swimmpantyz

[swimmpantyz]

NOT ME. (pt 2)

gojo satoru x reader

summary: Being Satoru's classmate was difficult. Being Satoru's friend... worse. You were no one replacement. He knew that, but you still filled a place he thought no one would ever fill.

content: hurt & comfort, slow burn, teenager gojo satoru, swearing, slice of life, mention of deaths, both of you are immature, & +

trope: friends to lovers

short chapter! - no proofread

<<previous part

"Are you still mad at him?" Shoko casually asked. You two were in the school garden. She was lazily leaning on a banch.

There was no need to ask who she was referring to... How did she know about your last fight from a few days ago? only gods know.

With work, the days you two could talk calmly were counted. Her schedule was tight as a bow-string.

You shrugged and she sighed, rolling her eyes at your nonchalance.

"I know you wanna tell me." She said, fingers pinching your ribs, making you squeal in silence.

"Maybe." You mumbled, looking away. "I don't know, this never happened to me before..." Shoko hummed at your words. Meaning: I don't know how to feel.

"Do you think he's crying on his room right now?" You rolled your eyes at her sarcastic comment. As if.

"You're making it sound as if we had a break up." She let out a small 'pff', hand covering her mouth as she chuckled. Your eyebrows slightly frowned almost by their own as you let out a 'ew'.

"What now? you want me to go on and check on him?" Even though you said it matching her sarcasm, her next dismissive words weren't light play anymore, and for some reason, it made your smile falt.

"Well, if you didn't, who would?" ...

You haven't visited Satoru's dormitory since last month.

Even though he probably knew you were standing outside, you knocked at his door either way.

It wasn't Shoko's words the ones that made you approach him... Of course not...

"Satoru... you in?" There wasn't any feeling of impatience, yet your feet softly kicked the floor on their own as you waited for an answer for a good amount of seconds.

"Nah." He finally answered, his voice sounding muffled by something as he loudly spoke.

"... Come on, big boy, open the door." You knocked the door again by the rythm of a song. He let out an annoyed whine from the other side.

"... What?" The door opened abruptly. He was right in front of you, standing with his head down. There wasn't any glasses resting on his nose, showing off his light blue eyes that locked with yours.

"Shoko left for work." You said with a more easy-going smile. He may have thought you were making fun of him as he let out a small 'tsk', crossing his arms and looking away.

"So you came because you need a replacement? I ain't doing all that." He hastly said, biting his inner cheek with raised eyebrows. "Not my fault you don't have any other friends." As if he was the one to talk...

He was getting deffensive, using something like that just to mock you.

"Don't be stupid. You could never fill the space she has in my heart-" Maybe teasing him right now wasn't the best choice as he closed the door shut in your face.

Satoru not being in the mood to tease? damn.

You let out an incredulous laugh. Stepping back and leaving the place.

If you stayed a few seconds longer, you could have seen him opening the door again, looking side to side frowning in confusion at your lack of chasing.

But his expression lasted shortly as you jumped on his opened window, landing on his bed on a sitting position. He could see your eyebrows softly clenching, matching your intense eyes and small smile.

"Come on, don't be a baby." He hizzed comically as he sat next to you.

"What's up with your mood swings?" His hands rested on his bed behind his back, his face dropping to a side as he looked at you.

"I'm bipolar." He hummed as if it was a fact he already knew.

"Oh really?" His shoulders shrugged as he sarcastically asked.

"Hey, I was just kidding... Probably..." The last word was nothing but a small mumble.

"I thought you'd never speak to me again." He said with less playfulness. "Your words, not mine." There was a cube's rubik on his bedside table. He stretched his arms, grabbing it.

You eyes flickered by the thought of how you erupted that day.

"Satoru." The seriousness in your voice made his hand stop on it's tracks.

"... Yeah?" ...

"People change." He let out a soft huf at your words, eyes closing as he started to solve the cube.

"Aha." He agreed. You were definitely not going to bring the topic of your fight again, or at least, not first.

