Thirsty?

“I wanted to say we should go for a name beginning with K, to match yours,” you tell him. 

“That’s sweet, but wh—” he begins, you know he’s going to say what about yours, but you shake your head. 

“She’s our first child, and I think a K name would work better.”

He chuckles quietly and gives you a soft smile, “Alright, honey. You’re prepared, it seems. Shoot.”

“Kaiyo,” you tell him. He tilts his head, pondering on it. 

“Kaiyo,” he repeats, testing it out. Kaiyo, meaning ocean. 

You nod, smiling a little as you watch him think, the cogs turning in his head. “It's not one of the most common names, but I thought you might like it both for its literal translation and it being associated with the vast and endless beauty of the ocean,” you explain. 

He smiles warmly. “I really like that one. It’s sweet. Nanami Kaiyo works.”

“I thought you might. Now tell me yours?” You request and he squeezes your hand gently, gazing down at his daughter, sleeping soundly. 

“Kimiko,” he says, his voice soft, bringing his gaze to yours, “It’s a little more traditional, but it means ‘precious child’ or ‘valuable daughter’. It’s associated with beauty, grace, and elegance. It's not too common but still has a strong connection to Japanese culture.”

While you’d been listening to him explain, so passionately, so lovingly, you felt pumpkin shift a little, as if she was approving, and you knew that that was the one. Nanami Kimiko. 

“Oh…Ken, that’s wonderful. And we can shorten it too, even the nicknames still have pretty meanings. That’s so well thought out,” you whisper to him, eyes twinkling. 

He grins, “I’m glad you like it, honey. Yeah, it’s versatile. Kimi, like the term of endearment meaning dear, beloved, or sweetheart. And then Miko, which has connotations of grace, purity, and spirituality.” 

You lean over and kiss his head, “I love your brain. Goodness. It’s perfect!”

*

Nanami had taken paternity leave from work for 9 months, and you were so grateful for all of the moments you shared together with your daughter. Being present together, with her.

Kimiko, your sweet girl, was growing too fast. She’d began to crawl at 6 months. Nanami had very much been proactive in her development, having read so much about babies during your pregnancy, so you chalked up her fast progression to him. He was quite hands on when it came to tummy time, independent movement, and the process of introducing her to new foods. 

He was also extremely encouraging of Kimiko’s personality development.

It came as no surprise her first word was “dada,” because she was very much daddy’s girl. 

At 9 months, Nanami returned back to work. His colleagues, friends, the students, all asked him about you, your daughter, fatherhood, and he would always speak proudly of his family, show them pictures, and go into great detail of Kimiko’s developmental stages. 

A couple of weeks later, after he’d come home from work one day, he’s greeted by the sight of you sat at the end of the hallway encouraging Kimiko, and slowly, she totters over to him. Beginning to walk at 9 months was quite the achievement. 

*

“What’re you doing for Kimiko’s birthday?” Gojo asks one day as they’re sat in the staff room. He was perusing his phone and seemingly looked uninterested, but he had grown fond of his niece that he hadn’t met yet, and was actually searching up gifts to get for her.

“Hm?” Nanami looks up from the documents he was reading. “Her mother and I thought of having a little party for her.” 

Her first birthday was in a couple of weeks. It was mind blowing just how fast the past year had gone. Nanami finds himself smiling as he reflects on the past 12 months and how his daughter had completely transformed your lives for the better. 

“Little? Come on, Nanami, it’s her first ever birthday. It’s gotta be special. Go big or go home. Aren’t you gonna let us meet her? I want to meet my niece,” Gojo raises a brow over his glasses and Nanami eyes him over his. 

“Well, of course, but… I’ll have to discuss with my wife first,” Nanami says and Gojo claps and cheers. 

“Alright! No way she’ll say no. I’ll just take that as a yes and start preparing,” he grins and Nanami rolls his eyes but smiles a bit to himself. 

Nanami was ordinarily quite a reserved man, and he was a little hesitant to invite everyone to his daughter’s birthday party, but with your encouragement, he did, and he was both nervous and excited for the students and his friends to meet his pride and joy. 

*

“Itadori, wh— put the Lego down. She’s only one,” Megumi sighs exasperatedly, and Nobara laughs. 

“I’m just looking, Fushiguro,” Yuji huffs and puts the box of Lego back onto the shelf. 

“If you’re looking, look at the age on the box, for goodness’ sake,” Megumi mutters. 

Gojo pushes along the half full shopping cart through the aisle, humming quietly to himself as he examines the toys on the shelves.  

