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âHii girlfriend, drawing me again?â
A little Sasharcy to start the weekend ^^
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#amphibia#sasharcy#sasha waybright#marcy wu#marcyâs journal#fanart#draw me like one of your girlfriends
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crackship got too far
#LOL i just had to draw this#sorry chenille your twin likes em dangerous#which is Kind of canon. to me#in one of the episodes of the animated series satin befriends a daring extreme sports fanatic. and chenille wasn't happy about that lol#to me they are girlfriends tbh. what was her name. ripley. ripley and satin. yes â€ïž#quacks
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Awww, Brennan and Debby got married! <3
Debby, no! You're at your own wedding!!!! I know you have the polyamorous trait, but c'mon, can't you wait even a single day?
You can pry Barghest out of my cold, dead hands. But, hey, if you want a Yttakin husband, I am more than willing to send Wookshys to you! I'll even throw in a crappy persona zeushammer to sweeten the deal. Please take him before I resort to drastic measures
Speaking of Wookshys, dealing with him annoys Kaz enough that he needs to go smooch his girlfriend to calm down.
Baz is cold-blooded and has the thermophile trait, and Zonovo is a demon-coded xenotype that can sort of spit fire (it's more like acid but whatever)...
Do you think Zonovo's skin is really warm? I bet Baz treats Zonovo like one of those special heat rocks you might put in a lizard's terrarium. A match made in heaven!
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#rimworld#gracie plays#art#my art#traditional art#rimworld art#unpolished art#so much romantic drama going on#we even have an affair subplot now!!#can't believe Debby would do that at her own wedding smh#Rimworld is the only game I know where talking about organ harvesting gets you a second girlfriend#I like drawing the cute romantic interactions of this bunch#if I get my way one day I'll get to draw a cute interaction where someone gets Wookshys away from my colony#I have no idea why I dislike him so much#It might be the sub-cult thing but that's been kind of fun#He just annoys me. Stupid Wookshys.#anyway enjoy your day!#The Animist Alliance
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something something doomed toxic yaoi
#sketchbook#⚟ so i will wait for the next time that you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door#⚟ björn magnusson#⚟ moritz hauser#â starting off this blog right with two of my favorite blorbos EVER#â for contect: björn is the one on the left/moritz is the one on the right!#â moritz also isnât my oc⊠heâs my girlfriends#â i heart lazily coloring in sketches i heart scibbling. i love when art is easy!#â though i will admit- i suck at side profiles!! avoid them like the plague!! but i wanted to draw noses#digital art#artists of tumblr
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RAAAGH SECRETARY YURI!!!!!!
THEY SHOULD KISS AND HOLD HANDS AND IGNORE THEIR BOSSES' EMAILS !!!!!!!!!!
#snap chats#//slams fists on the table shaking crying screaming// FUCK#ive already crafted a nine-part saga in my head on how they meet and get together and#AS would make the first move i just know it. yk that tweet where the girls are texting#and one of thems like 'ik youre not good with social cues so let me tell you outright' yeah thats them. to me.#i saw that fire and passion when she was tellin aoki murder's ok.... in a roundabout sense of course... i see the potential...#anyway aoki should die inside about how his secretary can get a girlfriend but he couldnt but he also cant do anything about it#on that note. its funny that when i draw katase i think of mine I THINK I MADE THIS POINT ALREADY BUT IM MAKING IT AGAIN#like they both have A Pronounced Hair Part that goes to the right.. they both have NICE lips.. they both got that sort-of square/round hea#AND they got pinstripe suits. AND brown hair cause i forgot that fact somehow. i dont think katase's deranged tho <3#on the real had it not been for the heterobait they could just look like a pair of siblings and thats hilarious#in my heart mine and katase are Vaguely Friends But Not FRIEND Friends But They'll Say Hi To Each Other Every Morning#anyway let me STOPPP before i reach Category Seven Levels of delusional
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MATCH MY FREAK â
JUJUTSU KAISEN
âčâË. featuring gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, & kamo choso tryinâ to keep up with their freak of a girlfriend.
warnings. 18+ content â mdni, fem! reader, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, oral, passing out, spitting, some degradation, squirting, public sex, light slapping, choking. | 3.4k words of FILTH
xoxo, juno. needed characterization practice loll. comment & rb if you enjoyed <33
GOJO SATORU # matches you
âaw, youâre so cute when youâre slutting yourself out for my fucking cock, baby,â satoru coos, lips trailing over your pebbled nipples while his tip teases your messy cunt. it was a mistake, deciding to play a stupid game of chicken with himâthe gist of the game was to tease one another, and see whoâd give up first.
youâd overestimated yourself just a little; you both ended up fully naked, with satoru on top of you and unwilling to let you go so you could make a fair move. but of course, you didnât want to give up, and neither did heâit doesnât even matter, not when heâs winning the game like this.
you bite down on your lower lip, weakly closing your thighs in an attempt to push him back to even out the playing field. âoh, is this the first sign of defeat, baby?â
âabsolutely not,â you hiss, brows knitting when he tosses your thighs apart and nudges his tip inside you. âyou cheated, i canât even make a fair move.â
âallâs fair in a game of chicken and sex. donât complain, âs not my fault you overestimated yourself.â satoruâs snicker has your heels digging into his lower back as you force him to push his cock inside you; his expression melts into one of pure euphoria as he sinks in, inch by inch.
âhowâs that, satoru?â you purr, satisfied. he glares at you, azure eyes hooded and heavy with lust; without even slipping out of you, he flips you over onto your stomach and presses your head into the sheets. beneath the two of you, the bed groans, creaking growing loud as he moves his hips, slamming into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.
âgot some nerve . . thinking you could show me how to fuck, tsk,â he shakes his head, punctuating his words with harsh thrusts.
âfuck!â you sob, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his waist to pause him for a moment. youâre still thinking about the game, but satoruâs aching for more after having been teased for so long.
âgive up and just focus on cumming for me, babygirl,â he grunts into your ear, savoring the gasps you canât seem to stop letting out. his balls slap into your clit, and the room fills with the filthy sound of fuckingâskin against skin, groaning, and begging.
you canât even form one thought about being competitive when satoruâs fucking every single thing out of your head. âr-right there, toru,â you wail, arching upwards and pressing your ass against him.
satoru gifts it with a smack that rings through the room, then lifts your lips up and doesnât even give you a second to adjust to the new angle that has you taking his cock both deeper and faster. just when you think you canât take any more, satoru slips a hand beneath your body and plants his palm firmly against your lower stomach.
âeh, whatâre you doing?â wordlessly, satoru draws his hips back until only his tip is left inside you, then presses down with his hand before canting his hips forward. itâs too muchâyou all but scream as he mercilessly plunges into you again and again.
your body is slick with sweat and only growing hotter by the moment; the sound of his rough panting coupled with the occasional whine he lets out only has you burying your face deeper into the sheets.
satoru clicks his tongue, voice shaking ever so slightly. âarch it for me, babyâfuckkk, thatâs perfect.â
heâs delirious with pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head while his face only flushes a darker pink from the heat of it all. that was the thing about him â he could always dish it out, and take it, but not for long.
âi-iâm gonna cum,â and his voice splinters into a whine at the end of his sentence, spurring you on to fuck him back. youâre tossing your hips back onto him, bouncing your ass so deliciously he wants to take a bite. âshit, iâm gonna cum.â
âgive it to me, satoru,â you manage, turning back at the right moment. icy blue eyes connect with yours and he uselessly blinks away the tears that are gathered on his waterline, only for a few to spill over and run down his cheeks. âcum inside me, make it yours, toru.â
with a groan of your name, satoruâs abs clench as he spills inside you, cock twitching against your cervix. he presses down harder on your lower stomach, drawing out your own orgasm.
âjust like that, toruââ you interrupt yourself with a moan as your pussy gushes all over, spraying onto his pelvis and cock.
âthatâs my girl,â satoru groans, lightly smacking your clit and chuckling at the way your entire body trembles in response. âby the way, the game was a tie.â
GETO SUGURU # matches you
âopen. good girl,â suguru spits onto your awaiting tongue, violet eyes observing expectantly as you swallow. his spit tastes like the grape lollipop heâd been sliding between his lips on your walk around the city together. now, in the backseat of his car, heâs got you caged beneath him, gripping your jaw with one large hand.
âyouâre so cute, really,â suguru says with a snort, lightly smacking at your cheek. âyour idea of a date is going around and flirting as much as possible. hm, âs like you were trying to piss me off, end up like this in the car. you know how busy this place is, donât you?â
âi donât care,â you pout, tugging the hem of your shirt upwards to reveal your stomach; he doesnât stop you as you slide your shorts halfway down, revealing the lace of the panties youâre wearing, all for him. âjust touch me, sugu. please?â
âyouâre so needy,â he scoffs, although his voice lilts into a willing tone as he unbuttons your shorts and inches backwards to allow you to toss your legs over his shoulders.
suguruâs dark hair is soft from the premium shampoos and conditioners he uses meticulously; half of it was tied up in a tight bun while the rest flowed freely past his shoulders. until you pulled his hair free from its ties and gathered the silky tresses between your fingers, impatiently tugging him towards the place you needed him most.
âwould it kill you to be patient?â suguruâs question is genuine as he leaves open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs, nipping lightly to tease you a little more.
âyes,â you huff, fingers relaxing in his hair as he moves closer to your already messy pussy, reveling in the sight of his favorite snack (dessert?).
âshit,â suguruâs voice is strained as he feels arousal resonate through his entire body, causing his temperature and heart rate to spike. âyouâre fucking soaked, princess.â
âwhatâre you waiting for?â you moan, frustrated by the sight of his tongue as he speaks, eager to feel him use it on you.
he ignores you then, opting to land a light slap to your pussy. the force of his palm coming down on your already sensitive clit sends sparks of pleasure through the entire lower half of your body, eliciting a drawn out whine from your lips.
âs-spit on it,â you manage, squirming beneath his heavy gaze. heâs practically burning holes into your skin with those pretty purple eyes of his.
âyou want it realll bad, donât you?â suguruâs tone is nothing short of mocking as he continues to stay a frustrating distance away from your cunt.
frantic for his touch, for himâyour hips jolt upwards, and you cry out when he shoves them back down easily. âcome on, suguâi can handle it.â
âyeah? you wonât tap out this time?â
âgod, i-i want you to ruin me.â
the admission pulls a laugh from between his lips, and yet he doesnât waste any time diving forward to devour you. suguruâs tongue strokes up your folds, collecting your wetness at the tip before darting forward to push inside you. the action is meant to tease, to piss you off, and it does.
âd-donât do this right now, sugu,â your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him forward insistently.
âalright, alright,â his lips move against your lower pair and he slides his hands beneath your ass to scoop you closer. in a matter of seconds; suguruâs got his whole mouth on you now, sucking and licking and slurping obscenely. the wet noises fill the car, coupled with your shared moans.
tasting you and hearing you is all he really needs to be satisfied; the way youâre tugging on his hair is painful at first, but it quickly becomes something that has him moaning louder than you. that was his achilles heelâhis hair, of all things. when pulled just right, or brushed gently, he couldnât ever stop himself from making those low, yet pretty sounds of his. sometimes his scalp would grow sensitive after a while, and his grunts would turn into pitched moans he couldnât control.
without a care for the many people passing by the parked car, your back arches off the backseat, tits bouncing deliciously beneath your shirt. ââm close, suguâjust like that, d-donât stop!â
he inserts a single finger inside you, filling you up and stretching you out nicely. then, he curls it deeply, prodding against that sweet spot of yours. heâd committed all the places thatâd make you tick to memory, and this happened to be one of the top three. suguruâs cheeks darken from the heat of it all as he sucks your clit between his lips and lavishes it with attention from his tongue.
itâs as soft as silk and yet so rough as it drags up and down the swollen bud. your hips jolt upwards again and again, body thrashing as the white hot pleasure circulates throughout your insides, pooling deep in your stomach. the knot frays with each passing second, your toes curling as you hurtle closer to euphoria.
âs-suguru,â you moan. he looks up at the right time to see your eyes rolling back as you dissolve into pleasure. ââm gonna cum, iââ
your brain short circuits as the knot inside you snaps, cunt squeezing hard around his finger and fluttering as he draws it backwards. your clit hardens beneath his tongue, and he moans from the sensation, the vibrations making you jerk.
suguruâs kind enough to let you ride it out, fingers gripping his hair to the point of potential baldness. he doesnât mind, especially not when you squeak out a blissed out, dazed ât-thank you, sugu.â
NANAMI KENTO # doesnât match you yet
âfuckingâshit, angel, slow down,â kento swallows a whine, trying not to beg. his head tips back, strands of his blonde hair escaping their neat gel hold and falling over his forehead. âcome on, youâre going too fast.â
his pleas fall on deaf ears as you smirk and lean in towards that sweet, sensitive spot on his neck that always has him seeing stars once itâs touched the right way. you giggle against his skin, leaving a few wet kisses along his neck before sinking your teeth. the bite is entirely playful, but his abs clench tightly against you and he sucks in a breath.
the couch is creaking loudly from the ferocious and aggressive way youâre riding him, hips slamming into his without a single concern for how sensitive he is from prior orgasms. uncharacteristic whines pour from his lips along with heaving pants of your name as kento frantically searches for purchase on your hips.
âwhatâs wrong, kento?â you purr, kissing away the drool from the corners of his lips. heâs got hearts in his eyes from the chaste action; the dichotomy between the sweetness and nastiness is so overwhelming . . kentoâs fingers dig into the plush skin at your hips as he tries to stop you.
ân-no need to go so fast. let me guide you instead, princess,â but heâs really just trying to save himself the embarrassment of cumming again and sobbing from the overstimulation.
kentoâs neck absorbs the soft moans you let out as he moves your hips at a much slower, languid pace. âfuck, ken, âs good . . little faster, please?â
he tugs his lower lip between his teeth. âbe patient. just keep your eyes on me, angel.â
âbut it - itâs not enough,â and your hips increase, returning to the beginning of your wild pace. the loud squelching sound of your pussy and the smacks of skin against skin drown out whatever he says next, but he seems to accept it. his cheeks are flushed and his face is covered in a sheen of sweat, and although heâd been desperate for reprieve earlier heâs accepting being ridden like a horse now.
each drag of your sticky cunt on his cock pulls plenty of sound from the both of you. this is the first time youâve ever ridden his cockâfirst time anyone has everâand all of his concerns are melting away as he fully submits to you. to your cuntâheâs completely pussydrunk.
âshit, angel,â he swallows, body bowing forward as he presses his face into your chest, allowing your tits to smack against his cheeks. âi-iâm gonna cum againâi donât think i can anymore after this, youâll have toââ
you tilt his chin upwards and connect your lips to his, swallowing the sounds he makes as he comes undone. you can only tremble as his cock throbs inside you, and his head falls against you weakly after he lets out a choked groan.
âken, feels so fucking good,â you sob, fingernails raking over the taut muscles of his back. those marks will sting tomorrow under his suit, a sultry reminder of you. his breaths come in harsh pants against your skin, and he makes no move to pull away as you ride him to completion.
youâre sore, and the room is hot and smelling of nothing but sex, but youâre too close to stop. thereâs no need to give a warning as your cunt spasms on him, squeezing his cock so hard heâs pushed out of you. the loss of fulfillment makes you hiss, and you nudge him lightly, helping him sit back.
kento has passed out â heâs quite literally fucked out, eyes closed and all as his chest rapidly rises and falls. of course, his swollen cock still stands at attention between his legs, tip prodding against you.
FUSHIGURO TOJI # is freakier
ârun that by me again, doll. i dare ya.â
tojiâs voice is low and deep as it rumbles from his chest, his raspy demand sending a hot rush of excitement right between your legs. ât-toji,â is all you can squeak out, legs spreading weakly as he tosses them to the side to make more room. âi-i said, i canât keep goingââ
fushiguro toji was not a patient man, nor was he someone who tolerated quitting or giving up in any kind of way, regardless of the situation. the idea of you attempting to tap out this early after teasing him all fucking day truly flipped a switch in his brain. it honestly set him off, like a spark of fire to a stick of dynamite.
âaw, just shut up, baby,â toji twists a hand into your hair and yanks your head backwards, leaning close to savor the sight of your arched back as well as to speak directly into your ear. his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, making the skin hotter. âya really thought thatâd work? after all that shit you pulled today?â
âi didnât mean to get you so worked upââ a nip to your earlobe silences you immediately, and a moan slips from between your lips, betraying the genuineness of your request.
âlisten to you . . ya want to get fucked like a whore, isnât that right?â toji hisses, rocking his hips forward and nudging his cock deeper in your tight cunt. the sensitivity is killer, but toji doesnât care about thatâitâs simply an excuse.
âyou deserve this, dollface. can take one more, canât you?â
with your hair wrapped around his fist, back forced into an arch, legs spread wide, thereâs no other way you can answer him besides saying yes. always testing the waters with him, but toji would amp it up and have you crying by the time it was all over.
you let your head hang, lifting your hips to help him out; the sound of slick bodies smacking against one another coupled with his heavy panting is enough to have you whining his name, tears streaking down your cheeks. your hand slips between your legs to rub at your swollen clit since you know heâs too annoyed to do it for you.
behind you, toji arches a brow but says nothing, opting to fuck you harder. his heavy balls slam into your fingers, messing up your movementsâbut are they really? the impact adds a new, chaotic element to your pleasure, making you moan louder.
âfuckkk,â toji tosses his head back, beads of sweat rolling down his temples and forehead as a familiar ache in his side grows from all the exertion. âi canât hear ya, doll . . make some noise for me.â
ever the mind readerâthe words were on the tip of your tongue before his comment. âk-keep goingâwanna cum for you, toji, please!â
he lets out a snicker, using his free hand to gift your ass with an especially harsh smack. ânot just yet, got that? youâll cum when i say so, doll face.â
KAMO CHOSO # matches you
âh-harder, oh myâfuck.â chosoâs voice cracks at the end of his sentence, eyebrows knitting together as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. he cradles you close to his body, hands splayed on your shoulder blades as he savors the feeling of your own wrapped around his neck.
âi didnât know youâd like this,â you say, kissing away the tears from his eyes and brushing the stray hairs from his face.
âyouâre always asking me to c-choke you,â choso grunts, eyes rolling back deliciously as his cock twitches inside you.
it was true. heâd finally gotten curious enough to ask you why you enjoyed having his hands wrapped around your neck during your sexual experiences together. heâd always been interested to learn more about your kinks and interests, regardless of whatever it was. sometimes itâs a hit or miss, but oftentimes . . he enjoys letting you take the lead and show him how you like it.
youâre seated on his lap, cock buried deep and somehow not soft despite his prior orgasms, many of which are leaking from your cunt onto his thighs. chosoâs never been afraid to get messy, as evidenced by the dried spit covering the bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.
âyou look perfect like this, cho,â you coo, words sounding extra honeyed to his oxygen deprived brain. âyouâre sure this isnât too tight?â
ever the masochist, he nods, tilting his head to the side and offering the tender skin of his jaw and neck for you to mark up. you accept chosoâs invitation, hands loosening as you pepper kisses along his sweaty skin.
he smells like his nice, soft shampoo mixed with your perfume. you can feel his racing pulse beneath your lips, and he savors the way you smile against his skin before nipping at it.
âah, baby,â choso moans, hair slipping into his face again, âneed you toâneed you to ride me.â
âanything for you,â is your loving reply, spoken into the softness of his cheek, which is flushed a dark red. you rock your hips against his, hands loosening again as you indulge in the delicious sensation of being full. because of your movements, more cum pools on his thighs, hot and sticky from being inside you for so long.
âiâm..â choso gulps, an uncontrollable whimper slipping from his throat to interrupt him. ââm gonna cumât-take all of it for me, please baby.â
âmhm,â you moan into his neck, the fresh bite marks sticky with spit as they press against your lips. âgive it to me, cho. a-all of it . . everything.â
choso cums to your words. his cock spurts ribbons of white inside you, so deep you wonder how long itâll take to pour out, and his head falls back, entirely spent. his breaths come in heaving puffs, face flushed and sticky with sweat, but he still manages to look at you.
exhausted, he pants, âyou didnât cum, did you?â
you shake your head with a small smile, fingers grazing over where youâd been gripping his neck. ââs okay, youâre pretty tired. maybe later?â
deep inside, you hope choso will offer to get you off anyway. a lovesick, dazed grin spreads across his lips and he lightly nudges you backwards.
