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warnings sex obv. p in v activities, y/n is kinda cruel </3, sub!eren (?), heavy mentions of weed and smoking, y/n sucking the life of of eren (literally and figuratively).
âyou gotta be one stupid person to not let y/n fuck. man, i wish she had asked me and not your scary ass. we wouldâve had a time, iâm telling you.â connie slouched in the car seat, pouting. eren rolled his eyes and took a drag from his blunt.
ây/n just wanna fuck me, bro,â eren rebuttaled. âyeah she bad and all that, but she gon do me in and i donât have it in me to deal with that shit.â
you were notorious around campus for two things. fucking the shit out of dudes and being extremely pretty, which wasnât a good combination. half the men on campus had a story about how you played them or embarrassed them and eren had heard them all. only the bitter ones called you a hoe or lied about your pussy being wack.
ây/n? i was one of her hoes. never again though, thatâs a girl thatâll never cuff you.â
âshe said she loved me.â
âsheâll have you looking stupid. y/n a pimp.â
still, none of it took away from how attractive you were. if anything, it just made you easier to resist. that was, until the new semester started and eren found himself sitting next to you in class. eren had never seen you up close and personal, just from a distance at parties or in the halls. but it was a whole other thing up close. he knew those plump lips and mini skirts you wore would be a problem for him the minute you sat down next to him.
truthfully, like everyone else, eren wanted to fuck you too. you were fine as hell, smart, and confident. however, from the moment he had met you, eren couldnât help but think you were too cocky. you acted like him, or in other words, your ego intimidated him. his suspicions were confirmed when you started coming onto him a few months ago. it started with small gestures from playing with his hair and placing your hand on his thigh to you leaving him hard after you saw him. of course, you had to cover your tracks by telling him how much of a great guy he was and how any girl would be lucky to have him.
connie scoffed dramatically, âshe want you, eren. youâre all she talks about, iâm jealous to be honest. just see what she on.â
eren licked his lips and cocked his head to the side before sighing. âiâll see. bet you she wonât do me how she did reiner though.â everyone recalled how reiner was in a slump after fucking you. his hair was messed up, he wasnât showering. hell, his grades were so bad the football team had to cut him temporarily until he got it together. eren would be damned if you had that effect on him.
later that day, in a lecture, you were at your antics again. it was a self paced class so really you werenât supposed to be too close with the other students but you couldnât help yourself. eren was so easy to mess with and there was no denying the mutual attraction.
âcome on, eren. come chill with me tonight, iâll make it worth your while.â you flirted as you undressed eren with your eyes. he shivered, dropping his pencil and finally meeting your lustful gaze.
ânah, man,â he protested. âi donât know what you on. plus, the last person who âchilledâ witâ you was walking around here depressed and shit.â
you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. âbro, weâve been over this. for one, reiner knew that was a one time thing so he did that to himself. and two, youâre not him. iâm tryna get to you know, âren. we just gonâ smoke a lil weed and talk.â
the tension between the two of you was thick, whether eren wanted to admit it or not. and you looked especially good today. a jean skirt rode up your thighs and the ropped band t-shirt made your cleavage look incredible. not to mention how your lips were drenched in gloss, sending heat to erenâs cheeks. heâd be lying if he said your offer to smoke wasnât intriguing and he did need some relaxation after being pent up from finals. he just wouldnât sleep with you. easy task, right?
âokay, y/n. iâll come chill with you but thatâs it. begginâ ass.â he teased.
you smirked, caressing his jaw. âbet. iâll call you around ten, okay?â eren licked his lips, checking you out as he nodded. he didnât know what he had gotten himself into, did he?
as promised, you hit eren up at ten to match. on the way to your apartment, he couldnât help but regret his outfit choice. it was a casual all black outfit, his chain being the cherry on top. yet, he knew heâd be feeling like prey under a predator's watch with you. he arrived at your place quickly and you were more than eager to let him in, opening the door with a smile and tits on display in a tank top.
eren tuned out whatever you were explaining to him, something about rolling papers, as you strutted into the living room. he could hear the smile on your face as you spoke. he knew you knew he was staring at your ass in the little gray shorts as you switched your hips. eren gulped, murmuring curses.
âi got mango and cherry flavored papers if you want âem too.â you had a wide range of options for smoking on your coffee table. everything from hello kitty papers, to different strands. âwhatever you need, i got.â
eren nodded lazily, as he reclined into the sofa. he watched as you neatly rolled the blunt. it was intoxicating, the way your body was sculpted. every little dip and curve was on full display and it may have been the weed he smoked earlier that night, but you were ten times finer in the moment. you lit the blunt, inhaling deeply, lip gloss coating the tip, before passing it to eren. he had smoked with you before but with other people, so he didnât mind the lipgloss on the blunt.
âso,â you started. âwhatâs up.â
eren grinned as he blew smoke out his mouth. âshit, nothinâ. iâm stressed to be honest with you, i think i needed this. this school shit ainât no joke.â as the weed started coming to him, he noticed things like how soft sensual music played from somewhere in the apartment and how dimly lit the room was aside from the red lights.
âyeah? glad i could take your mind off of that, then.â you said taking a drag.
âyeah. you got the mood right too.â he slurred, tucking his hands in his pants. âgot it smelling good and shit.â
you giggled, scooting closer. âiâm already knowing. you should be relaxed when you smoke witâ me. but aye, you ever shot gunned before?â
eren shook his head, raising a brow. ânah, iâve been wanting to try it though. what you getting at?â
you straddled him, taking a long hit from the sticky blunt, lowering your red eyes. eren felt his dick twitch in his boxers feeling your plush thighs against his. âyou want to try it with me?â he nodded, biting his bottom lip.
you cupped his jaw, long acrylics stroking his stubble as you blew the smoke into his mouth just barely touching his lips. eren took the blunt from you, one hand sneaking to the small of your back. taking a drag, he placed his hand around your neck, squeezing as he blew it back into your mouth. you smiled, gently rolling your hips against his. eren groaned, throwing his head back. the smoke diffused into the air, giving him a clear view of the erotic expression on your face.
âhow was that?â you innocently asked.
eren sat the blunt down, running his hands over your curvy figure. âgood as fuck. made me feel good.â he moaned out.
you cocked your head to the side, looping your fingers around his chain. âlet me make you feel even better, then.â
âo-oh fuckkkkây/n, ma, slow down.â eren wailed, grabbing a fistful of your hair. sloppy slurping sounds filled the room as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. a spit and cum mixture dripped down his balls and between your tits, now out as your sheer tank top had been discarded long ago. ây/n, chill, iâm boutâ to cum againâshitttt.â
you looked up, stopping for a second. your swollen lips and wet cheeks looked beautiful under the red lighting making erenâs stomach tingle. âiâm not done, âren. iâm making you feel good, remember?â his tip hit the back of your throat causing him to yelp. your mouth was so warm, like a blanket around his dick, squeezing him. erenâs breath hitched as he felt yet another orgasm approaching.
ây/n, iâm cumming, oh my fuckinâ god.â the intensity of your head movements increased, one hand stroking his sticky shaft and the other fondling his balls. you smiled to yourself as erenâs hot load filled your mouth for the second time that night. he whined, pushing your head off of his lap and running his fingers through his hair. you stuck your tongue out showing him the white liquid pooling in your mouth before swallowing. erenâs eyes widened in disbelief.
âyou crazy as fuck for that.â he huffed. you slipped your shorts off, tossing them wherever as you sat on erens lip. he winced as you stroked his dick before aligning his tip with your entrance. âw-wait, you not even prepped or nothingââ
âtook care of that before you got here. just lay back and let me work, okay?â erenâs jaw went slack as the euphoric feeling that was your cunt sank down on his length. your pussy made the nastiest sounds as you bounced up and down, causing erenâs eyes to roll to the back of his head and he shamelessly groaned. you wrapped your arms around his neck, licking and sucking at his sweet spot and teasing the sensitive red marks you left previously.
âso big, daddy. youâre stretching my pussy out.â he cursed, biting his lip to prevent his moaning from growing any louder. you were a professional damn near, but eren was bigger than normal. drool ran down the side of your mouth as you slammed your hips against his. his small frame was already shaking at the intense pleasure.
âm-maââ
âshut the fuck up, you can take it. donât be a bitch like reiner.â erenâs pornographic moans increased in volume as your wetness dripped onto his thighs. âthis your pussy, donât run from it.â
you ran your hands up his black t-shirt, tracing your thumbs over his hard nipples as you rolled your hips slowly. erenâs face was flushed red and his glossy eyes watched the way his dick disappeared inside your soaking heat. he had never imagined someone could get him close to tapping out, let alone teary eyed. his stomach muscles flexed as he felt an orgasm approaching when you sped your hips up again.
ây/n, c-chill please.â he strained. âiâm boutâ to cum in you.â
âcum in this pussy, daddy, fill me up.â a shaky moan fell from erenâs lips as his release came, gripping the fat of your ass as his body shook. a thick ring of white formed around the base of his dick and you clenched tightly around his pulsating shaft, unphased by your own orgasm. âoh my god, yes, eren.â
erenâs hips jerked up, his tip hitting your spot each time. you groaned, placing a hand on his chest. âno, no. i want to cum on your face. lay down.â
eren quickly complied as you removed yourself from his lap, laying on his back against the couch cushions. you positioned your cunt over his face, smiling. eren murmured a fuck as your swollen, slick cunt blocked his vision. the way his cum and your cream was messily stuffed into your hole was enough to get him going again. you lowered yourself onto his face and his tongue immediately went to work. he slurped your juices desperately, nails digging into your hips and you grinded against his face. he sucked at your clit then shoved his tongue inside your hole, moaning underneath you.
you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling as you gripped his long hair. he ate you so good, your composure almost fell as you felt yourself about to fall over. you placed a hand on his abs, sliding your cunt up and down. âf-feels so good, daddy.â
âyou taste so fuckinâ good.â you grinned.
âmmm, donât speak, just make me cum.â
âman, i told you! she fucked yo brains out ainât she?â
eren chuckled, embarrassed. âman she was doing shit i didnât even know you could do. had my ass shaking.â connieâs mouth fell open.
âher ass would be sick of me, iâd never leave her alone.â
eren rubbed his hands together. âshe was supposed to call me at two, i think exams got her held up though. let me text her.â
yo, wsp. read 3:46 pm
whoâs this? sent 3:50 pm
eren jerked his head back, frowning. âshe deleted my number?â connie gasped, leaning over and peaking at the messages exchanged.
eren? read 3:51 pm
uhh idk an eren đâđŸ wrong number buddy! sent 3:55 pm
⥠â SUMMARY; you & gojo are both sealed away in the prison realm. with nothing else to do, you might as well start fucking, right?
⥠â CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI â fem! reader, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), missionary, degrading nickname, best friends to friends with benefits, bickering, slightly jealous gojo, you & gojo are both the strongest sorcerers in the world.
⥠â A/N; based on this drabble (: I love this man sm, Iâd do his taxes for him btw // also, pls donât repost my gif!
⥠â WC; 3k
âThis is all your fault, Satoru.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes, it is.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes, it is.â
âOkay, so I was distracted,â Gojo kicked up his feet, placing his black boots across a pile of dusty skeleton heads as if he was at home, relaxing on his plush couch, and not trapped inside of the prison realm. âIf I remember correctly â and I do remember correctly because it happened thirty seconds ago â you were distracted too. Who knew that seeing your dead classmate would throw you off?â
âThrow me off?â You frowned, moving around a pile of bones to sit down somewhat comfortably. âYou nearly passed out. I saw it with my own eyes, Satoru.â
âOh,â Giving a small chuckle, Gojo tilted his head a bit as he smirked. âSo you could see that, but you couldnât see the weird guy with the two short ponytails almost obliterate you?â
âI donât remember that. Donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSee this?â Gojo lifted a skull pressing against his right leg, and he dangled it in front of you. âThis wouldâve been you if it wasnât for me.â
âYou dumbass,â you paused, rolling your eyes, âbecause of you, weâre both gonna end up exactly like that skeleton. You do realize weâre trapped in here, right? No way out?â
âCalm down. Someone will save us. I have faith, donât you?â
âHell no,â a small sigh fell from between your lips, âand you know what? I hope we donât get saved. The fact that we let ourselves get captured like this is embarrassing. I absolutely cannot leave this stupid box and look another sorcerer in the eye after this. Iâd rather die.â
âYouâre pretty dramatic,â Gojo sighed. âI hear you, though. We really screwed this up. We shouldâve picked different careers. I couldâve been a really nice basketball coach.â
âI wouldâve been a coffee shop owner.â Distracted by your own what-if daydreams, you mistakenly leaned back on a pile of skeletons, nearly jumping out of your skin once you remembered that you were indeed lying on a pile of skeletons. âShit! I gotta get outta here, I canât do this.â
âJust calm down, it isnât so bad.â As Gojo adjusted himself, he grunted. âRemember when you dressed up as a skeleton for Halloween? You manifested this.â
âI shouldâve never taught you that word,â frowning, you stood up, glancing around the dark inner workings of the prison realm. âHow can you relax in a place like this? Arenât you uncomfortable? Or at least a little bit scared?â
âHmm, no.â Gojo grinned.
âI shouldnât have asked. Youâre too stupid to know when to be scared.â
âOuch,â Gojo said dramatically, a hint of amusement coating his words. âYa know, Iâm glad youâre not a coffee shop owner. Youâd probably toss random shit in someoneâs coffee, sweetheart.â
âOh my god, please shut up.â
âYou shut up,â Gojo retorted childishly.
Deep breathing exercises had certainly come in handy during moments such as this one.
Although years upon years had passed since you and Gojo were kids, running around in Halloween costumes and splitting popsicles, it felt as if no time had passed at all whenever you two held a conversation.
Even so, how exactly did it come to this?
Gojo never truly had an ordinary childhood â you were the only normal thing in his life at the time â but you grew up rather unextraordinary.
A normal girl, one who went to school and did her classwork before sneaking off to a secluded lake in the late afternoons with Gojo, skipping rocks and eating sandwiches together.
It was a beautifully plain life. One that was ripped away from you by curses and sorcery.
The only silver lining that truly existed was your old classmates; the dear friends you made once you attended Jujutsu High all those years ago, and in particular, a dark-haired, mellow guy.
âMustâve been really hard for you,â Gojo suddenly mumbled, âseeing Suguru again. You two had gotten pretty close, right? Up until he . . . left?â
âWhatâs up with the mumbling? Now isnât the time for you to get jealous.â
âIâm not,â Gojo mumbled once again, turning his head away from you. âItâs not like that was the real Suguru anyway. Our Suguru is gone for good.â
âYeah.â The sad tone of your voice is what grabbed Gojoâs attention. One thing that was stronger than his jealousy over you and Getoâs old fondness for one another was his deep concern for you.
âHey, câmere,â Gojo smiled softly, facing you once again.
âHuh?â You raised your eyebrows.
âI said come here.â
Hesitantly, you walked over to where Gojo was stretched out among the bones, sitting down on the ground beside him as best as you could with all the skeletons around. As you looked at him, it was rather impossible to understand how he could relax so comfortably.
âCome closer,â he held his arm out, waving you over.
âWhy? What for?â
ââCause I wanna hold you, so just come here.â Suddenly, Gojo leaned up a bit, grabbing ahold of your wrist before pulling you on top of him.
With his other hand, he gripped the back of your thigh, moving your leg over his hips as he leaned back. He sighed with contentment once you were fully on top of him. Releasing your wrist, the white-haired man touched the side of your face, slowly guiding your head to his chest. âSee? Isnât this better than laying on those skeletons?â
âI guess so,â you mumbled against his chest.
âWhy are you so tense?â Gojo guided his hand across one of your shoulders, and he started to rub it.
âHard to relax when youâre trapped in the prison realm,â you paused. âNot to mention Iâm literally laying on top of you.â
âSo? We hug and stuff all the time.â
âThis is more than hugging, and weâve barely done that,â you smiled softly. âKinda nice, though. Youâre pretty warm.â
âYouâre pretty warm too. And really soft.â With his other hand â the one that never left your thigh â Gojo slowly stroked you, gliding his hand up and down, but not daring to touch your ass just yet.
But he wanted to. Desperately.
Suddenly, Gojo shifted his body, squirming just a bit.
âYou okay?â You questioned, lifting your head off of his chest to look at his blindfolded face. âWant me to get off?â
âNo, not at all, everythingâs fine,â Gojo lied.
Truth be told, his dick was starting to harden in his pants, and he could barely stand it.
âOh, okay,â laying your head back down on Gojoâs chest, you spoke once again. âSatoru? What are we supposed to do until someone saves us? Just sit here and wait?â
âNo, thatâs a bad idea,â Gojo said.
âThen what should we do?â
Before he answered, Gojo placed his finger underneath his blindfold, pulling at it playfully.