“No, these are much too advanced for her yet,” Gojo concludes, and he pushes the cart into the next aisle, the kids following him, much like a mother hen and her chicks. 

“But…why can’t we just get stuff that they could use later?” Yuji offers, and Gojo turns to look at him, raising a brow. 

“You have much to learn about children and parenthood, young one,” he says and he goes back to perusing the shelves, picking up a mini musical keyboard and putting it into the cart. 

“Use your brain, Yuji. Where would they store it? What if it gets broken before they can use it? Why get something they can’t use yet? Hello?” Nobara knocks her hand on the side of Yuji’s head and he lets out another huff. 

“Ow. Okay, got it, stop,” Yuji rubs his head. 

“This multipack looks good,” Nobara picks up the big box of Play-Doh, in an array of colours, and shows it to Gojo. He hums. 

“Oh, Nanami will probably hate these. But I think she’ll like the bright ones. Put it in,” he instructs and she does so with a small laugh. 

There’s a moment of silence as all four of them are perusing the shelves, and then, “Okay, I think this is age appropriate, what do you guys think?” Yuji points to a wooden train set with big wooden blocks to make the tracks. 

“Fantastic. Put it in,” Gojo nods. 

“Gojo Sensei, is it really necessary to get—” Megumi begins and Gojo claps his hand over the boy’s mouth. 

“Yes. It is. Only the best for my niece. No expense will be spared when it comes to her. And you’re not the one paying, so I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”

Megumi pushes Gojo’s hand away and hums. “Right. Gotta get the best for my…cousin?”

Nobara and Yuji snicker and Megumi’s lips curl into a small smile. Nobara gasps when her gaze falls onto a mini kitchen set, “Gojo Sensei, look at that!”

Gojo looks over and he grins, pushing the cart over to it, inspecting it. “I like this a lot. I don’t think Nanamin will, but…it’s a nice gift. Babies like playing pretend. Alright, hold the cart while I put it in,” he instructs his students, and they hold the cart while he picks up the large box and places it in. 

A mini kitchen set, mini instruments, building blocks, teddy bears, Play-Doh, clothes, shoes, accessories— Gojo had practically bought the entire store for Kimiko, and of course didn’t bat an eye at the price on the receipt. 

*

You’d both opted to have the party mid afternoon, not too early and not too late, which worked best. 

Both you and Nanami had planned and executed the decorations perfectly, and were quite pleased with the outcome. Kimiko had had her afternoon nap and was well rested, so everything was going smoothly. When she’d seen the decorations, she was so full of joy, her excitement infectious. 

Slowly, your guests had started to arrive, and you rub your husband’s back to ease his nerves, though he doesn’t look it, you know him well. “You’re doing fantastic, my love,” you whisper and kiss his cheek. 

He gives you a grateful smile and hugs you into his side, whispering back, “Thanks, honey.”

Soon enough, most of your guests are there, enjoying the celebration of a year of Kimiko. The little lady was having a blast, pushing the balloons around. The last of your guests ring the doorbell, and Nanami opens the door to let them in. 

The sight before him makes his brows raise. Gojo and the first year students, with so many wrapped presents in hand, it was impossible to count. 

“Hey, Nanamin!” They all chime. 

Nanami is stunned for a moment at the amount of presents. Gojo grins, “You gonna let us in?” 

Nanami steps to the side to let them in and gives a warm smile to the kids as they step inside one by one. “Hi, you three. Thank you for coming,” he ruffles Yuji’s hair, “Hi, Gojo— was all of this necessary?”

Gojo steps in last and hands over a gift bag to Nanami, setting down the big box and looking at Nanami in all seriousness over his sunglasses, “Yes. Where’s my niece?”

“I hope you left a gift receipt. I don’t know about your taste in children’s gifts,” Nanami says, teasing. 

“Oh, come on…you’re no fun. I got all good things, like I said to my students: only the best for my niece. But…yes. There is a gift receipt inside should my taste not be to your liking. Which I doubt.”

You walk through the small crowd with Kimiko on your hip to greet them, and you are taken aback by the sheer amount of wrapped presents the students have brought into the house, and you blink, wide eyed. 

“H-hi, kids…!” 

“Mrs. Nanami!”

“Lovely to see you, Mrs. Nanami—“

“Hi, Mrs. Nanami—“

They speak over each other and you laugh softly as you close the distance to them, greet them and introduce your daughter to them.