âcome on, lay on your back for me.â
âwhy, cho? youâre exhââ
choso shushes you, pushing you back more insistently. âi want to make my pretty girl cum on my tongue. lay down, please?â
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I should not have been taught so badly for 3 years that i genuinely have to google how to find job postings in my field. "Get a degree!! Get a degree!!" for why. To be laughed at by out of touch tutors and not taught anything? It's certainly not going to help me get a job because i CANT FIND THEM. "People will see you went here and that will give you credibility." Will it roderick. Because I now know not to trust a motherfucker who went here đ
#rangnar rambles#taught by people who have not ever had to get into the industry in this state. dont know how to use computers. and (i cannot stress this#enough) DID NOT TEACH ME ANYTHING#I GET MY 27K PIECE OF PAPER IN 2 WEEKS AND YOU CANT TAKE IT FROM ME. SO CAN I GET SOME CONTACTS OR SM#but no yeah im so normal and glad i spent my time like this#WHAT DID I SPEND THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE DOING#if youre going to study illustration in the uk just go to falmouth. i dont go there but anywheres better than here#if [REDACTED] has no haters i am dead and have been ejected from the universe#if i could go back in time id do maths at a level and become a fucking accountant jesus christ#i had a tutor last year who used to do coke and got paid 15k to sit in front of a camera doing nothing by a mate in LA#the same guy our year got fired for being incompetent and aggressive when you asked for help (like. his fucking job)#AND HIS GIRLFRIEND. who was also a tutor and MORE INCOMPETENT#i had one tutor the whole course who had my back i love you jeremy i hope you finally get to retire and stop having to run FOUR COURSES#only man who actually had us do drawing exercises and taught us (in SECOND YEAR) how to draw perspective#so many people got to final semester and suddenly got failed bc tutors were lying to our faces about the quality of our work and not giving#accurate crit. how humiliating is that for everyone involved??#you dont want to tell us our work is shit until the grades are coming out?? and ur shocked when you havent taught anyone anything?? be so fr#it was like they were always shocked that we wanted direction and advice and our feedback was always met with 'well in the 80s there was a#big push for thia kind of open loosey goosey art course' its not the 80s anymore and students have been complainging for a decade#management would 'take on board' criticism and then bank on us all being gone in 3 years so they wouldnt have to actually do anything#all while taking our money and shutting down the entire humanities section of the uni#*actively wating wires* anyway no yeah im soo glad i spent my time like this at least i got a girlfriend i GUESS
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Sypnosis . What happens when you come home late to them when theyâre needy. / Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationships, oral sex f!receiving, dry humping, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k
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Gojo Satoru
âFuuuuck, I missed you so much today,â Heâd groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds so perfectly, âMissedâ this pussy, fuck.â Gojo whispers against your lips.
Youâd let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriendâs words, âW-Was only gone f-for an-, ahh, a-an hour longer, âToru,â Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.
To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the sameâ you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.
âMhmm, I know,â Heâd frown, sharp cerulean eyes boring down into your own so carefully, âFelt like forever though,â Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch and watching how your eyes flicker and your lips part to release a sigh.
âYouâre s-so,â Gojo rolls his hips down into you and you moan at the way his cock presses into the depths of your pussyâ filling you up so perfectly, âDramatic,â You finish, words coming out as a breathy moan.
Gojo bit his lower lip to conceal a smile. Oh how he loved watching your face contort into pleasure, he could watch the stress fading out of your eyes and being replaced with lust forever.
âMânot dramatic,â He huffs. The two of you were on your shared living room couch as he couldnât even make it to the bedroom, needing to be inside you as quickly as possible.
Gojoâs got one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he starts working up that pace of his.
âI missed my girlfriend,â Gojo groans, hips drawing back ever so slowly before he listens closely to the loud squelch of your cunt as his cock pushes back in. Biting his lip yet again, he smirks a bit, âSeemsâ like she missed me too.â
Your neck arches a bit and you moan, the sound like music to his ears. âToru, hahh-, youâre so big,â You mumble out due to the sheer stretch of his cock.
He canât help but crack a full smile, his mind spinning a bit as your plush walls pulse around his veiny shaft. âYeahh, but you take me so well every time, pretty girl,â Gojo praises, âNeedy lilâ pussyâs always hugginâ my cock juuust right.â
Those lewd words of his make your face twist up but you canât help but moan yet again as he slams down into you all at once.
âHah, now tell me what held you up at work again?â Gojo requested amid his thrusts, despite watching you lose your breath.
You whine, âM-My coworker, mmgh-, h-he-â
Gojoâs cock twitched inside you, shifting slightly and purposefully angling into your cervix, âHe?â
âM-Mmh-, y-yes Satoru, he!â You cry out, your hand squirming beneath his as Gojoâs larger fingers squeeze yours, âH-He⊠aagnh, fuck-, he messed up on some-, nngh, paperwork,â You just barely manage out.
The man above you tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and thrusts growing heavier. He doesnât say anything for a moment, just peers down at you with this look in his eyes.
Youâd swear those blue irises of his were glowing with how intently he looked at you. Not that you were allowed much time to dissect that though as Gojo began fucking his cock down into you a bit harsher.
The sloppy sounds of his thrusts echoed throughout the room, all of which were followed by your moans and pleas for him to slow down.
Gojo swiftly moves his free hand in between your body and his, finding your clit without batting an eye and quickly pinching it, âSo another man kept you from me?â He eventually breathes out.
He sounded upset, which kinda explains why heâs growing so rough with youâ angry cockhead pounding into your cunt so viciously, as if to remind you of who you belong to.
âToruu,â You whimper, âP-Please-, h-heâs, aah! H-Heâs just a c-coworker,â You try your best to explain it to your lover but all your whines go through one ear and out the other.
Gojo rolls his eyes at you, âYeah, a coworker who took up my girlâs time,â He argues, âYâknow what, call in sick tomorrow.â
âW-What?â You exhale heavily. With eyes as wide as ever, you couldnât believe your boyfriend right now.
âW-What?â Gojo mocks you before you feel his thick cock shove impossibly deeper inside you, âYou fuckinâ heard me. I said call in sick,â He voices out lowly. It was more of a command rather than a request at this point.
An airy little noise of disapproval leaves your throat, âHhgn⊠I c-canât just-â His thumb swirls over your clit as his dick continues to split you open, your cunt wetting up his cock more and more with each thrust. Then his pelvis clashes down into yours a bit harder and your eyes roll back, âOhmygod-â
âYou can,â Gojo protests, pulling his hips back until he nearly slips out of you. Then heâs drilling right back in such an animalistic way.
âToru,â You moan sweetly, his pupils dilating even more at the sound.
Even so, he has no plans on changing his mind, âNah, it seems you forgot how I feel about other guys gettinâ in the way of us,â Gojo grunts. The sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he beat his lengthy cock deep into your pussy was so overwhelming.
Your legs began to quicker a little and your back was lifting off the couch, âBut h-heâs not-â
âShut up,â Gojo cuts off. And you do, shutting your mouth obediently and whining instead, âGood girlll,â Gojo praises in that low voice of his. Then he pants and you swear you feel him in your stomach at this point, âNow hurry up ând cum fâme, we gotta make up for lost time.â
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Geto Suguru
Who allows you to get into your shared home perfectly fine at first, helping you take off your shoes, speaking in such a soft tone to you as he requests the events of your longer day.
Youâd answer him honestly and explain how there was an error you had to stay and fixâ to which Geto would soothe you with his understanding nature and gentle words.
Yet, the very second you sigh a little too heavily for his liking, heâs dragging you off to the bedroom and offering himself as a stress reliever.
âSuguruuu,â You mewl out, thighs spread over his handsome face with his big hands latched to your legs, fingers pressing into your skin as he aided you.
Those pretty purple-hued eyes of his would gaze right up into yours as you faced him, his tongue delving into your cunt and lapping up your sweetness into his mouth. His deep groans were like heaven against your cunt.
"Use me, princess," Geto groaned just before flattening his tongue against your dripping pussy and lapping it upward so very tenderly that it had you twitching and squirming above him.
You pant heavily, hips grinding over the wet pink muscle below for more friction in such a needy manner. Geto's thick fingers slid up along your body, caressing your tensed skin beneath his touch before he grabbed ahold of your hips and forced you to ride his face faster.
Although you couldn't see it, constantly was your boyfriend lifting his hips into the air as he feasted on your cunt like a man staved, his cock pressing up into the fabric of his sweats and giving himself the slightest bit of friction needed.
A sticky bit of precum was wetting up his boxers where his tip was, his fat cock so very desperate for you. But, he'd force himself to wait, your pleasure was more important at the moment.
Which is why his jaw is dropping a bit and his lips are cupping your pussy as he slurps your juices into his mouth, some slipping out from the corner of his lips and dribbling down his face. Not that he cared of course, especially not when you were above him whining and moaning so beautifully.
"Fuck Sugu-, that f-feels so good-, hhggn... ah!" You whine desperately above him. He's been at it for a minute now but his tongue is so damn skillful and long that you've got no idea how much time has truly passed.
Geto retracts his head only a little bit before spitting a fat glob of saliva up onto your cunt, "What a messy girl you are," He comments, his breath tickling the insides of your thighs, "Drippin' all into my mouth even when I'm not even moving."
Then he's leaning up again, his lips pressing into your sensitive clit and making you jump at the contact. A jolt of pleasure shoots throughout your body as he plants a bunch of messy kisses to your clit before suckling it into his mouth.
The tip of his tongue dashes around the sensitive bud and you reach a hand down, fingers curling into his hair as you roll your hips forward against his face for more.
"Mmmgh," Geto hums against you, "Yeahh, ride my fuckin' face, baby," He encourages, his words making you impossibly wetter as you do just that.
His tongue sinks back down and slithers into your cunt, searing against your plush walls as he moans into you. Your legs begin to close around his head and his fingers dig into your skin, "F-Fuck, m'gonna cum Sugu."
He just nods below you, lidded eyes revealing his zero intent on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Your taste was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and hours and never get tired.
Geto would have his mouth latched to your pussy until his jaw locked, and even then he'd still keep going. You could squirt on his face, beg him to give you a break, or even try pulling away from him but he'd always drag you back to him, tell you to take it, and request that you wet up his face again and again until he's satisfied.
Even as you cum in his mouth, his dick is throbbing in his sweats, twitching all over the place as it aches to be inside you. When you finally come undone and begin to pant softly above him, that's when he slows down.
"You can give me one more, yeah?" Geto hums with a sly smirk on his face, having yet to move an inch away from your pussy.
You shake your head, "M'tired Sugu..."
He frowns, "C'mon, you can't be tired after one orgasm. I thought we worked on that stamina of yours?" Geto whispers so softly as he turns slightly to kiss the inside of your thighs.
Pouting, "I had a long day..." You explain.
"Uhuh, and I'm trying to relieve you s'more baby," He tells you with an innocent look on his face, "C'mon, gimme a few more 'nd then I'll leave you alone."
"Suguru... you never leave me alone afterward," You huff out as you recall all the past times this exact scenario has played out.
Geto snickers, "That's because I've got a needy ass girl who likes beggin' for my cock afterward."
"I-," Your frown deepens, "I do not..."
"Yeahh ya' do..." He argues, "But it's alright, I like it when you're all needy 'nd start beggin' f'me."
With a slight groan, you shift above him a little, "...Shut up."
He tips his head back against the bed below and smiles, "Shut me up, c'mon. Put that pretty pussy on my mouth again."
Heat rushes to your face as he says that and almost instinctively, you just listen to him and sit right back down on his welcoming mouth.
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Toji Fushiguro
Oh he hates when you come home late, as if he doesnât do so himself all the damn time.
But the problem is that heâd be texting you begging-, no, never begging but, telling-, or ordering you to come home. Plethoras of I need youâs & look at what youâre doinâ to meâs followed by roughly five pictures of his thick and aggravatingly hard cock would ping to your phone while youâre in the middle of a meeting you didnât have to attend.
And yes, youâve explained this to your impatient partner Toji but does he care? Of course not.
So thatâs why when you finally come home, you could barely into the damn house before heâs got that large veiny hand of his wrapped around your throat, tugging you into your household and slamming your body back against the front door to close it.
âToji-â You barely even get a chance to speak before heâs shoving his hot tongue into your mouth and shutting you up.
Your fiancĂ© doesnât care to hear your excuses, youâve already texted them to him so, heâs grunting into your mouth and his free hand is moving to lock the door youâre up against.
His lips are hot and heavy against you, cologne dizzying your senses, bigger and much bulkier body pressing against you, and his hand limiting your oxygen.
âToldâ you I fuckinâ needed you,â Toji groans into your mouth as he trails a hand down and around your frame, quickly moving to grab a possessive hold of your ass, âYâknow how long Iâve been waitinâ?â
You whine as his fingers curl into your ass cheek, squeezing so harshly before moving his lips to your jawline. âT-Toji, please, that meeting was-â
âDonât care,â He hums so casually as he dips further down and to the side of your neck, sucking eagerly on your skin, âForty-five fuckinâ minutes Iâve been waitinâ for you.â
You roll your eyes, âYouâre such a big-, baby,â You stammer out as his hand shifts to your hip and he tugs you so that his one larger leg can press in between yours.
Toji scoffs against you and his hand leaves your throat, âIâm a big baby? Says the one who starts cryinâ from jusâ the tip.â
You grit your teeth and your hands go to his broad shoulders, âI do notâŠâ You gasp as his thigh presses up against your clit, âYouâre exaggeratinâ.â
âOh am I?â Toji chuckles, pulling his head up so he can look at your face, âLook atâcha now, canât even handle a couple of kisses without lookinâ all fucked out.â
You frown at the man, âYou couldnât even let me get past the damn door before your hands were all over m-â
He shuts you up by lifting a hand to shove two thick fingers into your mouth, âGod, you talk too much.â
A pout pulls at your lower lip as his fingers sink into your throat and press down on the back of your tongue. Your eyes gloss over a little and you gag.
His scared lip pulls up into a smirk, âLook at that fuckinâ pout⊠Aww, you mad?â Toji taunts.
God, you cannot stand him. Well, you can, thatâs why youâve got an engagement ring on your finger nowâ but still, he never fails to piss you off. And youâre pretty sure he likes pissing you off. He definitely gets a kick out of seeing you upset.
You move to graze his fingers with your teeth and he raises a brow.
âDonât you fuckinâ dare.â Toji warns.
You groan against him before letting out a tired sigh and slithering your tongue in between the two fingers lodged in your mouth. He flashes a smile at you.
Then he nods approvingly, âYeahhh, thaâs it.â
Oh his cock was in pain due to how hard he was. And it doesnât get any better when you pull your head back a little before pushing forward, sucking on his fingers like the obedient little fiancĂ©e he knows you to be.
Toji licks his lips in almost slow motion, âSo fuckinâ sexy, doll. Yâknow that right?â
You smile against his fingers briefly before you nod, âMhmmâŠâ
He sighs heavily as he watches you suck on him, cock twitching in his sweatpants every time you throat his fingers and bat those pretty eyes of yours at him.
Then, he practically loses his mind when you pull off with a loud pop before taking his wrist into your hands, spitting on the tip of his fingers, and then taking them right back into your mouth.
Toji groans at the sight, âNasty lilâ slut,â He huffs out, âSuckinâ on my fingers like itâs my cock⊠youâre enjoyinâ yourself, huh?â
You smile yet again and nod, âMmhâŠâ
âFuck, keep lookinâ at me like that ând Iâm gonna cum without even seeinâ your pussy.â He warns.
That makes you far more eager than he expects it to and you tilt your head to the side and really start sucking on his fingers like theyâre his dick.
Then, you pull off for a moment just to speak, âPut three in my mouth,â You request, sticking your tongue out and watching how his lips part and he nearly moans at the request alone.
Toji tips his head back ever so slightly, eyes getting lower as he shifts to hold three fingers to your lips, âYouâre so fuckinâ nasty,â He whispers before pushing his digits in and feeling you hum against him, âGonna make me cum from this, pretty girlâŠâ
You twist your head a bit as you suck on him, running your tongue all in between his fingers, drool escaping out the corner of your lips, and one of your hands suddenly dropping from his wrists. Tojiâs eyes flicker when your free hand grabs ahold of his cock through his clothes.
âS-Shit,â He hisses, âGod, I love you,â Toji hums as your hand strokes his aching cock through his clothing.
You were all too perfect for him, sucking on his fingers, rubbing your palm against the outline of his clothesâ he swears heâs never found himself about to cum from something so simple before.
Your mouth furthers on his fingers and your hand moves to slip into his sweats, making his body jerk forward when you grab his thick cockhead and run your fingers over it so teasingly.
âFuuuck,â He groans with his jaw going slack, âThe hell would I do without you-, mgh,â He grunts deeply as you stroke his tip carefully.
Tojiâs hips buck into your touch and heâs trying so hard not to moanâ he was really aching for you more than heâd let on.
A messy slick of precum gets all over your hand but it makes it easier for you to start jerking him off, your mouth still latched to his fingers for a moment before you pull off.
Then you kiss him and smile, âCâmon big guy, go ahead ând cum fâme so you can fuck me properly.â
Oh he practically loses his sanity at that, body folding over and toward you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and finally lets out that sexy moan heâs been keeping in.
You snicker as you jerk him off and you can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the messy sounds of your fingers sliding along his thick shaft filling the air.
Toji tilts his head and his lips press against your skin but he doesnât kiss you, just opens his mouth and pants, âMâso close, doll. Donât stop, d-donât you fuckinâ stop,â He groans against your neck, breath hot and body tense because of you.
You smile, âYouâre so needy TojiâŠâ
His teeth graze your neck for a moment as he nearly sinks them into your skin, âDonât call me fucking needy.â
âBut you are,â You voice out so sensually that it makes his head spin
Toji grunts and you swear you hear a different noise almost escape the back of his throat as your hand squeezes his cock. âMâgonna fuck the shit outtaâ you after this,â He huffs, âGonna make sure you canât even-, aaghâŠ. walk tomorrow.â He stammers out.
You move to whisper in his ear, âMhm, Iâm sure you will.â
âIâll show you fuckinâ needy,â Toji utters through gritted teeth, your hand just jerking and jerkingâ his legs were starting to stiffen because of how good it felt.
âStop talkinâ ând cum fâme so you can fill me up,â You whisper teasingly.
Tojiâs eyes roll back, âIâll put a baby in you if you keep talkinâ like that.â
âMaybe I want you to,â You giggle.
Then your hand focuses on his leaking tip and he just couldnât take it anymore, groaning at both your skillful hand and your teasing words before hot and thick ropes of cum are spurting out.
His hands ball into tight fists as he does so and he pants heavily beside you. And his groans were so loud, he was really worked up.
In one quick motion, he lifts his head from your shoulder and presses his lips into yours, âFuckinâ love you,â Toji grunts into you.
And youâre smiling against him, âMhm, loveâ you too, yaâ big baby.â
Toji scoffs before pulling away from your lips, âAlright, call me a big baby one more time ând see what happens.â
You stare at the man, noticing the slight smirk he has, ââŠBut Toji⊠you are a big babyâ never satisfied âtil you get what you want.â
âSeems like youâve got the roles here reversed, doll,â He huffs before pecking your lips one more time, âSâfine thoâ, Iâll fix that soon enough.â
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Choso Kamo
Coming home late to your needy boyfriend Choso is never a bad thing. If anything, you think you stay longer at work on purpose to tease the man.
When you get home wee hours into the night, all the lights in the apartment would be off, there'd be practically no sound throughout the place and you'd wonder if Choso was sleeping.
Of no surprise to you, he isn't when you make your way to the living room and see his legs spread as wide as ever as he watches some show playing on the large TV on the wall across the room from him. You'd carefully make your way around the couch and notice he's got his eyes shut and his head is rested slightly back on the couch.
How cute, he'd fallen asleep waiting for you. So what do you do as his loving girlfriend? Well, you move to straddle him and take a very comfortable seat in his lap, his entire body jolting awake at your presence.
The smell of your perfume would seep into his nose, the feeling of your thighs spread over his would make his body tense, and the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck as he woke up would have him letting out a sigh of relief.
"Hi Cho," You'd greet so lovingly, voice caressing his ear just before you plant a cute lil' kiss near it.
Choso's hands move on instinct, two large pairs of fingers grabbing onto each side of your waist. Then, before he even gets a second to say anything, you're tipping your head down to kiss him on the side of his neck like you always do.
He groans immediately and you feel his cock jump at the sudden kiss. Then he's gripping onto your waist tighter, "Missed' you baby..." Choso tells you in that deep voice of his, the sound making you shift against him.
Your kisses trail up and you find yourself right below his jaw, "Missed you too, Cho."
He inhales sharply as you then lick him before sucking on his skin a little, "Yeah?" Choso teases, sleepily dragging his hands down a bit and grabbing ahold of your hips before squeezing, "You stayed at work longer than normal..."
"I know, I know, m'sorry," You coo as you try to make up for it with the constant kisses to his neck.
And he's so sensitive too, squirming all over the damn place as you do so. You could feel his dick growing beneath you and the feeling encouraged you to get more comfortable in his lap.
Then you lift your face from his neck and meet those low brown eyes of his, "Heard me? I said I'm sorry Cho."
He stares at you for a long moment before cocking his head to the side, "Are you?" Choso asks.
You blink, "Of course I am!"
"Prove it t'me, baby," Choso requests, voice as deep as ever.
You could feel yourself twitching every time he spoke, the look in his eyes and faint touch on your body driving you crazy. "How do you want me to prove it to you Cho, hm?" You ask softly.
Just as his voice made you ache, your voice made the tip of his cock leak. He's lifting his hips up into yours without a second thought and he doesn't miss the way you gasp softly at his clothed cock pressing up into your cunt.
"Ride me," Choso says calmly, "If you're sorry, make it up t'me by makin' me cum."
You smile at the man, "That's it? Choso you're acting like I haven't made you cum without even touching you before..."
He scoffs slightly and leans back into the couch so lazilyâ a sleepy, but sexy smile spreading across his face as he does so. âYou tied me up, that was different, baby.â
Tilting your head, you smile back at him, âWas it?â
âMhm, ând when I say ride me,â Chosoâs hands slither down along your legs before finding a place on your thighs, âI mean jusâ like this.â
You just stare with wide confused eyes, ââŠWhat do you mean just like this?â
âDry hump me,â He explains with a slick smirk on his face.