Part of you felt slightly bad for not letting him explain himself after the last time.

His messages on your phone are still delivered.

You treated your friendship as if he wasn't enough of a friend to care if you started to ignore each other.

But time gave you the conclusion that, in fact, you appreciated his company. Just as much as you needed it.

Maybe time gave him the same conclusion.

"... I don't know what happened to me... You should be the last person I take it all out on." He finally spoke.

For someone who's definitely not used to talk about feelings like this, he was doing surprisingly well.

And actually, of course you were going to be the one getting all his shit since you were the only one to hang with him.

"I guess... I guess you were the only one I had to talk to... about this feeling that it's... I don't know. I thought that once I got it out of my system, I'd be the same as always, but I didn't even get a single bit lighter instead..." He messed with his hair as he dropped down to his bed, a conflicted expression on his face, his white eyebrows frowning deeply. "It just got worse." He then covered his eyes with a hand.

"Worse how?" The way he was laying there, venting, made you feel like a psychologist.

"Shit- don't you dare to laugh, okay?" With half confusion - half curiosity, you doubtfully nodded. "... I couldn't stop thinking about you." A deep silence came after that sentence.

"..." You just stared at him with a surprised poker face.

"... I changed my mind, just laugh it off." He turned around, his back facing you. You laid down next to him, supporting you head on your hand while staring at the back of his head.

"I'm not that cinical." He slowly turned around to the other side, facing you again. His eyes rolled at your more light humored comment before closing them and taking a deep breath.

"I think I feel a bit better now... It's almost like I took something out of my chest." You nodded at his words, looking away while inmersed in your own thoughts.

He didn't say sorry, he didn't say how he cared about your friendship... At least he did recognize he was a piece of shit. But that was all.

And you didn't say you missed him too, that he was also the only one next to you every day... At least you tried to make things better between you two. But was it really working?

You didn't even mention it, just dismissed it, even though it kept tingling in your head, hoping to forget about a seemingly silly thing.

"That's good." He nodded in silence, probably thinking too. Just as he was about to speak again, you interrupted him, changing the topic: "Do you want to go and get some ice cream?" He bit his lower lip for a second, and without giving more of a thought, he jumped off of his bed in one movement.

"My treat." He agreed, with a more easy smile on his face, going back as when he was just before the fight you had.

Yet, there were still things unresolved between you two... But school was almost near the end to care about it right now.

It was just as if you were still thinking about this friendship just as school friends and nothing deeper than that... Was he even a good friend to keep seeing each other even after you graduate?

But for Satoru, you were the only one left walking by his side.

if I ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, heheheh😋

tgl: @dekusdante @anobsessedwoman

[swimmpantyz]

I HATE w every single inch of my body the mc from whb

am I supposed to do as if that thing it's ME? am I supposed to project on THAT?

I have to smash my bigass head on the wall every single time that bitch opens it's mouth or just says "??????!!!!!!!!" "!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Kkkgghhhuu????" THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NO ME THAT'S NOT MEEEEEE

if u r going to give a reader insert a personality AT LEAST make it tolerable

that's why the MC sheep from obey me it's 🔛🔝

[swimmpantyz]

NOT ME. (pt 1)

gojo satoru x reader

summary: Being Satoru's classmate was difficult. Being Satoru's friend... worse. You were no one replacement. He knew that, but you still filled a place he thought no one would ever fill.

content: hurt & comfort, slow burn, teenager gojo satoru, swearing, slice of life, mention of deaths, both of you are immature, & +

trope: friends to lovers

tried to make my boy satoru the most cannon I could, but it's hard work fr

no proofread!!

next part>>

Transferring from Kyoto to Tokyo shouldn't have been a big change. It's just school after all.

Yet, the first period that started in april could be called the most weird spring that you have ever experienced.

With only three more classmates to be with: Shoko, who you spent your time the most with.

Geto, who didn't talk much... But it was cool to chill around with him.

And Gojo, he was... Special.

You clearly remember his crazy ass showing off his reversed technique like an eccentric scientist who just discovered electricity.

