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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Two Souls and Hillsides

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𖤓 Pairings: Cowboy!Gojo x f!reader 𖤓 Synopsis: After getting expelled from college for one reckless mistake too many, you're shipped off to spend the summer with your estranged grandparents on their remote horse ranch—a place you haven’t set foot on since you were a kid. You expected boredom, chores, and a long, hot summer of shame. What you didn’t expect? The tall, cocky ranch-hand who remembers you all too well… and isn't about to let you forget your roots. 𖤓 Content warnings + tags: 18+ MDNI, Childhood-friends-to-lovers, light enemies-to-lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn fr (mentions of) virginity loss, alcohol use and partying, family drama, miscommunication, themes of self-worth and identity (loosely based off of the Hannah Montana movie lol) Art by: @/-3aem on X

Chapter Two: Still Waters, Beneath the Surface

You were back downstairs about an hour later, after settling into your childhood bedroom and unpacking your overstuffed luggage—clothes, makeup, shoes, all the remnants of your old life shoved into a few heavy bags.

You felt…nervous.

It didn’t make sense, not really. These were your grandparents. People who helped raise you, who used to sneak you cookies before dinner, and let you fall asleep in front of the TV as old westerns played. But everything felt different now. Like the ranch and people had stayed the same, but you hadn’t. Even if they acted like you’d never left at all.

You took a seat at the small kitchen table, its wood a little more worn than you remembered. The lights above glowed soft and yellow, casting warmth over the room. The windows were propped open with little wooden wedges, letting in a light breeze and the faint, steady hum of cicadas from the fields outside.

Your grandma moved around the stove with practiced ease, transferring food into serving bowls and laying down pots onto what looked like handmade, crocheted hot pads. The air smelled like fried chicken and buttered corn and something sweet baking in the oven.

And—surprisingly—Gojo was still there.

He was setting the table like he belonged there, like he lived there. No cowboy hat tonight, just a mess of snowy white hair catching the kitchen light in soft, wild angles.

Your eyes met.

The corners of his mouth tugged up into a half-smile—barely there, just a flicker—and then he looked back down, focused on the napkins and silverware in his hands like they were suddenly the most important thing in the world.

You were quick to sit down, across the table from him, flanked by your grandparents. You avoided his piercing gaze like it carried the plague, focusing instead on scooping mashed potatoes onto your plate. Why was he so damn nosy?

Grandma finally set down the bowl of green beans and lowered herself into the seat across from Grandpa. “There we go. Y’all dig in before it gets cold.”

Grandpa passed the plate of fried chicken to Gojo on his left, glancing at you as he spoke. “Bet the city doesn’t cook like this, huh?”

You forced a smile. “No, not really. Not unless you count overpriced takeout. But the chef Mom hired is pretty good.”

Satoru snickered under his breath—subtle, but you caught it. A jab, like always.

Grandma interrupted before you could react, scooping a healthy serving of food onto her plate. “That chef making enough food? You look awfully skinny, honey. We’ll have you fattened up in no time.”

Gojo grinned with that same smug expression you remembered, stuffing a heaping forkful of potatoes into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days. Real charming. “Guess we’re back to raisin’ strays again.”

Your grandpa chuckled and lightly swatted his elbow in a disapproving tone. “Satoru.”

You rolled your eyes, dragging your fork slowly through your food. “Funny.”

“Just sayin’. First day back and you already looked like you were gonna melt in the sun.”

“It was ninety-five degrees.” You deadpanned.

“And yet, I didn’t hear the horses complainin’.”

Your grandma cut in gently, clearly trying her best to ease the growing tension between the two of you, “She’ll adjust. Takes time, is all.”

You knew what was coming next. Of course, they’d be curious. Who wouldn’t be? Stuck up girl with a trust fund and everything handed to her on a silver platter suddenly finds her way back to the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Grandpa leaned in a little, lowering his voice like it was some big family secret. “So… what really happened? Your mama didn’t say much over the phone. Just that you’d be stayin’ with us a while.”

You stared down at your plate, feeling that familiar sense of shame that plagued your thoughts on the daily. “I… I messed up. Got kicked out of school… Mom didn’t want me home. Well, David didn’t want me home.”

There was a beat of silence. The only sound was the quiet scrape of Gojo’s fork before he had to chime in again.

“Damn. Didn’t peg you as the rebellious type. What’d you do, set the library on fire?”

You shot him a look, sharp enough to cut glass. “No. I wasn’t flunking either, if that’s what you're implying.”

“Now, we don’t have to get into all that tonight,” your grandma cut in quickly, voice thin and tight.

“No shame in fallin’ down, sugar,” Grandpa said gently, resting a hand over your forearm. “Just matters what you do after.”

And Gojo? It’s like he didn’t know how to shut up. He propped his chin in his palm, grinning that same idiotic grin. “So what’s the plan now? Stick around, milk cows till your city instincts come back?”

“There aren’t even cows here.”

“Yet.” He shrugged, still smiling.

You could feel the heat rising to your face, your voice climbing with it. “Can you just not tonight? I already feel like a failure. I don’t need you making it worse.”

The table fell silent. Again.

Even your grandma didn’t know what to say.

Gojo blinked, caught off guard. “Hey. I was just messin’. Didn’t mean it like that.”

Maybe it was dramatic. You didn’t care. You shoved your chair back with a loud scrape, standing in a rush.

“Whatever. I’m not hungry.”

“You don’t gotta run, sweetheart,” Grandpa said gently, his voice steady but soft. “You can sit. Be mad if you want. But stay.”

But you were already scraping your food into the trash and setting your plate down into the empty sink. “I just need some air.”

The screen door creaked as you swung it open and stepped out into the humid dusk, letting it thump closed behind you.

Inside, the kitchen was quiet. The clink of silverware had stopped. The cicadas outside suddenly seemed louder than they had before.

Gojo let out a sigh, pushing his plate away.

Grandpa shot him a look. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it, huh?”

Gojo winced. “No, sir. Just got a mouth on me…”

The porch creaked under your weight as you sank onto the top step.

It was quiet out here—the kind of quiet that wraps around you, thick and soft, until all you can hear is your own thoughts echoing louder than they should. The cicadas buzzed somewhere far off, a low hum under the night. You pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging them loosely, chin resting on the denim of your dirt-smudged jeans.

Out past the porch railing, the fields stretched wide and dark, the grass swaying in the warm breeze like it didn’t know the world had changed. The moon hung low, casting a silvery sheen over the barn roof, the tops of the trees, the wooden fence that hadn’t changed since you were ten. Fireflies blinked at the edge of the pasture—lazy little lights, flickering like stars too tired to shine properly.

A horse whinnied in the distance, followed by the soft rustle of hooves against hay and dirt. The sound was comforting and lonely at the same time.

You hated how fast your heart was still beating.

You shouldn’t have snapped like that. Not in front of your grandparents. Not in front of him. But something about the way he said it—like you didn’t belong here either—just hit the wrong nerve. Again.

Everything you’ve done lately feels like a mistake. Getting kicked out. Getting cut off. Ending up back here like some dead-end case with nothing to show for yourself but half a degree and a suitcase full of regrets.

You thought this would feel like coming home.

Instead, it feels like walking into a version of your life that just kept going without you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, hard. Metallic warmth bloomed across your tongue. You welcomed the sting—it was the only thing that felt real.

What would your friends back in the city say if they saw you now? They’d probably laugh. Or worse, pity you. You could already hear the way they’d say your name like it was some sort of tragedy. But you couldn’t even blame them.

And you couldn’t really blame your parents, either.

You were the problem. You were always the problem.

Just a lazy, spoiled, good-for-nothing excuse of a daughter.

Your fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on your jeans, nails bitten short and raw at the edges. You pressed your face into your folded arms, hiding from the moonlight, hiding from yourself. The burn behind your eyes stung deep, but you blinked it away, stubborn and silent.

You don’t get to cry over this anymore.

You made your bed. Now you had to lie in it—even if it was 500 miles from the life you were supposed to be living…

The screen door creaked open behind you, hinges groaning like they’d been holding their breath all day. You didn’t turn around. Just tucked your chin deeper into the cradle of your knees and stared out at the moonlit fields, trying not to think too hard. The air was thick with the scent of cut grass and the faint sweetness of honeysuckle creeping up the side of the porch. Somewhere out near the fence line, a horse snorted softly, the rustle of hay echoing under the low hum of cicadas.

Bootsteps followed—slow, steady, like whoever it was didn’t want to scare you off. The boards creaked under his weight. He stopped just behind you, where the porch met the steps, hovering like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“I’m headin’ out,” Gojo said after a beat, voice softer than usual.

You nodded, still not turning to look at him. “‘Kay...”

There was a pause, but he didn’t move.

“Didn’t mean to get under your skin. Not like that, anyway...”

You let out a breath through your nose, the sound sharp in the quiet of the night. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

He chuckled—barely. “Yeah. S’pose I do.”

Another beat of silence passed between you, the air palpable with lingering tension from dinner. You could hear him shift, boots scraping against the wood as he sat down behind you on the next step, not quite beside you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“I wasn’t lying, y’know,” he murmured. “You’re not a failure.”

