you get into a solid attacking position faster, ” The spiky grey haired teammate quickly got up from his seat. “Then the SETTER can make it easier for YOU to get a better set, you understand?” He said.

“Oooohhh” Hinata nodded quickly as he looked up at him.

“Well duh!” Atsumu randomly blurted out, sitting behind Hinata. “I’ve seen shortie on the big court making a BIG ass presence every time he jumps in the air — like a god damn a ninja CAT!” He added, resting his arms above Hinata’s headrest on the seat.

“Y-yeah! It gives us more options on attacking the opposing team too!” Hinata said, his eyes shining with pure joy in the dim lit vehicle. Bokuto, who sat next to the short man, hummed deeply as the rest of the team agreed and laughed together with their close friends. Atsumu grinned at the two men and patted the orange haired fellow’s head and turned his head back to you — to check on you.

“Be right back.” He announced, smiling at your small figure all the way in the back as he stood up from the seat. He patted Bokuto’s shoulder and walked in the narrow aisle to where you were sitting. The moving bus was filled with laughter and joy as the team were headed to their next tour spot in Tokyo. Fortunately, their coach had announced that they could bring their friends or relatives with them for the next couple of days. Atsumu couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. So, he brought his high school sweetheart. You.

You looked up and saw his figure when he got back to his original seat. You smiled softly at the blonde and took off your right earphone. “Hey there, beautiful.” He grinned, still standing in the aisle as he looked down at you wearing the beautiful dress he bought for the 5th anniversary of being together. An off shoulder ruffled dress. Revealing your beautiful collarbone and shoulders. He admired your beautiful body. “Come here you perv!” You giggled softly, patting on the empty seat next to you. “Don’t mind if I do~” he smirked and sat down next to you. “You’re so silly, Tsumu.” You spoke softly, still giggling at him. “Hm. M’ jus’ happy that ya get to come with me.” He puckered his lips for a kiss, playfully . “I’m glad you chose wisely.” You giggled and leaned foward to kiss him. He hummed when both lips met and smacked against each other, playfully. Soft and slowly. He could’ve brought his twin along but he didn’t want to miss the “perfect” opportunity to be with YOU for a few days. He chose wisely, indeed.

“Mmmm.” He broke the kiss and licked his bottom lip. “Whatcha watchin’?” He turned his head to the small screen in front of you. “Watching Howls Moving Castle.” You turned to look at the screen too. “Again?” He said sarcastically. You pouted. He chuckled at your expression. He knows that you watched the movie way too many times. Whether you watch it as his place or at your dorm, or on a road trip, he lost count. “Ya’ a hardcore ghibili fan.” He mumbled. Which earned him a light smack on his shoulder. “I’m Jus’ playin’ with ya~” He gave a throaty laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. You looked up at him with another pout and puckered your lips. “Don’t stop. You’re too cute.” He kissed your forehead gently.

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22:01 PM

As the coach bus moved, the mixes of laughter and commotion still flowed in the air. “Yeah. We’re going to “Aman Tokyo” Hotel. a’ heard that it’s a very luxurious hotel. We’re gonna be stayin’ for a week or something….” You hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and listened to him. He looked so excited about this trip that it made you feel warm inside. “Yeah….That means more US time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Yeah. I know, babe.” You giggled, resting your hand on his thigh. He hummed again and continued talking about the team’s game schedule, practices and off days and more. You were intrigued by his excitement. And, you were so grateful to be there to spend it with him. “Oh! There’s also some places I wanna take ya’ too.” “Hm? “ Like what?” “ it’s a’surprise.” He whispered. “Tell me!” You whined at him playfully, listening to his chuckles. “Nu-uh!” He motioned his finger and tapped your cute scrunched nose.

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After a while, atsumu was quietly watching the movie with you. The other earphone was in his right ear and the other was in your left ear. He then ripped his eyes away from the small screen and looked out in the aisle. Most of his teammates were still chatting about previous matches they won and the others were sleeping in their seats — scattered around in the bus. Luckily for the two of you, it was very quiet in the back of the bus. With no one around. He leaned back and then looked down at you. Your eyes shined with interest as the movie played. “Babe.” He whispered, leaning down to get your attention. “Hm?” You turned to him and looking into his dark brown eyes. “Come here.” He tapped on his lap. You blinked at the man. “I wanna be closer to ya, baby.” He looked at your dowey eyes. You nodded and he smiled as he moved over to your seat. “Ow!” He jolted, moving the seat buckle away from his ass. You giggled as he made it to your seat and held on to your waist. He gently pulled you down to his lap and wrapped his arms around you. “That’s better.” He kissed your temple. You hummed softly, leaning back against his chest with your legs hooked over his own, feeling even more comfortable in his warm embrace. Safe in his arms, you noted.