The rest of the school seemed gloomy due to some recent loss of classmates, better said, deaths.

But none of that mattered as long as you had Shoko to keep you company. She didn't seem that fazed, yet, with the time, you started to get how she dealt with things: a cold head and desensitization, with her words "It's a key on the medical world." - seeing so much deaths that you get used to it.

Fall came along with the second period of school... Which was not surprisingly worse than the previous one.

Just days before school, Geto, the quiet guy, deserted and became a traitor. And that devastated Satoru.

Shoko wasn't the type of girl that got into other people business, and you neither. But seeing that once cheerful and cocky guy turn into... Whatever that was, felt unsettling.

"Wanna train?" You offered with a small smile when you found him staring with his eyebrows clenched at literally nothing. Maybe the sky, maybe the clouds, or maybe just the place, you couldn't tell. It was rare to find him in school, even more than before Geto's betrayal.

You were almost a hundred percent sure he was going to reject you. You actually hoped he did... But he just shrugged and walked next to you to the gym.

It was easy to figure out that he felt lonely.

"You sure?" He asked with his well known smug tone, shifting his personality so fast that you actually wondered if he had multiple personalities.

You just let a short huf, positioning yourself in the middle of the 'ring', as you started to call it. "Don't go cry about it later." And the training felt just as if you were again at the beginning of april.

It was already afternoon, and the walk back to the dormitories felt pleasingly refreshing.

Your face showing a grin from ear to ear had Satoru glaring down at you... Surprisingly, he wasn't fully untouchable yet, a small almost unnoticeable cut on his lip was a proof and winning trophy at the same time.

He was again frowning, this time with a small pout on his face.

"What are you so proud of? I'm not the one with a limping leg." His voice was more lighted up and bubbly, his all mighty personality showing little by little.

"My leg is perfectly fine, see?" You jumped on your spot, a small sting still remained on your muscles. And he kicked the back of your leg, making you hiss.

"That was uncalled?" You said, eyebrows clenching a little while dodging the next kick.

"That doesn't sound like it's fine, though?" He mocked you, his pink lips stretching as he started to smile a bit again.

"At least be a good loser." You walked faster as you spoke with a little grin, but of course he was faster and got easily in front of you.

"I could never." He smugly said, but it sounded more like just tease, leaning forward with his chest puffing out like a bird would do.

"Well, good to know you're bad at something." You teased back, his smirk turning into a small smile more friendly than it used to be.

You missed Shoko's company as Satoru started to hang out more with you.

He was cool, yeah, but you couldn't talk about all the things you used to tell Shoko.

"Recently I've been seeing the numer Pi a lot." Satoru's whose head was leaning on his desk while looking outside, turned towards you.

His mesmerizing light blue eyes stared at you... Not even the Pacific Ocean with the sun on all its glory could shine as his eyes did.

"... I've been seeing the number six a lot, too." He said, and you chuckled at his words.

"Six for... Six eyes?" You joked even though it was dumb. He rolled his eyes, a short amused huff leaving his lips.

"That could be." He went again to his resting spot... And you missed Shoko's comfort silent moments, because this one with Satoru was nothing but awkward.

"Hey, listen, it's cool, isn't it?' You turned the volume of your phone higher, Shoko listening to the music playing with a concentrated expression.

"... It's trash." That was her final verdict, and you whined over it.

"What's trash?" Satoru's curious ass and white hair popped through the window out of nowhere. You haven't seen him recently. He had a lot of curses to take down. Basically, the higher-ups needed him distracted and focused on something else. Their intentions were clear as water.

You motioned him to get closer, handing your phone with the song playing. He listened to it with a thoughtful expression, long fingers holding his chin up as if he was extremely focused on it.

"It's fire." He finally said, moving his head along with the song. You nudged Shoko, triumphantly saying: 'See? seeee??'

"Whatever, if you take his judgement as valid... That's on you." She shrugged, lighting a cig inside the classroom and taking a drag, blowing it to your face with a smile, you half-chuckled half-coughed at her action.