A pout pulls at your lower lips, âLike a damn teenager Cho? Why canât we just-â
âKnew you werenât sorry for stayinâ out later,â Choso huffs out as he turns his head to the side.
Again, you stare at himâ trying to figure out if heâs being for real right now or if heâs just teasing. But, based on the aching cock youâre sitting on top of and the way Chosoâs fingers are holding your thighs, you get the idea that heâs dead serious.
So, with a sigh, âFine,â You tell him, earning a quick turn of his head to you.
Choso comforts himself a bit more, slouching back into the couch further and rolling his hips upward to get comfortable. Though, his little movement only causes his dick to press up into your cunt.
The layers in between you and him werenât really helping how stupidly aroused you both were. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you start off slowâ gently rocking your hips forward as if to test the waters a bit.
Your boyfriend, Choso, quickly lets out a huff. Nothing could beat that teasing sensation of your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching boner. His eyes lowered and despite a cute lilâ shade of red taking over his features, his fingers grip onto your thighs tightly.
âYeahh, like that, baby,â He whispers.
You hum sweetly and lean forward, pressing your chest against his as you meet his low gaze, âThisâ all you want?â
Choso nods carefully, licking his lips in almost slow motion as you just rock your hips back and forth in such a mesmerizing manner. You had such a good rhythm with your hips, perfectly rolling your cunt in small little circles over his cock and gasping every once in a while.
He soon let out a groan and tips his head back, âJust⊠keep-, mmgh, keep doinâ that.â
You smile at your all-too-sensitive boyfriend before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his neck, ïżœïżœChoso⊠Baby,â You whine,â Are you really gonna cum from this?â
He barely even nods at your words, hands slithering further up your body to grab ahold of your waist once more, âF-Feels like youâre actuallyâ fuckinâ me,â His voice was husk already, deep but laced with the faintest whine just as you liked it.
âYeah?â You utter tauntingly. Then you began bouncing slightly, rutting against his cock with more vigor as he humped up into you reflectively.
âHahhâŠ. Princess,â He whines, âS-Shit, I⊠I wanna fuck you.â
You lick a long and almost languid stripe up along his neck, stopping at his jaw and giggling, âSo fuck me, Cho.â
All thatâs let out from him is a groan before heâs flipping the two of you over, his much larger frame in between your legs as he stares down at you so very hungrily.
Then Chosoâs drawing his hips back only a little before he presses down into your clothed pussy, the outline of his dripping cock nudging right in between your folds and making your eyes flutter for a moment.
Choso shakes his head at you, âWhyâd you come home sâlate?â He mumbles.
You let out the faintest moan as he works up a needy pace of humping his dick against you. âC-Choso-â
âAnswer my question,â He breathes out as he leans his face down to your aroused expression, âHm? Whyâd you come home late? Yâknow I missed you, right?â
You nod and he rolls his hips down into yours, cock mashing into your cunt and even grazing your clit, âH-Hahhh, I-I know Cho⊠I just-, mmh! Remember t-that promotion I told you about?â
He stares for a second before shrugging, âYeahâŠâ
âI needed to show⊠h-how serious I am about it,â You moan as you explain and your jaw goes a bit slack as he weighs his body down into yours a little and Choso grows a little rougher.
âIs a promotion more important than me?â He huffs out, whispering gently to you.
Your head shakes, âNo, of course n-not-â
âI texted you, baby,â Choso cuts off, his face growing closer, âTold you I needed you.â
âCho-â
âNeeded your cunt on me,â He huffs out mindlessly, âNeeded this, aaghâŠâ His words are emphasized with a rougher thrust against you.
Your body jerks a bit and you have such a lewd expression on your faceâ almost as if you were getting fucked for real, âChoso,â You moan as he swipes a hand down and rubs over your clit through your clothes.
âI missed her,â He hums, âMissedâ how she talks to meâŠâ All as he rolls that thumb of his over your clit and continues rutting his cock down against you, âYou gonna cum fâme, baby?â
âM-Mhmm,â You whine as your hips lift into his movements.
Choso smiles a little, âCâmon then, give it tâme so I can fuck you for real.â
âChosoâŠâ You murmur as his words go straight to your core, your body hot and aching for sweet release.
He nods and his eyes never once leave yours, âUhuh, keep sayinâ my name.â
Your back begins to arch off of the couch and he grows faster with the way he humps his cock down into you, âCho,â You whimper.
âMhm, Iâm right here baby,â He coos lovingly, âAct like Iâm nâside you, cum just like you would on my cock, princess.â
And just like that, you were cumming, legs closing around your boyfriend as he watches your face and body twist up.
Then he starts kissing your neck and sucking on your skin possessively, âThatâs my fuckinâ girl,â He whispers into you.
Then, once your body stills, he leans up and quickly pulls his shirt off, staring down at your wide glossy eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he drags his hands down and tugs on his drawstring.
âReady tâsee how much my cock missed you?â Choso teases as he tauntingly pulls on the waistband of his sweats.
You just nod, almost dumbly as you peer up at him, âMhm.â
Then heâs smiling again, âAlright but, donât start cryinâ when you canât take it anymore, âkay?â
â
Nanami Kento
Okay, heâs literally the reason you come home late.
Because of course, working at the same company as your husband isnât always the best idea. And yes, everyone knows Nanami hates working overtime.
But, when his pretty wife comes into his office after sending teasing messages for the past hour or so about getting home and taking a soothing bath togetherâ Nanami finds himself straining through his clothes.
Youâd walk in with that tight pencil skirt and lowly unbuttoned blouse, a way of dressing you know drives him insane.
Then thereâs your voice caressing his ear as you walk around his desk and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering an oh-so-sweet, âNeed any help in here, sir?â And you know what that honorific does to him when coming out of your mouth.
It all makes him shift in his seat, moving to lean over and rest his chin on his knuckles as he places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, âYes but not with anything on this damn screen,â Nanami huffs.
You smile, knowing exactly what he means by that but deciding to play dumb anyway. Then you turn and press your lips into his cheek, âAwh,â You coo, glancing over to the neatly assorted paperwork on his desk, âThen, could it be that pile of work you need help with? It is almost time to go.â
Nanami sighs and lifts his head from his hand, turning to look at you whose eyes are busy elsewhere, âNo, not that either,â He hums in that honeyed voice of his.
You turn to face him, your eyelids lowering as you find yourself a bit closer than anticipated, âThen what is it, Ken?â Your question comes off as innocent and you tilt your head.
His eyes narrow at you and he scans your expression momentarily. After which, his gaze meets yours, âYou are so beautiful,â Your husband suddenly compliments.
And it never once fails to make your heart swell and a smile brightens up your face, âThank you, hun,â You say before moving to peck his lips, âBut where is this sudden sentiment coming from, hm?â
Nanami leans toward your face a little just as you pull your lips off of his and you find it so very endearing how clear it is what he wants from you. âI canât compliment my wife?â He asks.
âYou can.â Giggling, your hands retract from him as you stand up straightâ watching how his expression sinks a little due to the loss of your touch, âBut Iâm just curious is allâŠâ
Your head turns to that stack of paperwork again and you reach for the paper at the top of the pile, skimming over it as you do so.
Nanami watches, falling deeper in love with your every move and trying his best not to think with his cock and act on impulseâ though heâd done it before, lord knows he wanted to bend you over his desk and-
âKen, I thought we discussed this contract here,â You utter, breaking him from his lewd thoughts.
Nanami shakes his head and clears his throat. Then, he reaches a hand over and grabs a light hold of your free hand, trying to gain your attention, âWe probably did but,â You turn and look at him as he lifts your hand to his face and lands a kiss across your knuckles, âCan we please discuss that later?â
You gaze at your husband for a long moment, finally noticing the bulge in his pants. âOh. Is that what you need my help with?â You emphasize as you place the paper in your hand down and point to his crotch.
Nanami moves to intertwine his fingers with yours, âI know itâs unprofessional but, yes.â
You turn your body to face him and he tries to pull you closer but you donât move. âKen⊠if I handle that now weâll be here longer than weâd like.â
He nods, âIâm aware.â
Frowning in disappointment at your impatient husband, you let off a sigh and push forward, stepping in between his legs. âI wasnât aware I married such a needy man.â You tease as you draw your hand away from his.
Nanami quickly sits back in his seat, the chair creaking a bit as he does so. Heâs got this almost pained look on his face, as if another second without you would kill him.
âMe? Needy?â Nanami huffs, clearly not aware of the look on his chiseled face.
You smile and begin to get down on your knees, the sight making his cock jump within his pants. âYes, you.â You scoff, âWho else?â
Your husband parts his thighs further for you and smirks, âBetween you and I, I am not the needy one in this relationship.â
You nod slowly as your fingers trail along his muscular thighs, the teasing movements causing his tip to drip so messily against his clothing. âSo what do you call this then?â You utter, nodding your chin toward his erection.
Those delicate hands of your trail up to his belt and you begin to undo it so slowly that it pains him not to rush you. âYou caused it,â Nanami argues.
You smirk, âThat doesnât answer my question, husband of mine.â
âWell, wife of mine, I donât have time to answer questions right now,â He mocks, tipping his head to the side and watching you like a hawk as your hands finally near his cock, âMâToo hard to think straight.â He grunts.
And then finally, your hand is tugging his throbbing cock out, your eyes widening at the sight as if you hadnât seen it a million times before. Nanami loves the way you admire him though, he just watches in awe at how your gaze travels along his thick and lengthy member, your mouth salivating in such a hungry way.
âCâmon, I donât have all dayâŠâ Nanami rushes, to which you glance past his length and up at his face with a pout. âOh donât look at me like that, weâve already been here five minutes past our working hours.â
You snicker and lean your face close to his cock just to push your lips to his weeping and flushed tip, âAnd whose fault is that?â You whisper before you kiss him.
He inhales sharp enough for you to hear, âYours,â Nanami groans out to you.
Your lips move to wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue quickly swiping in between his slit and making the man shudder above you. Then, you pull your tongue away and look up at him again, âMine, he saysâŠâ You hum to yourself before tilting your head.
Then youâre trailing kisses down the side of his dick until you get to the base, gently sucking on the underside of his cock where heâs sensitive and earning a deep groan that makes your cunt throb.
ââŠAs if youâre not the one begging me to suck you off,â You huff out.
Nanami lands a heavy hand down on your head as you shift to drag your tongue upward along his length until you get to his pretty pink tip, swiveling your tongue around it and pulling off slightly to spit onto it.
âOh donât act like you didnât want to do this,â Nanami argues back to you. Your gaze meets his and he stares at the way you open your mouth slowly, but⊠not to say something back to him.
Instead, your mouth is closing around his cock before he has time to processâ yet another groan leaving his lips and echoing throughout his office. Inch by inch by inch, your mouth furthers down his dick with no problem.
Even as his cock enters your throat and your lips reach his base, you donât gag or even choke. Nanamiâs eyelashes fluttered at the tightness of your throat around him, trying not to groan too much despite it being hard not to when your mouth was so warm and wet around him.
âFuuck,â He curses deeply, fingers curling into your hair, âI trained this throat well it seemsâŠâ
You whine against him and his body twitches. Slowly, you start to lift your head before you work up a pleasureful pace of bobbing your headâ sucking on his cock all too well.
Nanamiâs free hand grips onto the edge of his armrest as you go to work on him and his eyes begin to lift to his ceiling. Looking down at you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock would only lead him to cum too soon.
The wet sounds slipping from out your mouth as you sucked and licked on his dick filled the air, your eyes lowering as pleasing your husband like this only turned you on more than you already were. The two of you had been teasing one another all day.
Even from earlier that morning when Nanami woke you up by kissing at your neck so lovingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin in that deep and sexy morning voice of his. Heâs had you worked up since then so now, youâre sucking him off like you want him to pass out from it.
And he might because goddamn your mouth is like heaven around him. Your head bobs and twists, your throat opening up to take him in deep every time you push down, and a moan vibrates against him as his hand tugs at your hair every now and then.
Then thereâs your tongue, slithering up and down and left and right, slicking against each vein in such a way that tells him you remember every single one.
âOh fuck,â Nanami curses yet again, hips unconsciously bucking up into your mouth for more, âSo good⊠Your mouth feels sâgood on me, love.â
You give his cock one long and hard suck until you pull off with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out for a moment as you move a hand to jerk him off. âYeah? Couldnât wait tilâ we got home, huh?â You tease.
He just shakes his head at you and watches through lidded eyes as you tap the tip of his fat cock on your tongue, smiling a little as you do so.
He pants, âHahh⊠not when I have a perfect cocksleeve of a wife tâhelp me outâŠâ Nanami says lowly.
And your face twists up at that, eyebrows pinching together slightly and pout pulling at your lower lip, âKenâŠâ You whisper, your hand tightening around his shaft as you give him quick pulls.
âMâsorry,â Nanami apologizes quickly, making you smile. âI-, aagh⊠I didnât mean t-thatâŠ.â He huffs out, clearly out of it as you jerk him off so perfectly, better than he ever could on his own.
You lean forward and purposefully suck on only his top, tongue lulling around it, in between his slit, pushing saliva out of your mouth and making it all the more messy before you pull him back into your mouth.
Then Nanami moans into the air, âFuuck, n-no, I meant thatâŠâ He corrects, âYou suck me off like a goddamn-â
You pull off for a second and smile, âSay itâŠâ
âWhore,â Nanami grunts and you moan as you sink your mouth down onto him again, making his abs tense up beneath his shirt.
Your eyes gloss over as you take him all the way in, closing your throat around his cock and practically sucking the soul out of him. Then your hands sneak down and you cup his balls in your hand, feeling how some of the mixed saliva and precum has slipped down.
Nanami nearly kicks something as you do so, his head flying back as he moans out your name. The sound makes your pussy so unbelievably wet, eyes glancing up to get a good look at your husband who was so close to finishing in your mouth.
Then you see him take a shaky hand and tug at that bright yellow tie of his, yanking it loose and messily unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe properly.
Not that that really helps him escape that damn mouth of yours. As you lift your mouth to breathe, both of your hands move to make up for it, your lips and tongue focusing on his tip all over again.
âGoddamn-,â Nanamiâs breath hitches and his eyes begin to roll back, âY-Youâre gonna make me-,â He groans again as you slurp his tip into your mouth sloppily, hands twisting and tugging at his cock so damn deliciously that he actually does accidentally kick his desk in front of him.
Thereâs a thud that follows but neither of you pay any attention to it. Youâre too busy making his head spin with that mouth of yours and Nanamiâs trying not to-
Whatever the hell he was trying not to do, he doesâ abrupt and warm ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. Nanamiâs body hunches forward as he does so, almost as if he were trying to escape your mouth for a second.
Your hands only move out of the way though, mouth sinking all the way down on his cock so that you donât miss a single drop of him.
Nanamiâs chanting your name lowly over and over as he cums, small little I love youâs and youâre so perfectâs flowing out his mouth as he does so.
Once heâs done and you finally pull your lips off of his cock, youâve got a mouth full of cum and you purposefully donât swallow yet. Looking up at your husband with wet eyelashes and batting them at him, you roll your tongue around in your mouth and show him what a mess heâs made in there.
Nanami practically chokes at the sight before averting his eyes, âDonât do thatâŠâ He hums, âJ-JustâŠ. Swallow it.â
Your hands go to his knees and you push up a little to lean toward his face, forcing him to look at you. Then, his eyes fall on your mouth and he watches as you close it and gulp loudly, sticking out your tongue afterward for him with a cute ah sound following.
Nanami shakes his head at you and scoffs, âNasty slut.â He degrades.
You flash him a smile, and lean up for a kiss, âYou know you love me that way,â You murmur as your lips near his.
With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moves a, still shaky, hand to your jaw and tugs your face to his, âI do. I really do,â Nanami says before kissing you passionately despite his taste on your tongue.
After which, he pulls away and gazes deeply into your eyes. You reciprocate the stare and even smile at him again.
He grins, âPromise Iâll thank you for this properly when we get home.â
You nod, âYou better.â
âMh,â He hums before tilting his head, âOr I could lay you out on this desk and repay you now?â
Blinking, you shrug, âUp to you, Ken.â
He stares for a moment, licking his lips at the thought of being in between your legs. Then, he shakes his head, âNope, Iâll make you wait âtil we get home.â
Your eyes go wide, âBut-â
Nanami chuckles, âThatâs what you get for calling me needy.â
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â SATORU GOJO HAS LOVED YOU SINCE YOU WERE KIDS - HEâS GONNA MAKE YOU HIS ! â
⧠series: call it what you want (part one)
⧠pairing: younger!satoru gojo x reader
⧠summary: satoru gojo fell in love with you from the moment he met you at eight years old. and now, in his twenties, when he sees you again after you move back to be closer to your aunt and your cousin, suguru, he knows â he has to make you his by the end of the summer.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, eventual smut, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, fake dating, gojo is four years younger than you, rich boy!gojo, suguru is your little cousin, very fluffy, slow burn, like they don't even kiss, but they will :), love at first sight for gojo, naoya is your ex,
⧠w/c: 15,285
âNever thought weâd be doing this, did you?â Satoru muttered in your ear, breath fanning hot against your neck, âbe a little quieter, sweetheart, otherwise Suguru might hear us,âÂ
You whine, but his fingers drag against your kiss bitten lips, until the digits slide into your mouth, as his hips rut against yours. And you didnât think youâd ever be in position with your cousinâs best friend â pressed to the doorway of your apartment where Suguru could walk in at anytime.Â
This isn't what you thought would happen when you invited him over to talk. This isn't what you thought would happen when you agreed to pretend to date him. This isn't what you thought about -- but how could you think about anything with the way his breath felt against your skin?
He loved you -- loved you since you were kids, and he couldn't let you go, not like this. Not when he had you.
Not that you even wanted him to.
You didnât think youâd shiver as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, tongue flicking against your burning skin. You never thought youâd want to moan his name, like you had, far too many times.Â
âYou may have never thought about this, Princess, but I sure have,â he presses a kiss to your jaw, the wet sounds your skin slapping together, as he reaches around your body, pinned on your stomach to the mattress, to rub at your swollen clit, drawing a muffled cry from your lips, âfar too many times,âÂ
In fact, Satoru Gojo knew exactly the first time he fell for you. It was the day he first met you.Â
âBe my girlfriend!âÂ
It was less of a question and more of a statement. Â
One declared in the doorway of your room, with flushed cheeks and flowers in hand. And they werenât your cheeks or hands, but your baby cousinâs best friend.Â
The first time Satoru Gojo asked you out was at the ripe old age of eleven, but truth be told he had held this crush since the moment he saw you when he had come over to Suguruâs house for the first time, almost three years ago now.
Your fingers brushed his as you gently took the flowers, âSatoru, you know I care about you, but not like that. Youâre better off seeing other people your own age, ok?â You smiled at him, the same way you always did, a slight pout on his lips as he nodded, saying nothing more.Â
And you knew you were right â there was no fucking question that you were right. He was eleven and you were fifteen â an age gap untenable and unreachable.