A few minutes into the movie, he was getting bored. He brushed your inner thighs with feather light strokes with his fingertips, slowly. you squirmed. He smirked and did it again and you giggled in his hold. “Stooop~” you drawled lowly, trying to keep his hands away from your ticklish spots while you were trying to watch the movie. He chuckled. “Tsu-!” He began tickling your sides. “Ah!” You tried to hold your laughter, attempting to escape from his childish antics. He pulled you back to his chest and tickled you more. “Ts-mu-wah!” You squeaked in between your giggles. “Ya so ticklish~!” He looked at you lovingly and chuckled. “Oh my -ah!” Your head fell back on his shoulder while you were trying to evade his ticklish attacks. “ ah-I’m misSING the g-good parts!” You squeaked again, your cheeks were aching from your relentless laughter. “Hm? Can’ hear ya~!” He nuzzled his face in your neck and kept going. Your giggles and failed attempts to stop him from being so childish were just so cute. Your muffled laughters are music to his ears; it warms his heart. “Stoooppp~!” You giggled, “Tehee!” You squeaked when he peppered your neck with kisses as he tickled your tummy. You’re the cutest person in his world. “Say please!” He teased, chuckling while he increases his pace tickling you. “I’m gonna p-pee~!” You whined, your eyes were getting watery with your sweet giggles. Your boyfriend is so sweet but you might actually pee on him if he doesn’t stop. He stops and rests his face in your neck while you breathed heavily. “You’re too much, Tsumu.” You sniffed, feeling putty in his lap as you looked out the window, lazily. “‘S my middle name, baby.” You chuckled and rewarded him with a few gentle head scratches on his undercut.

“ ’m so lucky ta’ have ya’ in my life.” He mumbled in your neck. You turned your head to look at him and he lifts up his head too. You smiled softly at him and he did the same before leaned forward to kiss you. Your lips happily wrapped around his. Both lips smacking in tandem, lovingly. “Me too.” You whispered softly, giving a few more gentle scratches on the back of his head before kissing him again. Deeply and slowly. The kisses were so distracting that you were missing some good parts in the movie. His tongue circled around yours and he kissed you passionately. “Mmm.” Atsumu’s hand slid up to your breast and kneaded it. “Mm.” You moaned in the heated kisses, his hand massaging the flesh gently in his warm palm. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. He brought the other hand up and did the same to your other breast and looked at you. Your cheeks felt warm as he did. A satisfied sigh left your lips when he squished them together and his fingers brushed your covered nipples softly; earning a moan from you. “Here?” He used his middle fingers to brush them slowly. “Mm.” You hummed, relishing the soft strokes on your nipples. He stroked them lovingly as he started leaving soft kisses on your cheek. “Unh.” You moaned softly, the feathery strokes were making you squirm in his lap.

Your head fell back on his left shoulder and his lips trailed down to your neck. You looked at the reflection of the two of you in the dim lit vehicle. You oversee the way his fingers strokes your covered nipples slowly and his head slowly moving in tandem with his lips attached to your soft skin. You closed your eyes to relish the pure pleasure that you were feeling in his embrace. Soon after, he pulled down the top of ruffled dress slowly. You felt the fabric brush your skin as he did; even your nipples until he let it rest under your plump breasts. Your breath hitched when he slowly worked his hands to your breasts and cupped them. They were so hot yet so soft on your skin that you twitched. “Unh.” You breathed out, His dark brown orbs stared at your beautiful globes as he kneaded them gently. “Tsumu.” You whispered to him as he massages them together. “Hm?” He said, his eyes not ripping away from your soft plump breasts. His eyes flickered to your hands as it rested above his own. “Ya okay?” He mumbled, his fingers caressing around your breasts feathery but not close to your nipples. Your breath stammered as he did and he smirked. “Wanna watch another movie?” He whispered close to your ear. You whimpered when he started circling your nipples dangerously slow. “Ah.” You sighed, the feathery sensations felt so good that your pussy started throbbing. They were getting harder every second as he did. He chuckled. “Is that a ye-“

Suddenly quick footsteps were coming down the aisle and he quickly pulled the top of your dress up. You quickly sat up and looked closely at the screen — Hiding your flushed face and tapping on anything on the screen to look like you were busy looking for another movie to watch. his hands remained on your waist and sucked his teeth in annoyance, while he watched what you were doing. A teammate was looking for something in his gym bag which was two rows away from the two of you. Atsumu pretended to be interested in whatever you were clicking on the screen, in annoyance. “Oh!” Atsumu ripped his eyes away from the screen and looked up at the man who shouted, “I got them!” He raised his arm. Atsumu raised an eyebrow and noticed something in his hand. A pack of UNO cards.