"Yeah, sure... addict." You muttered the last word, making Satoru snicker even though he was still listening to the song.

"Who is it?" He asked, his voice louder, as if he wasn't the only one with the phone speaker on his ear.

"Soulja boy." He let out a loud 'huh?' playing deaf, but you knew damn well he did in fact hear you.

You took your phone back from his hands and almost shouted on his ear:

"Soulja boy!" He pushed you off fastly, caressing his now pink ear with an upset scowl.

"What was that for?!" He complained, looking at his fingers with big eyes. "You spit on me!" His hands cleaned on his pants.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour.

"It's just a little bit of saliva." You shrugged it off and he let out a low 'eww', tuggling your shit and using it as a towel. Dragging you closer when you tried to push him off.

"Quit squirming, this is your fault." He used a deeper tone, trying to sound devilish, but it just made you laugh while your poor shirt was getting wrinkled between the struggle. Satoru couldn't hold it and laughed too, a little bit too hysterically for your taste.

It was near the end of the second term when Satoru's birthday came, as the winter.

You and Shoko decided to give him a present, he was enduring his birthday without his best friend after all.

You showed up in 'surprise', but he was waiting on the front of his house, as if he alredy expected you two.

It was your first time there, and apparently Shoko's first time too.

"Happy birthday!" You and Shoko spoke in unison, handing him some silly gifts a couple of teenage girls could afford.

Satoru smiled and accepted them.

"Cards, hm?" He asked, looking at your gift, tracing the design of the little box with his fingers. It was a deep black small box with light blue decorations. But the cards inside were of a shiny white with navy blue numbers and symbols.

"Wanna play?" You offered, looking at him and then at Shoko, but she sighed a bit, shaking her head.

"I wish, but I still have some work to do, have fun though, see you all on monday." She waved off, patting Satoru and you on your shoulders.

"She's fast when it comes to leave." You chuckled, looking up at him again. "So?" He opened his door wider in response, moving a bit aside to let you in.

The place felt even more huge inside. He was too rich to bare and to not be jealous.

"Close your mouth, you're drooling on my floor." He teased you, but you didn't mind, and you didn't answer back, just looking around his place. "Seriously, what's up with you?" He kept teasing, getting slightly annoyed by your lack of response, nudging you and failing again. "Remember?... I'm the birthday boy!" You snapped your head and smiled, making him blink in awe.

"Happy birthday!" He huffed amused.

"Thanks." ...

But poker with only two players was pretty boring. But it was the only game Satoru knew.

"You're not that good at being perfect, huh?" You teased as he kept mixing the cards, looking at you with his white eyebrows raising.

"What do you mean?" You shrugged, playing with your glass.

"You know just only one card game? really?" He throw a card to your hair, getting stuck in your strands.

"And?" He stubbornly asked, taking his time with the cards. "It's boring to be good at everything." You sarcastically snorted at that.

"Suree." Rolling his eyes, he gave you the deck.

"Teach me then." He crossed his arms, leaning back on literal air.

"Alright." You put the cards upside down on the table. "Let's play Blackjack... You only have to reach twenty-one, the person who's most close without getting over - wins." You started explaining. "The ace is worth eleven. The king, queen, and jack, ten." You took one of the cards. It was a queen. "You can stop whenever you want. If you go over the amount, you lose." He nodded at your explanation.

"It's too easy to be fun." He said, tilting his face, arms still crossed while he looked down at you with squinting eyes.

"Just play, smartass." He didn't move, a little smirk increasing. You squeezed his nose playfully, copying his smile, making him grimace just a little. "If you wanna play solitaire all by yourself, it's on you... But that sounds pretty depressing for a birthday, doesn't it?" You mockingly pouted, and he huffed, biting his lower lips as he repressed a smile, leaning and grabbing a card to play.

You stopped with two cards, then Satoru did the same.

"An ace and a king." He showed his twenty one, and you groaned, earning a bigger smirk from him.

"You mixed the cards wrong." You complained, making him chuckle at your words.