Your eyes stayed on the fields. The wind stirred the grass, rippling like water under moonlight. Yeah, right…“Doesn’t really matter what I am. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You say that like it’s some kinda punishment.”

You stayed quiet, picking at the hem of your jeans until a thread snapped loose between your fingers. A cicada buzzed in the distance, shrill and stubborn. “Why are you even out here?” 

He shrugged, gaze following yours into the dark. “Supposed to be leavin’. Figured I’d say goodnight.” A pause. Then, lighter, “Maybe make sure you didn’t go throw yourself in the horse trough.”

That earned a tiny smirk, even if you didn’t mean to give it to him.

He leaned forward, forearms pressed against his knees. “We all mess up. Hell, I’ve done worse than get kicked outta school.”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Not savin’ the last cinnamon roll for your grandpa at breakfast one time,” he replied solemnly. “Still haven’t been forgiven for that. That man sure knows how to hold a grudge, I’ll tell you that much.”

You huffed, but just barely. Was he really trying to make you feel better right now?

Gojo’s smile faded into something gentler. “Look…I know it don’t fix anything. And I ain’t tryin’ to tell you how to feel. But this place? It’s not gonna shut you out just ‘cause you’re hurting. Neither will your folks. And…neither will I.”

The knot in your throat pulled tight. You bit the inside of your cheek, swallowed down the sting behind your eyes. “I just feel like I’m screwing everything up...”

“You’re twenty,” he said. “You’re supposed to screw everything up.”

You finally turned to look at him. His silver hair caught the moonlight, a soft mess of curls above a face that, for once, wasn’t smug or teasing—just honest. He met your eyes, his voice even quieter now. “Ain’t no shame in falling, princess. Just matters what you do after.”

You stared at him for a moment, then looked away, brushing at your eyes with the heel of your hand before he could catch the glint there. How would he know? He didn’t screw up his entire life and every opportunity ever handed to him.

He stood a second later, brushing dust from his jeans.

“I’ll be back in the morning. We start early around here,” he said, already turning toward the steps. “Don’t go disappearing again, alright?” He dusted off the brim of his hat this time, tilting it towards you with that irritating, gentle expression, before finally turning to leave down the steps. You watched as he mounted his horse near the barn just yards away, graceful yet strong. Sturdy. And with a click of his heels, he rode off into the night.

A breeze swept through the porch, carrying the scent of dust and horse sweat. You closed your eyes and let it pass over you. And just like that, it was quiet again. But the silence didn’t feel so heavy this time.

You weren’t sure what woke you first—the rooster’s screech or the sheer betrayal of being conscious before the sun. Either way, it felt violent. You blinked up at the ceiling in stunned silence, a death glare already forming as that damn bird let out another war cry just beyond your window.

You didn’t even need to look to know where it was perched. Probably right there on the porch rail, puffed up like it owned the place, screaming just because it could. Roosters were honestly worse than car alarms.

If you went outside right now and smothered that fucking bird with your pillow, would anyone actually care?

Probably not. Maybe worth the risk.

You groaned and rolled onto your side, dragging the thin country quilt over your head. It was no silk duvet, that was for sure. The sheets felt stiff, the pillow was aggressively firm, and there was no hum of traffic or buzz of your phone to lull you back to sleep. Just the clatter of hooves in the distance, the soft creak of the house waking up, and that damn rooster again, yelling like its life depended on it.

This was not how mornings were supposed to start.

This was a violation of basic human rights.

Back home, you didn’t wake up until at least noon—wrapped in a fortress of fluffy blankets, cushioned by high-thread-count luxury, maybe scrolling through social media until your iced latte was delivered straight to your door. That was your kind of peace. That was comfort. That was normal.

This… wasn’t. This was farmhand purgatory.

Eventually, you accepted your fate and swung your legs out of bed, padding across the old wooden floor in your socks. The air was cool, crisp in a way that made your skin tighten, like the house still held onto the chill of the night. You tugged on a hoodie—your old college one, soft from a hundred washes and printed with a logo that felt a little heavier now—and made your way downstairs.

Voices floated up from the kitchen, low and warm. The smell hit you next—bacon, eggs, maybe biscuits in the oven. Something buttery and comforting. The kettle was starting to whistle on the stove, and you could hear grandma humming under her breath between gentle clinks of dishware, grandpa probably sitting at the table, flicking through the pages of this morning’s newspaper. Who the hell still reads the paper?

You padded into the kitchen, the warm scent of breakfast wrapping around you like a blanket. Sunlight was just beginning to spill through the windows, catching in little dust motes that danced above the table. Your grandma stood at the stove in her worn, quilted apron, gently flipping bacon in a skillet while humming something soft and familiar. Your grandpa sat at the table with his reading glasses low on his nose, newspaper rustling in his hands, a steaming mug of coffee close by.

“There she is,” Grandma said, not even turning as you entered. “Thought we’d have to send the rooster in to drag you out.”

You made a face, slumping into one of the old wooden chairs. “You mean that demon outside my window?”

Grandpa chuckled behind the paper. “That demon bird’s been waking us up for fifteen years.”

“Maybe it’s time for early retirement,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes.

Grandma just smiled and slid a plate in front of you, stacked with eggs, bacon, and a biscuit that was still warm to the touch. “Eat up. You’ve got a full day ahead of you.”

You blinked. “Wait—I do?”

Grandpa folded the paper and leaned back in his chair, giving you a look that was equal parts amused and serious. “You didn’t think you’d come back and just lounge around, did you?”

You opened your mouth to argue, then shut it again. Fair enough.

“Figured we’d start you off easy,” he continued, “maybe get you out by the barn. See if the coop needs cleaning, or lend a hand brushing the horses.”

You were halfway through chewing a bite of biscuit when you glanced out the window—and paused.

Out by the fence, backlit by the morning sun, was Gojo. He was already elbow-deep in work, hauling bales of hay like they weighed nothing, his shirt slightly damp with sweat despite the early hour. His hair was a little wild, catching the light like silver threads. He moved with a kind of ease, like all of this—the labor, the land—fit him in a way that made your stomach twist with something unfamiliar. For someone so irritating, he looked way too good covered in grime and sweat. That dick…

You looked away before either of your grandparents noticed you staring, but they had already clocked you on it. Luckily, they didn’t care to say anything about it.

“He’s been out there since before dawn,” Grandma said, following your gaze. “That boy works harder than anyone gives him credit for. Good thing we hired him.”

“Looks like he could use some breakfast,” Grandpa added, scratching his beard. “Why don’t you go fetch him in before we eat?”

You hesitated. “Me?”

“He won’t bite,” Grandma said with a knowing look. “Go on, take him a biscuit. Tell him there’s coffee, too.”

You groaned quietly but stood, snatching a warm biscuit from the stack and avoiding your grandma’s smug grin. She always did like playing matchmaker, even when you were little.

The screen door squeaked open behind you as you stepped out onto the porch. The air was brighter now, touched with the promise of heat later in the day. You crossed the yard slowly, heart doing something weird and uncalled-for when Gojo finally noticed you.

He straightened up, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Mornin’, princess.”

You rolled your eyes, holding out the biscuit. “Breakfast is ready. Thought I’d offer before you pass out from being too heroic.”

He grinned, all dimples and mischief, but there was something gentler behind it today. “Look at you, bringing me food. Thought you city girls didn’t do manual labor or acts of kindness.”

You made a face and turned to leave, but he fell into step beside you anyway.

“I’ll come eat,” he said, almost lightly. “Only ‘cause your grandma’s cooking is worth it.”

You didn't say anything, but you let him follow you back to the porch.

The screen door slammed shut behind the two of you, the familiar creak followed by the soft thud of boots on wood. Gojo wiped his hands on the hem of his shirt, still dusty from the barn, before dropping into the seat across from you with a lazy grin and a “Mornin’, folks.”

Grandma turned from the stove with a smile and a playful swat of her dish towel. “Bout time. You’re up with the sun but never remember to eat.”

“You always feed me too well,” Gojo said, already reaching for the plate she set down in front of him. “Wouldn’t get anything done if I started the day all bloated on your cookin’.”

Grandpa gave a huff of amusement. “Pretty sure you’re running on coffee and charm anyway.”

Gojo winked. “Don’t forget sheer willpower.”

You rolled your eyes and picked at your eggs.

It was warm in the kitchen—between the smell of food, the soft murmur of conversation, and the sound of silverware clinking against plates, it almost felt like a memory you’d forgotten you missed. Familiar and slow and good.

Grandma took her seat last, sliding into the spot beside Grandpa. “So,” she said, “we were just talkin’ about the day. Thought maybe you’d like to take our girl here out to the barn, Satoru. Show her the ropes again.”

You looked up sharply. “Wait, what?”

He didn’t even hesitate as he replied, “Sure. Long as she doesn’t faint from the smell of manure.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I grew up here too, y’know.”

“You mean when you were ten and used to wear light-up sneakers and run away from the chickens.”

“I was a child.”

“You screamed.”

“Once.”

“Hmmm, always.” He looked at you, eyes already glinting with mischief.

You kicked him under the table. He didn’t even flinch.