Really? Atsumu looked at him with a blank expression — as he held the deck of cards up.

He ran back to the front of the bus to sit with the rest of the group. “Can’ they go ta’ sleep early like kids do? Pas’ midnight.” He grumbled. “You’re one to talk, Tsumu.” Yo rolled your eyes. Your cheeks were still hot too. He smirked at you and bit his bottom lip. He chuckled. “I know, baby.” He pulled you back to his chest and another movie started playing.

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1:01AM

As the bus drove in the empty highway, The commotions from the other teammates had lessened. Most of them were sleeping in their seats and a few were watching a movie with their earphones on. And you? You were watching another ghibli movie, of course. Whereas atsumu was scrolling through TikTok.

Thump!

Your body shifted from the sudden bump that he gasped from the feeling he felt from your ass. He wrapped an arm around your form and pulled your form closer to his. Your back close to his chest, he started leaving soft kisses on your neck. Slowly and steadily. It made you feel warm inside. You brought your hand up and rested it on the back of his head — to keep him there. He’s so clingy, you noted as you watched the movie. Eventually, he broke away and looked up — Checking to see if his teammates were still quiet or asleep. He grinned as if the “coast was clear” as he looked down the rows of the bus’s headrests. You noticed that he had not continued his cuddles with you and you looked up at him. “What’s wrong?” You said softly, checking to see if he was okay. He looked down at you and smiled. “Let’s get comfy.” He whispered and kissed your temple. You hummed in agreement and he pushed the seat back. He leaned back and pulled you close to his chest and spreads his legs more comfortably. He wrapped an arm around you and rested his free hand on your right thigh underneath your dress. “I feel like a koala.” You giggled, you looked up at him and rubbed the other hand that was resting on your tummy. He snorted. “My baby koala, in fact.” He chuckled softly and kissed your soft lips. “Mmm.” You hummed and turned back to the screen.

After a while, you started to stretch your back. You sat up and pressed your ass on his member. Atsumu slid his hand and digged his fingers into your side at the sensation. His right hand moved up to your inner thigh and caressed your warm skin. You paid no mind to it. He’s clingy, after all. However, he rolled his hips up to your ass and you whimpered. He did it again and you shivered when he slid his hand up to your panties and applied some brushed his finger against your covered pussy. “Mm.” You mewled, twitching at the feathery sensation. He then slid his finger up and down the fabric slowly; brushing it with soft strokes as you watched the film. The digit felt so good on your clothed pussy that you grounded your hips; applying pressure on his covered cock, earning a guttural moan from him. “Mm. Tsumu...” You called softly, relishing the smooth sensation of his fingertip circling your pussy against the fabric. He knows. “Hm?” He said, circling your clit softly. You turned to look at him and he leaned over to kiss your lips. Slowly, his soft lips enveloped yours and smacked against it, passionately. He cupped your pussy in the midst of the deep kisses and then brushed your clit with his middle finger with enough pressure. You moaned in the middle of the kisses and arched your back; relishing the gentle strokes on your clit. Atsumu moaned as he had already felt the imprint of your clit against his fingertip. You squirmed in his arm as he did. Circling your clit, dangerously slow and then sliding it down to your cunt. Teasing it with feather light strokes. “Mmrh!” You quivered, kissing him deeply at the sensation.

As the movie illuminated your faces and his fingertips circling your clothed pussy lovingly, your soft moans echoed in his ears while you circled your hips against the crafty digit for more friction than you were already receiving. Rewarding him with the same amount of friction his clothed member was getting. Atsumu kissed you deeply with his eyes shut as he did his task. “Mmmm.” You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck while you started bucking your hips up against his fingers a bit quickly. Soon after, he rubbed your clit quickly and followed. Humping his fingers feverishly to your release. “U-unh!” You whispered breathlessly, twitching as you rolled your hips against the digits to cool off your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm.” He moaned, rubbing it enough pressure to aid you, while hip lips enveloped. You broke away from the kiss to breathe. Your pussy was still pulsating with excitement. Begging for more of that familiar feeling it knows too well. Atsumu nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed it softly, as you did. Still gently brushing your pussy against the wet patch of your panties. Slipping against his calloused fingers, easily. “You’re so wet, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, feeling your arousal on his fingertips. “Oh…wow.” You breathed heavily, gripping his MSBY jacket while you were still cooling off.