âWell, we should probably fuck, right?â
It took a moment for Gojoâs sinful words to fully sink in. Upon realizing that you had heard him correctly, your head snapped up, your eyes widening with utter shock.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me, sweetheart,â Gojo smirked. âNo need to make such a big deal out of it. Weâre friends, arenât we?â
âYes, but . . .â You paused, darting your eyes across the vast, skeleton-filled, dark space. âHere? Of all places?â
Gojo shifted once again. He gripped his pants, but he truthfully wanted to grip his cock instead.
âIâd fuck you anywhere,â Gojo said lowly. âI just think itâs time we finally fuck each other, donât you?â
Suddenly, his large hand gripped the back of your head, and your best friend shoved his lips against yours.
âHmm,â Gojo moaned softly, kissing you passionately with those sweet, feathery lips of his. Kissing you â finally, after so many years of dreaming about it â was a magical experience. Before, he never believed in soulmates or seeing fireworks when kissing someone â until now.
âShit, youâre so . . .â His words trailed off as he pulled away, his warm breath patting against your pretty face.
âSatoru,â you mumbled against his lips, âI didnât know you thought of me this way. I didnât think that Iâd be someone youâd wanna sleep with.â
âReally? Whyâs that?â As Gojo spoke, he took off his blindfold, staring at you â then your lips â with those vibrant, ocean-blue eyes of his.
âWeâve barely even hugged,â when you frowned, just a little bit, Gojo wanted to kiss your pouty lips over and over again until his mouth was sore.
God, he wanted you in ways he couldnât even begin to vocalize.
But heâd certainly try.
âAnd I thought I was being obvious this entire time,â Gojo paused. âWhenever we would fight together, side by side, do you know how hard it was to concentrate? All I could ever focus on in the middle of battle was trying not to let myself get distracted by you. Hearing you grunt and groan, just watching the way youâd move. Iâve always wanted to take you home with me once the fight ended, toss you on my bed, and find out all the noises you can make; see how loud you can get. I just gotta hear you moan for me, baby. I have to.â
Running his thumb over your soft mouth, he slightly pulled down on your bottom lip, all before he leaned in again, moving his thumb away and replacing it with his lips.
This time, when he kissed you, he didnât hold back. That sweet tongue of his entered your mouth as if it was on a mission, and he swirled his tongue around yours, enjoying every little surprised noise you made just as much as he enjoyed tasting your delicious mouth. Heâd kiss you forever if he could.
A small part of him hoped that the two of you would never get released, and he could spend eternity with his tongue sloppily flicking against yours.
A pair of large hands suddenly gripped your ass. When you gasped, pulling away from Gojoâs lips, he smiled. You were just too cute.
Who knew that the prison realm would actually turn out to be heaven?
âYouâre so tense,â Gojo said with a hint of a teasing tone. âHas no one ever touched you like this before?â
âPeople have â I mean, Iâve done stuff before, itâs just . . .â
When you failed to finish your sentence, Gojo took it upon himself to finish it for you.
âItâs just that no oneâs ever made you feel good before,â his sly grin only grew. âRight?â
âI-â you stammered, âthatâs none of your business.â
âLay down.â
âWhy?â You asked, your curiosity at its peak.
âI wanna eat you out, sweet girl. Now lay down.â Gojoâs hands moved from your ass to your hips, and he lifted you off of his lap and laid you down next to him.
He then flipped over on top of you, giving you another kiss â a little, quick one â before he started to impatiently unbutton your pants.
âWhat kinda best friend would I be if I just let you keep living your life without having had a proper orgasm?â He said, shrugging off your bottoms. âTold you not to waste any time with all those shitty guys. You shouldâve been with me from the start.â
âYeah, yeah,â rolling your eyes, you sat up on your elbows, looking down at the sorcerer between your thighs, who slowly pulled down your underwear and held your legs open. âYouâre not the first guy who has said a bunch of hot things to me, but then failed to deliver-â
You were interrupted by your own unexpected gasp, as it was elicited from your throat thanks to Gojoâs skillful tongue, which had swiped right across your clit.
He was such a tease; that tongue of his could work wonders. And it did. He flicked at your clit rapidly, and during every quick stroke, his eyes never glanced away from your face.
You started to squirm, but he held onto your thighs, convinced that absolutely nothing in this world could make him want to stop eating your pussy. Not when it tasted so undeniably good.
âHad no idea this pretty pussy was so damn delicious,â he pulled away, mumbling against your wet folds. âShouldâve done this a long time ago, baby.â
When he dived back into your pussy, he licked and sucked, sucked and licked. Good god, you tasted amazing. So, so amazing. He couldnât help but moan as he made a mess of your pussy; your juices and his spit decorating his face.
âOh my god, Satoru,â you moaned, âIâm close-â
Once again, your words were cut off by your own uncontrollable moans. That sweet orgasm was brewing right in the pit of your stomach.
You expected him to pull away once you warned him about your approaching orgasm, but he didnât. Instead, he pressed his calloused fingertips into your plush thighs even harder, and he ate your pussy as messily as possible. Licked at it more rapidly. Sucked on your clit more hungrily.
âCum in my mouth,â he moaned out in between licks. âDonât hold back; I want it all. Cum in my mouth right now.â
âGojo!â You called out. Last warning.
Instead of pulling away, he reached forward, grabbing ahold of your soft tits. With his fingers, he flicked at your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.
And with that, you arched your back off of the hard ground, moaning his name over and over again like a sinner praying for forgiveness.
Gojo lapped up your juices as if he was dying of thirst. Heâll be damned if he missed even a single drop of it.
âDamn it,â he said as he detached his lips from your swollen clit. âI wanna eat you out over and over again, but I gotta fuck you. I just gotta know what itâs like to be inside of you.â
Gojo sat up on his knees. He unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled them down, along with his boxers, his hard dick flung out.
You couldnât help but stare at the mesmerizing large dick. The tip of it was red and swollen, precum dripping from his aching hole. Two long, thick veins ran along his member.
âYouâre so big,â you stated, darting your eyes between his hard cock and handsome face.
âItâs okay,â Positioning himself in between your legs, he said, âIâll make it fit, baby.â
When he pressed the tip of his dick against your awaiting hole, it felt like he was stepping through the gates of heaven.
One hand was placed next to your head, holding himself up, while his other hand gripped your hip.
His dick slid inside of your soaking wet pussy as if it belonged there; pieces of a puzzle coming together. The sinful moan that fell from between his lips was beautiful.
He couldnât help it.
Not when your pussy was so tight, wet, and warm.
âHmm, hey baby?â Gojo whispered, his warm breath patting against your ear, soft white hair tickling the side of your face. âYou called me Gojo instead of Satoru earlier when I was eating your pussy. I want you to moan it again for me, over and over again. Can you do that?â
You nodded eagerly.
âSuch a sweet girl,â he gave the shell of your ear a quick little lick. âSo, so sweet.â
He didnât wait too long to start thrusting in and out of you once your pussy had adjusted to his size. He simply couldnât. Not when you felt so utterly amazing.
With his lips still close to your ear as he fucked you, the chatty man whispered all sorts of dirty things. And it only made you moan even louder.
âI could fuck you just like this forever. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â He grunted, slamming himself inside of you at a quicker pace. âSorry if Iâm being too rough. I canât help it, baby. Your pussyâs driving me crazy, just like I knew it would. I knew my best friend would feel this good. Who else other than me would know what to do with a pussy like this? Hm?â
âGojo,â you called out, gripping his shoulders for dear life. âGojo, I canât- Iâm gonna cum again!â
âAlready?â He smirked, pulling away from your ear, his face only a few inches away from yours. âGonna cum all over my dick? Make a mess?â
You didnât respond â you couldnât respond â not when he rhythmically fucked you like a doll, the tip of his dick reaching all the right spots inside of you.
âShit,â Gojo suddenly groaned. âThink Iâm gonna cum too, baby. I canât hold it . . . Canât fucking hold it much longer. Iâm gonna fill you up. Stuff that pretty pussy with my cum. No one else will get to.â
âPlease do it,â you stammered out with a whine, struggling to speak from the way your body was being pounded into. âP-Please!â
Suddenly, Gojo felt your pussy tighten around his cock. A wave of pure bliss washed over you, making your toes curl as you moaned his name in broken syllables.
The prettiest tears started to fall from your eyes. Gojo kissed them away.
His own orgasm was approaching quickly, building up in his lower stomach, dick, balls, and even his thighs.
âIâm so close â Iâm right there, baby. Iâm right there. Shit â Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum right inside of you, baby â thereâs so much of it. Iâm cumming-â
Feeling your cum coat his cock as your pussy milked him pushed him right over the edge. He moaned so loudly, it would have been entirely unsurprising if someone could have heard it from outside of the box.
He shot ropes upon ropes of warm, thick, pearly cum inside of you. His dick throbbed with every pulse, spilling every last drop of his semen into your stuffed hole.
âBaby,â Gojo whined lowly, attempting to catch his breath. âI didnât think Iâd ever stop cumming. You drive me crazy.â
âCan we go again?â Looking into his eyes with a pleading glance, you said, âI need more, Gojo, make me cum again. Please?â
âDid I just turn my best friend into my little slut?â Smirking, Gojo leaned down, kissing your lips once again. It was his favorite thing to do. âIâll make you cum as many times as you want, sweetheart. We might be here for a while, so why not?â
Suddenly, Gojo lifted you, switching your positions until you were sitting right on top of him, his dick still inside of you.
âThe prison realm doesnât seem so bad anymore,â you grinned.
Gripping your hips, Gojoâs eyes scanned over your beautiful body, admiring the perfect view as you started to ride him.
women are so pretty. i love them so much and canât express my love anywhere else. they make me tingle and giddy full of emotion, making my cheeks go warm and my body full of fireworks.
if a woman looks my way, my heart goes into defense more and starts beating erratically. how can i not live them? theyâre beautiful voices, beautiful hair, comforting touch, nice figures no matter the size.
i want to listen to theyâre every thought and every word that slips past theyâre lips, i want to look into their eyes as they express their goals and fears, i want to hear them erupt into laughter.
looking at a pretty girls face and examining every detail is like looking at a colorful rainbow over the crystal blue sea.
i want to kiss a woman, feel a woman, make women happy.
if i could make every woman in the world happen in this very moment i would. i live for women forever and always
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đđđđđđđđ ïčâ æŠèŠ â§âË you purposely piss hakari off. wc, 2.65K. dark mode recommended.
â„ note. this is my FIRST time writing for this man so don't beat me if this is inaccurate. ty @5kstxrz for giving me this idea (thatâs twin mkay)
â„ tags. drinking, smoking, smut (omg wow), play fighting, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything
â„ misc. masterlist AO3
it was evident to everyone around that your relationship with hakari was filled with passive-aggressive behavior. even though it was apparent that you both cared for each other deeply, the continuous exchange of sarcastic remarks and subtle jabs made your friends and even strangers concerned about your well-being.
the constant bickering between you two was so intense that people often wondered if you were caught in a toxic relationship that you couldn't escape from. despite the love you shared, the tension between you two was palpable and gave rise to many uncomfortable situations.
hakari was a complex individual who had a penchant for indulging in vices. he was known to be a habitual gambler, a smoker, and a drinker. within his many addictions, he had a charismatic personality that drew people towards him. one of his peculiar habits was to take bets on trivial things, such as how many times you'd would insult him before expressing affection towards him. squeezing his waist, telling him how much you love him.
"you're just full of surprises, huh?" hakari chuckles at you as he kisses your head, returning the hug you had given him. "you still got a big head, though. nothin' can change that."
"like your head isn't bigger," you sucked your teeth before flashing a smile at your boyfriend. hakari would release you and stick his middle finger up at you before plopping down onto the couch, the piece of furniture grunting as his weight pressed down onto it.
as you noticed his tan face go pale, you instinctually reached out with your hand and gently brushed your palm against his cheek, hoping to rouse him from his slumber. however, the moment your skin came into contact with his, you couldn't help but notice how icy cold he felt. you paused for a moment, your hand still resting on his cheek, as you realized that something was not quite right.
suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he stared back at you with a look of confusion and surprise, as if you had just startled him out of a deep sleep. his blonde hair was tousled and messy, and his eyes were still cloudy with sleep. nevertheless, his gaze seemed to bore into you, and you couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by his sudden awakening.
"what the hell.." hakari let out a deep groan as he pushed himself up from the couch, lightly kicking the shattered glass beneath his feet. "hey, when'd you get here?" the male asked with a hint of slurring in his speech. as he looked up at you with heavy, droopy eyes, it was clear that he had indulged in some heavy drinking. the pungent odor emanating from him was reminiscent of a dead skunk, indicating that he had gone beyond his limits.
"just now," you suddenly blinked at the male. hakari, who was sitting in front of you, noticed your sudden movement and scratched the nape of his neck before tilting his head to crack his joints. the sound of his joints echoed in the quiet room as he stretched his muscles, trying to relieve the tension from his body after sitting for so long. "are you high?"
"high off my fever," the male chuckled as you saw the vibrance come back into his magenta-colored irises before pushing himself up from the couch, running his fingers through his twisted locks. "help me clean this mess up, will ya?"
as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of Hakari shuffling towards the kitchen. he seemed to be in a hurry, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. a few moments later, he emerged from the kitchen with a rag in his hand.
you could see the dampness on the rag and could smell the cleaning spray that he had used to dampen it. it was clear that he was on a mission to clean up yet another one of his spills. you decided to have a little fun with him this time and stepped back, leaving him to his own devices.
this continued for the rest of the day. you and hakari were cuddled up together in bed watching a horror movie that he suggested for the two of you to watch together before heading to sleep that night. as you both watched the film, you felt pretty and wanted to take some photos.
despite your efforts to pose for the camera, it was no secret that you struggled with it. with your phone held out in front of you at an awkward angle, you squinted at the screen and kept adjusting the position, hoping for a better shot. however, all your attempts were in vain as your little device suddenly slipped from your grasp and landed firmly in hakari's hand. with effortless ease, the male took the phone from you and began capturing a few shots, skillfully adjusting the angle and focus to create the perfect photo.
"i had it, y'know?" you furrowed your eyebrows as you snatched your phone back from him. though you were being all fussy with hakari, saying how much you didn't really need his help with posing, he couldn't help but notice how enchanting you looked with your face being illuminated by the tv while the rest of you were consumed by the darkness of the room.
"yeah, sure you did." hakari rasped before suddenly pinning you to the bed and kissing you to silence your fussing. his legs wrapped around your thighs while his hands moved up and down your sides, his grip getting tighter as the kiss grew more passionate.
his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, and back down again, his hand roaming up your thigh. both of you had been breathing quite heavily as he held you down with his body as your lips remained locked together. hakari moved back to your neck, lightly sucking on your skin, making sure he'd leave a mark on you.
as hakari sucked on your skin, you felt him pulling down your sweatpants. once your pants had gone past your knees and down to your feet, he tossed the item onto the floor, leaving your panties exposed to him. before he could slide them down, he paused, making sure to break his pace.
"just to let you know...before this goes any further..." he began softly, his grip on your hips becoming lighter. "i don't have a condom...is that good with you?"
you nodded, "it's okay." your reply was simple and to the point. hakari seemed a bit surprised by your directness, but he had a faint grin on his lips as well.
once your panties were completely off and out of the way, he would toss them onto the floor with your pants and continue his previous process, now using his fingers to explore your sensitive area. when hakari heard your breathing picking up and your whimpering became more evident, he smirked, and his hands began moving faster.
hakari was pleasantly surprised by your response and he began to move his fingers through your gummy walls faster and more confidently after hearing your vocality. his smirk grew as he continued, his gaze locked on yours. after a few moments, he finally decided to speak to break the silence that was accompanied by the sounds of your wetness.
"you like that, huh?" he mumbled to you, keeping his digits moving at a moderate pace, but the speed at which they moved started to slow down a little. you were honestly starting to think that he would never stop.
"you know....i- can't-" you stammered as you tried to speak while simultaneously fighting off your moans of pleasure that reverberated against the walls of your bedroom. you suddenly stopped trying to talk, as you realized that it was getting harder for you to do.
hakari groaned as your sounds became louder and heavier, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. his grip tightened again, and his fingers sped up once more, as he kept his eyes locked on yours then slowing down again. "you like this...yeah?" he grunted out. "tell me how much you like it..."
his tone was a lot more flirtatious now. his hand moved in a circular motion, now adding another digit into your core.
"i like it, hakari," you said breathily, your eyebrows knitting together while you attempted to keep your composure, but it obviously hadn't been going very well for you at the moment. "i love it, actually."
hakari continued to listen to your responses, and his lips grew into a wider grin as he heard your words. his hands continued their pace as well, and after a moment of thinking, he spoke again. "mhm..." he mumbled back. "you love it, huh? good."
his grip on your waist was quite tight at this point, but he was enjoying it, judging by the wide smile that he had on his face. once again, he started to speak.
"aw, you're just so cute," he crooned, moving his hands back down between your legs. "and you're a vocal one too."
as hakari started to pick up his pace once again, enjoying the loud noises you were making. he was almost sure the neighbors heard you. he had been teasing you to the fullest, you were starting to get impatient with him.
"please, i don't want your fingers," you finally spoke up, your breath hitching as you spoke. "i want you inside." your words caught hakari off guard and he was never really expecting you to want anything more from him. in fact, it only made him grin even more as his eyes locked with yours.