She’s a little shy but she’s curious so she burrows herself against you but still peeks at them. You smile softly, stroking her hair gently as you gaze at her, “Miko? Not gonna say hi to your friends?” You turn to the kids and give them a kind smile, “The ice’ll melt eventually. Go and get some food while it’s still warm. Then we’re going to have the cake,” you tell them and they all head further inside to eat. 

Gojo was still talking with Nanami, and you approach from behind. It’s when Gojo sees the way Nanami’s entire face softens at something behind him that he whips around.

Gojo’s smile is so bright and he looks so giddy that you laugh softly as you greet each other. 

“Look at you, glowing and beautiful as always…motherhood suits you,” he gives you a grin, and your cheeks warm slightly at his playful and flirtatious nature. 

“Thank you, Gojo, it’s lovely to see you again,” you embrace him with your free arm and Kimiko peers at Gojo with piqued interest.

She’s quite intrigued by the white haired man and as you’d finished hugging Gojo and stepped back, she leans over to reach for him which surprises all three of you. 

“Oh. Am I—…am I allowed to hold her?” Gojo asks and you laugh a little. 

“Of course. You’re her uncle, aren’t you?” You tease him, holding her out to him, and he almost melts. He gently takes her into his arms and holds her against him.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Nanami the way Gojo’s hands had trembled slightly, which made his lips curl at the corners— the strongest sorcerer showing a bit of weakness over a baby? He’d never live this one down. 

Nanami’s friends and colleagues had come over to greet Gojo as well and the small crowd had gathered around you as Gojo has his moment with his niece. 

“Hiii, Kimiko…happy birthday, sweet pea,” Gojo holds her gently as he caresses her cute little round chubby cheek as she looks at him, “oh, aren’t you adorable…yes you are, Kimiko.”

“Meekoh,” she repeats and she grabs his glasses. He chuckles and takes them off for her and she looks into his bright eyes curiously. 

“Go-jo,” he says his name slowly to her, pointing to himself and she smiles with her teeth, scrunching her nose. 

“Gogo,” she says and everyone either laughs or ‘aw’s. She squeals happily and claps her hands, loving the attention. 

“Take her before I cry, Nanami,” Gojo says to your husband and you and Nanami both laugh at this. “I am no longer Gojo Satoru, from here on forth I am Gogo!” 

You and Kento were both mindful of having her meet a whole bunch of new people at once, so you take your time between each person, or group them, so as not to overwhelm her. 

When Shoko meets her, she sits on the couch with the baby on her lap, talking to you. “And she started walking at nine months? Wow. That’s early for a baby…you may have super baby on your hands here.”

“Shohkoh,” Kimiko stands on Shoko’s lap, Shoko holding her under her arms, and she bends and straightens her legs, bopping to the music as if she’s dancing. 

“I wouldn’t mind taking her home, y’know— if you ever need a babysitter for a date night or something, let me know,” she smiles. 

“Thanks, Shoko, I’ll probably take you up on that soon. We’ve not gone on a date in a while,” you tell her, “but I don’t mind, it’s parenthood. We’ll find the time at some point.”

“Guggo,” Kimiko says as she steps closer, practically climbing up Shoko’s body. You both laugh, and Shoko looks from you to the baby with a questioning look, playful, as she moves her to stand on her lap again. 

“I couldn’t agree more, birthday girl. Your parents definitely need some romantic time together. And I think you and I will get up to plenty of mischief together too. But we have to keep it a secret, okay?” She tells her and Kimiko giggles and holds Shoko’s face. 

The students had stuffed themselves with the delicious food you’d made, and you and Nanami take Kimiko to get acquainted with the three of them afterwards. They sit in a circle on the floor and Kimiko totters around. 

“She’s such a cute baby,” Nobara fawns. “You have the cutest cousin, Fushiguro.”

Megumi almost laughs, the tiniest of smiles peaking through. Then Kimiko comes over to him and points at him. “Daa…g.”

“What does that mean, Nanamin?” Yuji asks. 

Nobara facepalms. “She means dog,” your husband explains. 

“How does she—?” Megumi is perplexed and you chuckle at the look on his face. 

“I told her about you three. It seems the thing that stuck with her was the fact that you have animals, Megumi,” you tell him. 

“Ah…uh, yes, Kimiko. I have dog. And elephant. And frog. And bird. And bunny. I would love to show you, but I don’t think it’s safe for me to do that yet. I will one day, though,” Megumi tells her and she reaches out and touches his hair with a little giggle. He smiles at this, and the sight warms your heart. 