He pulled your panties to the side and dipped his finger in between your folds. He slid it up and down and pulled it out. “Wow.” He raised his hand to see it glistening in the air. You watched him rub it between his finger and thumb. The thin line of your arousal stretching before you in the dim lit bus. You blushed and tucked your lips in as he did. “Let’s get this off.” You shyly lifted up yourself up as he puts his hands on the waistline of your panties and pulled it down. You pulled your left leg out from one of the holes and he lets the other rest on your ankle. He pulled you back to his chest gently and pushed your legs back. You shivered. Feeling too exposed when you felt his hands slide down and in between to your inner thighs. “Mm.” You whimpered, shyly looking at his fingers brush your puffy slick lips. “Look at that.” He whispered, looking at his fingers glistening as he rubbed your pussy. You choked on your breath whenever it brushed your throbbing clit. “Ahh.” You sighed, shutting your eyes in response to his fingers flicking your clit, softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, moving your head back to rest on his shoulder as he brushed your pussy slowly, up and down. Stroking the fires in the pit of your stomach as you it pulsates. You whined. Feeling another wave of relief coming. “Just like that baby.” He whispered, rubbing it slowly. “Relax and let it out.” His eyes followed his fingers circling your sensitive clit and the other hand teasing your cunt with feather light caresses. “Uuunnh.” You drawled lowly, looking out the window, relishing the slow motions of his digits stroking your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm. You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered. “Yeah…you look so pretty like that.” His passionate whispers of encouragement and praises fluttered all over your body. Making you throb with each brush of his fingers. Like soft feathers brushing against your skin and down to your clit. “Ugh.” your legs started trembling. you were feeling a rush of pure relief flow through your body. “U-ungh.” You hiccuped, your body starting to tense up. Soon after, you squirted. “Ahhh” he breathed out close to your ear, praising you for being a such a good girl. Slow yet gentle spurts of fluid came out while he continued brushing your clit very softly. “Ooo.”He hissed. You were choking on your breath as he did — spurting out some more in gentle squirts. “Good girl.” He whispered close to your ear, grinning at you lovingly. He lowered his head and kissed your neck while he still circled your throbbing clit once more; rewarding you before cupping your pussy.

“Mrm.” You hiccuped, twitching as he kissed your neck slowly, whispering how good you did. Atsumu really enjoys pleasing you with his love for you; making melt in his arms. “Look at me.” He said, brushing your thighs slowly. You turned to him. Your dowey eyes looking into his lustrous dark brown eyes in murky lit bus. “I wanna feel ya…more.” He whispered close to your lips before he started nibbling it softly. You lips were like a magnet to his. You both started Licking each other’s lips softly and then kissing it softly. He broke away from you and waited for your answer. You looked up at him. All you could hear was the white noise between you two. Nothing but the sounds of the bus still moving in the empty highway and the light commotions of the other teammates in the front still playing another game of cards in the front row. You nodded slowly and kissed him softly. “Thank you, baby.” He whispered and went back to kissing you. He pulled his sweat pants down along with his boxers just a bit as both lips smacked each other, passionately.

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“Put them in here baby.” He pointed at the cup holders. One that was on your right the other one was next to you. He’s quite innovative, you thought. Quietly, you rested the heels of your feet in each of them. He pulled the top of your dress down and brushed your nipples against his soft calloused fingers. A gratified sigh left your lips and he grinned. He dipped his fingers in his mouth and brought them down to your nipples and began rubbing them against your perky nipples. Another sighed left your lips as he circled them softly. He dipped a finger in your mouth and you sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He sighed, his cock throbbed in his pants. You sucked it gently and swiped your tongue around the digit. “Yeah.” He watched you, mesmerized. “Like that, baby.” He whispered before pulling it out and rubbing it on your nipples. You felt his cock twitching underneath your ass.

He then rests his hands on your waist. You lifted your self a bit and aligned his cock to your entrance. Anchoring you, his fingers digged into your skin as you began sinking on his length slowly. “Ah-ahhh.” He choked on his breath, quivering at the sensation of your soft warm walls welcoming him. He dropped his head back on the headrest as you did until you were fully seated.

“Oh fuck.” He’s already in heaven.

You shyly looked down at his hands on your waist. “Come here~.” He whispered, pulling you back to his chest, chuckling at your shyness. “It’s just us.” He added, spreading his legs further apart. Your legs mimicked the motion and clenched around the length. “Ugh.” His eyes widened at the sudden sensation. “I didn’ even move yet baby, hehe.” He chuckled, teasing you. You giggled softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, pushing your head back on his shoulder. He slid his hand down to your clit and rested it there as he began rolling his hips up, slowly.