But nowâ
âLong time no see,â Satoru said, lips curled in an all too cocky smile that you couldnât believe belonged to the same blushing kid who confessed so earnestly back then, âitâs been too long,â your name rolled off his tongue with a familiarity that was the same but all too different.Â
But he wasnât a kid anymore â far from it. It had been over a decade since you had seen him, as the summer he confessed was the last one you had spent at your aunt and uncleâs home. And you and your family moved overseas shortly after that, and you didnât return until now, four years after you graduated college, for a job offer you couldnât pass up.Â
And you didnât realize that so much time had passed.Â
But he did.Â
âEh? What do you mean you canât help me unpack today, Sugu?â you hold the phone between your ear and shoulder, as you rip open the tape on yet another box you had hauled into the proper room to unpack, âyou told meââÂ
âI told you Iâd help you unpack if I had time. But now, Iâm stuck at work until the evening,â you heard your cousin sigh over the phone, âBut donât worry â youâll have helpââÂ
Youâre too busy trying to rip the tape off as you rip into Suguru to notice the door creaking open behind you, âSuguru, I swear to god if youâre sending a total random stranger to help meââÂ
âNot a total stranger,â a voice says behind you, and your head whips around so quick, you nearly drop your phone, gripping it, âunless not seeing me for years makes me one,âÂ
A mess of white locks and sunglasses tilted downward to reveal a hint of his cerulean eyes that you could never forget â but still, you barely recognize the man that has them. Even if the grin on his lips with the lilting sound of his voice told you that he very much recognized you.Â
âSatoru?â Suguruâs explanation falls on deaf ears, as Satoruâs eyes donât bother to take in your new place, all too focused on you, hands slipping into his pockets, âyouââÂ
He steps forward and plucks the phone from your fingers, âYo Suguru, I told you itâd be better as a surprise,â and you gape at him, as his grin curls wider, âyeah, yeah, I didnât take the phone to have you lecturing me â I get enough of that from my dad,â and Suguru says something that makes Satoruâs cheeks flush, and he hangs up, before his attention returns to you, âso, shall we unpack?âÂ
A few minutes turns into hours of hauling boxes inside and then unpacking them. Itâs relatively silent, surprisingly for Satoru. The silence was a far cry from the boy who couldnât shut up for two seconds, telling you about the test he aced or something stupid that one of his classmates said or asking you about your day.Â
Instead you watch him haul boxes like they were filled with styrofoam and air from the truck outside, and then lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, a flash of his abs shiny with perspiration. Your eyes dart away, suddenly incredibly fascinated with the contents of this box of kitchenware you opened up, cheeks burning, wondering when did the little boy you looked after become a man?Â
âPrincess, where do you want this?â Satoru lifts a box, and you canât see the writing on it from the angle he picks it up.Â
âDo you still have to call me Princess?â The embarrassing nickname your aunt had given you still stuck â the one that Suguru would always tease you with, while Satoruâs decidedly lacked any malice, âmy aunt only called me that because she wanted a girl so bad,âÂ
âIs that why Suguru is growing out his hair now? Trying to fulfill her dreams?â You snort, as you walk over to him, âit still fits you regardless of the reason Princess,âÂ
Youâre close, even with the box providing glancing around the box until you find it scrawled on the box underneath his arm â his veryâŠmuscular arm, veins bulging and muscles tense underneath the weight of the boxâ
âSo this is stuff for my bedroom, you can just leave it on the floor, itâs right over here,â you lead him over and he places down the box, âI think thatâs mostly it, Iâm sorry Suguru made you come down here to help,âÂ
âYou donât need to apologize, I wanted to see you,â and you smile softly, âitâs been too long,âÂ
âIt really has,â and your neck strains a little with how he towered over you, âcan't believe youâre the same little boy I used to babysit,âÂ
And he rolls his eyes, âSuguru would say itâs arguable I could still use a babysitter,â and you chuckle, âIâm not so little anymore, but I wouldnât mind if you were my babysitter,âÂ
Was he? No. No, he wasnât.Â
Right?Â
âStop fucking around,â you shake your head, as you head into the kitchen, âdo you want to wash up, and then maybe Iâll order take out to thank you?â Youâre turning on the faucet.Â
You donât notice the slight pout on his lips, one he schools into a smile as you glance back at him, blinking as you find him shirtless.Â
Fuck. How was it possible for a person to be this gorgeous? Sweat slid down his body, slipping between the dips of his chest and ridges of his abs until disappearing into the fabric of his pants, or somewhere hiddenâÂ
You look away â âIâd rather take a shower. Do you mind?â And you force your voice not to come out a squeak, busying yourself with washing your hands, just so you donât have to look.Â
âYeah, of course, the bathroom is just around the corner. There should already be fresh towels inside,â and yet his steps grow closer, as you glance back, âuhââÂ
Heâs still fucking shirtless.Â
âInstead of take out, can we grab dinner somewhere? You havenât been back to the area recently so itâs a good chance to show you around,âÂ
âYou really donât have toââÂ
âI want to, Princess,â he cuts you off, reaching around you to grab a water bottle off the counter, âget ready while I clean up?âÂ
And you bite your lip, âOkay, okay,â and he grins back, a glimpse of the little boy that beams at you when youâd praise him for a high mark on a test.Â
âItâs a date!â And heâs off, disappearing into the bathroom, and youâre left there, wondering â what had you gotten yourself into?Â
~~~
âSo,â Satoru lifts a spoonful of his dessert â a fruit parfait with a sugar coma inducing amount of whipped cream â and you were almost relieved to see some things about him hadnât changed. How many times had you scolded him as a kid not to eat so much sugar â and he still hasnât kicked the habit. You bit back your chuckle, as he spoke, âdid you get dumped?âÂ
You almost choke on your drink, as you splutter for a moment, before glaring at him.Â
And yet the more they stayed the same.Â
âI see youâre as subtle as you were when you were 11,â you mutter, setting your drink down, as you wipe your mouth with a napkin. Satoru tilts his head, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.Â
âSo you dumped him?â He leans back, âI didnât know you had such high standards,â your cheeks burn, distracting yourself with becoming enthralled in the menu â Satoru had dragged you to a hole in the wall barbecue place (after your insistence that you didnât want anything fancy after unpacking for hours).Â
âHow did you know I brokeââ and you cut yourself off at the obviousness of the answer, slapping another piece of meat on the grill, the sizzle punctuated by your words, âIâm going to murder him,âÂ
âWell, youâre in the right place to dispose of his body,â Satoru licks the spoon clean, before sticking it back in the whipped cream, âwhy did you break up with him?âÂ
You shrugged, âI realized he was a narcissistic prick who only wanted me as a trophy,â and Satoru whistled lowly, âIâm done with dating losers. And dating in general,âÂ
âI donât think you should give up on dating just because you had a few bad experiences,â his voice grows soft, âyou deserve to be happy and taken care of, even if you have bad taste,âÂ
And you pout, âI donât have-â and he tilts his head, and you lift a few pieces of meat from the grill onto your plate, tongs clattering slightly as you set it down, âfuck, I do,â you groan, shaking your head, âthatâs why I had to get out of there. Just needed a fresh start you know?âÂ
âSometimes thatâs just what you need,â and your lips curl.Â
âSounds like you speak from experience,â and his eyes flit up to yours, gleaming in the low light of the restaurant, cerulean irises catching the drops of light like comets across his gaze.Â
âDonât know what you mean, Princess,â he busies himself with his parfait, and you scoff.Â
âCome on, half the girls in this place are glaring at me while I sit here, the waitress has been flirting with you, and now they had brought you out the biggest dessert that Iâm starting to wonder if they even serve it here,â he spares a glance around, several gasps from giggling girls who avert their gazes, before his eyes are back on you.Â
âJealous?â You roll your eyes â he wasnât lacking for ego at least.Â
âMore like wondering what a guy like you is still doing single,â and he sighs, leaning back, with a tilt of his head.Â
âYou sure are curious about me,â and his gaze softens for a moment, while he picks at his dessert, scooping the strawberry off the top, âthereâs only really been one person that I really wanted,â his tone grew more serious, lips in a bittersweet smile, âbut sheâs never really looked me like that,âÂ
âDonât tell me itâs one of those things where she rejected you and you have to have her now,â and he chuckles, shaking his head, gaze far too wistful.Â
His words are slow, as slow as the ice melting in your glass, âItâs more of if I donât have her, I donât want anyone else,â and your heart squeezed â would you ever have someone care so deeply for you?Â
âThen why havenât you said anything?â you picked up another piece of meat off the grill, âanyone would be lucky to be with you,â and you meant it â he was blunt, but also kind, sweet, not to mention rich and you flushed as you thought back to his hiked up shirt â good looking.Â
But he only stares back at you, tilting his head â expression unreadable, an emotion you canât grasp before itâs hidden under his gazeâs tempered waters, âAre you included, Princess?âÂ
Thereâs a pause, as you almost chuckle, but your laugh dying in your throat at his expression â that same smirk, but the way he looks at you stops your mind in its tracks â only one word rolling around in your head: what?Â
And your brow furrows, your lips parting in a response you donât have â only questions, ones you donât get to ask as Suguru slides in beside you.Â
âSorry, Iâm late,â Suguru sighs, the moment broken, and you donât catch Satoruâs expression, too distracted by your cousin, âgot stuck in a staff meeting,âÂ
âI told you academia is hell,â you elbow him, and Suguru rolls his eyes, as he shrugs off his suit coat, âwere these meetings the reasons you got held up or are they just an excuse so you didnât have to help me?âÂ
âWho said it canât be both?â And he earns a smack to his shoulder, your attention turning back to Satoru, his gaze fixed outside.Â
âYouâre unusually quiet, Satoruâ Suguru kicks him lightly under the table, ânot like you,âÂ
He looks at you first â and you grasp the emotion he had hid before â what was it? Sadness? Longing? â right before itâs gone again as he slides his mask back on, grinning as he always does.Â
âWhat can I say? The view outside is much better than your ugly mug,â and the two of them begin to bicker, and you lean back in your seat, a smile pulling at your lips, even as you glanced back at Satoru.Â
And now you wondered if you would ever get an answer to your questions. Or maybe, you sipped your drink, it was better not to have it answered at all.Â
~~~
Satoru Gojo was eleven years old when he fell in love with you. It was from the moment he met you.Â
And there hasnât been anyone else since.Â
He supposed it was inevitable in a way â since Suguru was his best friend, and his first, and when his family finally decided to enroll him in school, instead opting for private tutors, for the social aspect of making connections, of course. Because what else was your eleven year old son good for then helping to make future business deals easier?Â
But Satoru made friends with the one person who couldnât help their deals â Suguru Geto, one of the only scholarship students in the entire school. And Satoruâs want to avoid spending his days with servants or on the rare occasion, dealing with his dadâs lecture for getting in another âdisagreementâ with one of his classmates (that ended with that classmate crying after Satoru evaded his punch and kicked him in the shin), ended up with him at Suguruâs place. A lot.Â
Then soon enough, he was spending most of his summers there too. And thatâs when he saw you.Â
âYou said your cousinâs here? Is she nice?â Satoru asked, taking off his shoes, as Suguru shut the door behind them.Â
âShe is, except when sheâs being a pain about homework. And when she gets mad, she reminds me of my mom,â Suguru grimaced, as he walked past him, calling out for you. You rounded the corner, book in hand, and Satoruâs eyes grew wide.Â
âHey Sugu, you brought a friend?â You walked over, still clad in your high school uniform, before introducing yourself, and offering him a warm smile, âitâs nice to meet you. Iâm Suguruâs cousin,âÂ
Satoru didnât know what this feeling was â and he wouldnât until a few more summers passed, and his hormones kicked in â but all he knew was that he would do anything to see you smile like that at him again. And he did â he would spend as much time as he could with you â talking to you about a test he aced, about something funny that happened at school, or even ratting on Suguru about what he was up to (earning him many knocks to the head by his best friend). But every time you smiled or laughed, it was worth it â worth every second he spent counting down the time to summer break so he could see you again.Â
But he didnât know his seconds would run out so soon â and he only learned one random day going home with Suguru, from a snippet of a conversation he had with his mom.Â
âI know, I know sheâs coming next week,â Satoruâs interest hadnât been peaked by Suguruâs conversation until then, because he knew exactly who they were talking about. After all, you always came right at the start of break, and finally he could see you again â and maybe this time, he could tell you how he felt.Â
âI know, I know itâs her last time here so it has to be perfect,â and Satoruâs head snapped back to Suguru, last time? âI will,â and Suguru hangs up, a sigh on his lips, âmy mom is being so annoying about my cousin. So what itâs her last time staying with us? It doesnât mean we have toââÂ
âWhat do you mean itâs her last time?â Satoru kept his tone steady and slow, even as his heart thrummed against his ribs as if it was a xylophone, âshe always comes every summerââÂ
âOf high school,â Suguru corrected him, âshe is applying to university this year â most of them are abroad, and it seems likely she wonât be back in Japan, not for a while,â Suguru continued to complain on their way back to his place, but all Satoru could do was think about you.Â
It was your last summer with him. His last chance to make a move, to be something more than your younger cousinâs friend. His last chance to make you see him as a man, not a kid.Â
He had to confess, his fingers curled into fists, before the end of the summer. He would make you his girlfriend â one way or another.Â
And he did confess back then, Satoru thought, as he picked up a photo, wrinkled and yellowed at the corners, a picture that Suguruâs mom had taken of you and him the summer you had left. A candid of him and you looking at each other â one that Suguruâs mom had slipped to him with a knowing smile and a wink (one that had mortified him as a teenager).Â
He was always looking at you â no matter where he was, his eyes always found your form, a magnet to its opposite pole, and he didnât know how to stop you from drawing him in. It had been over a decade and he still couldnât.Â
He stared at your smiling face, the very same face that had looked at you with a smile fading to confusion this evening. He had gotten so close to asking you â to telling you how he felt â and he flips to the next picture, a scowl on his face as a picture of him and Suguru with his smug smile stared back at him. If only fucking Suguru hadnât interrupted.Â
He shook his head, flipping back to his picture of you. This wasnât the summer and he wasnât a kid anymore. And you werenât out of his reach, bound for another country across the ocean. No, you were here â only a short drive away.Â
And he made a promise to himself â he would get you to fall in love with him, before the end of this summer.Â
~~~
You hate first days.Â
âDid you see the guy waiting outside?â one woman whispered not so softly as you passed by.Â
âYeah looks like heâs waiting for her,â the otherâs lips formed a frown but only to hide her smirk.Â
From the time you were a kid, your first day of school was something you had all the time from your family moving around. You were always the new kid â the one who would be met with wide eyes and curiosity, only to be tossed aside a few days later.Â
But this was a fresh start that you had wanted â a new job far away from where you had started, with new responsibilities â a first day you had looked forward to, until it went so downhill.Â
And it was all your exâs fault.Â
You texted Suguru â is it too early to quit on the first day?Â
He replies, well itâs been four hours, think youâve lasted through one of my dadâs long winded stories longer than that. What happened?Â
You glanced outside towards the front of the building. It was more like âwho happened?âÂ
It was an innocuous enough morning, of introductions, trainings, orientation, and finally computer set up. You were rifling through your paperwork, trying to figure out what sheet looked the least daunting when someone called for you.Â
âThereâs someone looking for you outside the lobby,â you saw a flurry of looks shared and smirks shot in your direction, and when you arrived downstairs you knew why.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
You couldnât help it. You bursted outside, âwhat are you doing here?â It was your ex â the very same ex who had started at the same overseas company after you both graduated and the one you had. And again, had chosen to follow you here.Â
âWaiting for you to change yer mind,â Naoya tilts his head, hands in his pocket, âand I know you will, because you love me,â he raises his voice to catch the eye of several passerby, and you grab his wrist, dragging him away.Â
âFuck off,â you hiss under your breath, âI told you itâs over, and donât you have a fucking job?âÂ
âDid you forget? Iâm rich, another reason ya canât do better than me,â Naoyaâs lips curl into that same grin, one you knew as charming once, until you saw past his pretty pink lips and glimpsed the sharp fangs behind them, âI took time off. Did ya think it was a coincidence we ended up at the same company?âÂ
You gritted your teeth, âNaoyaââ and he breaks from your grip, instead his fingers dig into your wrist.Â
âAll ya are is me. All that you have is me. And all you will have is me,â he dared closer, breath warming your lips, as he took hold of your other wrist and tugged you close, âthe sooner you accept that, the better, doll,âÂ
âDoll.â The term of endearment you had seen as precious to you. Something you always loved to hear roll off his tongue, the word you had learned to learned to reply to, even more than your own name. The one you regarded with such love had burned, burned until the flames licked your skin and knew what it really meant â a doll with strings, one he was meant to be the master of.Â
âDonât call me that,â you rip your hands away, âleave. Youâre embarrassing yourself,âÂ
âAm I?â He tilts his head, jerking his head in the direction of your building where your offices had a clear view of this, âor am I just embarrassing you?âÂ
You stared out the window for a moment and you knew he was still out there â judging but the way your phone was on the verge of suicide by notification, he was still very much there. And now, all people would know of you is the new worker with a crazy stalker ex.Â
Iâm calling the police, Suguruâs text popped up, whatâs your workplaceâs address?Â
You think I hadnât thought of that, Sugu? You sigh, heâs not doing anything. Heâs on a public sidewalk. They canât do anything to him.Â
Another text: when do you get out? You glance at the time, seeing another two coworkers whisper to each other, stealing looks.Â
An eternity â In another two hours.Â
Iâll handle it. Just wait in the lobby after work. And you frown.Â
Sugu, I can handle it. I donât need you to come down here.Â
You always fought your battles. You didnât need anything else to â or anyone else to pick them for you. Not even your baby cousin â no matter how sweet his intentions were.Â
Donât worry. Iâm not coming down. And you frown, staring at the text, before your phone rings, and you groan as âAssistant Directorâ flashes on the screen. Â
You were so fired.Â
You werenât â as you shut the door of his office behind you. However, he did advise you that this company had a strict no nonsense policy and did want personal drama to be dredged up in the office. And you were given the day to sort out your âmess.âÂ
You scrub a hand down your face, but it wasnât even your mess, and how would you fix it? He wasnât going to listen to you. You sit at your desk, packing up your bag for the day. And your phone vibrates.Â
Come down.Â
You hesitate, But heâs still downstairs.Â
Just go.Â
Fuck. You sling your bag over your shoulder, piercing eyes digging into your back, vultures circling an already dead carcass, whispering still even as the elevators doors shut.Â
And you almost wish they never opened when you see whatâs waiting for you outside.Â
Fuck.Â
You grit your teeth, stomach in absolute knots as if to brace yourself for the complete shitstorm youâre about to deal with.Â
âSatoru?âÂ
Satoru Gojo leaned back against his expensive (likely imported) car, shiny as it was new, sunglasses glinting in the light, but not brighter than the grin he gives you. He holds out your favorite drink, a tilt of his head.Â
âAre you ready to go?âÂ
You glance around, as he places the drink in your hand, âBut what aboutââ
âLet go of me!âÂ
Satoruâs lips curl, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, âOh, Iâve gotten him handled,âÂ
Naoya stood between two men restraining him, both in suits, as his face contorted in anger, veins bulging, eyes darting between the two of you, âDo you know who I am? Iâm the heir to the Zenin Corporation â you cannot treat me like this. Iâll have youââÂ
âHeir? Really?â Satoru stepped forward, blocking him from your view, âis that right? I thought the Zenin hadnât decided announced a successor yet,âÂ
You furrow your brow â how does Satoruâ but then youâre being put into a car with Satoruâs arm curled around your waist, as he opens the door and tucks you into the passenger seat.Â
And now you wonât know. At least not now.Â
Naoya scoffed, âAnd who are you to know anything aboutââÂ
âHave you heard of the Six Eyes Corp,â and Naoyaâs eyes narrow, âyou should have because we account for a large chunk of your business. And if that support were to disappear,â he flashes his blue eyes at him over the rim of his sunglasses, âIâd hate to tell them itâs because of this,âÂ
âYou fucking liar, like you could tell anyone anythingââÂ
Satoru chuckles, âYouâre right, I am a liar,â he runs his fingers through his hair, âI donât need to tell anyone. Except my father,âÂ
Naoyaâs sneer fades into confusion, his eyes narrowed, âDonât fucking tell meââÂ
âThen I wonât,â he steps forward, hands slipping into his pockets, âbut if you ever step in her presence again,â he jerks his head towards you in his car, âthen I will, and you donât wanna know what happens if I do,â he steps in front of Naoya, back blocking your view so you donât see him grab Naoyaâs wrist, blue eyes aflame with something far deeper than anger, âbecause it will much worse,â he squeezes Naoyaâs wrist hard making him flinch as he grits his teeth at Satoruâs smiling face, âwho knows? Maybe Iâll break your wrist next time.âÂ
He turns around, waving off the guards, as he makes his way back to his car, sliding into the driverâs seat, smile fading to concern.Â
âAre you alright, Princess?â Youâre watching those people drag Naoya away, his hateful gaze trying and failing to get a last look at you as the guard takes a hand to the back of his head to force his gaze forward.Â
âWhere are they taking him?âÂ
Satoru starts the car, the quiet rumble of the engine filling the silence of his pause, âjust to the proper authorities. He wonât bother you again,âÂ
You bit your bottom lip, eyes burning with tears â and you donât know whether if itâs embarrassment or relief, âIâm sorryââÂ
âDonât finish that sentence,â and your eyes slide to his, a soft smile on his lips, âyou donât have anything to be sorry about. Or to thank me for,â he cuts you off as your lips part, âis your wrist okay?âÂ
You glance down and see the slight redness still lingered, a final parting gift, and your other hand closes over the wrist, âit hurts a little, but Iâll ice it when I get home,âÂ
âWeâll go to a hospital to have it looked at,â and youâre shaking your head.Â
âI donât want to sitââÂ
âThen Iâll hire a doctor to come see you,â and you stare at him, as he rolls to a stop at a red lightâŠis that a pout? âI just want you to be ok, Princess, please,âÂ
You bite back a small smile, and ignore the flutter in your heart, âFine, you win, letâs go to a walk-in clinic,â and you spot his shoulders relax, âbut itâs not really fair when you give me your infamous pout,âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, ââInfamous?ââÂ
âYou used to whip that out all the time on me and on my aunt when you were a kid â it did always work,âÂ
âNot always,â he replies, as he turns into the parking for the walk-in clinic, âin fact, I remember a time that it specifically did not work,âÂ
âAnd when was that?â You tilt your head.Â
And he smiles, âWhen I asked you to be my girlfriend,â and you furrow your brow, nearly forgetting the memory, until it hits you.Â
âOh my god, the last summer I spent here,â you covered your mouth with the tips of your fingers, a chuckle on your lips, âyou were very direct,âÂ
âI could say the same about you,â and you roll your eyes.Â
âYou were a kid. You were way too young for me, you know that,â you unbuckle your seatbelt, âplus now I bet you could get any person you want. Thatâs why I was surprised why you didnât have a girlfriend,â
âLike I said, thereâs only one woman in the world for me,â his eyes find yours, cerulean bathed in sunlight, light catching across his irises, âand only one woman I ever wanted to be with,â
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
No, no, that couldnât be it â you couldnât be her, not after all this timeâ
You blink, âSatoru, you donâtââÂ
âWell our age difference isnât a problem anymore is it?â Your brain is struggling to process, lips parting with no words, âPrincess,â his fingers brush yours, gently grazing your hand, as your gaze finds his again, âwhen are you going to take me seriously?âÂ
âSatoruââÂ
âJust donât say no,â Satoru cuts you off, pulling his hand away, âdonât say no and think about it,â you open your mouth only to waver at the sight of the pout on his lips and you sigh.Â
It was hard to say no, especially right now.Â
âOkay I wonât say no,â you slip from the car, lips breaking into a wide grin, before sticking your head inside, âdonât smile like that. Itâs not a yes,â you huff, cheeks burning and stomach erupting in butterflies.Â
âNot yet,â Satoru says as you shut the door, ânot yet, Princess.âÂ
~~~
âHuh? You did what?âÂ
You loved your aunt. You really did. She and her husband had taken you in when your parents were too busy working to properly take care of you during the summers. But times like this reminded youâ
â-she truly was her motherâs sister.Â
âWell your mother was telling me that you havenât dated anyone since youâve been backââÂ
âIt's only been a month!â You had barely finished getting unpacked, and in fact, you still had at least five boxes still stacked up in the closet, âIâm not interested in dating, Iâm trying to focus on work,â you rubbed the back of your head, ânew topic, please,â as you sip on your drink.Â
And after the debacle Naoya had caused, you needed to â you had put up with the whispers and stares for a few days, but since Naoya had stayed away, the rumors faded with time. Now things had died down for the most part. Except forâ
âHas Satoru still been picking you up?â You nearly do a spit take, but instead you choke down the water, coughing, âeh? Are you okay, honey?âÂ
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â your cheeks burn at the thought of Satoru â he was always a bold kid, but you didnât think heâd confess to being in love with you all this time. Especially now as a man â and not a kid, âyeah heâs still picking me up,âÂ
When he had confessed to you all those years ago as a young teenager, you had thought nothing of it. Except that it was a crush on his best friendâs older cousin â something that would pass easily with time. You hadnât even thought of it in all these years.Â
But now, you couldnât stop thinking about him.Â
Especially when he kept showing up to pick you up from work. And now you were stirring other sorts of rumors.Â
After he had taken you to the walk-in clinic, he had driven you home, making sure to check if your place was secure enough, and that you werenât too shaken up.Â
âAre you sure you donât want me to drop you off to Suguruâs?â he had asked, crossing his arms, âI could also drag his ass here, he owes me anyway,âÂ
âNo, no Iâm really fine,â you chewed your lip, looking down, âyou sure heâs not going to come back?â and he leans down, forcing you to meet his gaze, as he tilts his head.Â
âSweetheart, you think Iâd even leave your place if I thought there was a chance of him coming back?â he offers you a smile, and you scoff softly, shaking your head, âtrust me, he wonât be bothering you again, not while Iâm around,â and he added, âand Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
And you didnât know what to do with the promise in his words. Because you knew he meant that â in more than one way.Â
But even so, he hadnât brought up his confession â not once.Â
âHeâs so sweet isnât he? Suguru is always so busy but Satoruâs making time to pick you instead,â your aunt gushes, and you shake your head, your aunt did have a habit of being a little hard on her son, âby the way, would you mind stopping by the house today?âÂ
âWhyâs that?âÂ
And well, how did you end up here?Â
You stood in front of the entrance to a very expensive looking building with a very intimidating doorman, with a large tote bag full of food that your aunt had insisted you drop off. She had given you his address, but by the time you arrived, you realized that you didnât even have his number. And now Suguru or your aunt werenât picking up their phones.Â
Fuck.Â
You were internally debating whether to talk to the doorman or to just go home and deal with this another time, when you heard someone speak behind you.Â
âLooking for someone?â You jump slightly, whirling when you see Satoru, hands in his pockets, a smile on his lips, as he lifts his sunglasses to meet your gaze, âdidnât think Iâd find you hanging outside my apartment building, princess,âÂ
âWell, you show up outside my workplace and Iâll be showing up outside your apartment building,â the words leave your mouth without much thought, as your cheeks burn at the implication, âI meanââÂ
âIs that supposed to discourage me from picking you up?â he grins, âDoesnât sound like a bad deal to me,âÂ
You roll your eyes, before holding up the bag, âMy aunt asked me to drop off some dishes for you. Sheâs worried youâre eating too many sweets,âÂ
He takes the bag from your hand, fingers brushing, as he shakes his head, âI shouldnât have ever told her that I had cake for dinner,â and you snort, unable to hide your giggles, âwhatâs so funny?âÂ
âI can see a lot about you has changed, but your sweet tooth is just as bad as when you were a kid,â and you see him scratch the back of his head, âis your favorite dessert still mochi?âÂ
âYou still remember that about me?â A smile pulling at his lips, and your cheeks burn, but you refuse to waver.Â
âWell, itâs hard to forget you threw up all over the rug when you ate too many,â You bite back a smile when you spot the tips of his ears burn red, as he gapes at you.Â
âDid you have to bring that up?â He mutters, a small pout on his lips, and you snort, as he canât help the curl of his lips, ânow, câmon,â his fingers brush the small of your back.Â
âSatoru, whereââ but his hand is firm as he guides you towards his building.Â
He flashes you a grin as he signs you in with the doorman, âDo you think Iâd let you come all this way without staying for dinner?âÂ
~~~
âDo you want anything to drink?â Satoruâs penthouse was nothing less than immaculate â high ceilings, pristine floors, and an interior designed living space. You swore in some places it was still shiny â and you felt very out of place in your casual wear for the weekend.Â
âJust a water,â you reply, as he opens his refrigerator and you raise an eyebrow at the fully stocked compartments, âwow,â you murmur, and heâs pulling a water and a fancy looking juice out of it.Â
âWhat was that?â He raises a brow, and you stammer a moment, âcâmon princess, share with the class,âÂ
âJust surprised your refrigerator isnât just stuffed with just desserts, sweets, and ice cream,â and he hands you your water, before sitting beside you, spread out on the couch, as he always was.Â
âOh it is, itâs just very well hidden,â and you snort, as he throws his arm over the back of the couch, âI may be an adult but Iâm not going to be a boring old geezer like my father,âÂ
âI donât think I could ever see you becoming boring, Satoru,â you chuckle, and he tilts his head.Â
âIs that a rare compliment from you, princess?â And his grin only makes your cheeks warm, as you roll your eyes.