The kids are all great with her, they keep her company — under the supervision of the adults — while you and Nanami get the cake. 

And when you sing happy birthday to her, Kimiko might just be the happiest baby on the planet sat in her high chair, seeing her parents and all of the new friends she’d made today singing to her. She couldn’t blow her candle out yet, so you and Nanami assist her. 

Everyone cheers once the candle is blown out, and she’s happy for a moment but then whines. “What’s wrong, baby?” You say to her and she kicks her legs in her high chair, whining more. 

“I know,” your husband says, lighting the candle up again. Kimiko’s frown instantly disappears and you let out a hearty laugh. 

She tries to blow out the candle but can’t, desperately spluttering. You stealthily step behind her and blow it out for her so that she thinks she did it, while Nanami picks up the cake before she can spray more saliva onto it. 

“That’s enough cake decorating for you, pumpkin.”

This earns a few laughs from your guests and they settle down to eat some birthday cake. As you’re sat with Kimiko, giving her some cake and having a forkful yourself between, Nanami stands up and clears his throat, turning the volume of the music down. 

Everyone quietens down as they look and listen to him. Nanami is not one for attention and you smile when you see the slight pink tint on his cheeks. 

“I just wanted to say a few words. I was…a little skeptical about having a party like this, but my darling wife was the one who made this happen. Thank you all for attending Kimiko’s birthday and making this day special,” he says and everyone cheers. This was the most relaxed they'd all ever seen him be.

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Nanami!” Gojo calls. 

“Na-na-mi! Na-na-mi!” Yuji chants and Megumi slaps him upside the head to shut him up, “Hey, Fushiguro!”

Nanami turns up the music with a laugh at Yuji and Megumi’s antics, “Help yourselves to food and cake, there’s plenty left.”

Nanami joins you and Kimiko and sits down beside Kimiko, plate in hand. “Daddee.”

“Hi, pumpkin,” he kisses her head. 

“I liked your little speech there. Short and sweet,” you smile at him. 

“Hm. Like you,” he grins and eats a large forkful of cake. 

“Kento,” you laugh, and eat a big one yourself. He gazes at you with a playful look in his eye. 

“You have a little…ah…” he leans in and thumbs away some frosting from the corner of your lips, and then sits back, sucking it off his thumb. 

You purse your lips and cast your gaze down, keeping your composure. He knows the effect he has on you. 

You look back up at him, and he’s gazing at you, that look in his eye. 

Your lips curl at the corners as you look at your husband and you glance over the room until you find Shoko. 

“Shoko,” you call over to her, where she was lounging on the other end of the couch and where she’d seen all of this unfold, “How soon are you able to babysit?”

She laughs loudly, “Whenever. By the looks of things, I think you may need my immediate assistance?” 

A/N: THIS WAS SO STINKING CUTE, I hope I brought this idea to life in an enjoyable way for you anon - I LOOOOVED writing it, thank you for the request!! <3

“And you have to be careful during the early stages,” he notes. 

“I know. But you’re also treating me like I’m china and…it’s just…a bit too much,” you say. You didn’t want to tell him this, because you knew he meant well, but you also had to communicate your feelings to him. You were worried he’d be upset when you did, but he looks at you apologetically, seemingly taking it in his stride. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to make you feel…suffocated. I was worried I was being too overbearing, but I wanted to make sure you knew that I want to do as much as I can for you. And the baby,” he explains in one breath. Your eyes soften and you step into his embrace, hugging him tightly, burying your face into his neck. 

“I do. I’ve always known that. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I would also like to do things myself sometimes.”

“I understand. I’ll be more mindful, my love,” he rubs his hand up and down your back. 

“Thank you, Ken. I love you,” you kiss his cheek and he turns his face to capture your lips with his in a chaste kiss. 

Every week, you’d made it tradition to take a side profile picture of the bump along with the fruit that the baby was the size of. This was Nanami’s idea, of course, and he made it creative and fun. Seeing him be so excited for the arrival of your child made your heart swell with joy. 

He’d very proudly started to create a scrapbook of all the happenings during your pregnancy which he was eager to show your child when they got older. 

Interestingly, Nanami did not want to do a gender reveal when the ultrasound technician offered to write it down at one of the scans. And you couldn’t fault his logic when he later explained, “It’s silly. It’s a social construct. We’ll find out when they’re born, and regardless, even then it won’t matter. We’ll still love them the same.”