"really...?" he muttered, squeezing your waist a bit with each passing moment. "you sure you don't want my fingers, you want the entire thing, huh?"
when you nodded in response to his question, he let out a grunt as he began to move his hands down to get himself in position. the male would remove his shirt and then his pants and his hands were on your waist while your legs spread far enough to accommodate him. hakari was already breathing heavily at this point, and once he got himself into the proper position, he moved your legs over your head as he prepared to enter you.
once he was inside, his grip on your hips became tight. his movement was a bit slow as well, just to start off. he grunted once again, starting to speed up with each passing moment. his breath getting heavy. your arms were wrapped around his body and when hakari decided to speed up, your grip tightened and your nails proceeded to dig into his back.
hakari groaned, digging his hand deeper into the mattress underneath him as he got into it more at this point. his grip on her hips were as tight as could be, as he looked into her eyes, a grin on his face. the feeling of your nails digging into his back and your moans from them were almost enough to make him lose it. hakari was clearly enjoying this, and so he pressed even deeper, starting to move faster with each passing moment.
âshit...â his pace continued to speed up, as he began to breathe more heavily. âmoan for me...â hakari grunted in a somewhat harsh sounding tone, but still somewhat flirtatious. despite the change in his tone, he was enjoying himself as his pace continued to increase.
doing as told, you let out a soft moan as your hips started to react to his movements. hakari seemed delighted by your reaction. his smile grew even stronger. now that you were moaning for him, his fingers gripped onto the sheets of the bed and sweat beads began to form on his forehead.
the male moved closer to your face in order to see you better, his hand still moving. he grunted loudly as he moved even faster, the pace becoming almost relentless. he wanted you to feel amazing, but he also wanted himself to feel just as good, so he moved at a pace where they both felt pleasure. this went on for a while, until he eventually felt himself starting to get close.
once he felt himself get closer, he slowed down a little bit, his grip on her continuing to stay tight and his voice becoming a little raspier from all the movement. âyou close?â he grunted out, his breath heavy from all of the movements, just as his voice was heavy due to the sounds you was making.
âyeah,â you breathed out, tears starting to form in your eyes from the pressure.
the movements continued on, picking up speed again, and he stayed as deeply as he could get inside of you. his hand tightened again as well, as he kept his pace the same as before, if not faster.
âfuck, i'm so close...â he murmured, grunting once again. his pace was getting faster, and the movements were becoming more repetitive as he grunted again. his hand kept its grip on your hips.
the sound of your moaning and his grunting became quite loud in the room now, as they just kept going at it. as hakariâs breath became even heavier, his hand moved from her hip up to her neck, starting to grab her a little bit to hold her in place.
âdonât fuckinâ move..." hakari mumbled out, still having his hand on her neck as he moved faster. the sounds of you and his breathing, his grunting, and your moaning were all really loud and heavy. you could barely feel his grip on her stomach anymore, as his hand had moved to her neck now.
âfuck... i'm...â he grunted, his voice becoming hoarse. this continued for a few moments more, but after enough time had passed, he finally stopped. strings of white ropes landed onto you and the bed sheets. hakari released another groan and the grip on your neck loosened finally, leaving purple marks on your skin.
hakari laid down beside you, still breathing heavily. he was dripping with sweat and so were you. both having a panting expression on your faces. although he was exhausted from the whole ordeal, a wide grin was still on his face.
"you know..." he started between breaths, still gripping your waist. his body was leaning against yours, putting pressure on you. "you still got a fat ass head...but i really enjoyed that."
"man, you don't ever let a good moment go by," you playfully roll your eyes as you finally catch your breath. hakari shrugged, giving you a goofy smile before kissing your cheek and resting his head against your chest.
"wanna watch another movie?" he mumbled against your body, lightly kissing you and rubbing your slightly bruised sides with his thumb. you put your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"one more and then i'm going to bed." you said as you pulled the blanket over your bodies. hakari sucked his teeth as if he didn't like the idea of watching a final movie then going to sleep.
"i won't be letting you sleep, then," the male smirked as he grabbed the remote from the nightstand and began to search for another movie for the night.
rubbing on satoruâs undercut while heâs eating it or deep inside you⊠walk with me, you have to see the vision.Â
when heâs not wearing his blindfold, his hair just falls, and itâs so fucking hot, but whatâs even hotter is when heâs swirling his tongue around your folds and clit and your hand slides under his hair and touches his undercut.Â
he loves that shit. the first time you did it, it sends chills then tingles down his spine, and his dick stood up, it was like a sensory thing, and he liked it so much, he felt like a dog.Â
the only thing he needed was a âgood boyâ to go with it, and heâll be living til one hundred.Â
it was one of those things that only you did. before he met you and had relationships and hook-ups, no one ever touched his undercut; itâs almost like it wasnât there, but with you, it was always there.Â
whenever he went in for a kiss youâll place your hand right there, while he was eating your pussy, it was right there, while he was laying on top of you, it was right there.Â
something he barely paid attention to because it wasnât acknowledged was something he thought about all the time because you touched and rubbed it all the time.Â
any time he was missing you, he would always slide his hand under his hair and rub his undercut, and your pretty face would come to mind with all the memories of your hand on it.Â
there was something so sensational about you rubbing on his undercut and your hands sliding down to his back. as much as it turned him on it always brought him comfort over time.Â
even while sucking on your breast, his tongue swirling on your areola, his hands down your pants, and his fingers pumping inside of you, his eyes would flutter shut from how good it felt.Â
or when he was deep inside you and his tip making contact with your sweet spot every time as he moaned and grunted in your ear as your walls clamped on all sides of his length, if your hand grazed his undercut he would cum.Â
everytime meg post it make me so damn happy im so happy to see her smiling it feels like finding a lake of clean fresh cold water in the middle of the desert
he knows he shouldnât do this, everything in his body is screaming at him to stopâyet he canât.
youâd waltzed into his job like you owned the place, carrying his hefty lunch box heâd left on the counter that morning. heâd gotten enough lashings from you about not eating, so he settled for packing food every morning before he left. there were times heâd âforgetâ to pick it up on the way out, just to see you later in the day, and this was one of those days.
nanami was totally normal about the way you carried yourself in his workplace. you talked to sarah at the front desk like she was an old friend from high school, and you smiled so prettily everytime someone complimented your outfit or your hair. you donât even know how many times his coworkers had begged him to convince you to come work for his company, but he knew how much your profession meant to you.
it was cute, really.
on days like this, spending his lunch break with you was more than enough to get him through the rest of the grueling dayâespecially since he had his head squished between your thighs.
was this smart at all, not really. the walls in the office were paper thin, even at the 12th floor where he resided. there werenât many people on this floor anyway, but it was still a risk. it didnât matter to you though, as nanami drank you down like a man parched for water. heâd already made you cum from his thick fingers twice, but you wanted his tongue more, yet he kept edging you.
âbabe, s-slow down!â you whispered, your protests falling on deaf ears. nanami was on another planet, his eyes screwed shut and a blush painting his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. your legs were shaking as he plunged his fingers in and out of you, his tongue abusing your clit. your fingers gripped his hair, trying to get a little break from his relentlessness.
âhmmm⊠âdonât wanna.â nanami smiles, playing innocent as your thighs tightened around his head. he was in complete awe of you, he could lose his job doing this, but he didnât care. you looked so beautiful, sitting there waiting for him to fuck youâto make you cumâand he adored this view more than anything.
nanami kisses his way up your thighs, making sure to lick at your most sensitive spots. the pad of his thumb traces over your aching clit, rubbing with much more vigor as he watched your pout grow. he knows what you need, and his break was too close to being over to not give you what you want. his smile grows as he buries his face between your thighs, his hazel eyes turning doughy as he winks at you. you giggle as you feel him smile against you, and you feel yourself rising to your peak.
âbaby, babyâlet me cum this time pleaseââ you cried, your voice coming out weaker with each word. even as desperate as you were, your actions were so gentle. your hands carding through his hair so softly that he thought heâd melt into the floor, your soft smile staying in place, even on wobbly lips. just as your body trembled, he was pulling away, a gentle smile matching yours on his lips. you whine, feeling cold at the loss of contact once more.
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thinking about jerking gojo off with an obscene amount of lube ^.^
the loud squelches echoing in his ears did very little to help him from blowing his load for the second time in five minutes. the cum and lube were all mixed together on his cock and your hands, which were furiously stroking his cock
both your hands were wrapped around his length while you jerked him off using a screwing, twisting motion that made his legs shake and jerk. each time your hand rubbed over his tip, fingers rubbing along his frenulum on the downstroke, his body jolted forward.
âitâs so wet, oh my god itâs so wet nggghhh-âgojo moaned helplessly, unable to process what to do with his hands as he went from gripping his hair, to the sheets, to your wrists, his unusually weak grip doing little to cease your strokes.
âit feels good huh? you want it tighter?â you ask, your voice so teasing and sultry, only adding to the intense ache gojo felt in his balls. gojo shook his head furiously, his hips unintentionally bucking up into your grip as he tried to excape the pleasure, âno, god- no i- iâm gonna cum if you do that.â gojo whined, his voice so breathy and broken.
his moans filled up the room, grunts and whines he was previously trying to hold back now spilling shamelessly into the open air against his wishes. ignoring his words, you squeezed your hands harder around his cock and put extra pressure on the downstroke when you rubbed your fist over his cock head.
he was leaking so much pre it was hard to tell weather or not he was cumming. his body was jolting and jerking around, his face permanently screwed in pleasure, the deep dusting over his cheeks that matched his flushed tip, it was all so beautiful.
âbaby, baby- baby i said no, d-donât do it tighter iâm gonna cum, baby iâm gonna cum-â gojo cried, his voice breathy and high pitched as he did his best to try and warn you that he was dangerously close, closer than you thought he was. you were only able to moan in response when gojo released a long, loud whine of pleasure as his hot cum shot out of his cock.
the lube and his cum coated your hands and his cock, making them impossibly wetter. the mess had started to drip down gojoâs balls and between his thighs, making a mess on the bedsheets. gojoâs jaw fell open as his body was wracked with tremors, his eyes fluttered back in his head each time a streak of cum was released from his sensitive tip.
when gojoâs spurts got weaker, you brought your thump up to his tip and started rubbing against his frenulum, trying to coax more cum out of his ball. gojo released a yelp in response, his body curling in on itself as he sat up, using both hands to grip your own, stopping you from going any further.
âi-if you donât stop, something else is going to come out.â gojo warned, breathing heavily, his eyes full of lust. âso let it.â you whispered, pressing your lips against his as you leaned forward against him, your body falling on top of his as the two of you crashed back against the sheets, your hand between your bodies, steady grip on his softening cock.
photographer!choso who just graduated university, broke and has no money. He starts applying to any jobs that are hiring, in dire need for money. He hopes to put his photography skills to use as it was something he studied in school. After two weeks of waiting for any places to call him, he gets a gig at a small photography studio in Tokyo. He immediately takes the job, smile on his face as he walks in with his camera in hand. They didnât even interview or ask to look at his portfolio, they instantly put him on set, directing him around and giving him orders. He thought nothing of it until he saw you walk out onto the set, covered in silk robe, makeup and hair done. You quite literally took his breath away when you undid the robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your nude body.
The place that had hired him was nude photography studio. He couldnât think straight, eyes glued to you as they ordered you how to pose, putting you in lewd positions that only made choso imagine howâd you look with his cock stuffed in you. He blinks his thoughts away, blush spreading across his cheeks as he averts his gaze from you. He raises his camera, angling it just right as he captures you in your most divine. Half lidded eyes staring back at him as your hands cup your tits. He snaps several photos, gulping when you change positions and arch your back, ass high in the hair. He starts to feel hot, his dick straining against his jeans as he struggles to breathe correctly. God, you were beautiful.
The entire photo shoot he never took his eyes off of you, following your figure when you walked off set in your robe. He clenched his jaw, encapsulated by your essence. It almost felt like it was just you and him in the room every time he snapped a photo of you. âYou have the photos?â One the of the editors asked, snapping him back to reality.
âOh, uh, yeah.â Choso fumbled with his camera, nearly dropping it as he pulled out the sd card. Just as the editor was about to walk away, Choso asked, âwho is that?â
âYou mean y/n?â The editor furrowed her brows. âSheâs an upcoming model.â They turned back around, walking away with the sd card. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. He looked down at his camera, licking his lips.
Choso went back home that night, his thought plagued with images of you. âShit,â he groaned, noticing the hard on in his sweats. He palmed his cock, clenching his eyes shut to try and get rid of these disgusting fantasies he had, but it only made him see you again. Bending you over and plowing into you until you cry, or ruining your makeup as he fucks your face, taking a picture of you after for memories. Snapping a photo while you ride his cock, tits bouncing in his face. He wonders how you feel and taste. How could he crave something heâs never had?
Next thing he knows, his fist is pumping his cock, moans falling past his plump limps as his eyes flutter shut. He imagines your wet cunt squeezing around him, milking him for what heâs worth. âY/n, y/n, y/n,â he babbles, biting down on his bottom lip as he tries to suppress his moans. His breath gets caught his throat as his abs tenses up, feeling how close he was to cumming. âMmmm, fuck,â he moans. His wrist moves in circular motions, from the base to the tip as he squeezes a little harder. As he pictures his cum filling you up, dripping from your pussy, his entire body quivers as spurts of thick cum shoot from his head, landing on his hand and stomach. âNnnnghâshit!â He canât stop moving his hand, tossing his back onto the pillow in pure ecstasy. âFuck me, baby, please!â Oh how he wishes you could hear how desperate he was for you.
tags. farm au, fluff, stableboy!sasuke x black fem!reader, wingman naruto bc that concept is funny as FUCK, âsuggestiveâ thoughts on sasukeâs end.
stableboy!sasuke whoâs eyebrows raise as you step foot onto the ranch he works at, claiming to be a replacement for the last dairy farmer who had recently been fired. at first impression, heâs just irritated that he has to make conversation with another nameless coworker. the last new hire that he spoke to reported him to the head farmer about his âattitude problemâ, and heâd gotten a very verbal warning.
and so, he tries.
slight nods toward people when they speak to him, eye contact, the whole nine. does he love doing it? absolutely not, but he canât afford anymore complaints, this job is too important to him.
he doesnât plan on treating you any differently, until he sees the way your brown skin sparkles in the sun, or the way your slacks cling to your thighs, and now heâs contradicting his previous beliefs. before you, his breath didnât usually hitch when he saw people and his heart definitely didnât hammer against his ribcage for no reason, especially since he hasnât even spoken to you in the two days youâve been here.
he keeps his distance, because frankly, he doesnât trust himself to not do something stupid in your presence.
sasuke shakes his head to get himself out of his own thoughts as heâs brushing the mane of his favorite mare, luna. the action makes her tilt her head at him, and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.
âdonât ask.â
it isnât until your fifth day of employment that heâs forced to interact with you.
sasukeâs already in a bad mood, after being forced to finish grooming the last half of narutoâs sheep since heâd passed out from the heat, and even now as he dislodged the horseshoe from lunaâs foot, his mood was still sour.
âthere you are! âbeen looking for you for like 30 minutes!â naruto calls from behind him. he looks over his shoulder to see the blonde carrying a huge knitted sack on his back. it was a surprise that it hadnât busted with the weight of whatever was inside of it, and sasuke felt another vein in his forehead swell with blood.
âlook who decided to get over his heatstroke.â
âscrew you. iâm here to do you a solid,â naruto drops the sack on the hay-covered floor with a soft thud, and a few green clusters roll out onto the ground. since when did they do personalized grass bundles? sasukeâs eyebrow twitches, and he hopes this isnât what he thinks it is.
âyou get to take these to the new girl! kakashi said they were for the cattle.â
fuck.
sasuke audibly chokes, eliciting a snort from his blonde counterpart, but this isnât funny in the least to him. he wants to do literally anything but this, and yet his greatest fear just came true right before his eyes. why did he apply for this job again? âno. absolutely notâjust⊠no.â sasuke turns back to his current task, and attempts to finish tending to luna, but naruto is trudging over to him and crouching down to his level with a calm smile. for a while, just watches in silence, and sasuke briefly considers stabbing himself in the eye with the pair shoe-pull offs he was holding.
âyâknow âsuke, you canât be afraid of pussy for your whole life.â
âcan you genuinely fuck off?â sasuke gripes, his grip on lunaâs hooves tightening a notch until he realizes what heâs doing. he breathes in once, and out anotherâjust like kakashi had taught him that one time after him and naruto had gotten into it on the front lawn and fell in the fish pond.
ânah. anyway, i know how you are about people, but you obviously feel something for her, right? at least youâre subtle enough, but i pay a lot of attention these days. sheâs so nice, just go talk to her!â
and maybe heâs rightâmaybe he just needs to man up, and go talk to you, but what would you even say to someone like you? youâre everything heâs not, and the last thing he wants is to make a bad first impression. sasuke hates to admit it, but you absolutely allure him in every way possible. once he finishes the other horseshoe removal, heâs shooting to his feet and slinging the back of grass over his shoulders. sure, it almost sends him tumbling to the ground, but for some reasonâa new wave of determination is washing over his skin.