"... At least be a good loser."

The last period of school. The days were less cool, making it feel like the spring came earlier.

Shoko was barely present. Apparently, being a Jujutsu nurse had its things, for example: working your ass 24/7 like your life depended on it. They called it practice, and she called it illegal unpaid work.

The only good thing to add to the list was that the higher ups 'trusted' Satoru enough to not overwork him with a stupidly high amount of curses to get rid of... Months of using him like some sort of war weapon just to finally say: 'Ah yeah, this boy ain't betraying our ass too.'

But that was actually good. You weren't the only student in class now.

"I swear I own you a big one, Satoru." You told him sincerely, while both of you were training in the camp.

"Pff, why?" He asked humored, his voice showing his curiosity.

"Thanks to you I'm not dying of boredom." Sighing in relief you kept training... Well, if playing basket counted as training in sorcerer terms.

"You're welcome." He clicked his tongue as he dunked the ball with a grin on his face.

"Don't you sometimes wish to go to a normal school? to be a normal boy?" You asked out of nowhere, making him stop on his tracks and look at you as if you said the craziest thing in the world.

"Are you crazy? why would I want to be a weak-ass nobody?" You rolled your eyes at his words.

"Well, what if we were on a world where curses and sorcerers didn't exist?" He shrugged, getting again on the little game you two have been on from about an hour.

"You're not planing on changing schools again at this time, are you? our graduation is around the corner." He asked with narrowed judgement eyes. The corner of his lips going down as if he disliked the idea. You just shook your face as an answer. "... Then you're asking dumb questions, there's no meaning on asking something that will never happen." He stubbornly said. Sighing at his behaviour, you said:

"Fine brat, have it your way." With his chin raised and looking down at you from over his shoulder, he said:

"Like always." Maybe your last days of school are going to be actual hell.

"Mann... I hate sassy men." You muttered enough for him to listen, earning a basketball ball hitting lightly the back of your head.

There was one day when Satoru came to school with the shittiest mood you ever saw on him.

Like the mood swings he used to have when Geto left... You wondered if that was what troubled him, if he saw Suguru again.

You couldn't ask him though, how could you? knowing him, he will just brush it off, or even laugh it off if he has enough strength.

If you actually thought he was getting more fun to be around, the next days ruined all progress he ever had.

"Just do it Gojo, I don't wanna be in school too." You complained. After getting his back in some dumb battering with Yaga for the forth time this week, you two got 'grounded', as if you weren't already adults, staying in the classroom until you finished your homework.

"I don't want to." He nonchalantly said, his face was glued to his desk, looking at his phone with bored eyes.

" 'I din't wint ti.' " You mocked him. "Did I ask if you wanted to? I told you to do it." He left his phone down as he raised his head to glare at you.

"And who the hell do you think you are to go all bossy on me?" You glared back at him, getting up of your sit.

"Oh, I don't know... who am I but the bitch who deals with your shitty attitude every single day? I can bet all my inheritance that I'm the only one who's got your back even though you've been nothing but a dickhead with everyone." He got up from his chair too, you have never ever saw that upset face he was making. Eyebrows furrowing deeply and jaw clenching.

"Did I ever ask you to do that, smartass? it's fucking on you." You approached him, chests pressing against each other as you stared up at him.

"Fucking say that again." He leaned towards you, his hot breath brushing your face, he had that annoying smile on his face, the one you disliked so much.

"Are you deaf?" He asked mockingly, bitter voice that it was more of a whisper, but he was so close that you heard him loud and clear. "It's. Fucking On. You. I never asked you to be by my side, I don't need anyone, and that includes you." His words hurt, his attitude hurt, even his expression towards you hurt. But that feeling was little compared to your anger towards him.

"You're on your own now, don't ever talk to me ever again." Your hands pushed his chest to leave the classroom in storm with long fast steps.

Gojo stood there in the middle of the classroom, staring at the door you just passed through.

"... I've always been on my own." He whispered, the words that he couldn't tell you due to your soon leaving. But they weren't entirely true, and he knew it.