Every craving, every need, he provided. Including the need to jump his bones in the second trimester. Damn, did he keep up with you. You knew it was because he found the cute little swell of your belly so incredibly sexy — he’d voiced it on numerous occasions — knowing he’d done that, nothing made him more unhinged. 

Ever the doting husband and expectant father, he’d started reading up more about babies and often tell you facts you’d have never known. “Did you know that your heart grows bigger during pregnancy?” He informs you while you’re laid back on the couch, on opposite ends, 5 months in. 

“I…did not know that,” you blink, surprised. 

“Yep. It’s to help the heart pump more blood to the baby. Babies can also cry in the womb.”

“Oh no,” you pout, “I don’t want baby to cry.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, hon, they’ve been quite gentle so far. You can sing to them, they’ll hear it by now. And talking to them in another language is also beneficial,” he notes and you let out a soft laugh at how he’s rattling off these fun facts. 

“Your brain truly amazes me sometimes, Ken, it’s like a sponge,” you prop your arm up and rest your chin on your hand. 

“So’s the baby’s right now. We should get a Duolingo subscription and get them started on another language already,” he jokes and you let out a hearty laugh, which earns you a little kick in protest from your baby. 

“Well, your child just said no to that,” you giggle. 

His mouth falls open and he scoots over and lies between your legs, coming face to face with your bump. “Listen here, you little squirt, you will learn another language whether you like it or not.”

“Oh, daddy’s setting rules,” you whisper. 

“And in addition to that language, which you will be fluent in, you’ll also learn jujutsu,” Kento tells your bump definitively. You laugh at how he’s instructing the baby firmly one minute and then lovingly pressing kisses to your skin the next. 

He relaxes against you, and you decide to tell him a fact you’d found out recently. “Did you know that eggs can pick and choose whether the sperm gets to fertilise it? For a while, I thought it was just a race of the best sperm to get to the egg. But the egg can reject it if it wants to. Isn’t that fascinating?”

He raises an eyebrow in slight surprise and amusement at this newfound knowledge. He wasn’t aware of that little detail either, but he finds it very intriguing. “That’s pretty impressive. I had no idea that they had such power over which sperm gets to fertilise them. Who knew eggs were such shrewd gatekeepers?”

“Right? But my egg was a terrible gatekeeper. Probably a combination of that and your sperm just being overachievers.”

He laughs heartily at your comment, the image of his overly ambitious sperm and your easy-going egg combining to form your miracle is quite the amusing picture. 

“Well, I do have some pretty strong swimmers, I can’t deny that. And your egg must have had a weak moment, letting my little overachievers through. But I'm glad it did,” he smiles warmly at you, his hand gently rubbing your leg. 

There were moments where you couldn’t wait to meet the little one, but you also found yourself getting emotional a few times that it wouldn’t just be you and him anymore. When he notices your glassy eyes one day while you’re eating breakfast, he frowns and takes your hand in his. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The dam suddenly bursts — darned pregnancy hormones — and you start to bawl, managing to say between breaths, “It’s— not— going to— be just— you and me any— anymore…”

He has to stop himself from laughing at your sudden realisation and he circles around the dining table, embracing you. 

“And I know how stupid I sound right now, because I wanted this, and still do, but I’m— I’m just…scared,” you cry, inhaling shaky breaths. “What if I’m not a good mother? What if parenthood is the complete opposite of what I envision it to be?” You ramble.  

He rubs your back gently and comforts you, kissing the crown of your head as you rest it on his chest. “I know, honey. You don’t sound stupid. It’s natural to feel nervous. Parenthood is a new venture for both of us but it won’t be vastly different to what we think it’ll be. And you’ll be a fantastic mother. I’ll be by your side every step of the way, you’ll never be alone. We’re doing this together. We’ll make mistakes together. Clean up messes together. Strive together. It’ll be alright.”

His words of reassurance bring you a sense of calm and you feel the warmth of comfort spread through you slowly, easing your anxieties. 

He reassured you every time you felt any sense of worry or sadness, provided the love that you needed and more, and was a real anchor to harbouring your emotions. 

Week 40 arrived before you knew it. With a bright and large orange pumpkin in hand, you took what you hoped would be the last picture for the scrapbook. You both subsequently started referring to the baby as “pumpkin” that week. Every day that week, he had tried to coax them out with sweet words. 

“Are you gonna come out today, pumpkin? Today’s a good day to join us, I think. The weather’s nice out. You should come see it,” he whispered to your bump in the morning before you were awake. 