âjust talk to herâŠyeah, i can talk.â
âexactly! now stop thinking so much and take the goddamn grass.â naruto ruffles sasukeâs hair and shoves him into his first steps out of the barn, and heâs on his way to you.
he mostly just strolls around the farm to stall, but if anyone asks, heâs thinking of what to say. he just needs to deliver the bundles, introduce himself, and leave. itâs gonna be fine, right? youâre not gonna think heâs a total weirdoâbut what if you do think heâs weird? oh god, thatâll kill him. he has to see you everyday, and if you think heâs weird, then youâll probably tell everyone, and then heâs gonna get firedâshit, he should go back to his roomâNO, heâs delivering the fucking grass bundles, itâs just cow food, for gods sake.
âoh, are those for me?â you gasp happily from your spot on a comfortable piece of hay, and youâre running over to him. how the hell did he happen to stumble directly into your barn? curse his ridiculously good sense of direction. your scent floods his senses as you step closer to him with that smile, and itâs just then that sasuke remembers what heâs there for.
âyeah, naruto made me deliver them, the lazy bastard. theyâre for your cattle.â sasuke says coolly, yet internally cringing at his dialogue options. obviously, theyâre for the fucking cattle, god.
all his worries melt away as small giggles flow from your lips, and you take his wrist in your hand and lead him into the barn. you introduce him to each one of your cattleâliterally every single oneâand he doesnât think heâs ever enjoyed anything more than he is right now. everything is fine, but now the adrenaline is wearing off and heâs painfully aware of how gorgeous heâd always thought you were once more.
from your voice, to the way your clothes cling to your body, to your scentâsasukeâs being lassoed in by your beauty, and he doesnât think he wants to escape. frankly if you tied him up, that would be pretty hot. you have rope on your belt right now, you could literally justâno, what is his problem?
by the time heâs done fantasizing, youâre unbundling each pack of grass and feeding your cattle. he inhales, and goes to squat next to you.
âiâm sasuke, by the way.â
âhah, of course i know that, silly! youâre the heartthrob around here,â you chuckle at your own remark, and sasuke even feels himself smirking a little before catching it. why was he so entertained by you?
âthatâs one of the first things i found out when i got here. i didnât even know who people were talking about, but then i actually saw you, and wellâletâs just say i understand a little better now.â you finish unbundling the last pack of grass, and watch the cattle fall into their peaceful little cliques. you lean back onto your occupied hay bed, and begin unbuttoning your flannel. sasuke doesnât freak out, thinking youâre just gonna gonna stop at two or three buttons, but then your passing your third, then fourth, then fifthâeventually leaving your shirt completely open, and the only thing underneath being your sports bra.
he isnât blushing, nor is he looking. sasuke is not a creep. he keeps his gaze directly on the floor as he stands up, and offers you a hand up without looking at you. you giggle once more and take it, and he feels your nails graze over his palms, which does something funny to his stomach. he still canât look at you all the way, but he can feel your gaze on him.
âthanks for the delivery. i was hoping iâd get someone as fine as you, guess my wish was granted.â your eyelashes flutter as you talk, and heâs definitely blushing now, but his composure is still there as he gives you a very curt nod.
itâs not until you reach into your pocket and pull out a little roll of cash and stick it into his breast-pocket that his mind is short circuiting. your fingers linger on his chest for longer than they should, but he never wants you to move them.
âsee yaâ around, cowboy.â you drag you finger down his chest as you take your exit, missing the stuttered breath that tears itself out of sasukeâs chest. he stands deathly still until youâre out of sight, and then heâs promptly crumpling to his knees.
{ft. satoru g.} when you realize that youâre falling in love with your friends with benefits, you distance yourself. ghost him after each session. but this time, gojo wonât let you go so easily.
{warnings.} fwb!gojo x reader. fwb to lovers trope! fem!reader, orgasm denial, missionary, breeding kink (like if you sqint) unprotected sex. pet names used, (baby, girl) gojo is a lil delulu. extremely intimate. angsty throughout but ends happy. wc. 2k.
{shantiâs note!} heavily inspired by skin tight by ravyn lenae. listen to the playlist for this story here.
âare you.. are you just usinâ me, (y/n)? just think you can fuck me whenever you feel like? thatâs just cruel, baby.â
you knew this was coming.
satoru was pretty much good at everything, sex included. itâs why you initiated this arrangement in the first place, being his friend and fucking him whenever you wanted to. the terms were simple: casual sex with no unwanted, lingering emotions. love is complicated, exhausting â after a handful of failed relationships, you wanted no parts of it and threw in the towel, officially out the game.
heâs not wrong, you do use him. fuck him and disappear by the next morning, unseen and unreachable until you decide to show up at his doorstep again, sometimes days â usually weeks later.
you know heâll let you in, no matter how much time has passed. just cruel.
âyouâre evil. you and this fuckinâââ he sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back. gooey walls mold his dick, all ribbed and dangerously warm. is this why he lets you play him like this? â. . . tight ass pussy youâve got.â
if it wasnât for satoru holding your legs up and open, veined hands creased in the bend of your knees, youâre sure they wouldâve gave out. heâd been relentless with his teasing this session and you were puffing, the shallow breaths left a slight tremble throughout your body. sweat beads rolled down your temple, cascade down the junction of your neck.
satoru denies you an orgasm for the umptheeth time and you start to think heâs the cruel one. you deserve it, though. this torture, his crafty method of punishment.
heâs had you like this for some time, the deep rut of his hips halted, everything is still. just satoru and his cerulean-speckled iries glowering down on you, goosebumps decorated your skin. you knew he was waiting for some sort of explanation to rationalize the mess youâd created but you werenât sure where to start.
with your cheek smushed on your shoulder, you decide to fix your eyes on something, anything across the room to avoid his stare that was burning into the side of your head. ââtoru, iâm sorry.â
satoru scoffs, his trimmed fingernails indent your soft skin. âdamn, now youâre lyinâ to me too? must really wanna hurt my feelings.â
âiâm not, i swearââ
âyou disappear for three months and all you have to say is sorry?â he spat, his words had an uncharacteristic sharpness to them, hard and demeaning. it wasnât hard to detect the underlying rage that rumbled within his entire being. âno explanation? just sorry? nah.. you gotta.. you gotta give me more than that, (y/n).â
taken aback, you bite down on your bottom lip, at a complete loss for words. there isnât much you can say to pacify him, you doubt heâd care to hear it. what worked before certainly wonât work now.
the quiet is deafening and suspenseful.
and your silence angers him further, on levels you canât fathom. you wonât weasel your way out of this, he concludes. youâll give him an answer, even if itâs at the expense of his already bruised ego.
âhey.. look at me.â he sneers, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your chin, his thumb and pointer fingers curl as they angle your head forward and back onto his face. âjust.. talk to me, please.â
satoru gojo, begging? oh yeah, youâve really done a number on him.
you take your time as you admire him, basking in the sheer beauty of the man in front of you. obnoxious and arrogant as he was, satoru gojo is undeniably attractive, simply gorgeous â pink, kiss-bitten lips slightly parted and his cheeks a pretty shade of red from the exertion, you gather. his abs are chiseled and tense and if you peek lower, youâre met with neatly trimmed, white tufts of hair at the base of his dick.
âyouâŠâ you stop to clear your throat but it didnât need clearing, only to counteract how embarrassingly weak your voice sounded. â..y-you wouldnât understand, satoruâ oh!â
he exhales deep through his nose and suddenly leans down, releasing his hold on your knees to brace his elbows on the satin-sheets. while he does this, his hips roll â slow as he feeds you all his thick inches until he bottoms out, his pelvis taut against your neglected clit.
you mewl out and your hands encircle his neck, scratching at the low hairs on his nape. heâs so close, your noses basically touch. his breath fans your face, cooling your rather hot cheeks. âthen help me understand, baby. make it easy fâme, whatever it is.. i can handle it.â
youâre not worried about him not being able to handle it, in fact youâre not worrying about anything at all. how can you when heâs got you stuffed, stretched and full like this?
concentration is impossible as satoru sets a steady, languid pace â not too slow nor too fast, just enough to have your manicured, white toes curling. your mouth in the shape of a pretty âoâ, your breathy whimpers resounding off the walls of satoruâs bedroom, the beautiful symphony ringing in his ears.
an addicting melody, you were like his own personal drug. insatiable and persistent, gojo was unsure if heâd ever get his fill of you, truly he didnât care. as long as he had you here with him, where you belonged.
âcâmere,â he pants and leans in, connecting your lips in a swift motion. you melt into the kiss, jaw slack while your tongues meld and mix. itâs fervent like always but this sensation is new â raw, almost vulnerable. pouring his heart out to you in all his movements and you can feel all of it.
ââtoru, oh my g-god.â you grip his forearms, keening as his length drags along a spot that has stars twinkling behind your lids. âi was j-justâ fuck!â
âjust what baby?â he mocks, it wouldnât be gojo if he didnât find a way to tease you, even in the most intimate of moments. he litters kisses along your jawbone before latching onto the delicate skin on the column of your throat, grazing his teeth on the surface to ensure itâll leave colorful marks, letting out a pretty whine of his own. âshit, squeezing me sâtight- gotta use your w-words fâme.â
well, thatâs easier said than done. your body is trembling in a way that can only be caused by satoru, every time your mouth opens to form words only meek, whiney moans follow. your tips scratch the plane of his delts, surely leaving cat-like scratches in their wake. and your legs hang loosely off his slim waist as you cling to him for dear life.
âi was just s-scared, satoru.â your voice was low, it was nearly drowned out by the wet squelching of your pussy. the constant schlap schlap schalp of satoruâs pelvis meeting the fatty flesh of your thighs.
satoruâs eyebrows furrow and his eyes meet yours, his head slightly tilted in confusion. âscared of what? of me?
âno!â you shake your head profusely and reach a shaky hand up to cup his face. he leans into the touch, the heat of his cheek warming your palm. if there was one person youâd feel eternally safe and protected with, itâs him. âno.. never. itâs the w-way you make me, hmm, f-feel that i was scared of.â
âoh? and how do i make you feel?â he purrs prior to kissing you again, nibbling on your bottom lip. truth be told, he wasnât sure what you were about to say. he prayed to the god above you couldnât feel the rapid beating of his heart, notice the uneven rise and fall of his chest. so he plays it off, even with that slight tremor in his voice. âyou love me or somethinâ?â
it might be more than love. a deep attachment, a classic case of yearning and longing. gojo satoru was made for you. no amount of denying or running from the obvious would change that fact. you love him so badly it hurts, it consumes you â clouds your thoughts and steals the air from your lungs. no more fighting, you had no energy left to.
youâre surrendering yourself to satoru gojo and it was time to let him know.
âyeah,â you confirm with a giggle, all airy and breathless. your thumb strokes his cheek gingerly, tilting your chin up so your foreheads touch. âi love you, satoru.â
satoru doesnât respond, in fact he was deadly silent. mouth agape, his eyes darting wildly as he examines your face, searching for signs of roguery but he found none. you were telling the truth, the love swelling in your eyes made it oh so apparent.
âagain.â
you let out a surprised yelp when satoru presses his body down, the pressure of his weight dips into your chest, leaving you winded. his face is buried in the crook of your neck where the neediest whines roll off his tongue. with this new angle, heâs balls-deep and the rhythm his hips carry has your eyes rolling, holding his broad shoulders to ground yourself.
skin-tight, itâs like your bodies, your sounds are one.
âs-say you love me again.â he rasps, and itâs more pleading than demanding. like he needs reassurance.
âi love you s-so muchhâ ohgod, donât stop, donât stop!â your words trail into high-pitched mewls and satoru sighs, a blissful sound of relief. your pussy clamps down on his dick greedily, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he massages your aching walls, un-calculated and sloppy.
this was the effect you had on him, you always left him a fucking mess. satoru would let you ruin him, every time, for as long as he lived. âdonât know how long iâve b-been, hah, waitinâ to fuckinâ hear t-that.â
youâd tease him for the stutter in his words if you could think clearly but your mind is blank. youâre delightfully delirious as satoru pounds into you, giving you quite literally everything heâs got. simply insatiable, you still want more. settling a weak hand on his hip, you use the last of your strength to propel him forward, your juices aimlessly squelching between your bodies, dripping down your perineum.
âf-fuck girl, you-youâre drivinâ me crazy. n-not gonna last, baby. f-feel like y-youâre trynâ to milk me.â satoru babbles, and you swear you can feel a warm trickle of drool on your collarbone. how cute, heâs just as brainless as you are.
his pace is frantic now and that familiar tingling is building your gut. your limps are limp against him, your whole body rocks in tandem with his as he works his hardest to bring the two of you to completion.
âsatoru, mâgonna cum, sâcloseee.â you whine, lashes fluttering as salty tears clustered on your lash line.
he only hums in response, snaking one of his hands between your bodies to find your clit, all your sticky slick had your mound drenched. he smirks whilst rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub, your quivering folds dragging a deep groan from his chest.
âwant m-me to fill you up, hmm? p-pump this pretty pussy with all my cum.. want it all, y-yeah?â heâs rambling is incessant and you nod dumbly. itâs in one ear and out the other, the pure euphoria coursing through your bones driving you insane and all you needed was release.
it was the pinch to your clit that did it, the final blow that had your back arching almost painfully as your climate rushes through your body in intervals, your hardened nipples brush against satoruâs pecs as you twitch uncontrollably, a chain of broken cries mixed with his name fall from your lips like water.
like clockwork, satoruâs orgasm follows directly after, he muffles his moans in your shoulder, damn near biting the skin as he pumps you full, as promised. itâs alarmingly warm, scorching as it invades and overflows within your womb, too much for it to handle, some of it spilling back out. satoru doesnât pull out, plugging as much of his semen as he can to your insides.
the silence after is comfortable. the two of you in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting from the intensity of your shared orgasms. youâd make your way to the bathroom, eventually. for now, you bask in the blissful ambiance.
â(y/n)?â satoruâs voice breaks the silence, a whisper as his head lulls on the fat of your breast.
âhmm?â
âi love you too.â
@screampied @satorena @hoshigray made yall wait long enough LMAO.
your boyfie luvs spoiling you with his money! and he doesn't care if he maxes out his credit card just by spending money on the stuff that you want to buy. he just wants to see his pretty girl happy, that's all. his love language is gift giving, so why not show his love to you by showering you with designer bags and red bottoms?
you're always whining about how he shouldn't give you this many stuff, even if it wasn't a special occasion. but he insists, who is going to stop him?
need your nails done? check, appointment is already made. you're craving oysters? the reservation is booked. want to be on the highest floor of a five-star hotel in singapore? prepare for the breathtaking view baby. your birkin bag is getting old? the order is at your doorstep. need a new tiffany and co bracelet? get in the car and lets buy you a new one.
honestly he knows every clothing brand that you like because he has a list of your wants and needs. whenever you say something like "this sundress is cute." or "these tory burch sandals would go with this, yeah?" he would instantly take note of it and buy it for you the next day. this man is tiring, but you absolutely adore him. not because of his money, but because of the way he treats you.
he treats you with full on royalty, as if you were his queen, in which, you already are. so, you can't help but give him your thanks to him for doing all these things.
"f-fuck baby, is this your thanks f'me..?" he dryly chuckles, slenders fingers slipping through your well styled hair, to which it was ruined by how tight he's gripping your fucking scalp. ouchie.
you nodded eagerly, sucking him off like your life depended on it. moans vibrated against his cock, letting his body jolt in absolute pleasure. he threw his head back, letting you have your way on his cock as it snuggles deep down your warm and tight throat. he can't help but buck his hips upwards into your throat, a stifled moan bubbling through his gritted teeth. a sweat rolls down his forehead, eyebrows knit together as he looks down at the gorgeous view of you being between his legs and sucking his cock to oblivion.
"ye'r such a slut y'know t-that . . . shit-" he hissed in pleasure, inhaling sharply before letting out a groan. your thighs rubbed together, trying to reach out for some friction for yourself while you gave your precious boyfriend a blow job. he lets out a string of curses and praises, murmuring something about how he's going to ruin your pussy after this, and it only turned you on further, feeling a wet patch on your victoria secret thong.
suddenly, you withdrew from his cock, watching a thin string of spit connect from his cock and to your glossy lips. you looked up at him teary-eyed, your plump lips turning into a small "o" shape as you let out shallow breaths. "what's wrong baby? dick t'much to take down ye'r throat?" he mocks, looking down at you with a sneer. how mean.
" 's okay sugar, daddy's gotcha . . . now c'mere," he pants, his pointer and ring finger beckoning you to crawl up his lap, and so you did. as you got yourself situated and comfortable on his lap, his cock occasionally rubbing against your soaked panties that was desperate to be fucked like a useless glory hole. his hands move under your skirt, pulling down the thong away as it revealed your hungry pussy to his eyes. it was glistening with your slick, and he was definitely going to have a field day with this slip 'n slide.