âMore like an observation,â you reply, as your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out to check â who would be messaging you now?Â
Oh fuck.Â
âYou ok there?âÂ
No, no you werenât. Because your lovely aunt had given your number to a prospective match, and now he was texting you. A lot.Â
âItâs nothing,â you sigh, shaking your head, putting your phone on âdo not disturb.â You would have dinner first, and then youâd murder your aunt after dessert, âdo you want me to help take out dinner?âÂ
âYou expect me to believe you donât hire a chef to make these sides?â The food was spread out across the table, many of the dishes your aunt had made plated and presented, but along with sides that Satoru had made, âSuguru had made it seem as if the only thing you ever made was microwave ramen,âÂ
âWell jokes on him, I burned it the one time I tried,â he grinned, âbut I did learn to cook, I just never bothered to cook for Suguru,âÂ
âAnd whyâs that?â You take a bite of the pickled radish he had prepared.Â
âBecause Iâm not trying to impress him, am I?â And you nearly choke slightly, as you manage to swallow, âyou should know Iâm so much more than a pretty face, Princess,âÂ
You sigh, âSatoruââ
âHave you thought about what I said at all?âÂ
And you had. A lot more than you cared to admit. Especially after all he had done. Everything he had to Naoya to defend you. And just about him â how sweet heâs been, how protective, how kind, and how youâd like nothing more than to do the same for himâ
ButâŠ
âI have, but Satoru, our agesââÂ
âWeâre both adults. We both graduated. We havenât seen each other in over a decade,â his leg brushes yours as he shifts closer, âare you telling me you donât feel anything?âÂ
You didnât know how to answer that â not when you didnât really know yourself. And you always knew the answer â you knew you wanted to study abroad, you knew you had to leave Naoyaâs company, and you knew you wanted to live here â so why was this the one time you didnât? And why was he the one thing you were unsure of?Â
You bite your bottom lip, âBut, Suguruââ and he scoffs softly.Â
âAre you really thinking about Suguru right now?â he asks, âor would you rather date the guy blowing up your phone earlier?âÂ
Your eyebrows knit together, âHow did you knowââÂ
âWell I know itâs not Naoya, and I heard from Suguru that your aunt wanted to set you up,â fucking Suguruâand your lips twist into a pout, he tilts his head, not bothering to hide his smile, âif you dated me, you could get your aunt off your back,â he muses, leaning against his elbow, âshe always did say I was family, and Iâm not looking to be your brother,âÂ
Your cheeks burn at his words, âSatoru,â
âThink about it, Princess, you donât have to give me an answer now,â but his eyes flicker to your phone, âbut I know youâll find me once you meet any one of these guys your aunt sets you up with,âÂ
You grimace at your phone, picking it up to see the messages from the guy your aunt had given your number to, âfuck,â you murmur, locking your phone before tossing it away, an image of you trapped at a dinner across the most boring man alive. And then you glance up at Satoru, still a smug smile on his lips, and then back to your phone.Â
âWhatâs your plan?âÂ
~~~
âSo, I heard you turned down the boy I gave your number to,âÂ
Your aunt hardly pulled punches.Â
She never did when you and Suguru were growing up â she always knew what the two of you got up to, even if you were both sure she could never find out â she always did. Even the one time that the two of you had snuck out to get ramen on a late night, Suguruâs parents were in a dead sleep â but by the time you both snuck back in, she was waiting for both of you in the hallway. But this time, she wasnât even leading with a wind-up before swinging.Â
And then she adds, eyes narrowing, âHe said you declined because youâre dating someone,âÂ
She was going for the kill.Â
She turns to grab the whistling tea kettle, turning it off, before pouring the hot water into two cups. You force yourself not to bite your bottom lip, the smallest tell was dangerous, even with her back turned, âIs there anything he didnât tell you?â Sheâs placing the tea cups one by one on the tray, as if laying out her pieces on a board only to corner you.Â
Your aunt frowns, âHis mother told me,â great, even better â he was a mommaâs boy, and now you were starting to wonder just how many bullets did you dodge, âare you seeing someone?âÂ
You were beginning to regret this plan â and you donât know why you let Satoru talk you into it.Â
âYou want me to do what?â You stared at Satoru as if he had suggested going diving with sharks, which is not far from what he was suggesting, âtell my aunt that weâre together. No way,âÂ
âAw, am I that embarrassing to date, Princess?â And you roll your eyes.Â
âYes, for me,â and heâs tilting his head, âmy aunt will immediately tell my uncle and Suguru â and I donât know which one of them would kill you first,â your uncle wasnât one for words or conflict, but he had a soft spot for you â and a fist for anyone that tried to come date you without his approval.Â
âEh? Doesnât Uncle like me?â And you snort, the one sided conversations that Satoru had with your uncle that usually ended with your uncle excusing himself to get away from that âannoying moron.âÂ
âHe doesnât hate you but,â you choose your words carefully, âhe doesnât prefer you,âÂ
Satoru scoffs, crossing his arms, âWell Auntie loves me, and I had a plan for this,â and she did, she had quite the soft spot for Satoru, ever since he was a kid. You couldnât exactly blame her â he looked like an angel, even if the words that left his mouth made it seem like the contrary, his fingers brushing against a strand of your hair, âand soon Iâll make you love me too,âÂ
Fucking cocky bastard, you thought to yourself, cheeks burning at the thought of the smirk on his lips, but youâre jarred back to reality as you hear the clattering of cups and spoons. Â
âI am,â you reply, and your auntâs head whips around, the clinking of the glasses cutting through the pause, âitâs new,â you add, as she sets down the tea cups, placing the tea dispensers in each one, âI wasnât sure if I should say anything,âÂ
âWhy wouldnât you? This is wonderful,â she blinked, and her brow wrinkles, âunless itâs that Naoyaââ you flinch at the thought of him.Â
âNo, Iâm done with him,â you wave her off quickly, wrinkling your nose at the thought of that bastard, grabbing the tea cup, the scent of green tea wafting from the steam that warmed your face, as you blew air to cool it off, âitâs someone I reconnected with here,âÂ
Your aunt raises an eyebrow, âSo soon? Is it someone from work?â Again, is the word she implies with the sentence, a sharp tone that nicked your armor.Â
âNo, it isnât,â and sheâs sipping her tea, and you take a sip only to burn your tongue, âbut he is younger,âÂ
âThatâs not a problem if heâs not too much younger â how old is he?â and this was exactly why you hadnât wanted to tell your aunt, it was more of an interrogation than a conversation.Â
âHeâs about Suguruâs age,â and sheâs tilting her head, âSuguru introduced us,â and that wasnât a lie â it was true â both in the past and now.Â
âReally? And Sugu is okay with you dating his friend?â Your aunt may be gossip and a meddler, but she wasnât a fool, your hesitation is your end, âand I assume youâre telling me all this to get me off your case and to ask not to tell Suguru,â she sighs.Â
âAuntieââÂ
âYou know I donât like lying for either of youââÂ
âButââÂ
âNo, I canâtââÂ
âHow about lying for me?â Satoru stands in the doorway, head tilted, a smile on his lips. And your aunt blinks before she slowly puts the puzzle pieces together, a mix of emotions crossing her expression â confusion, disbelief, and maybe a hint of joy, before she settled on a neutralÂ
âSatoruââÂ
He frowns, âAuntie, you know Suguru will kill me for dating his cousin, please,â and then he does what he does best â pouting.Â
And your aunt breaks â with a one hit-KO.Â
âYou must have been blessed by some needlessly annoying god,â you murmur as he walks you back to your place, sun gleaming as it gave off its last rays of light before setting for the night, âbecause I donât know how you still get her to fall for that,âÂ
âI was born blessed,â and you snort, as you catch sight of his smile out of the corner of your eye, âand speaking of which, whenâs our first date?âÂ
âStraight to the point, huh?â You stop walking, hands in your pockets, âSatoruââÂ
âDonât tell me youâre about to launch into another speech about how you canât date me,â he gives an exaggerated sigh, âI could go back to your aunt and tell her how you broke my heart and let her pull out list of aunties who have sons who are excited to meet youââÂ
âAlright, fine, a date, but one thing first,â you step close to him, making his breath catch, pretty blues finding your gaze, the very same he would love to get lost in, before they flicker down to your lips. And he swears you can probably hear his heart beating out of his chest, thumping at the bony bars of his ribcage, and he hates it, hates how you have him twisted around your finger without trying, âPrincessââÂ
You reach for him, fingers nearly about to brush his cheek, his eyes fluttering, before you flick his forehead, âow!âÂ
âI was just going to ask when our first date is going to be, but if you rather I go on a bunch of blind datesââ and heâs shaking his head, rubbing his forehead all the same, âthen do you have any ideas?âÂ
He grins, âPlenty, but thereâs one in particular.âÂ
~~~~
âAn amusement park?âÂ
He sat next to you, driving, hand on the console and you couldnât help but brush your arm against his each time you moved â and you felt as if he did it on purpose.Â
He raises an eyebrow, stealing a glance out of the corner of his eye, âUh-huh, got a problem, Princess?âÂ
âNo Iâm just surprised, we went to plenty of these as kids,â you glanced at him, his eyes concentrated on the road, fingers curling a little tighter around the steering wheel.Â
You had raised an eyebrow at his choice, but now that you were hereâŠit wasnât a bad pick.Â
You hadnât been to one in years â not since your summers with Suguru. The screams in the distance told you there was a rollercoaster not far off, the syrupy sweetness of sugar somehow emanated from every inch of air, and the park was filled to the brim with families and couples.Â
You glance at Satoru, a plain t-shirt and shorts, and somehow he still looked as if he stepped off a page of a menâs style magazine. He looked around, his eyes landing on a vendor selling cotton candy, and you hid your chuckle.Â
âCâmon,â you took his hand, leading him over without a second thought, and youâre grabbing a giant cotton candy for him, made into a flower by the vendor. Satoruâs practically vibrating with excitement, slinking his hand around to sneak the vendor money before you even had a chance, âI wanted to payââÂ
âYou think Iâd make my date pay?â He takes a bite out of his cotton candy, sugar sticking to his lips even as he nearly inhales a petal, âeven the arranged set ups should do that much,â but itâs hard to take him seriously with blue sugar all over his mouth, âwhat?âÂ
You snort, grabbing a wet nap from your purse,âWell, youâd be surprised,â and you wipe his face, fingers cupping his chin, âsome guys are a little immature,â and he stares back, and you swear you see a flush settle over his cheeks, before he turns away to wipe his lips.Â
âNot me,â he mumbles, tips of his ears burning red, and you bite your bottom lip, cute.Â
âShould we find a ride to go on?â he immediately grins at that, offering his arm this time, and you take it, a smile tugging at your lips.Â
Maybe this wasnât so bad after all.Â
~~~
Oh you were wrong.Â
So wrong.Â
âI changed my mind, I donât want to get on,â and before you can leave a hand catches you by the wrist gently, blue eyes judging over his rimless sunglasses, âSatoruââÂ
âItâs just a rollercoaster,â just a rollercoaster? No, it was literally your death. You stared up at the contraption above you, the echoing screams growing louder as the line crept forward â akin to a rickety boat that Charon would wade you across into hell itself.Â
âNo, I canâtââ you shake your head.Â
âCâmon it wonât be that badââÂ
âSo you admit itâs going to be bad,â and heâs biting back a smile, âwhat?âÂ
âI just never really saw you being scared of anything, Princess,â he sighed loudly, âI guess Iâll have to ride it all alone,â but that only serves to make many women (and men) stare at him as if to offer him their company.Â
âYou have options,â and he shakes his head, his hand outstretched as the two of you enter the final stretch of the line.Â
âLike I said, sweetheart, thereâs only ever been one option for me,â and your fingers graze his with several second thoughts, but when his fingers laced with yours, you knew there was no turning back.Â
âI didnât know you could scream that loud,âÂ
You grinned at a shaken up Satoru, throat probably raw and aching as he frowns, face turned away, âIâm not used to the speed, unlike you, from how I heard you drive,â and you bite back a laugh, as he fails to hide his flush from you, his ears burning red.Â
Your chuckle is a badly disguised cough, âAre you pretending to be this way to make me feel better?â You tease, and heâs crossing his arms.Â
âNo way Iâd let myself look so lame in front of you, Iâm no better than Ijichi,â and you raise an eyebrow. Ijichi was a boy in Suguru and Satoruâs class when they were kids â one that Satoru loved to complain about being slow.Â
âYou still think about him?â
âHeâs my assistant,â and you snort at the thought of Satoru still hassling that poor guy.Â
âI hope you pay him well,â heâs officially pouting again.
âI didnât know it would be that intense!â you tilt your head, as the two of you find a corner of the park thatâs not so crowded and riddled with children running amok, and you watch him down a sugary soda drink he had bought from one of the food stalls.Â
âYou act as if youâve never been to an amusement park,â heâs quiet for a second too long, and your eyebrows knit together, âbut SuguruââÂ
âYou guys would go every summer, but it was when I had my prep classes on the weekends,â he runs his fingers through his white locks, âI would have skipped when I was older, but by the time I had stopped caring what my father thought of me, you had already gone to college and Suguruâs family stopped going,âÂ
You frown â you knew Satoru didnât have the best upbringing â yes he had every opportunity at his fingertips, all the money in the world that you couldnât even fathom, but you could count the number of times heâs mentioned his parents on one hand.Â
âI was always so jealous when you guys would go,â he sighed, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, âit seems silly nowââÂ
âNo, itâs not,â you cut him off, shaking your head, âyou should have been allowed to be a kid,âÂ
He chuckles, a noise that sticks in your chest, âWell, more than anything, I wanted to go with you,â his cerulean eyes find yours, a soft smile on his lips, âthank you for indulging me, princess,âÂ
âWell, youâre the one doing me a favor, right?â you tease, getting to your feet, âcâmon we have plenty of other things to do â I saw a booth with candy apples not too far over thereââ you point, and his fingers are already finding yours as he nearly drags you along, a laugh caught in your throat as you canât help but smile at his excitement.Â
Itâs infectious, you thought as the two of you got in line, Satoru nearly vibrating with need for his sugar fix, and you shook your head, biting back a laugh, just like him.Â
~~~
âYou donât have to walk me home,â the sun had long sunk by the time you both had left, staying to catch a glimpse of the fireworks before heading back, âitâs not that far from here,âÂ
The two of you had opted to take public transport to the amusement park, knowing there would be next to nowhere to park or rather only the middle of nowhere to park. The cicadas were already beginning their symphony, filling the relative silence of the neighborhood now, except for the chatter heard from inside houses or outside in gardens.Â
âWho would carry your loot home?â and he tilts the giant plushie to show his unimpressed face, âyou barely wanted to carry this at the park, even after you begged me to win it, and I did, in one shot,âÂ
And he did, he had won you a giant polar bear plushie nearly as tall as you were in his hands, along with several bags of sweets he had bought on the way out, just to snack on tonight (and you seriously wondered if he ate anything that was not coated in mochi, chocolate, or sugar).Â
âI donât remember begging you â I asked you,â you cross your arms, and you know heâs smiling behind the bear, using the plushie to hide his goddamn smirk, âi did! I just asked if we could try to win itââÂ
âAnd I remember the phrases âpleaseâ and âi need itâ being involved in the conversation,â you felt your cheeks burn, âyou still like these things, huh?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â and he moves the polar bear under one arm, the bags in the other so you could actually see his face.Â
âYou always loved plushies, you had that one from your parents that you kept in your room with you all the timeââÂ
âPanda, I was very original with that name,â you shake your head, before your gaze turns to him, his sunglasses gleaming on his head in the low light of the streetlamps, âI canât believe you remembered that,âÂ
âThereâs barely a thing Iâd forget when it comes to you,â and you bite your lip, heart squeezing at his words, âyou look like you wanna say something, princess?âÂ
You reached the outside of your apartment building just as night fell, humidity still clinging to the thick summer air. The light of the lobby spilling out into the sidewalk through the glass doors, just as the streets grew quieter.Â
And you do â youâre not sure if you should ask it â a question posed on a precipice of uncertainty that you didnât know if you wanted to step off of. But you know you had to, at one point or another.Â
You could just go inside, brush off his question, and leave the day at that. But a nagging question had wriggled itâs way to the forefront of your mind, and you knew it wouldnât leave your mind until it left your tongue.Â
You chew on your lip, âYou say these things so easily when it comes to me, but how are you so sure?âÂ
And he shrugs, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second, âI just know,âÂ
âBut how?â Heâs shaking his head, stepping forward, until heâs a breath away, your eyes flickering from his gaze to his lips for a split second, your own air caught in your traitorous throat.Â
âInstead of wondering why I feel why I do, I think you should wonder why youâre so unsure,â and his fingers graze your cheek, tilting your chin upwards, his touch sending heat to the far reaches of your body, and heâs leaning forward. Your eyes nearly flutter shut, as his words nearly warm your lips, but no, instead they brush against your ear, âbecause if I was still just that kid to you that I was all those years ago, then why arenât you pulling away?âÂ
Your eyes blink open, as he pulls away, grin on his lips, as he hands you your polar bear plushie, âSatoruââ and you donât even know what you want to say â you want to argue, you want to say something, anything, but nothing comes out but his name.Â
âYou shouldnât let a guy get that close, Princess, especially not twice,â he sighs, lips still curled, âbecause if you let me that close again, I wonât be leaving without a kiss,âÂ
And you could only stare after him as he left â fingers touching your ear he had whispered against, lips pursing, as you huff, cheeks burning as you step inside your building, burying your face in white fluff of the polar bear that looked a little too much like someoneâs hair.Â
âIdiot.âÂ
~~~~
Youâre avoiding me.Â
Satoru wasnât wrong. You were â but not exactly on purpose. Or at least you didnât think so. It had been the third time you had turned him down in the last week. Although, todayâs wasnât intentionally so. You stewed in a corner of the bar, eyes glancing at your phone â what was really an appropriate time to leave a work-sanctioned event without looking completely anti-social?Â
It was never really fun coming to these events alone â but you knew if Satoru was here, youâd actually have a good time. You were almost surprised he hadnât shown up at your place or your work to see you â all he had done is text you. And why did that almost disappoint you?