It's been a month, and Gojo took your words literally and even further.

He didn't show up in school since your short-tempered discussion... Of course, nothing will come out well if you put two explosive teenagers full of hormones and stubborness in the same room.

You practically begged Shoko to come back again. You felt like a crazy ex stalking and sending her messages like a creep.

But you were the only one in your class... And who else was there to talk to in school? Nanami? just the thought of it was hilarious. If he ghosted you on facebook, what could you expect in real life? he didn't like people to get on his nerves, and you had a talent on doing so.

"No, I'm not going. Stop calling me." Shoko sounded tired and annoyed. In just months, her voice changed a lot. It was more raspy than it used to be. Certainly due to smoking.

"Pleasee, I need you... I miss you. I'm gonna die here alone and it will be your fault." You whined exaggeratedly.

"Stop saying dumb shit, go and study. Or I don't know... find a job." She hanged up and you threw your head on your desk, smacking your forehead, letting out a little 'ow.'

And as if your day wasn't bad enough, Gojo apparently decided that it was finally the day to get back to school, stepping inside the classroom out of nowhere.

He was leaning on the door frame, overhearing your call, staring at you with a thoughtful expression with his eyebrows clenched. White teeth biting his lower lip.

After looking him up and down, you turned around, ignoring his presence.

He let out a long sigh, getting inside the classroom and sitting on his usual desk, ignoring you too.

Why was he there? You doubted it was because of his clan or the higher ups. Maybe Yaga's doing? it made more sense. That man was really nosy when he wanted.

You felt his eyes from time to time, side eyeing you, and it burned the back of your head. Your hand itched to grab a chair and throw it to his face.

"The fuck are you looking at?" You aggressively asked, looking back at him and connecting eyes.

He didn't answer and just kept staring at you.

"Cat got your tongue? pussy." You turned around again, looking at your phone.

He shifted on his seat.

"You have memory problems or what? can't recall your own words?" He hastily said, your eyes twitched by his words.

"Who's got your tongue now?" Your blood boiled at his condescending tone.

"Eat shit you Gollum looking ass bitch." You finally snapped, getting up and confronting him, he did the same, just like last time.

"The fuck did you just call me? then who are you? fucking Dopey - short and stupid." You gasped at his words, when you truly wanted to laugh, it was funny.

"Yeah, keep shitting our friendship genius, that's the only thing you're good at." He scoffed at your words, arms crossed on his chest.

"I'm literally Gojo Satoru, you dumbass, did you also forgot who are you talking to?" You frowned up at him, his shit eating grin only encouraging you to keep going.

"I give a fuck about who the hell you are, it doesn't change the fact that you're dickhead." You raised your voice, he scowled as leaned more towards you.

"Stop screaming on my face, you're spitting!" He yelled back, a few drops of his spit going to your face, making you frown deeper.

"Yeah, well, you should have thought about it before screwing me over!" You got even closer to him, noses almost touching. He leaned in, too, challenging. "You love fucking everything up, huh? you're right, you're good at everything, especially at that. I could say that lately you even mastered it, Gojo." His eyes squinted, long white eyelashes fluttering, and if you didn't know him well, you couldn't say he was hurt. But you knew him. "At least kiss me, could you? I like to get kissed when I get fucked." You practically spate all the best insults you had... Did this count as outsmart him? he literally couldn't say anything, just staring down deeply at you, with his lips slightly parted, eyes that you couldn't describe what was the primary feeling.

He opened and closed his mouth, but even if he was about to say anything, a sudden cough interrupted both of you.

"... Do I really have to remind to both of you that this is an institution?" Yaga's sternly voice sounded loud and clear. It took you and Gojo long seconds to finally sit down when he pointed the chairs. And it took Yaga past an hour of a lecture about your not-so-little verbal discussion.

This time, being grounded was on you.

...

[swimmpantyz]

idk about y'all, but I couldn't give less of a shit about leamas and nina's story in whb, it's was painful to spend all my hearts in battles just to keep reading that bs tbh

[swimmpantyz]

: ̗̀RIDING...