"you're so wet f'me, and all jus' by suckin' my dick." he chuckles, gripping your hips firmly and lifting it up with a subtle movement, just enough to feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your puffy 'n needy clit. you let out a short gasp, taking a hold on his shoulders as you looked down at the lewd scenery below you. "aht, aht sugar . . . look at me," he gently slaps your ass, bringing back your attention to him and looking at him directly. he murmurs a low "thereee we go." before sliding you down his cock, a high-pitched yelp eliciting from your lips.
his cock slides in further, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. you're now basically cockdrunk, and he hasn't done anything to make you be in this position yet. you babbled how he's "too big" and that "you're full" but he could only watch in awe. "shh, shh, look how soaked your pussy is . . . look at how easy it just slides in, aand out." he huffs, moving your hips with ease as the base of his cock slips in and out of your pussy, erupting a lewd squelch.
"now c'mon baby, show me how really thankful you are f'me . . ." his hands now let go of your hips, making you fully sit down on his cock as your pussy warms it up. your lips tug a small pout, his hands being placed behind his head as he raised a brow. his expression already spoke volumes on what he was going to say, so you tried your best to lift up your shaky hips and thighs as you worked your way into riding his cock.
let's just say he had to do most of the work later on :(
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â đđ ËâĄ. â SATORU GOJO. a woman in uniform.
about. satoru letâs you try his uniform on in the bedroom and loses his fucking mind. not even the strongest sorcerer can resist a woman in uniform.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, power play, pussy jobs, oral sex ( m!receiving ), clothed sex, blind folds, some slight sub/dom dynamics, fem!reader. i wrote this with my clit tbh.
i think that gojo goes feral for you wearing his uniform. the whole get up, the blind fold and the jujutsu tech jacket. heâll try to fight it, the feeling of power slipping away, as you crawl up the bed and between his thighs â your tongue dragging over your lips.
âoh, you shakinâ satoru?â he can see the excitement dancing around in your eyes even through the fabric covering them. he can sense the flare in your energy as you loom over him, ranking your nails down creamy washboard abs while his infinity fizzles away. âpoor you. itâs not fun to be on the receiving end, is it?â
if satoru really wanted to, he would flip the situation in an instant â have you pinned to the bed with your clothes askew and your mouth hanging open in breathy whines as you beg for him to touch you. but he doesnât. he canât. you have so much power over him when youâre dressed like that and you act like youâre the strongest one in the room. you both know that he has the power to end your free rein over his body.
he is the strongest after all.
your mouth is quick to follow your nails, teeth and tongue trailing a wet path from gojoâs prominent collar bones, between his firm pecs and down his tense stomach. you suck hickies into the bone of his slender hips, shades of mauve and navy-ish blue blooming against pale skin like adding water colours to a blank canvas. satoru inhales sharply, losing control of his invisible barrier just so he can savour the feeling of you ravishing his body with nips and sucks and kisses.
you havenât even gotten to the good part yet.
âlift your hips, satoru, let me see what youâve got under all this,â you coo sweetly and itâs as if youâre drizzling honey in his ears. the white haired man follows your command like itâs the law, instinctively bucking up and away from the bed so you can pull down his boxers. âhow sweet, youâre so hard.â satoruâs cock springs free from its restraints, sticky and bright red at the tip, pulsing and thick at the shaft. when you touch him and take hold of his length in your tiny hand, kitten licking the entirety of him while you look up at him hungrily through your blindfold⊠the man is sure he might die. you could kill him like this, with his infinity downâŠand youâre fully aware of it.
teasingly, you ease his cockhead past the seam of your kiss swollen lips and let it nudge the soft epithelium on the inside of your cheek â lubing him up, getting him ready for more of your torture. âshould i suck you off? or should i ride you?â you manage, even though your mouth is full of dickâŠthe next, your nose is buried in a trail of soft white pubic hair.
âdonât do that⊠pleaseâŠâ satoru whines, chest flushed and heaving, brilliant blue eyes boring deep into your soïżŒul. his fists form balls at the sides of his shaky legs, he could reach out and touch you â coax you into giving him more. itâs not like he has any restraints onâŠexcept for the metaphorical ones of your will and your control. you let go of him with a lewd pop, a trail of your saliva mixed with milky precum tying you to his sensitive erection. âf-fuckâŠâ
cocking your head to the side, you use a soiled thumb and forefinger to lift the black hand over one of your dangerously pretty and mirth-filled eyes. âdo what?â you respond with an inquisitive purr, licking your lips and moaning at the taste of the six eyes on them.
âs-shit,â satoru curses, blood curdling and boiling hot lust spreading through all four of his limbs at the sight. âdonât act like you donât know what youâre doing to meâŠdonât act like you donât know how feral i am for youâŠâ saliva pools on the pallets of his tongue, slipping in between the sorcererâs words as you move like a vixen in the woods above him â sliding yourself into gojoâs lap to position yourself perfectly above his aching cock. âdonâtââ
gojo chokes on a moan as you begin circling your hips, plush and puffy pussy lips sucking in the length of his cock whilst it lays flat against his tummy. if he focuses his mind enough, pushes through the dark veil of lust youâve pulled over his mind that works in overdrive, he can just about see his bulbous, leaky tip peeking out from underneath the folds of his dark uniform â the uniform thatâs draped so perfectly over the curve of your mouth-watering body. a deep groan anchors itself in gojoâs chest like the roots of a sturdy oak tree and his hands leap up from the bedsheets to grip your peachy ass barely hidden by his clothes.
âdonât this, donât that,â you hum condescendingly, as you alternate the movement of your hips â dragging them back and forth, back and forth over your loverâs pathetically wet dick. you make sure to clench your slick hole every time it meets his tip, glazing him in a small stream of your arousal. âdonât you know how to shut up ân take it, satoru?â
the dominance in your voice has the white haired man in shambles, twitching beneath the weight of your body on his. for christs sake, heâs the strongest, he brings curses and sorcerer alike to their knees just by mention of his name. so why is he so weakened by the sight of you above him? by the sight of you in his clothes, grinding sloppily on his wet cock? gojo doesnât want infinity projecting him, not when he occasionally slips inside of your welcoming, tight cunt when you thrust yourself down on him.
âg-godâŠbaby, please!â he hiccups, fighting the urge to force you down onto him fully â bully his way into your squishy insides. satoru could do anything he wanted to you, in a single moment he could have you sniffling against the sheets and crying as much as your cunt doesâŠbut the way you rein him in just by wearing his clothes stops him.
âwhatâs the matter, handsome? you cryinâ?â
at your teasing, the cream that oozes from his sensitive tip paints your clit adds to your gathering arousal as it soaks through satoruâs uniform. nastily, he doesnât think heâll wash it, he wants the memories of tonight to stay with him forever. he wants to remember how you took over him and took his every capability in using his power â reducing the satoru gojo to a pussy drunk fool.
the scent of your sex is the only way he can think to immortalise this moment.
âi can⊠i can take it. give it tâme, want everythinâ youâve got,â satoru simpers eagerly over the lewd, sticky pap, pap, pap of your sexes meeting in a salacious bump and grind. he has no idea where to look â intimidated by the control that oozes off of you, the control that he gives you. if he stares at your bouncing breasts beneath his jujutsu tech jacket or your clenching cunt for too long, he might just bust all over you and his inform before he even has the chance to be inside of you.
light laughter escapes you at gojoâs babyish bleats and whimpers â so you lift the blindfold once more, lips spreading into a slow and sexy smirk, much like the kind he would tease you with. âi donât think you can handle my everything, baby.â
and youâd be right. not even the strongest sorcerer in japan could handle his woman in his uniform.
Synopsis. He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, wild west! AU, cowboy! Satoru, mayorâs daughter! Reader, Satoru is SO DOWN BAD, angst, kinda slowburn, friends-to-lovers, bartender! Nanami, cunnilingus, oral sex (female + male receiving), unprotected sex, gun violence, pet names (mâlady, my love, + others), tumbleweed bandits, reader and Satoru are both going through stuff, Gege cameo, swearing, authorâs daddy issues come out.
Word count. 12.1k (Iâm scared)
A/N. You know how hard it was to make this all cowboy-y. Anyway thatâs off the bucket list.
Art by @_3aem on X.
âSo, you itchinâ for a beating from me or yerâ wife?â
Glowering down at the drunk old pervert as he waddled away in fear, you sigh as you dust down your heavy skirts. Typical. The sun beats down on your face as you look up at that familiar faded banner.
Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon
The only bar in your little town of Rustcliffe, and by default the only one around for miles. You hated this place - not the saloon, no, the handsome bartender there was always a sweetheart. But at some point, the comfort of your quaint old town had become too comfortable.
But thatâs a story for another time. Right now, you were here to drag your father back home - per usual.Â
Rolling your eyes at the cacophony of drunken voices carrying from inside, you step through the dust-bitten swinging doors.Â
What hits you first is the stench of cheap alcohol, and then the inebriated camaraderie of the men around you. In the dim lighting of the saloon, you squeeze through the crowded tables and make your way to the bar.Â
Not a hair out of place, as usual, Nanami lights up when he spots you. âWell, itâs been a while. Here for the mayor again?â he speaks over the boisterous laughs around you.Â
You flash him a smile, âYeah, you know my father. Fraternizinâ with the voters and all that.â you wave off your fatherâs excuse to come down here.Â
âCertainly takes his job very seriously.â Nanami chuckles, âYouâll find him over by the window, in the back.â he points.Â
Tipping your head in thanks, you walk the treacherous track to take your animated father home. When you come in view of his table, you find that he wasnât alone. Damn, it was always harder to convince him to go when with other people.
You know your father has spotted you by his lively laugh and gleeful shouts, âAh, my daughter! My beautiful daughter! Whatcha doinâ here? Come come! Thereâs someone I wanâ introduce you to.âÂ
A smile slips out unintentionally at his almost-endearing pride. You mentally prepare yourself to say some awkward hellos to some of your fatherâs old drinking buddies before dragging him home.Â
Upon reaching your father, he immediately pulls you into a drunken embrace, wrapping his slightly rocky arm around your shoulders. âThis is the daughter I was telling ya about! Prettiest girl in town! Hell, maybe even the country, knowinâ ma girl.â he prattles.Â
In his jovial state, he abruptly turns to face whoever he was drinking with, unsteady on his two feet. Probably another old geezer, you assume not taking your eyes off your father until you could make sure he wonât collapse on the bar floor for the third time this month.
Finally, you look up.Â
Your eyes meet blue.Â
Blue, blue summer skies.Â
To Satoru, you were the most gorgeous girl heâd ever seen. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you menacingly threatening that creep outside through the window, every word the mayor said went in one ear and he couldnât even remember if it went out the other. Too entranced.Â
And when he introduced you as his daughter? Shit, it might just be fate.
âCâmon now boy! Cat got yerâ tongue? What happened to that sharp mouth of yours?â
The booming voice of your father snaps Satoru out of his captivation. Damn, he mustâve been staring for too long.Â
Mentally praying you werenât spooked by his speechlessness, he finally speaks, voice slightly shaky at your presence, âAh- Good day mâlady. Apologies for my impoliteness, the nameâs Satoru Gojo.â he tips his crisp white hat. Gently grasping your hand in his, he places a delicate kiss, looking up at you as he awaits your response.
You gaze, slightly awe-struck, at his ethereally beautiful white locks and the impish grin from where he held your hand. His lips were so soft.
âOh!â you startle at the clap of your fatherâs hand on your shoulder. Shit, you were definitely staring too long. Rushing to introduce yourself, you quickly interject a âNice to meet you, Satoruâ before your father starts leading the conversation once more.
âSatoru here is a traveler, arrived jusâ today! Told him people like us could never, I mean imagine, right?â he slurs.Â
Your ears perk up at this piece of information, âOh? Are you really a traveler, Satoru? How admirable.â you gush, previous bashfulness forgotten. Was thatâŠa blush spreading across his face? Couldnât be - your town's whiskey was known to give people rosy cheeks on occasion.
âThank you, mâlady. Itâs nothing special really, jusâ staying here a while.â he barely gets the words out before you father bellows a tangent - âDonâ be shy, boy! How wondrous traveling is, kids these days could use some toughening up!â
Both of you rush to catch your father as he sways with a passion seen only during election rallies. It takes the two of you to steady the man. As he continues babbling half-lucidly, you cock your head sweetly at Satoru, âHelp me take him outside?âÂ
Satoru thinks his knees might give out then and there.
The air is chilly by the time the three of you step outside, sun making its way below the horizon. Despite your fatherâs protests that he can ride home on his own, he knocks out as soon as Satoru gracefully mounts him on his horse. Carefully saddling behind him, you try to make sure your father doesnât fall off of Satoruâs beautiful white Quarter horse.
âYou really donât have to escort us home, Satoru. My olâ man wouldnât even feel it if he fell, I swear.â you insist as Satoru holds onto the reins from the ground, feeling bad for bothering him.
âItâs no trouble. After all, Gege seems to like him very much, hm?â Satoru remarks as he turns to his stallion, who attempts to bite him in response, âCanât say the same for myself.â
âHmm, how can I be sure yerâ not a serial killer?â you tease, reveling in the sharp laugh it draws from him.
âYouâll jusâ have to take a chance on me, mâlady.â he hums, eyes sparkling with mirth. Thereâs a lull in the conversation as Satoru pulls on the reins to start walking you down the road, the rhythmic clip-clop! of the horse filling the still air.
âSo you travel?â
âThis is a nice town.â
Both of you speak at once, anxious to fill the silence, only to sputter self-consciously.
âYou can-â
âNo no, itâs only customary for a lady to go first.â he hums, looking up at you.Â
âTell me stories of your travels.â you breathe out, eager for any crumb of escape from your little town.Â
As you made your way home to the sprawling family ranch, the night adorned itself with twinkling stars that matched the mischievous glint in Satoruâs eyes as he told you bizarre tales from his life on the road.Â
âIN MY DEFENSE, it was dark anâ that tumbleweed was shaped suspiciously like a lowly bandit. Hey- donât laugh- it was a very heated standoff!â Satoru exclaims animatedly as you cackle.Â
âYeah yeah, keep telling yourself that, cowboy. Even bandits woulda run away from your clownery.â delighted at the way the moonlight illuminates the blush that tinges his ears.Â
Making a fool of himself, Satoruâs stories have you laughing until your cheeks hurt, wishing you could experience them too. You almost forget about your fatherâs deafening snores and the bite of the wind.Â
But Satoru does not. Brows furrowing as he catches your slight shiver, he mentally berates himself for forgetting his manners. How dare he let a lady suffer the cold while he still had his fuckinâ coat! What a sorry excuse for a cowboy, this is worse than that time he accidentally lassoed a rattlesnake.
Hastily shrugging his coat off, he passes it to you with a sheepish smile on his face.Â
Face heating up against the cold draft, you breathe in the smell of pine, amber, and something so Satoru. Clearly not as affected as you are, Satoru launches back into his stories.
If Satoru thought his knees were going to give out before then he knows theyâre about to now. He aims to keep his eyes steadfast on the road as he recalls his endeavors, because heâs aware that even one glance at you all wrapped up in his coat wouldnât be too good for him.
Making out the warm lights in the distance, his heart falls as he realizes his time with you is drawing to an end. You seem to share similar sentiments, as you sigh silently.
Once again, a silence falls upon you two (well, three if your slumbering father counted) - but this time, it was serene. You could almost drift to sleep if it wasnât for your motherâs frantic calls for you from the front porch.Â
âOh, darlinâ, I was so worried! I didnât think it would be so late out!â she frets as Satoru helps you get down from his horse. Hands on your waist searing into your skin.Â
Clearly awoken due to the commotion, your dad stumbles his way down and towards your red brick villa.Â
âAh, honey! Iâm homeâŠsomehowâŠyou know, I met the most interesting fella Something-toru. A wanderer, real interesting.â turning comically to Satoru, he exclaims in delight âSomething-toru! How didya get âere?âÂ
Stifling his laughs, Satoru backs away, claiming he had to leave before your father roped him into more rounds of drinks. Which clearly didnât work because your mother approaches him, âStay, Satoru, stay! Canât have you sleepinâ underneath some tree when you escorted our darling daughter all the way out here.â
Any refusals are immediately blocked out by your very inebriated father yelling out in agreement, claiming he wanted to listen to more of Satoruâs âfunny lilâ storiesâ. Your parents head inside - well, more like your mother heads inside with your father in tow - having taken his speechlessness for agreement.
As you follow, you turn to Satoru, a strange part of you gleeful at the fact you wonât have to part with him for now. âWeâve got an extra room, and itâs got yerâ name on it. The stablehand will stall Gege, câmon, itâll be a lot better than the ground.â you grin.
âHey! The ground can be very comfortable.â Satoru declares defensively, yet follows you inside anyway.
Itâs only rushed goodbyes and promises to talk tomorrow morning as the housemaids fuss around Satoru. âGoodnight mâlady.â heâd winked as your head housekeeper clutched her pearls at his dirty boots on her recently polished hardwood floors.