You checked the time again, met with the notification of Satoruâs message again before you swiped it away out of sight. But he wasnât out of mind. He hadnât been for days. You rubbed at your temples â you hadnât gotten a good nightâs sleep since your day at the amusement park, thoughts spinning in circles and it was all his fault. You had done everything to get him out of your head â minimize contact, not see him, even drag yourself to an event like this â but still, you stared at your phone screen again, the ghost of his words still warming your ear.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about him.Â
Fuck. What were you doing? You took a long swig of your drink, hoping the alcohol could erase some of that night out of your mind. The last thing you needed to be thinking about was Satoru Gojo.Â
âSo whoâs the guy who has been picking you up after work?âÂ
You nearly choked on your drink. Really? You downed your drink, hoping you can ignore the question if you take long enough downing the searing concoction that the bartender had handed you, maybe they would let you off the hook. But as you finish the drink, you only find your coworkers staring back at you still. The hush that fell over this group of women was far too reverent for a conversation about a man.Â
âHeâs my little cousinâs best friend,â you reply, ordering another drink â you were going to need it, and the women exchange glances, fake smiles plastered on their lips.Â
âHeâs not your boyfriend?â and a strange twinge settles in your chest at the question, poking and prodding your tongue to say no, no he wasnât, but you almost didnât want to.Â
âNo, he isnât,â and the women grin amongst each other, âif you would excuse meââÂ
âWait, wait, we just started talking, come on now,â you sigh internally, as they order another round of drinks as they corral you to their table, maybe after this you could finally leave.Â
~~~
âWhatâs got you so down?â Suguru slides into a seat across from Satoru â Satoru who couldnât stop checking his phone to see if you had replied.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he sighs, he shouldnât have sent that text earlier. He shouldnât push so much, heâs already pushed enough with his comment. God, why the fuck did he say that? What if you thought he was a creepâwhat if you thought he was disgusting? What ifâÂ
âYou look pathetic,â Suguru sips his coffee in his hand, scrolling through his phone, âwho is it?âÂ
Satoru sits up, locking his phone, tucking it away as if it would incriminate him â flashing your name across the screen like it was plastered over his mind, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâve never seen you like this, you keep checking your phone â you barely can keep track of it most of the time,â he shrugs his shoulders, âI figured you must have grew a dick and started liking someone,âÂ
âLook whoâs talking â whenâs the last time you dated someone again?â And Satoru catches the crumpled up paper Suguru tosses, âdonât get on your high horse if you donât want the same thing back,âÂ
âAt least Iâm not waiting like a lovesick puppy over my phone,â Suguru mutters, taking another sip of his drink, and thatâs when a phone ringing cuts through the silence â that was your ringtone, the very one he set to know when youâd call â just so he wouldnât miss it, âlooks like your waiting by the door paid off,âÂ
âFuck off,â Satoru mumbled, walking off with his phone as he picked up, âhello?âÂ
âSuguru!â Satoruâs brow furrowed at the sound of your cousinâs name leaving your lips, âcan you pick me up plzââ your words were slurred, sounds of chatter cutting through the background.Â
âPrincââ you hiccuped, a small groan leaving your lips.Â
âYou canât tell Satoru, heâll come here and my coworkers wonât stop asking me about him,â you sigh again, mumbling, âwhy does he have to be soâugh, itâs not fair for someone to be that prettyââÂ
Pretty?Â
His cheeks burned, as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying and failing to bite back a stupid smile on his lips â itâs not fair for you to be this cute. He would have preferred âhandsomeâ or âperfectâ or âyour boyfriendâ â but he could settle for pretty.Â
âAnyway!â You cut his thoughts off, âcould you come get me?â And Satoru bit his lip, glancing at Suguru â he could tell Suguru to get you, he could, but the odds of you letting something slip to Suguruâ- âremember you canât tell SatoruââÂ
âwas really high.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll be right there, and I wonât tell him,â he adds, because you already had.Â
~~~
âHow did you find out where I work?â Satoru didnât know after so many years that there were still new things to learn about you still â and one thing he had learned tonight was that â- you pouted at him, stumbling slightly as he came to a stop in front of your building â you were really whiny when drunk.Â
âI picked you up there, remember?â he lightly flicked your forehead that only made you huff, ânow do you have your keys?âÂ
âDo you know how annoying you are?â And he has to bite back a laugh at your scrunched up face.Â
âI do, sweetheart, but Iâd love to hear you tell me,â you scoff, crossing your arms only to immediately uncross to dig through your purse for your keys, tossing out several things that Satoru catches or picks up.Â
âYou come to my work and pick me up, and act all swoon worthy, and perfect, and you look like thatââÂ
âLike what?â he canât hide his smile this time, and your brow furrows as you pull out your keys, lips opening and closing, until you purse them.Â
âLike that,â you grumble as you teeter on your feet again, before he supports you, and he swore he heard you mumble, âso disgustingly handsome,âÂ
And heâs glad your eyes are half closed and focused ahead, otherwise he knew youâd smack him for the grin on his face.Â
âOi, donâtââ and you donât listen, nearly falling over as you unlock your door, whole body weight leaned against it, but his arm slips around you, holding you up from face planting into your floor, âyouâre gonna break your neck, Princess,âÂ
âYou wouldnât let that happen,â You break from his grip and lean up close, your breath warming his lips, your gaze half lidded, ânot when you love me,â and his heart thuds against his ribs, rattling his lungs and bones alike, âthatâs what you said, right?âÂ
You werenât making this easy, not with your fingers now sliding up his chest, toying with the top button of his shirt, âI didââÂ
âSo are you going to prove it?â And the floor feels as if it slips out from underneath him, and all he feels is you, only you â the brush of your fingers against his chest, the faint scent of lavender from your perfume that your aunt had gifted you, and the caress of your gaze against his lips, the same eyes he could easily lose himself in â if he wasnât careful.Â
But he had to be careful â because it was you.Â
âButââ
âBut what?â it would be so easy to kiss you, when you were only half a breath away, lips parted and gaze asking him to do so, to just lean inâbut he canât.
Not like this.Â
His thumb runs down your lips, your eyes fluttering shut, fingers sliding to cup your jaw, and he leans in â feeling your breath catchâ
But he only flicks your forehead, drawing a soft yelp from you.Â
âIâd like you to remember our first kiss,â and heâs corralling you into bed after that, your body keeling over into the soft mattress, as heâs able to wriggle you under the comforter. Your body relaxes into the plush bed, eyes shut, as your muscles loosen and unwind, while Satoru stands over you, the exact opposite â muscles taut and mind whirring.Â
Fuck.
âYou never make it easy, do you, Princess?â he mutters under his breath, swallowing thickly as he scrubs a hand down his face, âgood night,â his fingers ghost over the swell of your cheek, before turning to leaveâ
And your fingers caught him around the wrist, eyes half open as you stared up at him, a pout on your lips but now for an entirely different, but somehow the same reasonâ
âStay,â one word nearly had him crumble right there â and how pathetic was that? Maybe Suguru was right â he was no better than a puppy at your beck and call â waiting by the door for his master to return. And he almost didnât mind â if you always came home to him. Â
âPrincess, you have to go to sleepââ he could easily break from your grip, fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist, but your grasp may have been very well made of iron with how you had pinned him into place â an entomologist pinning their butterfly in their display.Â
âDonât wanna sleep alone,â a slight whine in your voice makes him waver again, but he had a problem with sleeping beside youâ
He shifted in place, adjusting himself, a somewhat big problem thst wouldnât go away â no matter how many times he thought about Gakuganji in his underwear â especially when you were looking at him like that, half dressed in bed with a pout on your lips and want in your gazeâwant that he never thought would be for him.Â
âPlease?â And thatâs all it takes, his thumb rubbing against your fingers â because he could never say no to you.Â
~~~~
âAre you okay?âÂ
Satoru was never left alone â not since he had managed to wander off alone when he was five. It took several hours and a dozen security guards to find him at a bakery, having his third piece of cake. And when he was brought home, he was told just how many ways that could have went wrong â what could have happened to him, and most of all â how badly it could have made his parents look.Â
After that, he couldnât remember a time that his hand wasnât clutched by a caretaker or escort â from school to home to anywhere else he wished to go. But he never wished to go anywhere, not with a stranger at his side.Â
It was only when he met Suguru that he was allowed to go out without someone hovering over his shoulder. But without warning â warning that if any incident would mean he would be stuck back in his daily life. But that meant when he got distracted in the pastry section of the supermarket â looking for the exclusive mochi he desperately wanted â he found himself alone, with you and Suguru nowhere in sight.Â
âSuguru?â Satoru called, head whipping around, chest thudding as the white noise of the market grew louder. His gaze falls, ears ringing with all that could go wrong, back to the life with no one at his side, only strangersâÂ
âToru?â Satoruâs gaze snaps up, your hands on your hips, your head tilted, âyou okay?â And heâs quickly wiping away his tears, sniffling softly, your hand finding the top of his head, âi got you something,â and you hold out a mochi in front of him, and he blinks.Â
âYou found it?â Heâs blinking and your lips curve into a pretty smile.Â
âAnything for you, Satoru,â your fingers run through his hair, âSatoru? SatoruââÂ
His eyes flutter open, finding you leaning over him, your tousled hair in messy tangles, âfinally awake?â And a soft chuckle on your lips as you speak, rubbing your eye, flinching as you rub your temples, âwhat exactly happened last night?âÂ
âYou mean besides you calling me pretty?â And your jaw drops, biting your lip, âand begging me to stay? Didnât know you liked my company that much, Princess,âÂ
You glare at him, âwell with charm like thatââ you mutter, when it occurs to you, âwhy did you sleep on the floor? And with that?â You point to the polar bear plushie he used as a pillow last night.Â
Not his most preferred bedfellow.Â
Always full of surprises, his cheeks burn, and he only can hope it doesnât show on his face, hidden behind a cheeky smile, âDidnât know you were so eager to share a bed with me, sweetheart,â and you roll your eyes, âI have to warn you, I have a tendency to cuddleââ and you smack him with a pillow, he sighs, âsomeone wasnât too keen on sharing her pillows with me, so this was the best I could do,â
You snort, as you take the offending plushie from him, âDid you do something to him?â
He tilts his head, âEh?â And you hold up the polar bear plush, âwhat could I do to him?â Â
âSomeone did threaten to toss him out into the ocean so he could join his family,âÂ
âI can do a lot of things, but I canât solve global warming, Princess,â and you bite back a laugh, âI was on my best behavior with him last night, even though heâs a shitty pillow,â and you didnât have to know how he had slapped him a couple times.Â
But even so, you bite your lip, looking down as you toy with your comforter, âwhy did you come?âÂ
He blinks, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âYou could have sent Suguru, but you came, and you stayed, on the floor,â and he curls his lips.Â
âWell what kind of fake boyfriend would I be?â And you roll your eyes, still waiting for an answer, and his voice grows soft, âyou know why, Princess,âÂ
âI do, but I donât,â you murmur, fidgeting with your blanket as you chewed on your bottom lip, âmy coworkers couldnât stop talking about you last night, they kept saying how handsome you are, how wonderful, how perfectââÂ
âShould I be less handsome or perfect? Because donât know if thatâs possibleââ and it earns him another whack with the pillow, but he only catches it, âyou say that like itâs a bad thing,âÂ
âItâs not, but I donât know why after all these years, you still want me,â you sigh, words pushing past your lips, âyou could have anyone, Satoru,âÂ
âIf I just wanted anyone, I wouldnât have fell in love with you,â and you bury your face in your pillow, gaze peeking down at him.Â
âYou say that with such ease, how do you know what love even is? I donât know if I know what it is,â you add, mumbling under your breath, and his eyes canât help but follow the way your fingers run through your hair.Â
âI donât think I need to know when I feel it,â Satoru sat up, dangerously close to you, within reach yet so far out of it, âdo you need to know to see the sky is blue? Do you need to know to feel pain when you burn yourself?âÂ
âDidnât know you were taking philosophy classes with Suguru,â and he snorts, shaking his head, âSatoruââÂ
âLike I said before, Princess, just give me some time,â his fingers reach for you, and your breath catches, before he slowly smoothed your hair out, âand Iâll win you over,âÂ
Your eyes flicker to his, and god, he wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss you, but he couldnât. He had to be patient. He couldnât push you â he wanted you to want him just as much. He would make you fall into his arms willingly, and youâd kiss him â not the other way around.Â
âWant some breakfast?â your lips curl into a soft smile, the very same smile that he had fallen for time and time again.Â
âYou offering to cook me breakfast?âÂ
âJust wondering what would shut you up the quickest,â and he has half a mind to reply with âyour lips,â but he decides against it, âpancakes?âÂ
~~~
âI can feel you staring,âÂ
Even with your back turned to the stove, bowl in hand as you whipped the batter with the whisk, hoping your laser focus on the pancakes would help you distract yourself. But it did little when you could feel his gaze sticking in your back, spotlights on every little movement â something that wouldnât have bothered you before â but after last nightâ
This was why you never drank.Â
You covered your face with the back of your hand, cheeks burning, as you placed the bowl down, what had your life become?Â
âCâmon you canât just let a guy like that go,â one of the women from work nudged you â you couldnât remember if her name was Kanae or Kanao â handing you a refill of the drink you had gotten, âhe certainly seems into you from the way he looks at you,âÂ
âIf he isnât, Iâd take him off your hands,â Saki slurred, nearly spilling her drink, âhe seems to like you. Is there really nothing between you two?âÂ
âNot really,â you sipped your drink, if confessing to you after over a decade was nothing, âheâs just a friend,â and he was â a friend who was your fake boyfriend.Â
âYou know with how you started, I thought your love life would be a lot more interesting,â Kanae sighed far too loudly, as she took another long swig of her cocktail.Â
âWell weâve talked a lot about what you guys are but we havenât asked how you feel,â Saki grinned, sloppily drunk yet somehow masterful with her questions, âhow do you feel about him?âÂ
And how did you? If someone asked you a few weeks ago, you would said he was just your little cousinâs best friend, a childhood friend â and you wouldnât have thought twice. But now, he has given you so much to think about. Would you be this hesitant if you two havenât met as kids? If he wasnât Suguruâs best friend? If he didnât seem so far out of your league?Â
Maybe. But you were never good at going for things you wanted â or accepting things as they were. Even with Naoya, you knew you should have broken up with him â you knew he was toxic, and yet you stayed â because it was easier.Â
And maybe it was easier to push Satoru away than to face how you felt.
Fuck, you were too drunk for this â you needed to get out of here, âexcuse me,â you manage to slip away into the bathroom, washing your face, leaning over the sink.Â
You held your forehead, steadying yourself against the cold porcelain, fingers digging into the rim of the sink â eyes burning as your head throbs, a wave of nausea pulsing through your stomach. Fuck, there was no way that you could get home alone.Â
You pulled out your phone and scrolled â who the fuck would you call? The only people you knew were your family andâŠ
Nope. No. Not an option.Â
You found Suguruâs number and tried to text, only to find your eyes blurring, and you knew if you sent a message he would be holding over any typos or fuck ups over your head forever.Â
You found his name, your head spinning as you clicked and called.Â
He didnât pick up.
âFucker,â you mumble, trying to hit his name again, your head spinning, and finally someone picked upâ
And then you woke up in bed. A soft groan fell from your lips, knives prodding at every inch of your brain, memory blended and choppy as you drew into consciousness. You were home, your eyes fluttering open to sunlight illuminating your bedroom, a dull stiffness in your muscles that makes you stretch, turning on your side only to be met with a sight.Â
Satoru Gojo. Asleep on your floor, cuddling the plush polar bear he won for you. You stared, blinking, wondering if blinking away the sleep would somehow blink away Satoru too (it did not unfortunately). So you did the only other thing you could think of â take a picture.Â
As you glanced from the image to him, bits and pieces came back â from your drunken ramblings on the phone to the ones in person, your cheeks burning as you buried your face in your comforter before staring down at him. Was it possible to die of embarrassment? You were really testing those limits.Â
But even so, as you watched him sleep on top of the plushie, the only thing you could wonder was why had he stayed? He could have left after you fell asleep, or even before that, there wasnât much you could have done to stop him. But he stayed, even on the floor, rather than anywhere else.Â
âSo?â you didnât need to turn from the stove to know he was grinning, âcanât I enjoy the show, Princess?âÂ
âIf youâre enjoying it so much, how about you become part of it and help?â you offer him a spatula, as he makes his way over, leaning over you, his body brushing against yours, but you ignore it all the same, eyes focused on the task instead on the warmth blooming from his touch, âIâll spoon and you flip,âÂ
The two of you work in silence, as you spoon batter onto the griddle and he flips the pancakes â and itâs only when youâre both just about done that you glance over, and his lips are curled, âWhat are you smiling about?â and he shakes his head, as he flips the last of the pancakes onto the stack, âSatoruââÂ
âI just never really have made breakfast like this before, or had someone make it for me,â he scratches the back of his head, âmy parents always had chefs or maids or someone make me all my meals, and even when I moved out, I always cooked alone or bought my meals out,â he shrugs, as he turned the stove off, âit reminds me when youâd make me and Suguru instant ramen after we came in from playing outside,âÂ
You snort, âYou remember that?â You would get stuck making ramen for the two of them, tossing some seasoning and sauces into the mixture along with an egg, âI always put too much black pepper. I thought you hated it,âÂ
âBut I always finished,â he added, and he did, even if his cheeks were burning red and eyes watering by the end of the bowl. Your lips curl at the memory of him at the age of twelve downing an entire glass of water and spilling it all over the front of himself.Â
âWell I can make a lot more than instant noodles now,â you have Satoru set the table while you start to clean up, turning on the sink. You hear the clink of plates and utensils behind you, as he sets them down on the table, but you can feel his gaze fall over you even as your back is turned.Â
âIâm going to need some proof â there were a few times you almost burned those noodles,â and you pout, turning with your hands on your hips.Â
âOh you want me to prove it now?â You turn, running your finger discreetly up the side of the used mixing bowl, finger full of batter as you walk up to him, hands behind your back.Â
âAnd howâre you gonna do that, Princess?â the corner of his lip quirks upwards, as you step close up to him, and god, heâs fucking tall â and it kind of pissed you off â all these boys shoot up like fucking weeds, but it didnât mean you couldnât knock him down a bit.Â
âClose your eyes, and find out,â he raises an eyebrow, suspicious, but still he obeys â good boy, the praise runs through your head to the tip of your tongue, but you bite it and the words back alike. And youâre so close, you can see his snow white eyelashes fan out against his cheeks, and heâs so unfairly pretty,Â
For now.Â
Youâre so close, you nearly feel his body warmth radiate your skin â and you swear you hear his breath hitch â and it would be so easy to lean forwardâ âPrincess â whatââÂ
And then he gasps when you smear pancake batter down his cheek, a snort leaving your lips as he gapes at you, mouth ajar. He blinks, his hand reaching for his cheek, before he stops when his eyes flit to your batter caked finger, âYouââÂ
Youâre giggling, trying to stop yourself from doubling over at his expression, âWhat? I just wanted to give you a taste of my cooking before you tried it,â and he frowns at you for a moment, before his lips curl deviously, tilting his head.Â
âIs that right?â and his fingers run through the smeared batter, caking his finger tips before heâs stepping towards you, âthen itâs fair, if I make you taste it tooââ and youâre trying to back up, giggles leaving your lips, but he catches you by the wrist.Â
âSatoruââ you whine as youâre trying to squirm away, âlet go!â but he only pulls you close, your body nearly bumping against his â and it was your turn for your breath to catch, cerulean irises stealing the air from your lungs as you drowned in them, âheyââÂ
âJust how much are you gonna tempt me, Princess?â and you should step away, but his fingers around your wrist send warmth blooming down your arm, straight to your chest, and you canât bring yourself to step away.Â
âAnd how am I doing that?â His fingers tug you closer, thumb brushing against the inside of your wrist, before he leans close.Â
âYou know exactly how,â and your glance flickers from his gaze to his lips, and back again, resisting the urge to shut your eyes â but you donât have to, when he smears the batter all over your cheek.Â
âToru!â You stare at him, and heâs laughing, as you grab at him, only for him to slip away, âIâm gonna kill youââ and you move towards the sink, batter covered bowl still inside, âoh just you waitââÂ
But your beeline is cut short by his grip, arm darting around your middle, as he pulls you back. You gasp, struggling in his arms in vain â fuck his stupidly toned arms, âyou shouldnât start something youâre not ready to finish,â his words are said against your ear, but they rush down your body in almost a shudder.Â
His lips are an inch or two from yours, you would barely need to lean to reach them â the words of your coworkers ring in your earsÂ
âWho said I wasnât?â His eyes find yours, his fingers tilting your chin ever so slightly, when your phone rings.Â
You jerk slightly at the sound, your eyes flickering to the name across the screen and see Suguruâs name flashing on the screen.Â
âItâs Suguru,â and Satoru lets go of you, as you make your way to the phone, and you swear you hear him mutter something under his breath, âwhat did you say?â you donât pick up the phone but a few texts come through anyway.Â
âNothing,â he scratched the back of his head, âwhat did he say?âÂ
âHeâs asking if I wanna come over for dinner tonight, said youâre gonna be there too?â And you raise an eyebrow, as Satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and glances at it.Â
âApparently I am,â you turn on the faucet, cleaning your face off, offering Satoru a damp tissue. âGuess this wonât be the last meal weâre sharing today,âÂ
âGuess not,â his fingers brush yours when taking the tissue, trying to clean the batter off his cheek but only spreads the mess. You snort, as you take the napkin from him holding his face by the chin, âso howâre we gonna play it?âÂ
âPlay what?â You toss the napkin away, both of you taking a seat at the table.Â
âDid you forget?â He stabs a pancake and places it in his plate, âwe told your aunt weâre dating â and that weâre hiding it from Suguru, and you just agreed to dinner with both of them,âÂ
Fuck.Â
⧠a/n: hi it's been quite a while T_T. sorry work has been so busy. i haven't had a moment to post, and now i had to split this up because it just got too long lmao. part two will come later, i'm going to be prioritizing my kinktober fics. thank you to @coffee-and-geto for betaing :)
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Behind the Wall
Who was this stressed, suited man...and how could you love him so easily?