Grandma smothered a laugh and stood up to refill her tea. “He’ll take you out after breakfast. Just a few chores, nothing heavy. Help you get your feet under you again.”

You didn’t say anything right away, just stared down at the last bite of biscuit on your plate. You didn’t want to admit it, but maybe a part of you wanted it—something to do. Something to fix. Something real for once in your life.

You finally nodded. “Alright, fine. Show me the ropes.”

Gojo leaned back in his chair like he’d just won a prize. “You’re gonna love shovelin’ horse crap.”

By the time the plates were cleared and the sun was high enough to really start working the yard, you were already regretting every mistake you had made. 

Gojo led the way toward the barn with that lazy cowboy swagger that somehow managed to be both irritating and hypnotic, his ass shifting in those tight jeans…You were no better than a man. But couldn’t a girl have hobbies? You trudged behind him, the soles of your sneakers slipping slightly in the dewy grass, hoodie sleeves shoved up past your elbows, trying not to look like you were struggling to keep up. You were not dressed for the occasion, but you also refused to purchase a pair of cowboy boots. You weren’t a hick quite yet.

“You always walk this slow,” you grumbled, “or are you trying to make this take longer?”

He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “Gotta make sure you don’t wander off and get lost, princess.”

“May I remind you once again that I grew up here, too?”

“Well, you sure don’t look the part.”

The barn door creaked open, and suddenly you were in it—thrown headfirst into a full-on crash course of ranch life, courtesy of one smug Satoru Gojo.

First up: the chicken coop.

“You want me to go in there?” you asked, eyeing the flapping birds with much hesitation. The coop smelled like warm hay and bird shit and regret.

“Don’t worry,” he purred, handing you a shovel with way too much glee. “They only peck when you cry.”

You squawked louder than the hens when one fluttered too close to your head, ducking to the ground in fear. Gojo laughed so hard he had to lean on the fence to keep from tipping over.

Next was water trough duty.

“Tip it out,” he said, gesturing at the massive metal basin. “Then hose it down and refill it. Easy.”

“You say that like it doesn’t weigh a thousand pounds.”

“It’s about leverage,” he shrugged. “And core strength. You got either of those?”

Your glare said no, but your pride said I’ll figure it out. So you did. Sort of. You soaked your shoes and half your jeans in the process, and Gojo took a mental photograph of it for future blackmail.

Then came the hay bales.

“Lift with your legs, not your back,” he instructed, tossing one over his shoulder like it was a bag of marshmallows.

You grunted and dragged yours two feet before dramatically collapsing on top of it, completely out of breath. You occasionally went to the gym back home, but a machine was way different than barrels of straw that weighed more than you did. “I think…I’m dying…how are you not exhausted yet?”

“Good genes,” he said, wiping sweat from his neck with the hem of his shirt—drawing your unwilling gaze for just a second too long. “And years of suffering.”

“You should put that on a t-shirt.”

Somewhere between brushing down a few of the horses and learning how to check tack for damage, you actually started to find a rhythm. Your hands got dirty. Your hair stuck to your forehead, even when you pulled it back into a ponytail. And your lungs filled with the kind of air you didn’t get in the city—clean, warm, and just a little sweet from the wildflowers blooming near the fence line.

And Gojo?

He didn’t let up with the teasing, but there were moments. Quiet ones. Like when he corrected your grip on a halter with an unexpected gentleness. Or when he offered you his water bottle without saying anything, just a flick of his wrist and a nod. Or when he paused to watch you work—not in a judging way, but like he was...actually admiring you.

By the time noon rolled around, you were sweaty, sore, and more exhausted than you cared to admit.

You leaned against the barn wall, wiping your forehead with your sleeve. “So… do I pass the test?”

Gojo looked over at you, lips tugged into something soft. “Barely. But I’ll allow it.”

You scoffed. “Generous.”

“I try.” He nudged your shoulder with his own. “You didn’t faint. That’s somethin’.”

You bumped him right back. “Give me a week, and I’ll be out-working you.”

He barked a laugh. “Princess, I’d love to see you try.”

You accepted the bottle of water he passed over, feeling the hairs on your arms stick up when his calloused hand brushed against your fingers. You chugged until it was completely empty, tossing it down into the dirt. “It’s so fucking hot out. I think I’ll just die of a heat stroke or something.”

Gojo leaned one forearm on the barn wall beside you, all sun-warmed denim and sweat-slicked forearms, smirking like the heat didn’t touch him. “That so? Want me to hose you down?”

You laughed and teased back, “And here I thought you’d just dunk my head into the trough.”

“Ouch. You think I’m that cruel? I’m offended, really.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved off the wall, brushing your damp bangs from your forehead. “Seriously, though. I’m two minutes away from passing out with the chickens.”

He watched you for a beat, like he was deciding something. Then he pushed off the wall, a lazy grin still in place. “Alright. Time for your reward.”

You squinted at him. “That sounds suspicious.”

“Relax, you big baby. I was gonna take you out to the pond.”

You blinked, unamused. “A pond? With like…fish and algae and stuff? Pass.” Maybe it was that spoiled, pampered side of you, but you had some standards. You preferred clean pools where you could see the bottom, maybe even a nice hot tub or a hot spring.

“Yes, princess, a pond. By all means stay here, unless you don’t wanna keep shovelin’ horse shit.”

You didn’t hesitate this time. “Pond it is.”

Jasper took to you like no time had passed. His ears flicked toward your voice, and he nuzzled your palm when you slipped into the saddle, a little shaky but holding your own. Gojo gave you a once-over from atop his own horse, a cocky gleam in his eye.

“Still remember how to steer?”

“Still remember how to steer?” You childishly mocked his words back, struggling to get a proper footing on the bulky saddle. 

He let out a bark of laughter and clicked his tongue, kicking off into an easy trot. You followed, heart thudding—not from the horse or the pace, but the fact that somehow, riding beside Gojo like this felt…almost fun. 

The path curved past wildflower-covered fields, the scent of honeysuckle hanging thick in the air. Grass brushed your boots. Birds chattered overhead. And every now and then, you caught Gojo glancing your way when he thought you weren’t looking, his brilliant blue eyes meeting your own before flicking away towards the path.

You tried not to think about how good he looked on a horse. Or how nice it felt to be back in the saddle. Or how you kinda didn’t mind this whole “farm girl” thing when the weather was nice and the view looked like that.

The pond came into view, still and glassy under the mid-afternoon sun. It was nestled in a natural bowl of earth, shaded by a ring of old cypress and cottonwood trees that filtered the light into shimmering gold. The breeze was just enough to send little ripples across the surface, like the water was sighing in its sleep.

You slid off Jasper and let your shoes sink into the grass with a soft thud, toeing them off, then peeling your damp socks off with a grimace. Your legs ached, your hands were sore, and your clothes clung in all the wrong places—but for the first time all day, it felt kind of worth it.

Gojo stretched, arms lifted high over his head with a groan. His shirt rode up just enough to flash a narrow strip of golden skin above the waistband of his jeans—sun-warmed and sweat-slick, every inch of him infuriatingly effortless.

And then, with absolutely no warning, he peeled the shirt off entirely and tossed it into the grass like he hadn’t just caused a minor existential crisis.

You didn’t mean to look.

But you did.

And then immediately turned away, eyes on a random patch of wildflowers. “You are so annoying.”

“What?” he asked, already heading for the water. “I’m hot.”

“Emotionally or thermally?”

“Both,” he said without missing a beat, wading in until the surface licked at his hips.

You followed behind, hesitating at the edge before stepping in. The pond was colder than expected, a welcome shock against your sunburned skin. You kept your tank top and shorts on, letting the water lap at your calves, then your knees, until it hit your thighs and made you suck in a breath. Gojo was already out where it was deepest, pushing wet hair back with both hands, the sunlight catching in his lashes.

“So,” he called over, “on a scale of one to you crying in the chicken coop, how bad was your first day?”

You shot him a look. “Honestly? It kinda sucked.”

“Even with my charming company?”

“You were the worst part.”

He grinned. “And yet, here you are. Swimmin’ with me.”

Instead of answering, you dove forward, arms slicing through the water in one clean stroke. It was colder beneath the surface, silent and blue and still. You resurfaced with a gasp, hair clinging to your cheeks, water dripping from your chin.

Gojo was watching you again.

Not smirking. Not teasing.

Just… looking.

You blinked water from your lashes. “What?”

He shrugged, voice a little rough. “Just didn’t expect you to come back lookin’ like this.”

Your breath caught. “...Like what?”

But he didn’t answer. Just swam a little closer, eyes searching. The water moved between you, shifting and cool. A dragonfly skimmed across the surface behind him. His leg brushed yours under the water—light, maybe even accidental, but you felt it like a spark.

And then: “Bet you still scream when ladybugs land on you.”

The spell snapped in two.

You launched a wave of water right into his face, and he went under with a howl of laughter.

“You little—” he came up sputtering, hair plastered to his forehead. “Oh, it’s on now.”

You shrieked and kicked backward, but he was on you in seconds, grabbing you around the waist and dunking you under. You surfaced coughing, laughing so hard it hurt.