That night, as you lay in your childhood bed, you realize that you still have Satoruâs coat on. Whether from his coat or something else entirely that you did not want to explore, you felt so warm inside.
---
Morning dawns with the symphony of the Western meadowlark that nudges you gently awake - usually. Today, itâs abruptly shattered as the door bursts open and someone barges into your room. Judging by the thud of hefty boots, you knew very well who it was.Â
âRise nâ shine, mâlady!â Satoruâs voice - way too cheerful for six in the morning - chirps out.Â
Itâs been a few days since Satoru has been staying with you. Now more a friend than a guest, you expect heâs come to wake you up for a morning ride with Gege, watching the sun rise as you exchange silly banter. But itâs so earlyâŠ
âWhat do you want, Something-toru.â you grumble out from in-between your comfy covers. You secretly delight at his whines of âHow dare you not remember my name, I even told you about the rattlesnake lasso!âÂ
The warmth of your bed and the melody of Satoruâs voice has you sluggishly falling back asleep - thatâs before he promptly sits on your bed. The force of it bouncing you both, making you sit up with a laugh.
Satoru was on your bed.
Satoru was on your bed. Shit, after what your father told him this morning, he wouldnât blame you if you kicked him out with a punch to his pretty nose right this second. Mentally slapping himself a million times over, he hurriedly gets out the reason he was sent in to wake you up in the first place, âAh- Um, the mayor is meeting withâŠsomeone important, wanted you to come down and meet him. Well, if thaâs all then Iâll be going, Gege wonât brush himself, sadly.â
And before you could get another word out, heâs swiftly out the door.Â
Satoru was on your bed. Your cheeks slightly heat up as you realize you didnât mind?
His words ring in your ears as you get ready for the day - if it was someone important, then you might as well dress to impress. Impress someone else too. Shaking off these strange thoughts from your mind, you make your way downstairs, nose wrinkling at the smell of tobacco that greets you.
Youâve always hated the stench of the overpriced tobacco your father brings out to impress guests. âThere she is! My daughter!â your father smiles, beckoning you over. âThereâs someone whoâs here to see you.âÂ
Grimacing at the cloud of smoke, you take a seat on the plush sofa beside your father. He gestures at the man seated in front of him, âThis here is Naoya.â
Despite his sharply handsome features, you shift uncomfortably at the way he watches you like a predator appraising his prey, eyes following your every movement. Apparently approving of what he saw, his lips curl into a smirk, âYour future husband.â he says saccharinely sweet.
What the fuck?
âFather?â you panickedly turn to him for answers, voice strained at your attempt to keep it even. But your father merely guffaws out a laugh, âWell well, nothing confirmed just yet. But you know with the way things are going with the re-election, might as well get to know a suitor and...â his voice trails off as he takes another puff of his cigar.Â
âMy apologies sir, I refuse.â you drone out, looking straight at Naoya. You donât miss the way his smirk grows leeringly as he mutters âYou donât have too much of a say in this matter, sweetcheeks.â The audacity.
Apparently your father doesnât hear, a more grave expression taking over his face, âNow Iâve talked with Naoya, youâre of marriageable age. And as young as I feel, I wonât be around forever. You need someone to take care of you, dear. Weâve talked about this.âÂ
Tears prick at your eyes as you abruptly stand up, disturbing the smoke around you. âI can take care of myself.â you spit out venomously, storming your way to the heavy front door in an attempt to run away from this situation.
In the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains, Naoya watches in amusement as you stomp out of the room. Hilarious, the feisty ones were always the best.Â
Over the mayorâs ramble of apologies, he grins âNo donât worry about that. Sheâll be mine either way.â
The heavy wooden door creaks in protest as you slam it shut, echoing your frustration. The brisk air is a temporary relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside.
âTalked about thisâ your ass. Every conversation - if you can even call them that - was a heated warning about being married off before you end up a spinster. You couldnât care less about ending up alone if it didnât mean living life with a man that talked to you like that.
Your thoughts block out the crunch of the gravel beneath your boots as your feet subconsciously lead you to the stables, where you used to play hide-and-seek as a kid. More recently, though, it has become an escape from conversations like these.Â
Approaching its familiar wooden doors, you catch a glimpse of Satoru, back turned and meticulously grooming Gege.
Sensing your presence, he turns with an easy smile that quickly fades as he notices the deep furrow of your brows. âHey there, mâlady. Everything alrighâ?â cerulean eyes flit across your face worriedly.
âOh yeah, everythingâs great. Just got introduced to my absolute asshat of a future husband.â as if Satoruâs concerned expression makes something in you snap, the words tumble out along with your tears.
âI donât even- The way he looked at me- Can you even believe?â
Satoru was about to rip apart whoever this load of horse manure was that made tears streak down your pretty face. Throwing his brush down - which Gege didnât quite appreciate - he quickly envelopes you in his arms, letting you muffle your sobs.
âHey hey. Itâll be alright, weâll work something out. I promise, mâlady.â he consoles.Â
Eventually, as your cries die down, you look up to see the rising sun casting a soft glow on Satoruâs features, illuminating the sincerity in his gaze.
The determined glint in his eyes emboldens you, âYerâ right, I will not be forced into a marriage, especially with someone like Naoya. Iâm not anyoneâs property.â
A subtle warmth is present in Satoruâs gaze as he utters, âThaâs my girl.â before reeling back and backtracking immediately, âAh! I mean- good for you mâlady. Naoya ainât the one. Anyway, tell me about this âasshatâ.â
You raise a brow teasingly at his rapid change of demeanor, before plopping down on the hay, launching into your first impression of Naoya and why the rumors downtown of him making babies cry were probably true.Â
The sun shines high in the sky as you lay there in peaceful silence, only to be broken by the doubt weighing heavy on your mind. âIâm scared.â you admit.
Satoru turns from his place beside you from the hay, âItâs alright, you got Gege and myself beside you. If Naoya ainât the one then he ainât the one.âÂ
Your eyes meet his twinkling gaze, âYeah, heâs not the one.â
The air grows charged with something unspoken as the silence stretches out. Satoru can feel the tips of his ears burning at your words - stop it Satoru, she didnât mean anything by it. As always, he retreats into humor to break the crackling silence.Â
âIâd help you hide the body, yâknow. Then you can have a shotgun wedding with whoever you want to share your days with.â
âOh yeah? What if he turns out just like that asshat?â you challenge.Â
âWell, if it doesnât work out, you can always run away with me. Fightinâ tumbleweeds together.â Satoru makes light of the situation, in an attempt to etch that beautiful smile on your face once more. It works, as you throw your head back and laugh.
âYeah, Iâd love that.â you get out in-between giggles.Â
If someone looked at you like Satoru did, you probably wouldnât mind marrying them. A voice whispers in the back of your mind, sending your brows furrowing once again.
Meanwhile, Satoru finally had a name for your future not-husband - Naoya.
Urgently getting up and removing the hay stuck to your clothes once you hear your housemaids calling for you, you leave Satoru with a grateful smile that had him swooning out loud immediately after the stable door shut - to the very visible judgment of Gege.
It felt like a knife in his chest when the mayor tittered secretly to him about your future husband this morning, thoughts of you getting married plaguing his mind all morning. Well, if you were happy then itâs fine, isnât it?Â
You deserve someone that deserves you. Probably not him. Certainly not Naoya.
Walking back to the house to fetch his riding gloves, heâs lost in the thoughts of standing off against a faceless man calling himself your husband when he bumps into somebody.
âMy apolog- Asshat?â Satoru blurts out at the man testily raising a brow at him.
âExcuse you, barn boy?â he fumes, at the nickname that slips by. Ah, heâs done it now. Lips tweaking into a forced smile, Satoru grits out, âAh, apologies, sir. Cowboy tendencies.â
The air is tense as Naoya mutters, âKeep those to yourself.â He moves to walk past Satoru, before stopping close enough to utter words meant for only him to hear, âAnd stay away from my future bride. I saw the hay on her skirt, yerâ insane to think youâd have a chance, barn boy. Go back to wanderinâ around.â
Satoru stands rooted to the spot as Naoya walks off, too many emotions he canât name whirling inside him. That morning, he stalks off for his longest ride since arriving at Rustcliffe - not coming back with Gege until well after midnight.Â
---
To Satoru, long rides always mean interesting dreams. Right now he was in a tap-dancing competition against a one-eyed alligator who looked suspiciously like your father. Itâs a shame - he was winning too - that the competition is suddenly crashed by an angel calling for him.Â
âSatoruâŠSatoru!âÂ
An angel that sounded likeâŠyou?
âSatoru if you donât wake up Iâm feedinâ your boots to Gege.â
His eyes shoot open, yet his sleep-addled brain still struggles to process you standing over his bed, soft hands shaking his bare shoulders lightly. âAngel?â he rasps out.Â
You huff out a laugh, âNo, Iâm here to drag you to hell - or close enough at least.â
Face burning at already making a fool of himself before noon, he sits up in bed, blanket sliding off to reveal his toned upper-half.
Shit, it should be illegal to casually have a body like that.Â
Trying your best to avert your eyes from the dips and curves of his sculpted body, you continue, âMy fatherâs holdinâ Rustcliffeâs annual Harvest Hoedown in a few weeks, the whole townâs gonna be there. You made it just in time for some dancing lessons.â
âWhat makes you think I need dancing lessons?â Satoru raises a brow playfully. You take a brief moment to admire the way his sleep-tousled hair curtains his alluring eyes, before replying in an ominous tone, âI need dancing lessons.â
Wow, you really did need dancing lessons, Satoru notes as he stifles a laugh when you step on the poor instructorâs foot for the fifth time this afternoon.Â
Locked in the stuffy studio, he recalls the way your father demanded that you not step one foot outside until you mastered the upbeat waltz for the hoedown - putting Satoru in charge of making sure you donât slip away. âItâs stupid really, heâs never had a problem with me sitting out before. All because that asshat will be thereâŠâ youâd muttered hotly on the way.
Ah yes, that asshat. Sleep weighs heavily on Satoruâs eyes from riding all night long, yet his words still ring painfully in his ears. Who did he even think he was to have a chance with you?Â
Well, itâs alright, Satoru will be out of this town in a few months, and youâll marry some man of your choice that could give you everything you could ever want.
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his overthinking tirade is the abrupt pause of the music and the heavy sigh the dance instructor lets out - clearly having taken a break for his own sake rather than yours. You shuffle sheepishly across the polished floor to where Satoru stands, âWas it worse than you thought?â you grimace.
âWell, you always do find a way to surprise me, mâladyâ he teases, chuckling at your dramatic groan. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the instructor rushing outside for a smoke. Hopefully not because of your dancingâŠ
You scoff in defense as Satoruâs cackles grow louder - having thought the same thing. âWell, Iâm sure the great Something-toru is much better on his feet.â
Instead of retorting, he steps one heavy boot onto the waxy dance floor, holding out a hand expectantly. âCâmon, Iâll show you.â
âBut, thereâs no music?â you raise a brow, yet you place your hand in his much larger ones. Soft, his hands were surprisingly soft. And so warm.
âDid I mention I was a great singer too?â he grins, a small dimple at the corner of his mouth as he pulls you closer.Â
Shit, it was way too hot to be cooped up in a dance studio. Or maybe it was just Satoruâs hand around your waist, making your skin burn through your heavy skirts. They flow around you as he glides you gently across the floor.Â
You train your eyes steadily on your feet - partly out of necessity, and partly out of fear of meeting Satoruâs intense gaze.
The only sounds filling the small studio were the squeaks of your boots and Satoruâs soft humming of a nonexistent tune. It was beautiful, his voice. It reminded you of calm summer days.Â
âAh- sorry!â you panic as you step on his toe, only for him to pause his melody and huff out a laugh.
âStep on them as much as you want, mâboots are thick.â
Youâre sure he meant this only to bate your embarrassment, but something about his words and the warm endearment in his gaze have your cheeks heating up. You focus on your steps in silence as he guides you patiently, tenderly.
Pride grows in your chest as you start stepping on his boots every six steps instead of two. Satoru seems to have noticed too, âHey! Youâve improved, mâlady.â he whispers, as if afraid to break the stillness in that humid room as you two continue your silent dance.Â
Loud clapping from the doorway makes you two jump apart, shattering the serene bubble youâve found refuge in. âBrilliant! I thought Iâd come across my first hopeless case, yet youâve worked absolute wonders Mr. Satoru!â
Your escape is quick, you urgently drag Satoru out the door before he can be forcibly recruited as a dance teacher.Â
You heave out a sigh of relief at your freedom from the treacherous clutches of the dance studio. Merciless sunlight stinging your face, you begin to make your way through the dusty hustle and bustle of Rustcliffe in the afternoon.Â
Now, all you had to do was avoid bumping into your father for the rest of the day and you should be fine!
Speed-walking by Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, youâre confused when youâre faced with a few more drunken stares than usual. Surely your new skirt canât be that flattering?
With a jolt, you realize youâre still grasping Satoruâs warm hand in his. Dropping it as if it burned, your cheeks heat up at the mirth on his features. âNot that Iâm complainin,â he grins, âbut warn a guy next time you manhandle him. Sânot good for the heart, mâlady.â
Rolling your eyes at his joke, you begin pointing out the things to see as you walk the familiar old roads of Rustcliffe, detailing the town gossip.
It really was not good for his heart, Satoru was sure heâll drop dead very soon one of these days because of you.Â
He couldnât rip his eyes off of you as you animatedly talked about granny Wei wrestling Mrs. Davidson for her secret brownie recipe.Â
Shit, he was really getting in too deep.
Night falls fast, a deep shade of blue.Â
Saying your goodbyes to Nanami at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon - at a time you knew your father wouldnât be around - your heart swells as Satoru excitedly rambles about âGood olâ Nanamin! What a chip off the old block, we became fast friends yâknow?â
You didnât expect your mission to avoid your father to turn into an impromptu Rustcliffe tour. But watching Satoruâs face light up as you told him silly little stories of your childhood, you wouldnât have changed it one bit.Â
Sent off with a cheery âCome back soon deary!â, youâre exhausted by the time you say all your goodbyes to the people of the town.
âYouâre loved, yâknow?â Satoru speaks up out of nowhere as you steady yourself behind him on the saddle.Â
âHm?â you ask, fatigued from spending the day walking around town. A large hand caresses your cheek to rest your head against his back, tightening your arms around his waist.
Lightly snapping the reins, he repeats, âYouâre loved.âÂ
You drift on his words gently to sleep, the clip-clop! of the horse matching the deafening beat of your heart against your ribcage. If only you could be like this forever.
SLAM!Â
You wake up with a start, only to find yourselfâŠhovering? Surely there must be a valid explanation - you really didnât feel like doing an exorcism right now.
It takes a while of your nonsense to realize youâre being carried by strong arms supporting your back and legs.Â
âS-Satoru?â you ask blearily.Â
âShhh, forgive me, mâlady. Didnât think that damn door would be so loud.â he responds, bed creaking under his weight as he softly sets you down.Â
Smiling down at your incoherent mumbles, he whispers softly âItâs alrighâ, you can rest now. Goodnight mâlady.â
Struggling to rip his gaze from your gracefully sleep-addled one, itâs only the thought of someone in the house catching him in this position that makes him stand up.Â
A hand - uncharacteristically swift - grasps his wrist, stopping his tip-toeing to the door. âSatoruâŠâ your groggy call of his name sends shivers down his spine. Hesitatingly following the gentle pull of your hand, he kneels beside your bed.
âYes, mâlady?â he breathes.
You surge forward, sleep hazing the practical side of your mind. Acting on pure instinct, your soft lips meet his.Â
Satoru freezes in surprise as a beat passes. One. Two.
He stays in the same position when you flop back onto your pillow, soft snores filling the otherwise pin-drop silence. His lips burn as he brings up a hand to touch them in disbelief, stifling an euphoric laugh.
You startle awake in the middle of the night, after some questionable dream about Satoru carrying you to the bed and you kissing him. Â
Imagine. Ha!Â
Settling back into where you were carefully tucked into bed, you snuggle the warm coat at your side.Â
Wait. Shit.
---
If either of you remembered what happened that night, neither of you mentioned it.Â
Oftentimes, you questioned whether it was a dream. The only thing keeping you from fully believing so being the intensity in Satoruâs stare whenever his eyes briefly flickered to your lips and the hasty retreats whenever it seemed like you would bring up the topic.Â
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
In fear of messing up the comfortable camaraderie you two had, you continued this magnetic dance of normalcy. But honestly could you really consider it ânormalâ if each gaze was charged with something neither of you could describe?
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
You could only imagine the worst.
Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. Well, probably a bit below heaven, because - ideally - there youâd be his wife and Gege would actually like him.Â
Itâs alright, even if just for a sleep-hazed second, he was yours. And he didnât want to hear you apologize for it.
Still riding the euphoria of that brief kiss, he goes about life as usual, sure that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels.