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You were bouncing on his cock as he thrusted into your cunt feverishly in the moving bus. Your breast bounced around in tandem from his controlled thrusts. Your whimpers and choked breathes never go amiss in the midst of his cock stroking your plush walls. He stopped at random times to help you catch your breath and quickly went back to fucking you restlessly. “Ugh-uuunh.” He moaned, hissing at the sensation of your tight cunt stroking his length. “Ah-unh.” He choked up moans made you clench his cock lovingly. You don’t see it but he’s in pure bliss. His eyes shut and his mouth ajar; his shaken pants was the only thing that made you wetter. “Mmmm.” He bit his bottom lip and slowed down. Relishing the deep long strokes entering your tight cunt. You feel so warm and soft around his cock as he did. “Ooo. Fuck yeah.” He took his time to stroke your walls his cock knows all too well. You rolled your hips up whenever he thrusts deeply in your heat. Like ocean waves pulling him in — never failing to rub your g-spot. “Awh. Yeah.” He whispered, rubbing his fingers on your puffy clit, your warm arousal glazing his length.

He rolled his hips up in tandem with good measure. “Fuck.” He groaned, flicking your clit as his other hand digs into your side. You gasped at the sensation and pulsated. “Unh yeah.” He hissed, the wet skin slapping sounds rang between you two. Each stroke rewarded you with a soft brush on your clit. “Mrrm.” You moaned, rolling your hips around at the sensation. Atsumu brought his other hand up to gropeyour breast as he thrusted deeply in your sobbing cunt. “You feel so good, baby.” He praised you breathlessly, kneading your breast the same way you’re hugging his cock. It all felt too good. You turned your head to him and his lips met yours. He kissed you deeply in the midst of the deep controlled thrusts. “Mmmm.” His big soft hands caressed your breasts and gently tugged your nipples.

One particular thrust made you whimper and clench his length tightly. He deepened the kiss and began fucking your cunt feverishly. Your thighs jiggling above his, your breasts bouncing in his hands made you flutter. Making you even more wetter as he thrusts in your sobbing tight hole. “Mmmm.” You whimpered in the kiss, he slid his hands down to your thighs and brushed it, making your shiver as the filthy wet slapping sounds echoed from you two. You choked on your breath when he kept hitting that perfect spot. “O-oh.” You stammered, your pussy was pulsating at the sensation. You arched your back and his strokes were making you flutter so much at the new angle — slamming into you easily. “Unh.” You sighed softly, the tip kept poking your g- spot relentlessly. “Uuuunh.” He drawled, feeling your walls trembling around him lovingly. He then gripped your hips with an iron grip to pull you down — keeping you there. He thrusted uncontrollably into your sobbing heat. His pants quickened as he did; trying to control himself from your tight cunt as he’s aware of his surroundings. “Mrm!” You whimpered, feeling your release coming sooner than you think. You raised your feet from the cup holders — your panty dangling from your ankle in the air. He wrapped his arms around legs from underneath and pushed youthem back. You squeaked at the new angle. “Ts-s-mu!” You stammered lowly, feeling your release coming closer as he bucked into your throbbing core. He hissed in your ear and tightened his grip around your legs. You grabbed the armrests to hold on for dear life. The squelching sounds grew louder as he slams in your sobbing cunt.

“Ah..fuck!” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, your cunt was squeezing him crazily. You spreads your legs further apart and you looked down. It’s coming. You know you’re about to fall apart in sec—

You hips pushed up and sudden fierce rush of pure relief flows through your body. Quick spurts of your fluids shoots out and you kept twitching as more came out. “Ungh!” You moaned heavily, heeding the sloppy sounds as he thrusts quickly in your cunt. “Agh..agh.” He groaned heavily, relishing the vice grip around his cock as he pushed deeply in your soaked cunt. He started squirming uncontrollably. “Ugh!” He grunted, his hips gyrating as he starts cumming. “Tsu!” You whispered, your body rocking crazily from his ministrations, getting overstimulated. One…two…three hard thrusts and he froze. “Ah!” You squeaked, you twitched up and you squirted again.

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You both breathed heavily. Trying to cool off from the intense sex. You felt his chest heaving on your back. Your eyes were so watery that you kept blinking.

After a while, you finally sat up. You noticed a few wet patches on the back of the seat in front of you — as the light from the screen illuminated your faces. You then looked down in between a noticed small puddle of your fluids on the floor. “Come’re.” Atsumu pulled you back to his chest. “Don’ worry, I’ll clean it up.” He muttered next to your ear, caressing your tummy underneath your dress. He noticed your legs were still in the air. “Put your legs down, baby.” He smiled faintly, giving a throaty chuckle. “They’ll see us.” He said purpose. You turned back and glared at him. Your eyes pointing daggers at him. He read your mind. “We c’n watch another movie. If ya want.” He shrugged, smirking like a fox. You still glared at him.

“I love you~” He whispered, squeezing your sides playfully. hoping that you’d forgive him. You still didn’t give in. He leaned over to kiss your cheek to cheer you up. “What~?”He knows you loved it; still not wiping that smirk off his face.