“Asshole!” you managed, shoving hair out of your face. You splashed him again for good measure, grinning like an idiot.

“You started it.” He floated back lazily, water beading off his chest and shoulders, hair silver and wild. “Can’t dish it out if you can’t take it, princess.”

You rolled your eyes and swam for the edge, dragging yourself out and collapsing onto the bank with a groan. The sun wrapped around you like a blanket, drying your skin in slow, lazy waves. Grass tickled your arms. Your lungs felt clearer than they had in weeks.

Gojo flopped beside you with a satisfied grunt. “You know,” he said, voice low and warm, “you didn’t do half bad today.”

You turned your head toward him, eyes half-lidded. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me since I got back.”

He grinned, one arm folded behind his head. “Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.”

You laughed softly and looked up at the sky. It was bluer than you remembered.

Then he asked, almost casually, “Why’d you come back?”

The question landed in your chest like a stone.

You turned your head, watching his profile. He wasn’t looking at you—just squinting up at the sun like it had answers he didn’t want to say out loud.

You exhaled slowly. “You know why. I didn’t really have a choice.”

“College thing?”

“Yeah.” You picked at the hem of your shirt. “It’s a long story.”

“I got time.”

You paused. “Let’s just say…I screwed some things up. And my mom and David thought it’d be better if I took a little space. Learn some responsibility or whatever.”

There was a pause. “…That’s rough.”

You nodded. “I’ll live. Honestly… this isn’t the worst punishment. Not like I thought it’d be. I mean, I miss the city, sure, but… I forgot what it’s like out here. Quiet. Serene. Real.”

You caught him watching you again. That look.

Like he was trying to line you up with a memory that didn’t quite fit anymore.

“You changed,” he murmured.

“So did you.”

The wind shifted, brushing your arm. A cicada buzzed somewhere nearby.

“You ever think about back then? About us as kids?”

You smiled faintly. “Not until recently. But… yeah. Sometimes…”

He nodded, quiet. “Me too.”

Your fingers grazed his as you reached down to brush a blade of grass from your stomach. He didn’t move.

Didn’t pull away.

Just kept looking at you like maybe—just maybe—he was starting to believe you really came back.

Authors Note: Hiii! I honestly didn't think that this would get any attention, but I'm so happy some of you are enjoying it so far! Sorry it's a bit long this chapter, if you prefer them shorter or longer, let me know in the notes below! I can also make a taglist if anyone is interested.

hi this is my take on nerdjo

Man I hope everyone reading this just has a good life. I hope we all just decide to try and be proud of ourselves and what we've accomplished instead of constantly looking for things we never did and finding excuses for the flaws in us because of it. I hope there's warm fresh bread for you in the morning if you want it. That's it

Eren is cock drunk

pairing - Eren x fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: smut

The air in the room hung thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, a primal musk that clung to every breath. The two you have been going at it rabbits. Eren couldn't get enough of you. The way your cunt shaped his cock. The way your pussy swallowed his cock. He loved it. His green eyes burned with a feral hunger, locked onto you like you were the only thing tethering him to sanity.

"Eren please!" you whimpered. You were gripping Eren's bed for dear life. Your legs were shaking and your body was warm.

" C'mon baby you can take it." Eren's fingers dipped in the fat of your thighs as he held a tight grip on your legs to keep you from escaping his trap. Eren loomed over you, his broad shoulders glistening with a sheen of perspiration, dark brown hair plastered messily across his forehead.

His cock was constantly hitting your g spot making you feel shivers down your spine. '"Fuuuck- feel so good baby." A thick, creamy white ribbon coiled tightly around the base of his throbbing cock, glistening under the dim light. Eren watched the faces you made as he thrusted harder. Your fingers had become instruments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Fuck," he growled, voice rough and low, scraping against the silence like gravel. "You're unreal, you know that?" His calloused hands gripped your neck with his other dangerously close to your soaked pussy. His cock was digging into your soft walls as he spread you wider.

His movements were raw, needy, like a man possessed. He shifted his hips, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance again, slick with your juices and his own cum from the last round. "Look at you-taking me so fucking good. This cunt's mine, yeah?"

The bed creaked beneath his weight as he leaned in, one hand sliding up to brace himself against the headboard, wood groaning under his grip. His other hand stayed on you, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping down to rub slow, deliberate circles over your swollen clit. He watched your reaction with a smirk, lips curling as he drank in every twitch, every shudder. "Can't get enough of this," he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb pressing harder, coaxing out a fresh gush of wetness that made his cock twitch in response. "So fucking wet for me-shit, you're perfect."

nobody understands the impact that this art has had on me yuuji’s confident borderline cocky expression and yuuta’s bambi eyes and untied tie you do not understand this is the origin of all my okkoita thoughts i want them both so bad there is nothing that would stop me from ***** **** **** ******* **** ***** **** ****** ***** ***** ****** ***** ****** *******

#RENT-A-DILF! t. fushiguro

ৎ୭ sum. sims 4? more like sims whore. out of procrastination and sheer boredom, you install this pretty new game titled ‘rent-a-dilf!’ the catch? he actually spawns in real life and wants more than just one day with you. girl…

wc. 8.1k (erm)

warnings. fem! reader, dilf! toji, loser girl reader, unprotected, size differences, size kinks, he’s reaaal nasty, brief toy usage, praise, dirty talk, fīngering, squīrting, face fúcking, me breaking the fourth wall, cunnīlingus, bjs, making him whine, implied marathons, breeding kink, impact play, petnames, toji being well … toji!

an. HUUGE thank u 2 kali @blkkizzat for beta'ing some !! <3 this came to me in a dream so… this is all over the place eheh.

“HEY, GIRL. WANNA GET DILFED? PLAY NOW!”

“huh..” you swipe a fat thumb down the dimly lit screen of your phone. ah, the things you do at the buttcrack of midnight. your eyes were glued to your device for about a good hour as you allowed curiosity to get the utter best of you.

RENT-A-DILF! ™ was a brand-spankin’ new romance simulation game. it was a cheap knockoff version of tinder and the sims combined but made up of purely dilf characters. it was easy, you’d list your desired preferences and the game would randomly choose the perfect matches for you. it’s a 50/50 chance that you’ll match with one of the higher-up characters—specifically, the newest one that recently got added to the roster of digital men. toji fushiguro, also known as his ridiculous alias of ‘GUTREARRANGER385.’

at first glance - he’s smokin’ hot.

the app allows you to spin toji around, swipe a thumb through his shaggy black bangs, and even dress him up. your eyes skimmed toward a few words near his bio that read, ‘thirty-three, single, verified dilf, full nelson / doggy enthusiast. . ,’ and an extra tag that read ‘oh, i’m also filthy rich.’

well…

toji was a top-rated character, and again, he was just added to the line-up about a few hours ago.

as you sink into the fat cushions of your pillows, you grip your phone.

it was almost eerie—it was as if the dark-haired character was looking straight at you. while you’re deep in thought, still taking in his displayed stats and filthy bio, your eyes trace back up toward his face. it reads that he’s about a staggering height of 6’2 and judging from his burly build alone, he was fuckin’ jacked.

such swole muscles . .

you couldn’t stop staring for a bit, and the black compression tank with loose-fitted shorts didn’t exactly help things either.

his stance was idle as he had an accessory of a priggish grin curling across both sides of his scarred lips.

his lips, you were so busy fawning over toji’s body that you didn’t even notice the scar that vertically ran down the right side of his mouth. it’s such a brief detail but it’s sexy.

you kind of wanted to know more about him. now that you thought about it, the game had dozens of ‘???’ symbols near the pink box where his lore was supposed to be. he’s new so you’d probably have to wait until you learn more about him.

with your eyes trailing back toward him, just so smug. you could tell from his demeanor despite him being just literal pixels on your glowy screen.

or so you thought..

“fuck it,” you sigh, lightly tapping the print of your thumb against the bright pink ‘marry me?’ button.

you did a lazy skim beforehand about the app’s so-called ‘pity system’ and how dim your chances were at actually snagging toji. like hell, you were gonna spend money on a game—you just had to hope that you were lucky.

it’s damn near close to one at night before you slouch back, sprawling your legs out in an attempt to get more comfortable.

staring at your screen and scratching your head, seconds . . minutes go by and nothing happens.

the game swallows up the last remnants of your free gems and you’re leering back at toji who you could’ve sworn just rolled his eyes at you.

what . . the . . fuuuck . .

okay, girl. sooo nothing happened. now what?

your brows start to contort together in frustration and now you are really bored.

all you wanted was to see what was the hype around this new popular dating-slash-romance-simulator game and now, you were disappointed.

then again, you’ve heard of how games like these were known to scam their players.

with an annoyed groan, you toss your phone near the edge of the bed before crawling over toward your burgundy-colored nightstand. there, you lightly pull on the wooden handle, opening your drawer.

your eyes land on your sparkly-colored rose toy. just about a few days ago, it came in the mail and you were oh-so ecstatic to try it out.

holding your thumb over the heart-shaped power button, you hear the loud ‘beeeep!’ indicating it’s turned on.

reclining back, you lift your nightgown before sighing deeply. hopefully, your cute ‘lil toy could help make you forget everything that just happened.

honestly, you didn’t really think the stupid game would work anyway. you’ll leave a one-star review later.

the entire game screamed a scam but hey, you only live once. it was worth a shot. actually, no it wasn’t.

but on the bright side,

you were starting to forget about the app the moment your pinched fingers slid your panties to the side. a soft moan leaves from your lips the moment the rubber edge of the vibrator smears against your bare clit. your back nearly arches forward, and as you’re gnawing on your bottom lip, you can feel your toes curling.