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âWELCOME ALL TO RUSTCLIFFE ANNUAL HARVEST HOEDOWN! WE GOT HARVEST, WE GOT HORSES, WE GOT SOME HOE- Oh- what? yes, dear that was on my scriptâŠâ your fatherâs voice bellows across town from the loudspeaker.Â
You breathe in the warm, candy-scented air, fairy lights illuminating the colorful stalls selling everything from candied apples to binoculars (âSpy On Your Neighbors Without Worry!â).Â
Place ringing with the bustle and chatter of the town, you think it feels like something out of a picture book.
A warm smile finds its way onto your face, youâve loved the Harvest Hoedown since you were a kid. Here, you can forget the longing for something more, the rows at home about your looming engagement, and most of all - you can almost forget Satoru.
Ever since that kiss, youâve found it hard to face him. Sure, the banter and half-joking schemes to murder Naoya are the same. But your heart clenches every time he looks at you with a tender melancholy, losing the words to apologize for taking advantage of his kindness.
âCome come! Itâs startinâ!â you hear gleefully from your left. Before you can register whatâs happening, youâre pulled into a circle of bodies dancing to an upbeat tune.Â
Laughter bubbling out of you as you lose yourself in the song, you turn to your right and seeâŠyour dance instructor, who is very visibly (and audibly) praying for his feet. Dramatic. Youâve learned a lot recently with Satoruâs help.
Oh, there he is again. For someone that leaves place so swiftly, he sure is set on living permanently in your mind.
Hidden amongst the audience, Satoru cackles at the distress on Mr. Dance Instructorâs face. Little did he know, with a bit of Satoruâs magic youâve improved - stepping on his toes only once every fifteen steps!Â
He was so proud of his girl.
Ah, except youâre not. Youâre so much more. And heâs reminded of that every time you averted your eyes from his during dance lessons, the proximity of your bodies doing nothing for how out of reach you felt to him.Â
He rips his gaze from you, walking away from the growing crowd. Where was that damn drinks table again?
Itâs past twelve as the townsfolk start pairing up for the hoedown couples dancing. Youâve usually sat this one out, not one for the complicated steps nor the intimacy.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spy your parents waltzing in their own world. How nice it must be. Your supposed asshat of a dance partner was over by the drinks talking with some men, barely looking your way.
Guess the dance lessons were for nothing. Frustrated and slightly tipsy, you move to make your way off the dance floor.Â
Suddenly, a large hand blocks your view of the exit. Who the-Â
Satoru.
Ears tinged a pretty red, and eyes slightly dazed, he hiccups over the rich music âWould you- dance with me, mâlady?â
Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the way his face flushed your favorite delicate pink - but you slide your hand into his warm one, âIâd be honored to, Satoru.âÂ
A strong arm pulling you flush against his body, faces only inches apart. His hot breath fans you as Satoru murmurs, âLooked sâbeautiful tonight. Best dancer in town Iâd say.â
âOnly cuzâ of you, Satoru.â you chuckle at his genuine tone as he steers you across the dance floor. Feet in perfect sync, the waltz fades into the background as you look into his tired eyes.Â
âNah, thaâs all you, mâlady. Iâm nothing much.â he grins morosely.Â
Your brows furrow at his words, clearly something was wrong. And this wasnât the place to talk about it. âCome with me.â you utter, pulling him along with you to a place you knew heâd love.Â
Little olâ Rustcliffe wasnât called that for nothing.Â
The air is tense, the chatter of crickets fill the silence between you two as you guide him to your haven, hand still tightly in his. Itâs a steep walk uphill from the outskirts of town, a place youâd stumbled upon during one dashing attempt to escape from this town as a tween.
âFinally here.â you exhale as you reach your destination, fireflies lighting the way.Â
âHah- If I didnât know any better Iâd say you were tryinâ to murder-â Satoruâs voice dies in his throat as he drinks in the view before him.Â
The twinkling lights of the entire town of Rustcliffe reflect in his eyes like constellations. Townsfolk barely discernible from this distance, yet the soft jovial music carried over. It was beautiful.Â
Satoru looks at you in awe as you lay down on the ground and point upwards, âThaâs not all, cowboy.â
Quickly getting on the ground beside you - albeit at a safe distance - his mouth gapes wider at the perfect carpet of stars above him. A celestial version of what he saw below. He turns his head to see you bathed in the moonlight. This place was beautiful.
âSatoru, are we okay?â you voice out in concern. Heâs taken aback by the sudden turn in conversation. You cut off his scramble to make a joke, âIâm serious. Please talk to me.â
He can never win against you.
Heaving out a sigh, âMaybe. Who knows. But whatever it is, please donât apologize for that kiss, let me have it.â
Now itâs your turn to be surprised, âLet you have it? Satoru, why wouldnât you have it?âÂ
âMâlady, I donât know if youâre aware, but youâre like fireworks. Captivating and fierce. That kiss was a mistake, and soon enough youâll find a rich, handsome-â
âI only want you.â
âIâm leaving soon.â he retorts.Â
âI only want you.â you repeat, stubbornly.
âIâm leaving mâlady.â he argues.
âNo- Satoru-â
âAnd Iâm childish. Iâm insecure. Iâll never be able to provide for you the way you deserve.â he plows on, emotion cracking his voice.
âSatoru, I love you.â you breathe out.Â
Satoruâs breath catches in his throat, the silence was deafening. âWhat was that?â he turns, voice quiet with disbelief.
âWell, I donât know if youâre aware, cowboy, but youâre like blue summer skies. And I just so happen to love blue summer skies.â you huff out, finally understanding the reason for his behavior these past few weeks.Â
âI donât expect a huge mansion, or some enormous ranch, or even a cowboy that knows the difference between a lasso and a rattlesnake. I just donât want anyone else, Satoru.â
âOh yeah?â
âYes.â
âAndâŠyouâre sure? Really sure?â
âYes.â
Silence punctures your conversation once more, broken only by a loud cackle. You turn in disbelief at his change in demeanor, âAll cheered up now, Satoru?â
âWhy would you have feelings for me? Was it the tumbleweed story that did it for you?â he gets out through laughs. It was contagious, and soon enough you yourself joined him, clutching your stomach.
In the thoughtful silence that follows, you find yourself inching closer to him until your faces are mere centimeters apart. âBlue summer skies and fireworks donât go too well together.â he breathes.Â
âWeâll make something work out, remember?â you hum.Â
Your first kiss with Satoru was a sleep-addled mistake.Â
The second was when his lips capture yours as if they were the source of life itself.Â
Rolling on top of you, heâs careful to not rest his full weight as his lips donât leave you, tongue caressing yours. Satoru tastes sweet - like hard candy and your fatherâs bottle of Baileys. Pulling away a hair's breadth, he whispers against your lips, âLet me be yours?â
âYou probably say this to all the girls, hm?â you tease him, as revenge for making you wait so long. He softly bites your lips in retaliation, relishing in your drawn-out whine. âYes, fine. If only youâll let me be yours.â
Clearly approving of your answer, he continues his dance with your lips. Barely parting to breathe, as if it hurt to leave you.
And it did. A low groan sounds from the back of his throat as Satoru kisses you with the desperation from these past few weeks. His hands stayed firmly cupping your face, as if scared to move elsewhere. Yours, however, was wandering the expanse of his back, and it was driving him insane.Â
âMâladyâŠâ he breathes out at the feeling of your legs wrapping around his hips, a warning.Â
You knew where this was going and you donât know if youâve wanted anything so bad. âSatoru, I need you.â you mutter, words punctuated by pecks to his swollen lips.Â
Maybe thatâs the trigger that sets him off. Itâs not long before Satoru is kissing you again. Pinning down your arms with one hand, he rolls his hips into yours. You gasp as you feel the outline of his hard cock straining against his trousers.Â
He was so big.
Your pussy drips with anticipation and fear of what was about to come.Â
Satoru thinks he might be getting whiplash, how was it that an hour ago he was moping in his loneliness and now heâs got you underneath him? Silently thanking whoever was up there, he wanders a hand down your body. Fingers trailing teasingly above where you wanted him the most.
âTell me what you want, mâlady.â he rasps. Now Satoru is sure heâs getting whiplash when you grind your hips up into his hand, whining âNeed you- on me.â
Skirts hastily pushed up, Satoru shuffles so his face is right hovering right above your pulsing core. In the cool moonlight, he can see the way you get wetter at each hot breath on your cunt. âPlease Satoru.âÂ
You were not good for his heart. Surging forward so heâs nose-deep in your pussy, Satoruâs tongue flattens against your swollen folds. His eyes roll to the back of his at your taste. You tasted better than the candy at the hoedown.
Your desperate whines for more send blood rushing to his cock, twitching achingly against his trousers. Leisurely dipping between your folds, he watches with blown-out eyes as you grind your hips deeper into his face, keeping a firm grip on his soft locks. Using him.
Shit, if this was your reaction to him teasing youâŠ
Your whimpers of pleasure and lewd squelches of your cunt fill the night air as he plunges his tongue inside your clenching hole, fucking you at a merciless rhythm. His brows furrow as his tongue dips in and out relentlessly. He sinfully loves the burn of his scalp as you pull his hair to angle him just right.Â
Thumb harshly circling your clit, Satoru thinks he loses a bit of his sanity at every moan of his name that leaves your pretty mouth. âYou taste sâgood. So perfect for me, mâlady.â his voice sends vibrations to your pussy that have you feeling your heartbeat banging in two places.
âHngh- Satoru, donâ stop!â you mewl as his nose catches on your clit, clamping down on his tongue. He continues his movements, breathing you in so sinfully. Air was overrated - Satoru Gojo, famously daring traveler and devilishly handsome, dies here between your legs. He wouldnât even mind.
âCum in my mouth, mâlady. Please.â he begs, voice muffled by your dripping cunt. He locks eyes with your fucked out ones as he pulls you by the thighs impossibly closer to him. He never wanted to part.
The stimulation of his voice in addition to his fingers and tongue becomes too much. âSatoru! Hah- Â Mâ gonna cum-â
Tears spring to your eyes as you cum all around Satoruâs tongue. He doesnât let up his harsh abuse of your pulsing pussy, groaning as he laps up your juices - your slick pooling at the corner of his mouth.Â
He was so greedy for you. Shit, this is so much better than heâs imagined every night heâs fucked his fist in that lonely room.
As both of you attempt to catch your breaths, the chattering song of crickets and distant music from the Harvest Hoedown fill the air once more. Satoru looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes that has your cunt twitching once more.Â
Youâd felt his rock-hard length. And you wanted it now.
âSatoru. let me feel you in my mouth, please.â you murmur. Kneeling before him, you look up at him with eager eyes. At his slow nod, you give an experimental squeeze to the large imprint of his cock, thighs rubbing together at Satoruâs drawn-out hiss.Â
âOh, mâlady. You drive me insane.â he groans.Â
Cursing the heavy trousers that cowboys wear, you fumble it down his legs. Muscles, creamy thighs come into your view, making your mouth water.Â
In the dim lighting, you see the precum drip down Satoruâs flushed cock. The prominent vein down his side glistens prominently. Shit, heâd never fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. But you wanted it so bad.
Satoruâs heavy breaths sound in the still air as your bruised lips inch closer to his throbbing cock. A deep breath, and you spit on his blushing head, saliva dripping down the side of his length and to where you gently grasped his base.Â
It was filthy, it was debauched. You absolutely loved it.
Satoru lets out a strangled moan as you flatten your tongue and take his tip into your mouth, sucking gently. He bucks his hips into your mouth as you run your tongue along his sensitive slit âShit- Sorry, mâlady. Youâre just hah- too good.â
Popping off his aching cock, you press kisses to the side of his length. He groans lowly at the vibrations as you speak about something that has been on your mind for a while now, âSatoru, donât you think weâre past formalities now?â
âWell, I could call you my goddess?â he smiles. âOr my angel? Or-â Satoru chokes on his words as you take him fully into your mouth - partly because you needed him to shut up, and partly because you cunt ached with need.
âSh-shit. Jusâ like that.â he rasps as you suck him at a dizzying pace. Precum drips down the side of your mouth as you take him in deeper - nose meeting the snowy white hair on his pelvis.
Your mouth burns at the stretch, his hips grinding lightly into your mouth to meet each bob of your head. Your pussy drips once more at how desperate Satoru was.
His mouth drops open in a silent gasp as you move to take his tight balls into your mouth. You admire the dazed look in his darkened eyes. âOh god- Iâm gonna cum. Please, let me cum in your mouth, mâlady.â he murmurs, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continue your ruthless pace.
As soon as your lips are around his cock once more, Satoru comes fast and hard with a gravelly moan. Hot spurts of his seed dribble down the corner of your mouth as you take it all in.Â
Ah, this wasnât what you had planned when you brought him here - but you sure werenât complaining.
Satoru just about passes out when you stick out your tongue to show youâve swallowed every drop of cum he gave, cock twitching once more. He needed you in a way that would make a hooker blush.Â
Finding his voice, âAs much as Iâd love to ravish you right here, mâlady, I think you deserve somethinâ a bit more comfortable.â He swats at a mosquito attacking him as you grin devilishly.
---
Gege has never flown across the dry ground of Rustcliffe faster.Â
Wind in your hair and Satoruâs arms warmly around your middle, you feel the thundering of his heartbeat against your back - matching your own. You admire his moonlit profile, the light casting an otherworldly glow over his cloud-like hair. You could probably go anywhere if it was by his side.Â
Youâve never been happier to see that familiar olâ ranch.
Navigating your sprawling villa, you find, is close to impossible with a relentless Satoru pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.Â
âSatoruâŠwe gotta make it to the bed.â you giggle, drunk off of him rather than the liquor from before. He sighs impatiently, before promptly lifting you off of your feet. His hat and hip holster falling to god-know-where as he runs up the stairs to your bedroom with you in his arms.
The thud of heavy boot echoes throughout the empty house - your parents still at the Harvest Hoedown. It reminds you of the night you first kissed him. As he slams your door shut and pushes you against it, however, you never in your wildest dreams would have thought that itâll lead to this.
Tongue tangling with Satoruâs, feet still not reaching the ground. You donât think youâll make it out of this alive. Nor will Satoru.
Satoru is definitely not making it out alive.
Heâs barely stepped a foot into your bedroom before heâs got his hands all over you - groping and teasing every inch of your body he can find. Your legs wrapped around him, he holds you in the air, hands roughly squeezing your ass.
His lips donât leave yours, tasting himself on your tongue - even as he bunches your skirts around your hips. Exhaling in relief as his hands meet your bare lips, he holds a finger to your pulsing core.
You whimper at the feeling, still sensitive from before. He drinks in your mewls of pain and pleasure, lips curling into a smug smile. âStill sensitive, mâlady? You poor thing. How will you take my cock if yerâ like this?âÂ
Your groan of impatience turns into a panicked whine as Satoru moves towards the bed, âMaybe we should tuck you in bed for now? Continue this tomorrow?âÂ
Reading the challenge in his eyes, you immediately free yourself from his hold. His confused gaze soon turns into a surprised one as you push him roughly onto the bed, straddling him after.
âYou always do surprise me.â he laughs out between the magnetic kisses you leave on his lips. Buttons fling across the room as you rip his shirt in impatience - fingers too dripping in lust to work through them. Youâre sure if the same could be done to your heavy prairie skirt, then it wouldâve suffered a similar fate.
You run your hands along his sculpted body greedily, as youâd wanted to since the first time you saw him shirtless. He hisses at the friction and the impatience at wanting to do the same to you, fingers fumbling with your complicated clasps.
After much frustration and curses on whoever invented corsets, youâre finally exposed in front of Satoru.
Shit, he really should call you his goddess. Because in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he thinks heâs in heaven as you sit atop him, bare and needy for him. Fuck Naoya. Fuck any faceless suitable husband. Eyes half-lidded and lips kiss-bitten, youâre like this because of him.Â
Grinding his now-bare hips against yours, a low groan rips from his throat at the feeling of your swollen folds spreading against his aching cock. Your dripping slick mixes with his as he continues rutting into you.Â
âAh! Enough teasinâ, Satoru- Want you inside me.â you whimper sinfully.Â
Your words make Satoru snap. Wordlessly, he sheaths himself inside you with a sigh of relief. Moans leave his throat unrestrained as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper inside your hot cunt. âFuck. Sâtight, your pretty pussy is suckinâ me in so good mâlady.â he hisses out, brows furrowed in pleasure.
Satoru could feel himself losing more and more of his sanity every time your plushy walls clenched down on him as he pulled out to fuck up into with harsh thrusts. It was so animalistic, the way your perfect cunt couldnât bear to part with him.Â
Your slick drips down his length and onto his heavy balls each time he rams into you at a merciless cadence. Soft yelps of his name leave your lips every time his tip kisses your cervix.Â
Ah, this time he was actually going to pass out. Your pretty whines, your dripping cunt, the way your tits jiggled so enticingly at each thrust - it was all too much.Â
Angling you slightly with his bruising grip on your hips, Satoru smiles with satisfaction at that one spot that makes you convulse on his cock. Abs burning at the pace, he hits it over and over. Your nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder, moans of his name leaving you against your will.Â
You were sure to be absolutely covered in marks tomorrow.Â
But that was a problem for later you. Right now, all you could focus on was grinding your hips down to meet Satoruâs thrusts, eager for him to hit that spot even harder. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the painfully good stretch of your snug cunt. So full.Â
âK-keep going, Satoru. Donâ stop, please.â Your rickety bed creaks in protest at each relentless thrust, overpowered only by the stinging smacks of his balls against your ass.Â
It was so filthy. So debauched. And you absolutely loved it.