A Nanami Kento glory hole story.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Corporate!Nanami (before return to sorcery), falling in love with a stranger, hand jobs, blowjobs, fingering, excessive cum, creampie, anonymous PiV sex, tiny bit angsty if you squint
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"How much do they pay you here?" A deep voice, smooth, but rusted with whiskey and smoke.
Your eyebrows raised spontaneously; kneeling down behind your black screen and hole, you didn't necessarily expect the small-talk with your clients to be romantic, but such business-like enquiries did not suit the tone, either.
Regardless, you would accept almost any pay, to find somewhere clear of the monsters that plagued you; the monsters that had chased you from job after job after job. None had followed you here tonight, it seemed, so you answered, trying to sound light-hearted.
"About industry average, I think."
A huff, the man's voice now bitter; "After they skim the majority off for themselves after your hard work, though."
You shrugged, as if he could see. He hadn't even begun to hook his cock out yet, so all you could see was a pair of lean, long legs in a black pinstripe suit. You found yourself tickled by your interaction beginning with anti-Capitalist outrage, and you quipped.
"Great pension plan, though."
"I somehow doubt that."
You laughed, musical and sweet, and were satisfied to hear another huff, the barest hint of laughter from your stranger, before his voice toned lower, his words for your ears and yours alone.
"Well...though I'm sure you deserve better than this place, I'll make it worth your while. I have to get back to work, and I'm sure you have bills to pay."
Beautifully veined, thick, long hands had begun to undo his belt, and you felt a strange thrill of excitement that you didn't feel with the other men. He sighed, unzipping, hooking out a long, thick, pretty cock that looked painfully hard and weeping pre-cum.
"I can't concentrate like this, I'll just...get this poison out and then I can focus."
He sounded almost apologetic, his words dripping with loathing in a way that made you frown. You reached one finger out through your hole, beckoning, tender as you whispered.
"Well, I can help with that."
Your stranger had grasped his cock to direct it through your glory hole, but hesitated at your tone, as if the tenderness you gave him was an odd specimen, requiring examination before he could accept it.
The tip of his cock, pink and full, nudged against your cheek and nose as it pressed through the hole. You heard your suited stranger hiss and shudder. You couldn't help but be impressed by your stranger's size, spitting onto the tip before beginning to stroke him in long, languid, practiced strokes.
"How do you hide this beast when you get a boner at work--"
A huff again, almost amused, drawing out into a ragged, needy groan. His fingertips pressed on the board on the other side, white-knuckled, his voice straining as he tried to speak past the pleasure of your pumping hand.
"--sit-- sit at my desk...hoping it'll go away-- fuck, you're good...just help me, please...pay you well, just-- just get it out and I'll head back--"
Your suited man groaned again, deep and fractured as your hand picked up its pace. When you spat on his tip again, your lips ghosting against him, he bucked involuntarily, cursing and apologising under his breath. When you drew the flat of your tongue across his slit to taste the salty pre-cum there, he almost whimpered with divine agony.
You felt a squirm of pleasure in your belly, sure that his beautiful voice alone could form the soundtrack you could orgasm to, night after night.
"You sound like you should have a girlfriend to help you with this." You bit your lip, satisfied to hear how his cool, bored tone had broken into something altogether more desperate.
"--sh-shit, u-ungh...any woman deserves better...better than anything I can offer-- f-fuck, I'm close already--"
You felt it; his balls were too big to fit through the hole alongside his cock, and they looked heavy, aching, his body struggling to draw them up as your suited man threatened to spill in your hand after a single flat minute. You whispered to him, soft in a way that offered him an intimacy he was clearly desperately lacking.
"Stop hating yourself when you should be coming in my hand, big guy."
When his knees buckled against your wall at you cuffing the base of his cock with your other hand, making the veins stand proud, you knew he was crumbling.
"--a-agghh fuck-- come too hard if you-- if you keep that up...shit, like a cock ring, I..."
You hoped that when he came, some of his abject self-loathing would pour away, too. His groans were rapidly turning into short little growls, the screen shaking as he bucked into your fist with such desperate force.
"--f-fuck, good girl, perfect...unnnhhh, perfect...shit, I'm...I'm..."
"God, you really do need thi--"
Your voice broke off with a squeak to feel a veritable fountain of cum spurt over your face, stripe after stripe of thick white release spattering over your cheeks, flooding down your hand and chest.
"O-oh-- wow--"
Your mouth dropped open in shock as your suited man grunted and cursed through his orgasm, his balls heavy and twitching, and you tasted a drip of his seed trickle down your nose and onto your tongue. Musty, sweet; nothing like its thickness would suggest.
His cock twitched for what seemed like an eternity in your hand, as you stroked him down from his peak, so covered in cum that you considered you may have to call it a night to go home and shower. As his groans faded, his voice ragged, you felt the guilt and shame radiate off him in waves.
"Shit, that was...ugh, I'm sorry. It's disgusting, I'm sure."
"It's absolutely not. I'm just...wow. Do you always come that much?"
A pause, guilty again as his voice rumbled; "...yes."
You laughed, and his cock twitched in your hand. He chuckled, warm and gravelly, when you pressed a cleaning wipe out through the hole.
"See you soon?" You asked, strangely hopeful.
"Not soon enough." He answered, soft in a way that surprised himself. His voice dropped an octave as a roll of bills pressed through the hole to you. "Here...keep it quiet. They're taking advantage of you."
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You were prepared, the second time your suited stranger visited. Having required an early finish and a shower two nights before, covered with an obscene amount of cum, you blushed to recall that you brought your vibrator to the shower with you, climaxing against the wall to the memory of his velvety voice.
You hoped he couldn't hear the faint buzzing between your legs on your side of the wall. You squirmed, muffling a moan around his cock head as you prepped him, your lips stretched and glossy with pre-cum.
"-h-haaaah, god, you...you're wasted here-- feel so pathetic-- no stamina with...with a mouth like that around me-- o-oohhh...fuck..."
You released him with a wet little pop, feeling your own pleasure building with the insistent buzz against your aching clit. He seemed just as happy to have your hand, and you admired the little neat trail of honey-blond pubes at the base of your fist as he fucked into it.
"Yeah, well...you're wasted too, at that company, by the sounds of it."
"Mmm...feels like what I deserve--"
You cut him off with a tongue to the underside of his cock, his voice fracturing into growled curses and hungry moans again.
"I already told you, if you talk about yourself like that again, I'll make you come faster--"
A breathless, rumbling laugh; "You're a monster."
You whispered, your breath ghosting against his cock head just enough to make him shudder; "Plenty of monsters in this world, beautiful man...but not me."
Your suited man stopped arguing with you, losing himself instead in the way your mouth, hot and suckling and eager, drew him in deeper with every bob of your head. The gasping, husky cry he made when his tip curved round the back of your throat, sent a burst of pleasure through you that had you humping your vibrator involuntarily.
Between his gasps, his vision fizzling with pleasure, you heard him hesitate, his voice barely above a whisper; "What's...that buzzing noise, I-- do you have...back there, are you--"
Barely pulling back, approaching the climax you tried to muffle as you pumped his base with your hand, you moaned, sweet and sinful around his cock head; "B-brought my vibrator...hope you don't mind--"
"Oh-- fuck-- FUCK--"
You squeaked, your orgasm muffled by the cum that flooded your mouth and tongue. As your pleasure threatened to make you convulse, you pushed forwards instead to take the rest of what he offered down your throat, and you lost sight and sound for an indeterminate amount of time, blinded and deafened by thigh-trembling ecstasy.
Swallowing, gasping, and fumbling a hand in your underwear to pull the vibrator off your overstimulated clit, you babbled at him, apologetic.
"S-sorry, hard to--to get guys off sometimes-- without a bit of a hit myself--"
"Fuck, don't talk about other guys when you just came with my cock down your throat."
You giggled, breathless, hearing your suited man pant as he came down from his high. When he removed his cock from the hole, a long, beautifully crafted thumb and forefinger reached hesitantly through instead, and gently pinched your chin.
You pressed a lingering, affectionate kiss to the pad of his thumb as it swiped over your lower lip, and you felt your heart thud to hear such a delighted, satisfied hum from him. He opened the palm of his hand, surreptitious, and your stomach twisted to see an even thicker roll of bills than before.
"...you don't...don't have to--"
"I want to, I...I meant it when I said you're wasted here. They're monsters. Animals."
You took the money with a heavy heart, pressing another kiss to his palm, and leaving your whispers there with it;
"Scarier monsters than them in the world."
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A black dog hunted your suited man, the next time he came to you. You felt it snapping at his heels, and when your stranger approached, it was to sit with his back against your wall, instead. You saw the briefest flash of a thick, corded neck, broad shoulders, a neat blond undercut. He was quiet for a few minutes, before you spoke, soft.
"...hey, you. I missed you last night."
He scoffed as if he didn't believe you, and you reached a hand through, poking him briskly on the shoulder.
"I mean it." Another pause, and you swallowed. "Do you...did you want to...?"
"I...I just want to talk. I'll still pay."
"I'd talk to you for free."
A further silence from him, your warmth a balm for his fractious self-loathing. His next words hung heavy with the weight of the world.
"When will we rest, do you think? When will it end?"
Your eyelids fluttered, looking down in thought. Your fingers stroked over the pad of his suited shoulder. You thought of how you'd been late to your gloryhole, that evening, your usual path blocked by some stop-motion atrocity, an eldritch horror only you could see, and you swallowed hard.
"...I don't know. It doesn't feel like it ever will."
A soft sigh, his voice rich and smoky; "I hesitate to ask what your particular burdens are, to have led you to a pit like this."
You felt tears prickle on your lashes. Taking a deep breath, and tippy-tapping your fingers on his shoulder, you tried to remain upbeat against the rising tide of misery.
"H-hey, it's not all bad. I got to meet you, after all."
"If that's your greatest joy, I pity you."
You winced. Your suited man jumped, when your hand gripped his shoulder with beseeching fervour, his own hand slowly coming up to overlay yours, dwarfing it in his palm. He tensed, unsure. When you spoke it was with the certainty that he needed to understand you.
"Get your tie off, and tie it around your eyes."
He was silent, stunned, his voice brittle as he replied; "...excuse me?"
"Just do it. Blindfold yourself. Then come here."
A moment of hesitation again...then a groan, surely older than he was, as he moved. You heard the silken friction of his tie being undone. You felt the anxious tension radiating off him, and you closed your eyes, eager not to ruin this mystery for yourself.
"Alright...if you insist."
When his voice sounded again, you felt his breath across your lips, inches from each other at the hole in the wall. You raised your hand up, feeling his shudder as your fingertips examined his face as though you were examining a sculpture; and, a sculpture he could have been, with high cheekbones, a thick squared jaw, narrow soft lips. You smiled, your eyes still closed.
"You're too handsome to leave here without a kiss."
Your suited man was silent, but you felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter.
When you finally pressed your lips to his, he moaned with ecstasy, just as he did when you pressed your lips to his erection. Though you took the lead initially, with your lips softly parting his until you could taste him, your permission imbued him with a bravery and confidence he hadn't revealed to you before.
He took charge, and kissed you like a man starved, his evening stubble rasping across your chin, nose against nose. His tongue trailed with a rusty shiver over your lips.
"F-fuck...you taste good...I-- ungh..."
He broke off to you biting his lower lip softly between your teeth, drawing him back in until your lips melded closely enough for you to suckle on the tip of his tongue. He moaned again, desperate and stuttering in his chest. You heard the brush of his palms pressing against the other side of the wall, desperate to cup your face and tilt his kisses down your throat.
Your mingling breaths tasted sweet, so indescribably erotic in its simple intimacy as you pulled away. You fought against the desire to open your eyes, instead biting your own lip, your brow furrowed against your own stupid decision. You whispered, to a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob, from your suited man.
"And I'd do that for free, too."
It was the most he had ever paid you, that night, for the simple intimacy of a conversation and a kiss.
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Not a single solitary man visited your gloryhole the next night. You fizzled with worry, as man after man appeared to loiter near you, before choosing someone else; anyone else. It didn't make sense-- even your regulars would be heard mumbling nearby before walking away from you.
You felt a clench of worry; the managers would still pay you, you were sure...but not if it continued.
You felt almost lightheaded with relief and something deeper, when a familiar voice graced your wall near the end of your shift.
"Are you lonely, in there?"
You felt a frisson of joy, and you knelt upright, grinning, your heart fluttering.
"Not anymore."
There was a momentary pause, and you felt the words that your suited stranger wanted to say, stuck, gated by his teeth. Eventually, when he spoke, it was strained, as if fearful of damaging the sprouting intimacy between you both.
"I've...been thinking a lot, recently. About what's fair."
You blinked, unsure, but answered anyway. "Oh?"
"It's not fair that I have to do a worthless job for people I hate, just to earn enough money to retire young. It's not fair that you're here, selling your body to make a living. It's...its not fair that it's only me being pleasured."
You swallowed, heat rushing to your cheeks, feeling him err against what he wanted to say, and he continued.
"I...would like to do something for you. For...for both of us. At the next window."
Oh. The next window. The curtained table, upon which you could lie your lower half, for a man to use the deepest parts of you for his own pleasure. If any other man-- any other man, had asked this if you, you were sure you'd have hated yourself for it. And yet...
"I...I've never done...that."
"I'm...I'm glad, I...I hate myself. For using you, and how other men would use you, and I'd like...to give you better. To treat you as you deserve. God knows, I'd like to tell you to walk away from this shit hole altogether but that's ignorant of me, so I...just for tonight, I--"
"Okay."
You almost clapped your hands over your mouth, your acquiescence so natural that it shocked you. Your suited man seemed surprised, too, and you could almost smell the thudding scent of testosterone from his body as it readied itself for the primal promise of spilling inside your core.
"Yes? You...are you sure?"
"Never been more sure of anything in my life, actually. I...I'll come round."
"Fuck, I...I'll be waiting. Nobody else can-- fuck."
You stood on shaky legs, suddenly self-conscious. Arriving at the table, you took a deep, trembling breath, before starting to strip. You heard heavy, pacing footsteps; more mumbling; a snapped, deep, possessive response.
"This one is mine."
You bit your lip, muffling a laugh at your suited man's immediate dismissal. By the skittish footsteps of the rebuffed other man, your suited stranger was not one that other men would choose to fight. You spoke up, your voice smaller than usual.
"Alright, here...here I come."
Reverent silence hung in the air, as fine as spun gold, when you finished moving your bare lower half down the table. Self-conscious, with your hands pressed over your face in blushing mortification, your thighs and knees remained clamped together.
You heard slow, deliberate footsteps towards your body, as if your suited man had forgotten how to walk. His voice spilled forth, full of sighs.
"Exquisite, I...god, I don't deserve this."
You could have cried for him. Sick of his apparent self loathing, you stretched one foot out until your toes pressed against rock solid abs beneath a pressed, twill shirt. You felt another blush rock your system, not expecting your suited man to be quite so buff.
A large, warm hand grasped your foot, stroking up your arch, your ankle, your calf, and settling with a squeeze behind your knee. When his other hand began to mirror the first, both of your knees now bent and pressed together in his grasp, you heard him whisper as he held you.
"I'll cover you," he promised, ragged with need, "with my body, I...I'll keep you hidden. Keep you safe."
"Thank you."
"Do you trust me?"
"One hundred percent."
A pleased rumble. "Good girl."
Softly, tenderly, two great hands stroked up the sides of your thighs, gliding around your hips with his shuddering groan. Your suited man's hands felt like liquid sex, turning every patch of skin he touched into an erogenous zone.
By the time his thumbs had begun to trace up and down, up and down the V shaped creases of your mound, you squirmed in his grasp, heat pooling in your belly. He chuckled, his thumbs stretching up to massage circles on your lower belly, warming you before he filled you.
"Does that feel good?"
"So good," you whispered, struggling to remain bashful with his obvious adoration.
This warm-palmed massage, from belly, to V, to thighs, to hips, and back again, melted you. Your thighs began to part, your code cracked, without you even noticing. When he settled his hips between your thighs, you moaned involuntarily, and felt his mouth, familiar only to your lips, begin to trail kisses along your ribs, your breasts hidden by a thin black curtain.
He appeared to resist temptation, nipping along the marks left by your bra beneath your breasts. Though outwardly calm, his hands grew ever tighter, shockingly strong and needy on your hips, and you could feel how ragged his breaths were against the soft wet suckling marks left by his mouth.
You had never felt so worshipped, and your suited man seemed determined to know you before he buried himself inside you. The only natural response to those strong hands beginning to creep up the inside of your thighs, was to offer him the treasure he sought, by opening your thighs completely to him.
"Please, can I...make you come on my fingers?"
At this point, you'd have to beg him not to stop if you opened your mouth, and instead locked your thighs around his hips so he couldn't escape. That deep chuckle again, this time against your sternum, and he kissed you in reward.
"Tell me if you want me to stop."
"I won't, I-- o-oooh...my...haaaah..."
His fingers, wet with his spit, had slid between your folds, two of them teasing around your entrance while his thumb circled with blissful ease around your clit.
Utterly unafraid of playing you like an instrument, he massaged your little bud until the noises you made were to his liking. You whimpered to feel the insistent press of his two thick fingers, and his murmured growls, add to the fold.
"Fuck, you're...perfect. Get you ready...or I won't fit...fuck..."
Within seconds, he had found your spongy soft spot, turning your moans guttural, making love to you with his fingers before he took you. Your suited man was certainly no boy, responding to every moan, and every whimper, with the surety needed to take you to orgasm.
Only the tenting press of his cock, harder than ever against your inner thigh, gave away how well he was controlling himself for your sake. Already at the edge, you tumbled into completion when one beautiful, fine boned hand slipped under the curtain to cup your breast, to the tune of his hushed curses.
"Come for me, my love."
As if he hadn't noticed you were already arching, mewling, and fucking yourself down on his fingers, halfway through your peak. He stroked your inner walls as if to comfort you, shushing you, soothing, until your quivering pussy stilled around him. You heard the clink of his belt, your head spinning to remember that the best was still yet to come.
"Beautiful girl...sound so pretty when you come. I...I'll pull out--"
"--don't you dare."