“f- fuck,” you swallow in an incoming breath, hearing the loud ‘bzzzz’-ing resounding through each of your paper-thin walls.

the stimulation had you forgetting about that shitty game within seconds. you lie back against your pillow, sweet harmonic whines purring out of your dry throat as you gradually succumb to your coarse thoughts.

then it hit you.

why don’t you just fantasize about . . him?

toji fushiguro.

dark-haired, smug grin, scarred sly lips, beefy build, and cold green eyes..

as you started to envision him in your clouded mind—you let off a soft whine. your thoughts were scrambled, but the first image that popped up in your brain was his arms. his muscles, the various veins that would pop through his biceps.

oh- you only imagined what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around your throat.

the thoughts alone make your thighs squeeze together, and the buzzing from the toy shrieks even louder once you turn it up a single notch.

‘powering off. . !’

wait,

what?

snatched straight out of your lewd fantasm, your fingers pause as they lie against the rubber toy. your eyes widen once the vibrating stops— and then in your room, it’s dead quiet again.

“you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” you whine, the realization that your toy dying mid-fantasy making your mood turn even more sour.

first, you lose in the game and you lose at playing with yourself too? damn, girl you’re a failure!

oh uh, sorry.

“heh, need help, sugar?”

you freeze the minute your ears perk up, hearing a smoky raspy voice. its low, with a bit of huskiness underneath it too. coldness sets against your thighs, creeping at the skin that hides underneath your pulled-up nightgown before you gulp.

was that…

“yeah, it’s me. y’er wished uh- ‘dilf.’ whatever i’m supposed to say,” toji adds in a raspy tone, crossing his beefy arms with a puffed-out chest. it was as if he was reading your mind. you probably had the dumbest expression plastered across your face because toji then smirked. “what? y’er toy that failed to make you cum made you speechless too? awwwh.”

smug bastard.

a wave of embarrassment crept against your skin as you closed your dangling, open jaw. oh fuck.

he saw that- he saw you, little ‘ole you playing with yourself. just seconds ago, you were fantasizing about if he really was here, and now actually he is.

in the flesh . . . literally.

“i… uh,” you stammer, struggling to form a proper sentence. toji stands tall, a few inches away from the edge of your bed. hooded, green eyes stare at you and he’s just loving it - the way your eyes rove down his body, openly checking him out.

he wore the same outfit you picked out for him in the game.

a compression tank top with some shorts. (you added a tiny pink bow on his head just to be funny) the more you ogled at him with cute, enlarged eyes—the more you realized just how big he was. ‘big’ was an understatement, the guy was huge. toji towered over you even while you were lying in bed. “wow,” you softly utter, your eyes coincidently landing on his bulge.

toji was packed- and it was as if his bulge was having a staring contest right back at you.

“i know, darlin.’ he’s big ain’t he?” toji snickers.

you finally meet toji’s eyes before scoffing. his personality traits weren’t kidding about him at all. he’s cocky. “i’m just- you’re real?”

“pretty much.”

“but… how?”

“touch me ‘n find out, darlin.’”

you deadpan, but it was tempting.

you don’t even realize that you’re already sitting up from your bed—slowly inching yourself toward him.

toji eyes you with the same impish simper, puffed chest, and hefty arms crossed. he’s so brawny, and the moment you softly feel on his left bicep with a hand, he snickers.

“mhm,” he mumbled under his breath, and you could feel his muscles tense at your touch. multiple veins pulsed down his exposed arms and oh- the entire thing was so sensual.

you still felt embarrassed but now you started to feel something else. toji noticed you started to stare at his hands and he raised a dark brow. “this not enough for you, yeah?” your eyes widened once he then bent down, a few inches away from your face. he’s actually real, and sure, you were probably staring at literal pixels but you didn’t care. “want me ‘ta touch you, pretty girl?”

“please,” you whine, and that single word comes out of your mouth so quickly. it flew past your lips within and split a second and you didn’t even register how fuckin’ whiny you sounded in front of him.

your body was burning hot, and you were blazing up underneath your nightgown. “i- i mean, yeah,” you try to play it cool, only embarrassing yourself even further. toji’s so close thought that you could fully smell him.

he smelled manly, a citrusy mixture of wood sage and leather. it’s strong, so strong that it makes you blink thrice.

“yeah what?” toji gruffs, and god he’s just getting closer ‘n closer. by now, he’s just a few spaces away from kissing you.

you’re hoping - praying that he couldn’t hear the dramatic thumps of your heart’s weak pulse.

it’s pounding loudly, competing with drums with each ba-dump! it creates in your chest. toji softly cups your chin, and raises a thin brow once you lean into his touch right away.

“ ‘m gonna need to hear that pretty mouth tell me what to do.” and his smoky voice softens just a bit.

leafy eyes intently stare at you before they shift toward your quivering glossed lips. you’re needy and oh, could he tell.

you lock eyes with toji before letting off a cute sigh. it’s more of a frustrated one—and he’s gingerly rubbing a thumb down your pouty bottom lip. “touch- i want you to touch me, toji.”

“aht ahttt. manners, darlin’,” toji eggs on, guiding his thumb near the corner of your lips. the edge was killing you, and the haughtiness in his voice only made you more irritated. “ ‘pretty please?’ c’mon, talk to me nice.”

toji’s simper turns pompous as he watches you attempt to shoot daggers at him. your knees squeeze together and you’re just so impatient that you just sucked it up, complying. “p.. pretty please, touch me toji.”

“good girl,” he murmurs, and his voice pitched a bit lower this time. it’s almost dangerous, and you gasp once his big hand snakes around your neck.

you’re still trying to wrap your head around how this is even real - but fuck, you were never one to complain.

toji takes a glance at your snapped-shut thighs and he chuckles. “aw, poor thing. that cute rose toy didn’t seem to be much help, huh?”

“……”

ouch.

he just had to remind you of that. but his hand around your neck felt good. he’s gentle, slowly making his way down your chest. toji then starts to make you lie down on your back.

with a flop! the comfy queen-sized bed springs out and you sigh.

“toooji,” and it’s almost like you’re whining again. you hated how slow he was taking, and you knew it was on purpose. the stare he’s giving your body makes you almost moan. your room was slightly dim, but you could still make out his towering wide silhouette. “m- more.”

toji gets on your bed, the mattress dipping from the sudden weight before he grumbles. “bet you fuckin’ do,” and you gasp once he stares between your legs. you moan, watching as toji starts to smell your thighs. he doesn’t just smell though, he’s slowly rubbing his nose and entire face up and down your skin. he’s feral already, and you could tell just from the grunt that leaves his lips shortly after. “ ‘m guessin’ you don’t want me to just touch you anymore, huh sugar?”

“no,” you breathlessly reply, nearly writhing from his touch once his shaggy bangs ghost against your skin.

toji could already smell between your legs. so peachy, and he even made out the faint candied aroma of your body wash that lingered on your skin. your back was already creating an arch at the temptation alone. once his barred hands sprawl your legs apart, he stares straight at your dripping cunt.

oh - you were perfect..

toji huffs, taking a second to smear a thumb down your slit that’s dribbling with so much slit.

leisurely, it cascades down your folds and you watch with glassy eyes once he brings his same thumb up to his lips, getting a taste. “mmm, ain’t that a treat,” and you moan, a hand of yours clawing on his head. toji snickers, feeling your weak grip trying to push him further between your thighs. “my, aren’t you impatient,” toji rasps with a guffaw. “but heh- fine, spread these legs f’ me. ‘s been a while since i’ve eaten good anyway.”

and the moment toji feasts himself between your pretty plush thighs — you were fuckin’ screwed..

he was a literal animal. the second his tongue delves itself inside of your cunt - he’s insane.

toji grunts, pursing his carmine-colored lips as your feeble hips start to rock against his mouth.

“o- ohhh my god,” you’d whimper, tugging at his raven strands. his head movement was just ferocious, swerving from the left to right.

his tongue’s stupidly long too, and toji dips it inside of your pussy before fishing it right back out. he reels it out of your puffed folds before diving right back in.

he’s sluuuurping you as if his life depended on it, savoring your sweetened taste as his lips stuck against your clit. “ngh- fuck, toji,” and your lips couldn’t help but curl into a cute oval.

his tongue..

he’s bullying it between your folds, profusely circling the pointed tip around your pretty ‘lil clit. briefly, it gets trapped within his teeth and toji gives it a little nibble.

a soft yelp! rips out of your throat at the tender munch of his canines playfully munching on your sweetest spots. toji found it cute how you were so squirmy, so much so that his callused rough hands had to hold your hips down. with a cute shimmy, you’re wriggling your twitching sex against his mouth.

already, you watch the glittery stream of your slick starting to drip drip drip down his chin.

toji’s green eyes glance up at you and he snickers, popping in a single digit. slooowly, you feel his thumb sinking inside of your cunt before disappearing into the void of your entrance. you’re moaning, maintaining your firm grip on his head before whimpering. “mm, yank on it harder why don’tcha.”

toji grumps—his head pulling forward roughly at your adorable strength. he’s buried not six inches deep but nose deep, and you shiver once the tip of his button nose starts to rub up ‘n down your sobbing pussy.

he’s addicted- not only that but the epitome of pussy drunk.