As Satoruâs hands sneak down to draw rough circles on your clit, you feel yourself getting closer and closer towards cumming. Leaning down to capture his lips with yours once more, you whisper against his mouth, âSatoru, Iâm- Hngh-âÂ
He connects his sweaty forehead with yours, âMm. me too. Fuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You want that, mâlady?â
Just the thought of being so full of Satoru sends you over the edge. You cum with a lewd moan of his name, cunt clenching so impossibly tight around his cock.Â
âAh! Shit.â Satoru grits out at the way your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly. Your whimpers as you gush around him sounds like music to his ears.Â
Satoru thinks he sees heaven as he cums. A part of his soul parting with him that night. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, strained whispers of your name leaving his mouth as if a prayer. As if you were his goddess.Â
A feral part of him keeps bucking his hips into you, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper - claiming you as his.
You do the same in your own way - biting down on Satoruâs exposed neck. Hard. His strong arms wrap around you to keep you from moving away, letting you use him as you please.Â
Cum drips down your legs, staining your blanket.Â
As your highs finally bate, you blink out the haze from your eyes. Looking up at Satoru from where you were snuggled into the crook of his neck, admiring the innocent blush adorning his face and his glossy, bruised lips. Both of you so overstimulated and euphoric.
âGot any travel stories like this?â you chuckle out, half-delirious and exhausted from what just transpired in this room.Â
âNot at all.â Satoru breathes out, pulling you closer to him, closing his hazy eyes to the sex-filled air.Â
That night, squeezed into your warm single bed, Satoru tells you stories of before his travels. Youâre unsure if your parents are home yet, and right now with Satoru in your arms - you donât care.
You listen as he rambles about growing up in the quaint town of Summer Pass. How he was raised with beautiful parents, a wonderful life. Yet, since the passing of his best friend, heâd taken up what the two had been dreaming of since they were children - wandering the world.Â
âIâm afraid, if I stay too long then it always ends up hurtinâ.â he whispers into the still night. Caressing his hair, you pull him into your warm embrace. Your heart weighs heavy as the back of your mind pangs with the realization that Satoru will still leave despite this.
Both of you fall asleep reminiscing talks of your childhoods. In your exhausted state, maybe you misheard - but you couldâve sworn by the âI love you, mâlady.â Satoru whispered against your lips right before you closed your eyes.Â
Limbs intertwined till youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts, you have the most peaceful sleep in a long time.
Youâre unsure when Satoru snuck out of your room. The only evidence of last night being the washcloth on your bedside table that heâd tenderly cleaned you up with, and a singular button from his shirt at the foot of your bed.Â
Cheeks heating once you catch sight of it, you make your way down to breakfast in your most well-covered dress.Â
What you certainly didnât expect was to be interrogated by your mother. âSoâŠâ she begins. âWhen did you come home, darling? We didnât see you at the hoedown after midnight.â
Ah, suddenly these scrambled eggs just did not want to go down your throat. âJusâ...went to see somethinâ interesting.â you respond, eyes meeting with Satoruâs amused ones across the table as he subtly plays footsies with you underneath.
---
Sneaking around with a secret cowboy boyfriend doesnât just happen in books, you realize. Itâs a lot easier since Naoya is around a lot more often than usual. The only thing he might be good for may be keeping your parents entertainedâŠ
Since then, Satoru, you conclude, really does not like L-words: namely, Love and Leaving.
Despite his breathless confession that night, Satoru hasnât said anything more about his feelings towards you - nor when heâll be leaving.Â
Itâs okay, you have time. You console yourself, as you lay in bed with him after heâd snuck into your room as per usual, pulling his warm presence closer to yours. But Satoruâs inevitable departure looms closer and closer like a dark cloud above your head.Â
Itâs only two months after that night, when youâve retreated from another engagement conversation you shut down, that Satoru brings it up. Hands intertwined and watching the sunset on top of your fatherâs barn, he utters in an uncharacteristically grave tone âI planned to leave next week, mâlady.âÂ
Your heart pricks at his words. You knew this was coming.Â
Clenching your fists in self-assurance, your words tumble out.
âLet me come with you.â
âLet me stay with you.â
The nostalgic lullaby of the world around you is deafening as you and Satoru reel back in synchronized surprise.Â
âYou- stay?â
âWait- huh?â
Brow raised, you gesture at him to continue. âI just- I thought maybe I could stay here. Build a life with you, if youâd like, mâlady.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise. Satoru - who smiles brightest when talking of his tales of travel - was offering to settle down?
âW-what? Satoru, why would you? You love traveling.â you sputter out in disbelief. His smile grows, as does the warmth in his eyes. âIâve found something I love a lot more.â he murmurs, with a playful bite to the crook of your neck.
You crack a smile at his sincerity, though you shake your head in disagreement. âYou should be out there explorinâ the world, Satoru. AndâŠI want to be right by your side.â
âI thought you loved this place?â
âI do.â you sigh. âBut I feel so trapped.â
Resting your head on Satoruâs shoulders, you admit how dear Rustcliffe is to you - although oftentimes you try to deny it - and how you want to leave just as much.Â
The stars wink at you two mischievously by the time youâre done, a twinkle that matches the look in Satoruâs eyes as he announces, âSo~ We run away together in a blaze of glory. End scene, credits roll, Gege winâs best actor.â
âExactly. Although I prefer the term unannounced relocation.â you hum, relishing in his bark of laughter. âNow, câmon, cowboy. We gotta get up early for that damn election rally tomorrow.â
Heading back home as inconspicuous as possible is always tedious. In addition to praying away your swollen lips, you head in innocently at different times.Â
Hurriedly greeting your housekeeper, you attempt to make a swift escape to your room. Only to be blocked byâŠNaoya?
âWe meet again, sweetcheeks.â he smiles, stepping closer towards you. Determined to stand your ground, you stare menacingly up at him. âHello, my apologies for being so unavailable to meet these days. Business, yâknow.â your voice steady.
âAh, yes. I know.â he hums dangerously. Looming closer to your face, you smell the tobacco on his breath as he mutters, âItâs no matter, your father and I have gone through with our conversations. You and I will announce our engagement tomorrow at your fatherâs rally. That is final.â
âIâve talked with you about this, Iâve screamed at you about this. I will not marry you no matter what my father nor anyone else says.â you grit out through clenched teeth.Â
âWhy? Got anyone in mind? Think itâll be anyone else your father approves of?â he raises a brow, delicately raising the neckline of where your dress had dripped down - where Satoru had nipped before.
He knows.
âNot at all.â you smile sweetly. Not waiting for a response, you run upstairs. Seems like running away in a blaze of glory might have to hurry up.
Twisting and turning the entire night, you donât get a wink of sleep, mind a whirlwind of how youâd get Satoru and run away before the announcement.
It was terrifying.
---
Parading around town in an itchy engagement dress under the boiling sun on your fatherâs collection of purebred Italian horses (+ Gege) wasnât exactly how you wanted to spend an ideal morning. But it wasnât the worst.
You snuck glances at Satoru riding in front of you, looking devastatingly handsome as ever.Â
Naoya had been terrifyingly quiet all morning. You could feel his penetrating stare on you, scrutinizing every movement and every conversation. He rides beside you - your soon-to-be husband.
As the procession ends at your fatherâs podium, where he proudly takes a stand. As he plows on with an inspirational speech that has the audience in cheers, your mind runs a mile a minute as you slip away from the stage. Even in your gauzy white dress, itâs easy to get lost in the animated crowds of Rustcliffe - which you and Satoru use to your advantage.
This was happening. You were going to finally leave.Â
Heart clenching at the sight of your jovial parents onstage, you take a long look before turning away. Itâs okay, itâs alright. This is something youâve been wanting for years.Â
Brain whirring at the letters youâd send them on your travels, you miss the harsh gaze following you.Â
âSatoru!â you gasp at the blur of white and black that embraces you as soon as you step foot into Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon. The bar, empty for the first time in years since your fatherâs last rally, was your hastily chosen place of refuge.
Nanami, who wasnât initially too keen on being involved, had sympathized once he saw the look on your face. âAlright, but if anyone asks - you two were never here. Not too good for business, yâknow.â heâd stated, permitting you two to do whatever you please.Â
Although, it probably was worth noting that heâd almost taken it back once Satoru tackled him into a hug with a joyful squeal of âNanamiiiin~!â
âCâmon now. Iâve got our bags saddled on Gege. Weâll leave immediately.â Satoru voices, snapping you out of your reminiscing. Rushing to give Nanami a farewell hug, your heart lurches as he whispers âGoodbye. Promise youâll write.âÂ
This was really happening.
Nodding in promise, you finally turn to the open door and step into the dusty sunlight. Satoru leads you to where Gege is impatiently waiting for your quick getaway. You could almost laugh at the sheer exhilaration coursing through your veins.Â
You were going to get out.
You grip onto Satoruâs shoulder for support as he circles his arms around you to lift you onto the seat, slightly shaking at the intoxicating adrenaline.Â
You were finally going to be free.Â
âLeavinâ so soon, sweetcheeks?â a chilling voice slices through the air. One that you know way too well. Your heart stops, as does Satoruâs hands in midair - before he sets you down slowly.
Body moving against your will, you turn to the deceivingly sweet voice behind you. Naoya.
A cold sweat breaks out across Satoruâs forehead.Â
He stares down Naoyaâs hand hovering over the holster at his hip. âI knew there was something off about you, barn boy. You think Iâd be outmatched by someone like you?â he hisses, resentment poisoning every word.
Satoru does what he does arguably the best, âOh câmon asshat, donât be so melodramatic. Weâre just going on a little adventure.â he smirks.
âDonât I know of these adventures.â Naoya spits out.Â
Agonizingly slow, Naoya draws his gun. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as the three of you stand frozen, searing sun casting eerie shadows across the desolate road.Â
BANG!
Naoyaâs first shot tears through the deafening silence. Narrowly missing the bullet, Gege whinnies in fear before running off to safety. Satoru skillfully maneuvers you two into the shadowy alleyway beside Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon.
In the blink of an eye, he presses you close to the dust-bitten wall as he pulls out his gun. âStay here.â he gasps out. Â
With lightning speed, Satoru retaliates - firing back-to-back shots at Naoya with a speed and precision that has him scrambling for cover behind a barrel.Â
The gunfire echoes throughout the quiet town, these familiar streets becoming a battleground. Despite both parties shooting from their impromptu covers, neither are invincible.Â
A stray bullet harshly grazes his arm, blood painting the ground a deep crimson. Fuck, this really burned like a motherfucker. But he was still alive - he still had to protect you.Â
The standoff intensifies, stray bullets flying off in every direction. They splinter holes through the rustic shop banners. You could only be thankful that the town was at the rally, confident youâd never forgive yourself if anyone died on this road today.
Satoru fires off shots with uncanny accuracy, years of defending himself on the road coming in handy. Yet, he was losing blood. So much blood. He realizes with a jolt that his vision was slowly blurring.Â
Breaths labored and slumping forward against the wall, he aims one last shot at Naoya. Fuck. Shit. Dear lord, if youâre up there, please donât let my love die here.Â
A finger pulls the trigger. The bullet flies through the air as if in slow-motion.Â
It hits metal.
Naoyaâs gun flies through the air, clattering onto the sun-scorched ground as he is finally disarmed. The beginnings of a grin curl Satoruâs lips before he heaves out a heavy sigh. Eyes closing and body collapsing forward, the last thing ringing in his ears being your harrowed scream.
âNo no no no. Satoru please.â sobs wreck your throat as your hands frantically check for Satoruâs pulse. In your panicked state of mind, you barely register the crunch of gravel nearing towards you two.Â
âShit. The fuck is it that you even want?â that dreaded voice sounds ominously in your ears. âTo travel? I can fuckinâ take you places.âÂ
Sagging on the saloon wall for support, Naoya clutches his bleeding side as he observes the two of you. In an instant, youâre in front of Satoruâs body protectively, hand steady on his discarded gun pointed right at Naoyaâs head.Â
âLeave, before I shoot your brains out..â you threaten, voice deceptively steady.
âI thought I could be the one to break you - the mayorâs wildchild daughter. But why the fuck do you put yourself through this?â he continues, voice strained with anger.Â
âBecause he is the one I want. I refuse your proposal, and I am not sorry for it. Now leave.âÂ
You were standing up now, the cool metal of the barrel pressed firmly to his forehead. Finger hovering above the trigger.
âI believe the lady said to leave.â Nanamiâs voice startles you both. His normally stoic face was etched with anger.Â
Despite his injuries, Naoya manages to glare at Nanami. But, realizing the odds are against him, he backs away, but not before venomously promising âThis ainât over, sweetcheeks.â
He leaves a bloody trail as he limps out of sight.
âTold you this wasnât good for business.â Nanami sighs at the chaos. With Nanamiâs help, you carry Satoru inside - body moving on instinct as your mind races to process everything that happened.Â
The empty bar now serves as an improvised hospital. Laying Satoru down on a table that acts as a makeshift bed, propping his feet up in a desperate attempt to recirculate his blood. You desperately tear the intricate of your engagement dress into bandages, hurriedly wrapping it around his injured arm.
The atmosphere is taut, air once thick with the stench of alcohol now reeking of blood and the dusty antiseptic Nanami had brought to you from the very back of his shelves. The methodic ticking of the bar clock sounds like gunshots to your ears.
His reassuring presence is probably what keeps you sane as you stare unmovingly at your hands, stained a dark red from the blood seeping through Satoruâs clothes.Â
You must have been sitting there for hours. Maybe even days. Or it might have even been just a few minutes.
All you know is a flash of blue, and youâre surging forward, heart racing. âSatoru?! Satoru! Please say something.â you cry out, tears streaming down your face once more. Nanami quietly makes his exit to the back, leaving the two lovers to their privacy.
âSatoru.â you breathe out, relief flooding your body and a smile forcing its way onto your face as Satoruâs half-lidded eyes meet your worried ones.Â
âMâlady.â he whispers weakly. His uninjured arm shakily cups your cheek, and you lean into his warm touch. âI would never have forgiven myself if I left you alone, mâlady.â he rasps, eyes boring into yours. âCouldnât have fought off the tumbleweeds yourself.â
You let out a watery laugh. There he is, the man you love.
âI love you, Satoru.â you speak in a hushed tone, as if anything louder will throw you back into your nightmare. His smile grows, blue summer eyes flooding with silent tears.Â
âI love you, too. So, so much. Wherever you go sâ where I belong, my love.â he utters words meant for you - and only you.Â
Your heart swells at the indescribable emotion on his face. âThen, rest well. We have to make our getaway in a blaze of glory, remember?âÂ
It wasnât a blaze of glory, more like a teary trail of apologies and thanks as you embrace Nanami farewell - for the second time today. He hugs Satoru too, but only begrudgingly after he bemoans about being on the brink of death any second now.Â
You step outside once more, hands shaky at what awaits you.Â
In the distance, you hear a frantic call of your name. You turn, only to have your parents barreling emotionally into you.Â
Word seems to have spread around town about what had happened, and your parents were first to come to you - your father running off midspeech.Â
Through your hurried stream of tears and recollections of what happened, you managed to bawl out âI-Iâm so-â
Words which are quickly hushed by your equally emotional parents. âPlease donâ apologize.â your mother soothes.
âIf anything, I should. Iâm so sorry for tryinâ to coop you up here, my dear. I was a scared, insolent man. Sâhard to not see you as my little girl, I hope you can forgive me, my darling.â your father sighs shakily. He looks a lot older than you remember him.
Grabbing both your parents into a tight embrace, you whisper out the words âI love you, and I promise to write.âÂ
With a final hug goodbye from your parents - to both you and Satoru, you take a seat in front of him on the now-calm Gege.Â
âReady mâlady?â you send a teasing glance at Satoru, who positively swoons overdramatically.
âOh yes, Mr. Brave nâ Handsome cowboy.â he responds in a theatrically high falsetto. âTravelinâ the world wonât be all sunshines and rainbows, yâknow? If you want a way out now then jusâ say the word.â he warns in his normal voice.
âTrynna get rid of me already, cowboy?â you raise a brow playfully. He wraps his arms securely around your waist. âJust sayinâ, wouldnât want you to regret a single thing.â he murmurs softly.
âI wonât. As long as we win against those tumbleweeds, right?â
Huffing out a laugh, âCanât promise ya that, my love. Youâll jusâ have to take a chance on me.â
The snap of reins. A last look at your waving parents, and your little town of Rustcliffe. You ride into the horizon with your white dress billowing behind you - on what you and Satoru would later consider blazing glory.Â
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âDidya hear about the mayorâs daughter? Last I heard, she was kidnapped by a rogue cowboy a couple years back, snatched her straight off her feet on her wedding day!â