The strangled noise that left him, and the way you felt a spurt of pre-cum spill onto your belly, signalled a farewell to his restraint. You squeaked to feel him bracket two thick, strong arms beneath your thighs, bracing you for the way he was about to take you.
Jolting into place, his cockhead nuzzled between your folds. He appeared to be needing nothing but ragged, shallow thrusts to pleasure himself against your oversensitive clit, his lovely voice speaking as if to himself before notching at your entrance.
"--s-so long, it's been...been so long...worth the wait, for you, though, sh-shit...augh..."
He entered you with one deep, smooth press, shushing you again with a tender grasp, and little shallow rocks to kiss his tip against your cervix. He felt absolutely enormous, squeezing himself into you until every little ridge within you shaped to him, hot and wet. You babbled, your words shooting through him like knives.
"--oh m-my god you feel so good so so good so big-- barely fits, o-ooohh--"
When you gasped with the sudden fullness, one of your hands flew down past the curtain to hold your lower belly, and something in your suited man snapped. He laid one hand over yours, pressing it down hard on your belly, before cursing a half-hearted apology, and taking you with the desperation of a man possessed.
Three strokes, deeper, and deeper, and deeper, sent him roaring into a frenetic pace. Your hand clasping your lower belly had sent him spiralling. If his other hand hadn't held your hip so tightly, you'd have been fucked up the table.
And despite the mind-numbing force of his thrusts, you still, with every scrap of you, knew that he was making love to you, and not just fucking you. It made no difference, in the end, your voice growing in volume until it was nothing more than whimpered, mewling cries, only wishing you could have a name upon your tongue instead.
Stilted with the force of his thrusts, he blessed you with it.
"Say...say my name..."
"I will I will just give it to me gimme your name--"
"Kento--"
"--o-ooohh, f-fuck, Kento, harder--"
The cry that left his chest was visceral, animalistic, wrenched out of him with the same sudden finality as his orgasm. You felt him fold over you, his hands gripping your ribcage, his cock jolting and twitching within you as the heavy, obscenely long ejaculation that you knew so well, filled your pussy instead of your mouth.
"--unh...unh...haah...aaa-aahhh never...never gonna come like that-- e-ever again...that was it, that was the...the one that'll end me-- fuck...darling..."
Your suited man's bucks grew lazy, his torso almost completely blanketing yours, humping away the last vestiges of his orgasm. He stayed nestled within you, unwilling to let you go yet. You reached through the curtain, stroking a hand through his hair, and hearing him purr.
"...Kento, huh?"
He huffed a laugh. "Sorry, I...was that too intimate?"
"That? You're worried that was the intimate part?"
He laughed, rich and deep and genuine, kissing your ribs once more. You heard him reach into his pocket, and you spoke up, immediate.
"I won't let you pay me for that--"
"--I absolutely fucking am--"
"--no you are not--"
After he won the argument, and left with heavy reluctance, your manager pulled you aside with a dirty grin.
"You were popular tonight. How many men? Ten? Twelve?"
You blinked, confused.
"Just...just the one. Right at the end."
Your manager shook his head, turning back to the TV in his grubby little office, his fingers orange with Cheeto dust. Your brain ticked, and whirred...all the mumbling outside your gloryhole. All the murmurs, men almost visiting before moving on...and it clicked with absolute certainty.
Your suited man had guarded your gloryhole all night, paying other men to choose another woman. To choose anyone but you.
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"I worried you wouldn't be here."
You swallowed, sniffling, and settling behind your wall. More terrible monsters had settled around the building, blocking almost every pathway in, and you knew that you'd have abandoned your shift and run home to hide, if not for the hope of hearing your suited man again.
"You're...crying, my love, why are you crying?"
You felt him stiffen against the other side of the wall, at the sound of your sniffle, and his hand automatically reached through to cup your face, his thumb swiping away your tears. You turned your cheek into his palm, holding his hand against you.
Your gaze turned to the doorway...and to the bug-eyed, many-armed, puce coloured spindly monster leaning around it to stare at you.
You shrieked, crashing against your wall in terror. Your suited man took in a sharp breath, and the normal chatter and movement of the room quieted at your cry. Your suited stranger grasped your hand hard to hold you still, and his voice dropped to a horrified whisper.
"Stop-- oh, fuck, I understand-- your monsters-- can you see that? That thing in the doorway?"
Time slowed. Your jaw dropped. Your voice was thick, quiet, your insanity validated for the first time in your life.
"Kento, you...see it too?"
"Oh fuck. This...this is why you're in this place? Never been able to hold down a job, no? You've never felt safe anywhere?"
You could do nothing but weep into his palm, nodding, and nodding, and nodding. His voice rang, deep and commanding and final.
"I've got you. I...I've got you. You're safe. Just come with me."
"Kento, I can't just walk out--"
"You can. You don't need money. I've got enough. You just need...you just need me. I'll...I'll tell you everything. I'll explain everything."
When your face, tearstained and sniffling, leaned around the edge of your wall, you froze. Kento froze.
The silence was thick with wonderment, already in love before you had even seen each others' faces. But now that you saw him (obscenely handsome, tall, kind-eyed and exhausted), already overwhelmed, a sob bubbled over--
"Oh, god, you're so out of my league--"
A scoff, and adoration burning in his tired, under-shadowed eyes. He held out one hand, rescuing you as you'd rescued him.
"Come. I have some calls to make. You can tell me your name over dinner."
Your feet were numb as Kento walked you past the monster, shielding your fearful gaze with his hand. You ignored the shouts of your managers, half-deaf and stunned. In the chill evening air, his arm that was not around you, reached into his pocket, tapping, before holding a phone to his ear.
"Gojo, it's Nanami...why are you laughing?"
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your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.
you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.
apparently it wasn't.
after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)
you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.
his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.
then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.
he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.
"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.
praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?
"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."
that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.
but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.
"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."
you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.
"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"
he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.
"bloody fuckin' 'ell."
ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.
he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.
"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."
your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.
something you want him to keep hitting.
"exactly like i'd thought."
everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.
(inside o' ya, make you mine-)
(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)
(-ll to myself-)
you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.
(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)
if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.
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JJK Men with a GF with a Fat Ass (NSFW-ISH)
âŠIâm taking a small break from drawing and I missed doing HCs. Shaddap.
Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso
Black ! Fem Reader in Mind
CW: Twt Links!, mentions of sex, men are a bit OOC
Gojo
Gojo definitely does this to you anytime you lay on his lap. And if he finds out youâre not wearing any panties under itâŠwelp..all plans are now cancelled
Heâs a pervert and itâs your fault.
Heâs never really seen women of your stature often so when you both were younger he was so BLUNT with his thoughts about your body.
âYou have a very voluptuousââ
âImma stop you right thereâŠ.VO-WHO?â
âYou donât know what the word voâ-â
âNo, I know. Iâm confused as to why you are using that word when talking about my ass.â
Gojo is 6â6-7â , heâs a big nigga, but can he handle a big behind?
No.
No he cannot.
He constantly uses his blindfolded eyes to shamelessly watch the way your walk across the room in public. His poker face is actually impressive, but if you couldnât see how tight his fist were in his pockets itâd prove otherwise.
Heâs so got damn childish he does this shit sometimes because he thinks your ass is perfect for playing on
âCAN YOU STOP.â
âWhhhyyyyuuuhhhhhh.â
When you wear moomooâs or a big shirt it is his favorite
Yup.
Moomoo.
Your ass is free to move and shake to its desire and he just watches in awe. He loves you bad.
Another thing he loves doing is napping on your butt, he doesnât sleep often, unfortunately, but he can attest that the best nap he has ever taken was in between your plush thighs and ass.
He blames his pretty little girlfriend as to why he is now an ass man when he initially was a boob guy.
Geto
He takes these kinda pictures with you which sometimes leads to him pulling down your underpants and massaging it with his bare hands to then licking or kissing it to thenâŠeatingâŠyouâŠoutâŠwhile youâre standing.
He loves watching you put on clothes.
Having to shake, jump, and wiggle yourself into some pants is actually so sexy to him.
If your butt is anything like mine and is HEAVY. He LOVES it even more , watching the way the movement in your butt and thighs to match is something Geto finds so so mesmerizing.
One thing about Geto heâs very sneaky, heâll come up behind you to help pull up your bottoms you clearly need no help putting on, and everytime he does you can feel a slight pressure on your ass that is a verrrryyy familiar feel to a bulge.
He canât help it, your ass is so pretty.
Sitting on his lap is a must, whether he is talking with someone in public or doing some work he needs to feel your weight on him.
The first time you sat on his lap you swore you heard a groan. When you turned to ask him if he was okay, his cheeks were very pink.
He denies it to this day, but even if he did itâs your fault because why does your ass feel so good against his pelvis?
Showers with Geto are so insufferable in the best way because once you finish cleaning yourself your long haired boyfriend canât wait to practically grind and hump against you into the cool shower wall.
He definitely loves hugging you from behind, swaying you back and forth. To others itâs a cute gesture seeing such a big man hold you so close, practically dwarfing you , only you and him know the real intention behind it was just him whispering how good you look in that dress and how badly he wants you.
Geto is such a sensual person next to nanami. Even after sex and youâre laying with him in a bliss he finds his way to continue his love by kissing and licking you down and praises of how beautiful and sexy you are even after such activities. He calls it âCleaning you upââŠlittle perv.
ââWas wrong?⊠Embarrassed?â
âYES.â
âGood, now câmere.â
Toji
Ass eater.đ«”đŸ
Thatâs an ass eater he eat assđ«”đŸ.
Toji âAss Eaterâ Fushiguro
You thought gojo was shameless? Toji is WORSE
As an ass connoisseur he prides himself on always reminding you how fine you are to him.
âYou like my dress?â
âHell yes, mama. Turn around for me.â
SWAT to the ass just to see it recoil
He definitely slaps and GRABS. Itâs kinda hot though because heâll do it anytime anywhere
For example you went with him to some horse racing game for him to make bets and got hungry so you headed to grab a few drinks and snacks. Before walking past him, his legs were spread, tooth pick in his mouth and just like clock work you feel a firm hit to your Jean covered behind.
âOOWWUH!â
âSssh, Baby im watchin the gameâŠ.what? Your ass was all in my face what else could I do?â
Whether you are a chunky girl or a skinny girl with a larger butt he donât care he quite actually is your biggest fan.
Toji is your new seat btw.
Not just his pretty face but his lap too.
Heâs a big strong man so donât EVER think or assume youâre too heavy for him. It ACTUALLY wounds his ego more than you think.
Of course Toji being the ass eater he is almost every other night is spent just like this or sitting on his face. He never seen himself as a pleasure dom kinda guy. With his one night stands he only had sex for himself, but with you of course being the first woman he finally got to love after MamaGuro he takes his time with you. Itâs a slutty sight but he knows itâs exactly what can get you off before him
Nanami
This man here.
A KING.
Freaky king but a king none the less.
He loves every part of you.
Which is what he does say and prove everytime you both are together but he does have a small little quirk about him that you arenât sure whether or not to point it out in fear he may stop out of embarrassment or awareness.
Most men guide their woman by putting their hand on their lower back
Nanami however does this
ESPECIALLY on date night.
Just like Geto he loves to watch you dress, but also dresses you himself
âWear this, yes? It compliments your skin beautifully.â
âYou sure itâs not, because itâs a bit tighter below the waist?â
And now hes blushing.
Heâll admit. Whenever you come and visit him during lunch to feed him a home cooked meal he hates to see you go but LOVES to watch you leave.
Especially with that sundress you wear during the spring.
Nanami definitely is another man that will practically BEG for you to sit on his face.
âItâs okay, baby, honest. Use my face.â
âKentooooâ!??â
One of his favorite ways to eat you out is like this. It was actually so embarrassing for you at first only because of his SLUTTY MOANS. Which was something you wouldnât expect from a man like him, but you wasnât complaining!He whined and whimpered so shamelessly inside you, you couldnât even make eyes contact after cumming on his tongue.
Choso
Lord bless him.
He is veryâŠ.confused to say the least.
He never understood the attraction of womenâs parts.
Of course he found YOU attractive, but that was all over until he seen your shape.
âOh.â
ââŠoh?â
âYouââ
You usually wore baggy clothing like him. You decided to change really quickly at his new apartment and he was watching you.
Who knew you had a BODY LIKE THAT under all of those clothes!
âYouâre sexâcuteâŠâ
Choso isnât necessarily a shy man, but more hesitant when it comes to touching and complimenting youâŠ
Youâve told him time and time again he is free to touch you when he wants but you sometimes have to guide him.
Usually when he wants to grab your ass he walks DANGEROUSLY close behind you.
So a few times you take his hand and place it on your cheek. For a moment he just rubs his hand across the soft skin and then SQUEEZE.
Choso loves to kneed and rub on your ass while he licks you so usually itâs 69 or you laid to your side.
Another things he actually loves seeing you in are sweats with a small top. Your lower body being heavier than the top is so attractive and you look so squeezable he canât help but to hug you from behind
Please. Please PUH LEASE wear thigh high socks around him the ones that go RIGHT UNDER the cup of your ass and shake it JUST A LIL in front of him.
Moans at the sight everytime
No like literally MOANS by just looking at your ass jiggle.
He doesnât think heâs a pervert but from how he grinds and hump against your ass while you sleep says otherwise.
If yall are wondering why I didnât really speak on backshots it js because ALL OF THEM GO FERAL DOING IT.
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Loving him was never enough
you donât have what logan needs, but he still takes all that he can.
Cage fighter!logan x reader. Mentions of violence. Porn with a little bit of plot. mdni; 18+
thinking about being loganâs plaything in his cage fighting days.
Itâs not uncommon for the fighters to have a beautiful girl around their arms as they enter the ring, and though Logan usually resists against the fan girls who clamour around him in a frenzy, he figures a sweet thing like you could only do him some good.
Not only does it piss the other fighters off, (they hate to see the king of the cage also have a pretty girl like you beside him) turns out, youâre not half bad for company either.
Youâre an anxious little thing, brows furrowed and eyes teary before every match. Logan doesnât bother telling you that heâll be fine, that heâs going to win guaranteed, that his punch is as hard as metal. Literally.
He hates to admit it, but he finds it endearing, the way youâre so worried for him. through his nonchalant front, he still wipes away your tears with his large hands before every match and reassures you, cooing, âIâll be fine. Youâll see.â
When logan gets in the ring, the fight goes exactly as he expects it to go. The other guy is destroyed before logan even shows his true strength. In a spiteful and humiliating position, the fallen guy comments something like, âIâll fuck your pretty girlfriend dumb.â
Logan hears, of course, and though the guy is already bleeding and sprawled over the mat on the ground in a pathetic display, and though logan definitely didnât consider you his girlfriend, he throws the announcer to the side and pounces. Through gritted teeth and a bleeding forehead, he catches your eye, shaking his head lightly before knocking the other guy out.
You wait for him in the small public washroom afterwords, arms crossed and pouting. As Logan approaches the door and sees your stiff pacing around the room, he knows youâre mad. And he knows it wonât stay that way.
ââwas so worried, logan,â you practically run towards him, âwhyâd you have to go after him like that? he couldâve really hurt you.â
He scoffs and flashes you the fresh wad of cash. âHurt me? Please.â
He stays still for as long as he can bear while you dab at the wound on his head with your sleeve, silently hoping you wouldnât notice the red cut slowly healing by itself. When you try to touch his face, to run a finger down his cheek and his stubble, he grabs your wrist harshly to stop you.
Youâre confused, confused as to why he allows you to trail along to his every fight and wipes your tears with such a gentle hand, but refuses to let you in. He doesnât give you much time to think, though, because as soon as you part your lips to speak, heâs picking you up from under your arms and sitting you down on the cold sink counter.
thereâs an aggressive desperation behind his kiss, probably produced by the adrenaline of the recent fight and triggered by the soft whine he heard from you when his teeth knocked against yours. His hand reaches down between your legs and drags your panties to the side, and before long, youâre biting his shoulder and mumbling, ââgonna cum, logan, please, let me cum.â
He does, drawing out your short orgasm with a few more pumps of his fingers and a graze over your clit. When heâs done, youâre practically already numb, head limp on his shoulder as you hear the metal clinking of his belt.
âYou want this?â He asks, holding your head up by your chin as he tilts his head and raises his brows. âYou want me?â
You nod feverishly, half-lidded eyes flickering as you breathe, âyes, logan. need you.â Your head falls back against the mirror, and he looks down with a grin at the sight in front of him.
he hooks his arms around your knees to bring you closer before you take him to the hilt in one go, burying a mewl into his shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist. The first thrust burns, always does, but only he can make you forget the pain in an instant. Soon, your hands are tangled in his hair, his beard is rubbing against your neck, and youâre begging, âplease, lo, need it so bad. â Logan fucks exactly like how he fights, thrusting into you so sharply your ass is sliding back on the metal counter with each movement of his hips.
Heâs done this enough times to know what makes you whine and dig your fingernails into his back, but he still demands, every time, âthat feel good, baby? you like that?â Of course, you donât have to answer for him to know that it does, that it does feel good, so incredibly good, and that heâs hitting all the right spots in the body only he knows so well.
You arenât the only one filling the room with lewd noises. Logan is panting too, the echoes of his each and every grunt reflecting off of every corner in the room and into your ear. It only makes your cheeks flush hotter, only encourages your hips to move more eagerly to match his pace.
Itâs always when heâs just about there that Logan pulls back and looks down at where the two of you are connected, slowing down his strokes to slowly watch his bulging cock sink deep into your slopping cunt.
Itâs the only opportunity with logan that you get to really look at him, to see the raw expression of euphoria on his face, teeth bared and mouth open. Some strands of previously gelled hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes rolling back with each press of his pelvis. Your eyes trace the sweat on his shoulder, the hair on his chest peaking from behind his white wife-beater, and the vein on his stomach that connects to the one on his dick.
You gaze flickers back at his face, and you extend a hand to guide his head towards you. He tries to turn away, as usual, and you hate that you know heâs holding back; limiting the noises heâs making, the pace heâs taking.
âJust use me, Logan. I know you want to,â you plead against his lips, inhaling a gasp as you press your lips onto his. You expect him to pull away, to push your head to the side and focus on finishing the other task at hand, but this time, he only pulls you closer, one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. He doesnât give you much time to be shocked before he resumes his previous pace, drilling into you with the same vigor, albeit a bit more sloppy than before.
Logan pulls back to catch his breath, and at the same time, you clench tightly around him. A low groan escapes him, a noise so animalistic and fervent that you reach your high right then and there, shrieking as your legs begin to shake.
Heâs close too, you can feel it in his breathing, so you let him fuck you beyond your orgasm, even if itâs getting to be too much and youâre losing your thoughts by the second.
ânobodyâ ahâ fucks my girlfriend,â he suddenly growls, lifting you up from under your arms and shoving you against the tiled wall. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look into his hazel gaze as he spits, ân-nobody fucks you like I do.â
He plummets into you deep, leaning his lips in and making you swallow one last groan of his before you feel his warm release fill your insides.
When heâs done, Logan is supporting all your weight, your limp arms splayed around his sweaty back. You whimper at the emptiness as he pulls out, feeling his cum languidly drip down your inner thighs.
Youâre too exhausted to realize what he just said, to react to what he just referred to you as, and as the fog of pleasure slowly unclouds Loganâs head, heâs glad he fucked you stupid enough to forget.
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a/n: anyone else feel like theyâre incapable of writing good smut? Hey Google how many other synonyms could there possibly be of the word âthrustâ?
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GOJO SATORU: ââ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ââ
.àłàż streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance
contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !
author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her êšïž
satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.
that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.
gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!
gojoslittleslut: notice me pls
"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittlâ oh, fuck, what is that?"
you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.
gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~
satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.
suguru-geto: he has a gf ...
gojoslittleslut: yeah
gojoslittleslut: me
you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internetâthey don't stand a chance with your boyfriend.Â
satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.
eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.
toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day
inumaki: we know gtfo
gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?
toji-fushiguro: bet
"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments.Â
satoru's a good streamerâhe does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).
your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"
satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.
he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.
satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"
"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.
"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."
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big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.
prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.
so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"
izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"
you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."
izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'
you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.
people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"
a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.
izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.
his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.
you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.
izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.
when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.
your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."
izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.
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konig with a cute civilian crybaby girlfriend ;D?
dropping him off at the airport for deployment is always the worst. youâre a bat signal for judgey looks and unwanted eyes, a comical picture the two of you makeâ a bulky, giant man trying to console his small, weeping girlfriend. he doesnât know how youâre not used to it by now, this has been his job for as long as youâve known him, and you mustâve done this a hundred times over, but like a pavlovian response, your plump bottom lip starts to tremble, pretty eyes watering with tears.
âno, no, no.â itâs a warning, too little too late. heavy sobs rack your chest, the dam in you breaking as tears flood your cheeks, arms wrapping around his large frame. even though heâs grown to expect it, he still gets uncomfortable at the sudden draw of attention to the two of you, self conscious as he engulfs you into his burly arms and attempts to murmur soothing words in your ear. heâs had better luck defusing bombs than calming you down when youâre all worked up.
you make him promise he wonât die at war, and he obliges on the one condition that you pull yourself together. the feeling of his leathery thumb pads wiping at your tears, his big hands dwarfing your entire face as he cradles it, is enough to sate you, at least temporarily⊠âbe strong for me, hĂ€schen. no more tears, ja? or iâll off myself.â
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