“tojiiiii!” you slur out his name, a gasp shortly following out of your lips. the dexterous shapes and curves of his tongue make you whine out his name again . . and again . . and a-fuckin’-gain.

as he’s easing another thick finger inside of your cunt, you’re starting to fantasize.

why didn’t men like him exist in real life?!

he’s messy, giving each area of your cunt a multitude of sloppy kisses. bubbles of saliva trickle past the corners of his lips as he’s stuffed right between your legs.

toji’s damn near animalistic- his buds continuing to whine out for more of your divine taste.

he doesn’t think he’s tasted anything this good since.

you’re full, exhaling a sharp breath once you feel him plug in yet another digit.

“biiiig stretch, baby. three’s the fuckin’ charm,” toji huskily groans, staring straight at your pussy.

it’s so pretty, he’d never get over the shine that coats the entirety of your loving entrance. if he’d squint, he’d mistaken your clit for a blossoming flower. a more lewd one at least anyway.

it’s sloppy with the way he’s got three fat fingers barreling inside of you at once. toji watches as your stomach dips and you’re gasping, tightly pulling at his scalp. “hehhh, atta girl. get these fingers wet if you want toji sir later.”

toji sir….?

just as you were about to eye roll, you let off a moan once you hear the ridiculously wet sloshes of your cunt. he’s pumping all fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue — multitasking.

with a ‘pop!’ he takes one out before sliding it back in, feeling you bare around each digit like a good girl. “oh- fuck, please don’t stop. pleaseplease,” and you grow even more hysterical as you’re just basically fucking against his face now.

as you’re jerking your hips against toji’s face, you feel a bit of stubble along with his slanted scar smearing against your cunt.

it tickled, but oh- you weren’t laughing.

your eyes were rolling at the enticing sways of his tongue every time. they reach deep- far deeper than the tips of his fingers if that was even possible. as toji’s still idly swirling his flat tongue inside of your gummy orifice, he hears you exhale a deep shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum!”

“awh,” toji slyly murmurs, and you coo out a surprised ‘oooh’ the moment he snatches out of his dewy-coated fingers.

they’re covered in translucent webs of your tangled slick when he gives your cunt a pat. “hear that, baby? said she’s gonna cum,” and he’s not even looking at you. verdant eyes gave your pussy his entire uninvited attention instead, and you feel him blowing his hot breath against your puffy slit. toji even presses his ear up to your wet folds before nodding. “mhm. ‘s exactly what i’m sayin.’”

“uh?? are you seriously talking to my pu—”

“quiet now, sugar. you’ll get y’er turn,” toji utters, making you moan with a spanking right against your fluttering clit. as you’re still laid back with your legs widely splayed out, you quietly bite back whimpers once his palm starts to maneuver a circle around your entrance.

a wet splash! ends up making you spurt out a few droplets of slick right onto the center of his hand. “nasty giiiirl,” he purrs, turning his palm around before licking it right up while staring dead at you.

your neck starts to feel a bit numb as it’s slightly raised just so you can keep staring at toji. he’s just toying with your pussy, casually flicking his tongue against your nub just to hear you whine.

“t- tojiiii.” you wail out, feeling your nerves practically scream at you.

you felt every bundle of axons in your body violently shake you to your very core. your thighs wrapped around toji’s broad neck, merely suffocating him—but he had to admit, going out like this wasn’t so bad..

“give it t’ me then,” he gruffly rasps against your pussy. his breath yet again fans against your folds, noticing that cute ‘lil pulse that would always occur whenever his lips were just a few inches apart.

toji even whistles against your slit, lolling out his tongue before lapping you up from top to bottom.

teasingly, he even goes down toward your neglected puckering hole to give it a loving lick. “all on my tongue, girl. hah- make a mess,” he continues, and you’re whimpering as he’s gruffly talking you through your incoming release.

all you’re seeing is nothing but white once it finally comes. bright, blinding splotches of white that blur your vision for a few seconds..

the moment you let go, you let off a sweet squalling orgasm that rings through your ears and toji’s.

more of a sobbing battle cry and it’s oh-so cute.

at least toji thought so, and he could feel the lessening hold of your fingers releasing from his ravened tresses.

toji’s slurping you clean, making sure his tongue doesn’t miss a drip of your syrupy mess. it coats down on his tongue perfectly, falling on his sizzling tastebuds and even pouring a stream down his chiseled chin.

“there we go girl, uh huhhh.” as he’s talking with his mouth full, you fall back against your bed.

you’re beat - stars clouding your vision and your current state was so cartoonish.

your legs felt like they stopped working, no batteries left in each limb and you’re still moaning whilst he’s lapping up the last few syrupy drops.

licking near the crevices of your inner thighs, toji hums. “heh. y’er cute. ‘s been a while since you’ve got eaten out, sugar?”

in a sluggish mumble, you stare at toji with metaphorical heart eyes. “i guess.”

“poor baby,” he clicks his tongue, sitting up. you’re panting heavily, watching as he gets up. toji’s broad body hovers over you and he runs a hand through his matted black strands. “y’know-” he pauses at the feeling of your hand reaching near his shorts. toji looks at you before snickering, raising a brow. “aw, don’t tell me you want a taste too. ‘s that what you want?”

“mhm,” you utter, and you don’t even realize you are drooling once you’re fondling your fingers with the hem of his briefs. they’re a viridescent green, matching his eye color. once you meet the strip of his boxers with bold black letters that read, ‘DADDY TOJI,’ you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

of course he’d wear briefs that had his name on them.

“don’t be shy, girl,” toji murmurs, placing a wide palm on your head.

you crawl forward as he’s now lying down on the bed with you on your knees. toji’s tank top was wrinkly, and it was pulled up just a tad bit for you to peep at his snatched waistline. it’s sharp, you’d guess that if you tried to touch his hips you’d be left with a paper cut. “ ‘m alllll yours t’night. and he watches as you waste no time, speedily pulling down his boxers.

you’re met that same huge bulge you saw when he was in the game—

it’s big, so big that it almost looked painful.

the way it poked out the fabric, hardening from the tent that was concealing it from being sprung out.

once you pull down his briefs, his cock eventually does spring out, and your eyes cutely widen. “f- fuck.”

“yeahh, toji sir’s gonna be inside you in a minute.”

“stop talking about your dick like it’s a person.”

“make me.”

he’s so annoying,

silence was your reply and toji snickers once he sees you deadpan. he liked getting on your nerves. he found it cute how you were trying to keep up your stubborn façade while wrapping a hand around his monstrous length at the same time.

but fuck.. he’s just so thick-

at first, toji could barely fit around your entire palm. his tip’s swollen, a ruddy crimson red with a pearly split tip.

it’s got veins running from not just one side but all, and you were frothing inside of the mouth just imagining that thing down your throat. you’re so close up to it, glancing at the tears of pre-cum that snivel from the meaty sides. you couldn’t help but give his rounded tip a few kitten kisses.

“m-mhm,” toji grunts, his core muscles underneath his tightly fitted shirt flexing.

seconds later, you softly swirl your tongue around his tip—getting a good enough taste before humming with a closed-eye smile. “go ‘head, get a taste.”

toji’s hand claws on the crown of your head once he ogles at the sight before him.

you - arched over, a hand slowly jerking up and down his hefty shaft. a vein on his dick prods against your finger the moment you cup your lips around his head. it’s massive, and it takes you a second to relax your jaw out.

“nnghm-” you blink twice, laying your wet tongue flat against his flushed crown. toji watches, and he’s oh-so smug. the hooking curve he had on his cock didn’t help either.

you could already start to feel the creases of your mouth numb as you tried to fit him inside. the bittersweet taste of his pre-cum lingers on your buds as your lashes suddenly close.

“niiiiiice ‘n slow, babygirl. you got it,” toji says in a smoky gruff.

the muscles in his burly thighs tense the more your mouth slams down on him. with his nostrils flaring up, toji lets off a loooong groan that puffs out of his chest. “fuuuckk-” he grunts, feeling your tongue circle its way around his sparkly tip.

it’s glimmering with excess dewdrops of cum and you couldn’t help but lap up every drop. toji then sits up on his knees, making you keep your current position.

his knees dig into the plush mattress as he stares at how you’re slowly taking him in your mouth.

with a hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, your lashes flutter once his bulbous cockhead kisses against your uvula. “ahn-” you gulp, a few strands of saliva pouring down the corners of your cracked lips. toji groans, feeling you already starting to lather his entire meaty length with spit as a substitute for lubricant.

it’s messy - and toji eyes you the entire time, his grip against the top of your head getting a bit stronger.