“I’m booking my own room once we get to the hotel.” You stated, hiding the fact that you did. But you didn’t imagine it to be in a public space. His face immediately turned to a sad puppy face. “Wha-“ he gasped. “nOoo~” he whined, looking into your eyes for forgiveness.

He hugged you tightly. You sighed.

He’s so damn clingy.

“Let go of me! I-I need to pee!” You said, as he whined in your neck. “But you did, though. ” he stopped and looked up at you questionably.

“T-that’s different!” You pouted, your cheeks started feeling hot. You pulled the top of your dress up, got up and pulled your dress down.

“Don’t forget your panties, babe. They’ll see.” He smirked, looking down at the pink material around your ankle as you got out of your “seat“. “Shut up Tsumu!” You blushed and opened the restroom door. “G-go clean up!” You whispered before shutting the door in front of him.

He grinned cheekily as took out his dirty sweat towel and started wiping the floor.

“Too late to change rooms now, baby.”

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sonarspace · 2 months

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jjk men and valentine’s day

a/n: eeekkk went a little crazy on nanami and sukuna's parts. hopefully i'm not too late, happy v-day! celebrating it with fictional men for now :3. content: gojo x reader. geto x reader. nanami x reader. sukuna x reader. (fluff!) not proofread… wc: 1.1k

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

gojo

he wakes you up with kisses all over your face. excited to celebrate another valentine's day with you. "happy valentine's day pretty girl," he giggles in your ear. he takes you out to shopping to find an outfit for your evening together. he sits outside of the fitting room as you try on outfits and ask him his opinions which is useless cause he swears you look good in everything you've tried on and ends up buying all of them. during your evening together he takes you on a helicopter tour of tokyo, your first time seeing the city like this. "this is beautiful satoru," you smile at him sitting next to you in the pilot's seat. "i think so, too" he smiles at you. "thank you for spoiling me," you joke with him.

geto

he gets flowers and chocolates delivered to your place. sends you a "happy v-day baby. see you soon" text. you spend the entire day together. in the morning he takes you to a flower exhibition. a floating garden with an array of flowers hanging. it was all so beautiful. you were elated. for dinner he takes you to your favorite sushi place. you talk about nothing and everything. however your valentine's day isn't complete without a stuffed animal. even when you were just friends, suguru would show up with a stuffed animal and flowers on valentine's day to cheer you up. and when you both started dating, the suffed animal on valentine's day became a tradition. the arcade is closing as you both reach and you ask them to let you play a quick game but they deny you entry. suguru drops your hand and walks over to talk to the manager privately and slips in some money in his pocket to keep it up and running for another hour. just the two of you in the arcade it reminded you of your high school days. you end up losing at the game where you have to knock out the cans with ball. desperate to win the stuffed panda. you pout at suguru as the manager comes to you and tells you that time is up. "one more game and we're out" suguru promises. he uses one of his curses to help him win and scores you a stuffed panda. you add it to your stuffed animals collection, all given to you by suguru over the course of your relationshiop.

nanami

he doesn't think today is any different to any other day of the week. "just another way for people to make money," he told you before. it's your first valentine's day with him. you're not really expecting anything from him today but you personally loved lovers' day, so you decide to decorate your apartment with different shades of pink and red. heart shaped knick knacks strewn around. he walks out of your bedroom dressed for work. "good morning," his voice is gruff. "too much?" you ask him when you see him look around with an amused smile. "no, i like it. it's cute." he smiles softly at you. "my place tonight." he tells you as he kisses you goodbye. you're surprised when you walk into his apartment. the floors covered in rose petals creating a path to the balcony. he's standing by a candle lit table with a boquet of flowers in his hand. he chuckles quietly when he sees the look of surprise on your face, "happy lover's day," he says as he hands you the boquet. you go on your tip toes to peck his lips "did you do all this by yourself?" you smile at him. "eh yeah i know how much you love today, so i thought i'd surpise you" his says shyly looking away from you. you pull his face back to face you and kiss him fully "thank you". his cheeks hurt from trying to control his smile but a blush takes over his face. he didn't mind that you had that effect on him. after dinner he slides a box across the table "but i didn't get you anything," you pout as you look between the box and him. "it's okay. you don't have to. just open the box." you unwrap the box and find a key sitting in it. you look up at him confused, "will you move in with me?" he speaks softly. your mouth falls open at his question and your eyes fill with tears of joy. you nod feveriously getting out of your chair and moving over to him quickly. "yes yes" you mumble into the kiss, manuvering yourself in his lap.