... and not a bike.

bf!sano shinichiro x fem!reader

summary: your visit to your boyfriend's shop for his bday ended up in a making-babies-session.

tw: breeding kink, porn w/o plot, unprotected sex, crempie

words: +600

that's it, that's all

The door of the shop was locked. A "Closed" sign hanging on the window.

You were on the restroom, sitting on Shinichiro's lap.

"Yeah... just like that baby." Your hand clenched his white shirt while jumping on him. Eyes shut with an open mouth, not holding any sound, you knew how much he loved to hear how well he fucked you.

His hands were on your hips, squeezing you. His pelvis was moving along, pushing his cock even deeper inside you. He was hitting just the right spot.

"Oh, it's so good." You practicly coed. He grunted at your words, holding you closer to his body. Your hands caressed his chest. He looked up at you with glossy eyes.

"So, so good." You whined and he almost whimpered right there.

You leaned a bit, kissing him softly, muttering between the wet yet soft kiss.

"I love it, I love you." He trembled under you, messy black hair and red cheeks, staring in a blissful state.

"Why so sweet today, hm?... not that I'm complaining." He whispered, his hands brushing the hair off of your face, sloppy smile showing his surprisingly white teeth. Surprising cuz he smoke almost half a box of fags per day. "Ya came all dolled up and pretty..." He muttered, holding you thight, making you stay in place.

He started to fuck you slowly, cock touching your insides with delicacy.

"Is my boy's birthday today, isn't it?" You teased sweetly. He let out a shaky chuckle.

"it is? Mh-fuck, I totally forgot about it." He said, quickening up the pace. "You just got me all day thinking about ya." You laughed softly, with an high pitched and breathy voice.

"Is it my fault?" He nodded eagerly.

"Love it though... " His dark eyes kept staring up at you, focusing on the cute faces you were making. "Shit- You're so unbelievably pretty, doll, ya'know that, right?" You let out a few unintelligible words, nodding repeatedly.

Shinichiro chuckled a bit.

"Is too much already? my girl can't handle more?" He tried to tease you, his words almost making you laugh since he was in such a pussy-drunk state, grunting and moving his hips like some sort of animal.

But you couldn't. Not when he was fucking you so well.

"I- Ah!- ... I can-" Mouth open in a little o, his name slipping out of your mouth like some broken audio cassette. Your walls clenching had Shinichiro squeezing your waist to use you like a fleshlight, moving you up and down fastly, balls bumping into your ass, tip hitting your cervix easily. It was a mess between your wetness and his pre-cum. The loud sticky sounds and the always present clapping filling the room.

It was probably the best sex you two had in months. It got you fastly to the egde, your sweaty body colliding with his.

"Mh- fuck... fuck baby you're squeezing me so much... G-God-- 'm gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, mh? ya want that? want me to fill ya up?" He grunted while you nodded repeatedly, arching your back when his pace quickened, hard thrusts making you whine all over and over. His hand pressed the bulge of his cock on your stomach, staring at it with a dumb smile.

"Come on, take it all and make me a daddy... Shit, I need to put a baby right here." His throaty and rushed voice got muffled with your lips against his, his tongue moving in circles inside your mouth. When his thumb started to play with your clit you couldn't edge it anymore as you came undone on his cock. And Shinichiro couldn't either, not when you were whimpering his name and squeezing for dead's god his cock.

It felt like a second orgasm when his cum filled you up to the brim, sloppy thrusts as he emptied himself in your deepest spot.

Your hands went to his hair, caressing and pulling softly. He mumbled some unnentengible words, you just could understand some 'I love you's.'

"Happy birthday Shin." You whispered, kissing his cheek lovingly. And he gave you the sweetest smile, still dizzy and deep inside you.

"Ya're the best birthday present ever baby." His hands held you closer, hugging for a few minutes before getting decent to open the shop again...

Of course you kept the little party going on Shinichiro's house.

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