“good girl, mhm. no teeth, n- no fuckin’ teeth. wanna feel that pretty tongue ‘n that tight throat,” and you let off a muffled moan once his tip sloppily drubs against the back of your throat yet again.

you lie your tongue flat, making it wander everywhere—tasting the tasteless veins that were shaped akin to lightning strikes.

it’s all over his cock, and your eyes are closed as you try to savor every inch that eases its way down your right throat. “god- that’s it, that’s what this cute mouth is for, yeah? for dick, huh,” and some more drool seeps from your lips as toji holds up your chin, rubbing a thumb over your mouth. “p- put that mouth to good use, sugar.”

your plump lips wrap around toji’s cock as your head starts to bobble. wholly, you’re taking him in with the end of your conic-shaped tongue teasingly sliding down the midline of his shaft.

toji’s nostrils flare up as he starts to push you closer into his unsteady hips, sucking in a dramatic breath once he feels you starting to wetly fist his cock quicker with one hand.

again, it’s damn biiig, throbbing in the palm of your hand and you moan once you guide your other hand between your legs.

with quick reflexes though, toji reaches in and gives your wrist a slight swat.

“no touchin’, girl.” he grumbles, and you let off a pout as your puffed cheeks heat up. “don’t worry about her right now, she’s fine where she’s at, promise.”

if you didn’t have your mouth occupied you’d smack your lips to voice your frustration, but alas…

your head continues to bobble as you take various fat inches down your throat, occasionally taking a second to breathe for air.

toji’s abs flex as you continue, digging his thick stubby fingers down your scalp. “mmp-” you let off a muffled moan, feeling your thighs squeeze shut.

pathetically enough, you were still dripping and the conditioned air fanning against your exposed skin only made you ten times more sensitive. toji lets off a deep, heavy sigh once you start to fondle his balls.

they were all round ‘n swollen, and he nearly choked on his own words once feels your stringy saliva trickle down toward his heavy, neglected sack.

“nasty s- slut,” he huffs out, already starting to feel his cock tightening. your throat and its warmth were dangerous—and he can feel your jaw starting to slacken. “mmm, gettin’ handsy on me, yeah pretty girl?” and toji brings two fingers toward your face, plugging your nose.

it only lasts about two seconds and you moan, his dick sloppily popping out of your mouth and he hears you gasp. a lustrous stream of spit starts to dribble down your chin as you pant, cutely glaring at him.

“aw, such a messy baby. look at that wet jawww,” he smears a hand down your chin, watching you lean back in.

toji grunts, feeling you grip his base and he knew sooner rather than later, that he was getting close.

you’re opening your throat niiice and wide as if you were preparing to belt out a high note. he’s tapping back against the roof of your mouth and near your twitching uvula repeatedly, and that’s when toji starts to thrust his hips into your mouth.

“fuck, f- fuckk keep goin’,” his voice starts to pitch deeper with an even more husky rasp before he starts to pant. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum right down this messy throat. ‘s that what ya want, pretty?”

“mhm,” your head nods, and you could feel your cunt twitching between your legs at the erotic imagery.

the mental image of toji splattering ropes and ropes of hot cum on your achy pink tongue. it makes you nearly drool just imagining it, and you start to moan again.

toji groans, never getting over the lewd sliminess of your saliva mixing. sloppy strands continue to fall past the edges of your quivering lips as your glassy eyes glance up at him.

toji’s puffing and huffing feverish heavy breaths that make you throb even more. his chest sinks in and out as he’s preparing to shoot a nice load right on your tongue. “hah- fine then, open wide baby girl. better take it all.” toji groans, shivering once your lips tickle down the slope of his frenulum.

with a loud spurt! toji ends up releasing, slimy creamy strings gradually painting near the inside of your mouth.

it comes out slow but it’s so hot- you let off a soft mewl at the bitterly somewhat sweet taste soaking on your highly anticipated tastebuds.

“mmmh.” you let off a satisfied hum, flapping your lashes as he dumps such rivulets of cum down your throat. frosty ribbons ooze down your throat one drop at a time and toji grunts.

“hah- good . . good fuckin’ girl, c’mere.” toji grunts.

as you’re trying to catch your breath yourself, he softly pulls you up by the neck, bringing you into a sultry hot kiss. you moan once his scarred lips harshly crash against yours at full speed.

toji swipes his tongue across the edge of your mouth, barely batting an eye that he’s tasting remnants of his cum on your lips.

as both tongues mercilessly fight for dominance, toji leans you to lie back down on the bed. he’s warm, and you can feel him shiver once you drag a palm down his beefy chest.

you taste a bit of mint on his tongue as he parts your legs with one hand blindly, giving your bare pussy a playful squeeze with his entire wrist.

“mmmpf-” you whimper against his lips, and toji’s big hands slowly trail their way toward your untouched tits. he squeezes them also.

you feel a curve of a smile from toji stretch against your lips as he hears you whine. still delving his greedy tongue in and out of your mouth, occasionally tilting his head, toji brushes his thumbs against the fleecy fabric of your nightgown that sheaths your perked nipples.

before you know it though—you now found yourself bent over and arched.

your lips were all hot and swollen, ridden entirely and you already missed his lips on yours as you laid chest flat down with a cute pout. you could feel toji’s eyes running down your back, shortly hearing a titter come from him once he stops to look at you.

“goddamn, sugar,” toji lets off a whistle as he enjoys the view from the back. your face was met between your fluffed pillows as you chewed on your lip in utter anticipation.

your slicked orifices were just weeping out with your syrupy arousal, clenching from the cold air aerating against it. toji wanders his eyes down the cute shape of your ass with his shaft in hand.

his stare - you could feel it, including the incoming chill that ran down your spine.

with a loud echoing spank, toji swats a hand against your ass, groaning at the jiggly flesh. “so pretty ‘n plump. ‘m gonna take my time with you.”

you moan as your ass instinctively wriggles. toji’s rough wide hands softly caress down your hips before he starts to align himself.

here it goes…

you were mentally preparing yourself, biting on the edge of your cottony pillow. the instant you feel his dewy tip smudge its head against your folds, you let off a deep sigh. shortly afterward, a sweet ‘oooh!’ departs from your lips from the fat size alone. your stomach was already seizing, and the wait was steadily killing you. “fu- fuck,” you croak out, hearing toji’s husky breathing from behind you.

all eyes were on you, and your sweet drooling cunt that just doesn’t know when to stop leaking.

it’s a gorgeous sight in his eyes—

the way how your pulsing inside your clit started to accelerate more ‘n more once he brings his flushed cockhead towards your entrance. “ahh, such a pretty pussy. let’s get the good girl a bit more loose,” toji heaves, and your mouth drops the second his hips sharply pierce inward. gradually, he’s starting to ease his way in..

he’s slow and gentle—

mainly because just a bit of pressure and he’d snap you in half like a twig.

he was that big, and once you were starting to feel the splitting stretch of his cock, you were hysterical. “ohmygoddd.” you blurb out, your hips already pathetically stuttering.

the stretch was so delicious, it’s so good that your eyes were starting to roll back toward the back of your skull yet again. toji groans, feeling your cunt trying to hug against him tightly, greeting him with a cute gummy flutter.

once his thick tip bullies its way inside with its sheer size instead of words alone… it’s game over.

a single thrust was enough to snap you right into reality, and you moan right as his hips punctuate its first hit.

that single hit soon turns into a combo, and toji’s cock started to maintain a decent pace before striking your cunt at all angles. he stares at the fat of your ass that bounces back against his sharp pelvis and he grunts.

“hah- that’s it, girl. fuck back into me, yeah.” and another rude palm smacks against your ass cheek. you whimper, feeling your toes curl at his weight pressing right up against you.

toji lifts his shirt which was practically gluing against his skin due to his masses of sweat. leaning in all the way close, he hovers his weight over you—making his abs rock against you as he starts to grind on your body.

“lemme hear ya,” he hoarsely whispers, feeling your cunt twitch the moment he wraps a hand around the back of your throat.

toji’s strokes were mean-

the epitome of ruthless once he’s just straight-up jackhammering into your walls.

your legs didn’t take long to become wobbly as you were whining his name constantly, choking on your crude inaudible syllables.

“toji—”

“again, not you little girl,” and you moan once his tip thrashes deep into your cervix. it’s nearly reaching there, attempting to drown it with sloppy vigorous kisses.

a palm goes over your mouth, muffling your sweet repetitive moans before he smirks.

“her,” and you whine, feeling him creep a free hand down between your parted thighs. toji rubs circles against your stuffed full cunt, hearing your whimpers pitch louder.

his rhythm was the definition of crazy, and as he was pounding into you continuously, you were slobbering all over the bare center of his palm. toji spanks between your legs, hearing your muffled yelp before lowly chuckling against your ear. a loud splash was heard from your cunt and he starts to smear it back against your throbbing entrance.

“mhm, see baby. she’s tryna talk to me again. ‘m more interested to see what she’s got to say,” and your eyes were practically crossed-eyed now. as toji’s deep voice talks your ear off, he playfully nibbles on your lobe. “wet pussy first, then the whiny wet girl, yeah?”