sukuna

"what the hell is valentine's day?" he asks you his hand running through your hair.. "a day to celebrate love. and lovers." you chirp from your place on his chest. this would be his first time celebrating valentine's day (well frankly his first time being in a relationship too). he hums. "so you're my valentine?" your heart squeezes at the way he asks that question. "do you want me to be?" you retort giggling. "yeah," he blushes slightly. "okay, then lover boy. you're my valentine too," you tease. he wants to do this right he thinks so decides to surprise you. much to his dismay, things don't go as planned. you walk into the kitchen and smell something burning. "ah fuck" you see sukuna standing near the oven. a tray of burnt cupcakes in one hand. another hand on his forehead in disappointment and two hands on his hips as usual. "suki?" he yelps when he hears your voice. "you shouldn't be here" he huffs. "what's wrong? let me help." you approach him. he puts the tray of cupcakes down. and you notice piping bags filled with red and pink frosting. "this isn't how it was supposed to go. i remember you mentioned how much you loved chocolate cupcakes so i was going to surprise you but now they're burned. so much for doing things the right way, huh" he pouts as he rambles. "it's okay. they dont look too bad," you try cheer him up. he tilts his head at as to say 'we both know these are not edible'. "we can fix this suki, look" you cut off the burnt part of the cupcake and mash them into small circles. you grab some sticks from the drawers and place the circles on the sticks. "cake pops!" you wiggle it in front of his face with a satisfied smile. he pushes your hand down and pulls you in close to kiss you. his tongue slipping in your mouth as his four hands pulls you in tight. "can't believe you made me fall in love," he whispers into the kiss.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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the smoothest operation

summary: roller coasters, third wheeling, and a diamond ring + a little insta au at the end 💍 part two to you and me together so i brought back a few characters!

words: 1,414

a/n: on a writing kick! this one's for @vamossainz55, who i adore 🫶🏼 feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

September was a special month for the two of you, as it marked the arrival of three events: his birthday, yours, and your anniversary. Carlos had asked you to be his girlfriend during a celebratory soirée, thrown by his closest friends. The speakers were blaring Bad Bunny’'s "Enséñame a Bailar" so loud that you could barely hear him when he nervously asked you the big question. Despite the noise, your answer was an immediate and resounding yes. The usually reserved Spaniard couldn't contain his joy and spent the rest of the evening twirling you around to DJ Lando’s handpicked tunes.

You had never been one for extravagant birthday celebrations, the type to turn bright red whenever people sang “Happy Birthday” to you. You found more joy in giving gifts, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents. Carlos had been on the receiving end of your love for three summers now and wanted nothing more than to give it all back tenfold.

Carlos was thrilled when the race calendar for 2023 was unveiled, revealing that the two of you would be celebrating in Tokyo. He knew just how much you adored the vibrant city as you’d joined him at Suzuka last fall, where you were amazed by the politeness and dedication of the Japanese fans. Carlos’ fame had skyrocketed after “Drive to Survive” aired and walking around a city without someone recognizing him had become a rarity. You took great pleasure in getting to witness how he genuinely engaged with his fans, attentively listening to every word. Despite this, you were only human and there were times when you longed to have your boyfriend all to yourself. Tokyo, one of the few cities where Carlos wasn't as widely known, held a special allure, allowing you both to feel a sense of normalcy.

Carlos wasn't really into roller coasters, but you? You were absolutely obsessed with them. If the Ferrari crew mentioned an amusement park outing, you'd be the first to sign up, whether Carlos joined or not. Last season at Ferrari World in Abu Dhabi, you had him in stitches as you dragged him from one ride to another, giggling like a little kid. This year, Carlos had decided to take you to Tokyo DisneySea as he’d heard nothing but rave reviews.

As you hopped into the Purosangue, you were taken aback to find Lando sitting in the backseat. "You're serious? Lando's coming?" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement in your voice. Lando chuckled and replied, "Well, this could be the best day of your life, Y/N. It's all about perspective," snapping a photo of you. While you and Lando were the same age and had a sibling-like bond, the whole third wheel situation was starting to get old. Carlos, however, defended his decision, saying, "I couldn't just leave him at the hotel. He promised to take photos of us, so it's a win-win situation, no?"

Lando's promise to be a fly on the wall quickly faded away the moment the three of you stepped foot in DisneySea. He had a well-researched list of foods he wanted to try, and his determination to conquer them all was clear. Carlos, being a self-proclaimed food connoisseur himself, eagerly agreed, as you embarked on a gourmet tour.

"We're here to actually go on rides, right?" you questioned, observing the two grown men as they devoured their Little Green Men mochi. "I think I'll take advantage of the 'Single Rider' line while you two feast. Just how I feel today—single," you said with a smirk, before heading towards Raging Spirits.