“mmph-” you moan, bawling your sheets into the open palms of your hand. toji gawks as your body starts to gradually lift.

it’s cute- your ass raises and you’re trying to match his pace. toji’s hitting you well and he’s hitting you deep.

each tilt of his hips sends you whiplash and you’re hacking on your own spit. “mmng.” as your muffled sounds resounded through your walls, you feel his hand go against your ass again.

toji’s favorite part always was to just see your skin bounce back against his.

the jiggle—it was the icing on the cake. the swerves of his hips have you getting dick-drunk within seconds.

bulging widely, your eyes enlarge the exact moment you feel something go against the back of your head.

it’s his foot- thankfully he’s wearing socks.

“fuuuck, such a nasty fuckin’ grip,” toji growls, bringing both hands toward your hips again. he’s holding you firmly, with his foot raising toward the back of your neck. you let off an even prettier moan this time, mutely gasping from the angle.

with toji’s foot near the back of your head, he’s in an even deeper position. “take it. take this dick, t- take it.” as you’re moaning, toji pushes you further into the follow.

oh- you were getting close again.

very, very close. so close that you could taste it in your tongue, it’s salty flavor never subsided.

it was coming quickly, and this time it felt a bit different.

your cunt’s glossing the entirety of toji’s cock that buries itself inside of your clingy walls before he groans. taking the pillow out of your mouth, your words and sounds aren’t so muffled anymore. “t- toji! somethin’s about to—”

“i know… iiiii know,” he cuts you off, and his thrusts against you start to slow. slow but still insanely deep.

you feel a bit of a bulge nudge against the lower pit of your tummy and you exhale. he’s in wholly, stretching out your pretty pussy and rearranging your insides—ironically enough just like his alias name.

“let go for me,” and you moan once he releases his foot from behind you, cupping your chin with a bare hand. you’re a mess, drooling from the sides of your swollen pursed lips before whining. “trust me, sugar. let go.”

at his words—you end up ‘letting go’ which fet like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

you’ve had orgasms but this felt like an entirely new world. you’re gushing out, sprinkling out a small clear stream on his cock before gasping.

your legs were on their last few hinges before collapsing and your eyes widened larger. “toji, toji s- shiiiit,” you ramble with furrowed brows and a dangling dropped jaw.

you’ve never felt more wet, and your entire body blissfully relaxes once your release comes.

toji’s still inside you before he sneers. your body gets limp and he squeezes your plump lips together. “woahhh,” he gruffs, pressing his chin onto your right shoulder. you shiver once you feel the clammy mess stick and soak between your thighs. “did you just squirt on me?”

“s- sorry, sorry,” you moan, feeling your left leg twitch. you’re still spurting out and it’s like a crashing wave that just keeps coming.

toji rubs a thumb against your lips, his hips coming to a sudden pause.

“ah. don’t apologize, silly girl,” toji coos against your neck, planting a kiss near your skin. he feels your body slumping but toji raises a brow once you make him pull out, lightly pushing him back on the bed. “oh? what’s this, sweetheart?” he lands on his chest before snickering. “atta girl. not scared ‘ta look me in the eye.”

“s.. shut up, toji.”

“hmph. how rude.”

toji ends up fucking you stupid, fucking the brain cells—whatever brain cells you had left in your brain by dumbing you down with fat inches of his cock.

round after round after round . .

you’re an entire drooling, babbling mess and despite your legs nearly giving out, you only wanted more..

he did countless positions with you, making you moan out his name constantly until it’s the only word that can slip past your glossed lips. until it’s the only word that can formulate in your brain.

you’re dumbfounded at his stamina - his speed.

you lost track of time and you were sure it was probably waaay past one am by now.

you were currently on top of toji, riding him with the loud creaks of your bed groaning in agony from both active bodies.

your hips were so sensual, rockin’ back and forth while he had a hand attached to your waist the entire time. that sly grin that painted across his lips never left. “yeahhh, girl. use those hip—ack,” and toji pauses mid-sentence once your hand wraps around his throat. “heh- the fuck?”

“you talk too much, toji.” you puff, watching his smug grin widen even more. he’s not even fazed?

oh- he’s turned on.

toji’s sat man-spread with his hand still gripping your hip. his cock’s puncturing inside of your cunt deeply, massaging thoroughly through your walls like its life depended on it.

the view of you swerving your body on his lap turned him on a lot more than he thought it would. it was just something about the way you moved your hips, going in circles and fuck- it drove him mad.

“funny comin’ from a pretty girl with a pussy who doesn’t know when to-”

you shut him up right away by placing your lips on his. toji grunts, leaning into your touch. you felt his hardened scar rub against the side of your lip before your hips quickened.

you’re slow - lustfully torturing toji with your hips. his cock’s pumping in and out of your cunt, feeling you freely writhe around him.

you taste sweet, and he tilts his head back as both crowns of teeth clash at full force. the constant stretch of his hooked cock never fails to leave you speechless as you whisper out soft moans against his thin lips.

“mmph-” toji gruffs, the bed’s creaking turning into mere wails.

you’re bouncing on him now, still having a hand wrapped around his throat before flicking your tongue against his. toji smacks your ass, then he does it again, and again.

hearing your shrilling whines makes him squeeze the fat of your flesh, eagle-spreading his legs even wider like the slut he was.

his body’s just overly glossed with sweat, it shines down his buff physique before you slowly pull away from him. slimy tangled strands of saliva tear away from each lip as toji stares at you.

it’s a mere pout on his lips before he huffs, tilting his head back. “ ‘m gonnaaa fuckin’ cummm,” he blurts in a thick tone, dragging out his elongated words due to your pussy making it hard for him to think straight. “hah- y’er hips are evil, sugar. fuck, gonna milk me.”

as he sucks in a honed sharp breath, feeling the weight of your hips swerve uncontrollably in hypnotizing arcs, toji slips out a whine.

it’s subtle, and you had to really listen to hear his husky tone pitch but you heard it. you watch as the veins in his neck pop, and as you’re still choking him, it turns him on even more.

his cock throbs fiercely inside of you, smacking against each gummy spot that’s located in your sloppy, spongy walls. you had a grip that he just couldn’t get enough of. it was cute how your hand could barely fit all the way around his thick neck anyway, but nonetheless—

toji ends up shooting blanks abruptly, a gruff groan leaving past his lips once he feels himself preparing to shoot inside of you. with your panties still glued to the sides of your thighs, you let off another bundle of exaggerated moans, slowing your pace down.

“f- fuck,” you inhale, feeling toji dig his nails into your left ass cheek. he’s clenching down his tense jaw tightly, emerald eyes flickering back for a moment as his mouth remains slightly agape.

once his milky knot’s pooling its way deep into the barrier of your womb, you let off a shuddering whine. “toji, fill me up, mhm- don’t stop.”

“ugh-” he groans, feeling the weight of his sack start to gradually shrivel up inside of you. the sight of you straddling him was enough to make him cum alone.

toji’s entire body felt hot - scorching, but compared to the dryness of his throat was an entirely different story..

he’s got so much, wads ‘n clods of creamy, gooey seed that plugs its way into your cunt.

you finally sit still, listening to the loud sloshes of all pounds of flesh grinding together. toji’s chest heaves in and out as he’s still got a hand glued to your ass, feeling his cock excessively droooool out such creamy lumps of cum.

“s- sugar,” and his sleazy smile returns on his lips again. toji’s fucked dumb just as much as you were, and you could tell because of how droopy and half-open his eyes were. “heh, got some nerve m- milkin’ me like that. some hah- nerve.”

“you don’t seem so cocky now, toji.” you hum, bringing a chaste kiss against his lips. a stocky arm wraps around your waist before his eyes close, locking lips with you for the final time, hungrily swallowing his low grunts whilst the two of you exchange saliva.

“girl whatever,” he grumbled with sass, and he was still cumming. you let off a soft moan, feeling a brief pudge from just how much he dumped into your pussy. you were leaking from the sides of your thighs, streams of frothy white tearing from each lip. toji licks against your lips before hearing your phone interrupt the two of you with a loud, screeching ‘beeeep!’ with a snarl, he huffs. “the fuck is that?”

you turn toward the side of the bed, reaching for your phone. “my phone, hold on-” and as he’s still plugged into you fully, keeping your walls tight ‘n snug with not only his shaft but his enormous sticky load, you squint. “huh..” and it’s a notification from the app ‘RENT-A-DILF!’

“what’s it say? hah- better be important,” toji mumbles, letting off a soft groan from the feeling of your hips shifting against him.

“ooh. it says . . i matched with a new character,” you reply, taking a moment to scroll your thumb down the brightly pink screen.

it displayed a new character that must’ve been added to the roster a few minutes ago.

as your eyes skim at the coral-pink description box, it mentions in bold how he’s not exactly a dilf like the other male leads….. buuuut the catch was that he was dashingly handsome.

and to be honest, the more you stared at the character with a lit cigarette sticking out of his lips and was draped in a jet-black tuxedo.. yeah, he was pretty hot.

“hm. says his name is shiu kong,” and you look back at toji who’s got a look of literal disgust. “what? do you know him?”

“………………….”

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