As your patience began to wear thin, Carlos couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation. Everything was falling into place; thanks to the help he had sought from Lando months ago. They had even created a joint Google doc titled "El Plan," meticulously outlining each step. Carlos knew you wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of a roller coaster, and he intended to use that time to set everything in motion. Behind the scenes, the incognito cameraman (also known as @lando.jpg) and friends + family were ready and waiting. And, of course, there was the most crucial piece: the ring.

Carlos had purchased the engagement ring in secret, right after his victory in Silverstone last year. After missing Wimbledon, he had taken you to Tiffany's and let you choose an item of your liking. After much browsing, you settled on a gold pendant adorned with a delicate C. It was a symbol that served as a tactile reminder of the one you loved most, keeping him close to your heart no matter the distance.

On the way back to the hotel, you passed by Harry Winston, and there it was—the oval-shaped engagement ring of your dreams. You joked about how it could probably buy a few Ferraris, but Carlos couldn’t help but notice the undeniable sparkle in your eyes. He discreetly took note of your ring size by borrowing one of your rings from the bedside table while you were asleep. When he was away at a race, he seized the opportunity to purchase the ring, vowing to protect it until the perfect moment arrived.

After riding the exhilarating 360-degree looping roller coaster, you felt a surge of energy and pure adrenaline. As you made your way towards the Venetian gondolas, clutching your map in hand, you caught a glimpse of a couple wearing Mickey ears who looked just like Taylor and his girlfriend Morgan. The thought briefly crossed your mind, but you dismissed it, thinking it couldn’t possibly be them. DisneySea had done an incredible job recreating the charm of Venice, evoking memories of you and Carlos’ weekend getaway to the city last summer.

You waved at Carlos excitedly, his figure standing out among the rest. "Where's Lando?" you asked, scanning the crowd for the British racing driver. “I sent him on a mission to get us some pineapple smoothies," Carlos blurted out.

“You look pale and fidgety. What's going on?" you asked, noticing the unease in Carlos's demeanor. Normally, your ability to pick up on his emotions was something he cherished, but at this moment, he wished you were less perceptive. Carlos could feel his body trembling as he got down on one knee.

“Mi vida, I love you more than anything in this world. You’re the person I want to wake up with and go to bed beside for the rest of my life.” Carlos began, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Y/N, will you marry me?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and a surge of overwhelming joy filled your entire being. Jumping up and down with excitement, you exclaimed, "Yes!" Your jubilant shrieks filled the air as Carlos carefully slid the breathtakingly beautiful ring onto your finger.

Through your peripheral vision, you could see a crowd gathering around. It took a moment for it to sink in, but as you looked closer, you recognized the faces of Taylor, Lex, Caco, Rupert, Ana, and Lando with his trusty Leica camera. It all clicked into place – Lando had been in on the surprise from the beginning and had captured the entire proposal.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you grabbed Carlos' face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, expressing your love and gratitude in that tender moment. Carlos beamed with pride, knowing that everything had gone according to plan. With a playful wink, he acknowledged Lando's involvement; “The smoothest operation of my life thanks to you, cabrón.” You playfully smacked Carlos, exploding in laughter.

Lando approached with his camera, a wide grin on his face. "I got it all, every precious moment," he said, showing you a glimpse of the photos on the camera's display. As you hugged him tightly, you felt a deep sense of comfort and security. You knew in that moment that you could count on Lando for life, that he would always be there for you through thick and thin.

As the day drew to a close, you and Carlos found yourselves sitting by the waterfront, hand in hand, reflecting on the whirlwind romance that had led you to this very moment. With the ring sparkling on your finger, you felt an immense sense of gratitude for the love you and Carlos shared. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and whispered, “I can't wait to spend forever with you, Mrs. Sainz.”

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yourusername: came to tokyo as his girlfriend, leaving as his fiancée! still in awe of the fact that the boys managed to keep "el plan" from me for so long

carlossainz55: mi amor, mi vida. thanks for participating in the carlando food tour 🫶🏼

taylorfritz: you set the bar for proposals high, @carlossainz55 👏🏼 doubles with me and morgan soon?

alexafritz: the love you two have for each other is infectious and that ring is to die for 🤍 karaoke + shots on me tonight!

pierregasly: karaoke? @yukitsunoda0511 and i are in

fan1: i respect her for popping on here to announce their engagement but keeping the proposal private!

yourusername: you're the sweetest! as mother taylor once said, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours 💌

lando.jpg: engagement photographer available for hire (disclaimer: only available on non-race weekends)

yourusername: thanks for capturing our proposal and taking our engagement photos! 10/10 would recommend 🥹

fan2: the fact that lando was THE designated photographer! excuse me while i ugly cry

update: part three here ➡️

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