When your baby decided that they were ready to come out, Nanami was there, holding your hand the entire time, not once letting go. You were quite afraid of this final hurdle but with Nanami by your side, you knew you’d be okay. 

It was a long and tiring 14 hours, exhaustion was settled into your bones, but when you finally, finally give the final push and the baby is out, you cry. From the relief of birth being over, from the new chapter that had just opened, from having sight of the baby that you and Nanami had made. 

Nanami kisses your head, eyes glassy as he whispers praises of how well you did, that it’s over and that he’s so proud of you. 

The midwife places pumpkin onto your chest for some skin to skin, placing a blanket on top, the little thing curled up and looking disapproving of being pushed out of the coziness of your womb. 

Nanami chuckles softly as he peers over and the baby’s rosy lips tremble before they take their first breath and start to cry quietly. You sniffle as you wipe your own tears and look at your husband and he kisses your forehead. 

You hush the baby gently, speaking softly, “You’re here, pumpkin…here with us. I’ve got you.” 

After they cut the umbilical cord, the afterbirth comes out, and the midwives take the baby to bathe, clothe, take measurements, and bundle them up. 

“How do you feel?” Kento asks, holding your hand still as you stand up, ready to take a shower. 

“I feel a little empty inside, it also hurts. Not looking forward to peeing,” you sigh and he caresses your back gently. 

“You’ll get better with time, honey,” he guides you to the shower room.

There, he tends to all of your needs, helping you carefully wash up, dry off, put ice and a giant pad on, and then your clothes. You could almost cry from his attentiveness.

You hug him and squeeze gently, gazing up at him gratefully and lovingly. “What did I do to deserve you?” You whisper. 

He smiles sweetly, caressing your cheek and giving you a chaste peck. “You can’t say that after you just pushed our baby out,” he chuckles. You laugh softly and you hold each other for a moment longer, before you both go back into the room.

There, the midwives wheel the bassinet over to you, where pumpkin is awake and looking for something to come into focus. 

“She’s very healthy, Mr. and Mrs. Nanami.”

“She?” You repeat, feeling your heart flutter. A sweet little girl. 

Nanami smiles to himself, he’s elated. He has a daughter. “Sweetheart, come on, look at her lips, they’re totally yours.”

You give him a small smile, eyes filling with happy tears as you both fawn over your daughter. It was a little early to tell, but you hope she has his eyes. She had a bunch of blonde hair, too.

“Hold her, Ken,” you whisper and he obliges, gently picking her up and angling his arms perfectly to fit his little angel against him. 

He’s quiet for a minute, just soaking up the feeling of having his daughter in his arms, the warmth of her, her existence setting in. 

“Now, about those language lessons that you refused to do…” he speaks to her in a gentle tone, and your lips curl into a bigger smile at his jokes, “I don’t want to hear another word from you, little miss. Any objections?”

He’s quiet for a beat and the baby just pouts as she looks up at her father, which you laugh softly at. “Good choice. Maybe start to brush up on some Malay, sweet pea, your mama and I will be taking you to Malaysia one day soon,” he promises to her you feel your heart flutter in your chest at the thought.

The three of you, your little family, in your shared happy place. Something out of a dream, but soon would be reality.

You couldn’t wait.

Read the sequel, Pumpkin's First Birthday, here <3

Every time he passed by your desk, he’d pat your shoulder and mouth a small ‘hi’. Initially, it wasn’t concerning, because it was minor, just him saying hi in greeting. But the more time passed, the longer his touches on your shoulder, and the more agitated you got. 

He’d join you, uninvited, while you had your lunch. Offering him a polite smile, you wouldn’t say anything as he’d sit near to you in the work kitchen. 

“Whatcha got?” He asked once. 

“Just a sandwich,” you reply, mouth full, not caring about manners in that moment. Because he had eyes. Why ask stupid questions? 

“Oh, nice. Healthy,” he nods, opening up his food container, “You always have healthy stuff.”

You blink a few times, thinking what the hell, keeping tabs on my lunch? He begins to eat and you hum, kind of dismissively, “Yeah.”

You continue to eat your sandwich in silence, looking at your phone, hoping he’ll leave you in peace. Ha! Why would he? 

“What did you get up to on the weekend?” He asks and you glance up at him, giving a tight lipped smile. 

“Had a day out with my boyfriend, we did a hike and then saw a new movie…not much else,” you say. 

“Ah, hikes are great. I hope it was a good movie. It’s nice having a companion, but I’m so particular about who I keep around…it’s why I can’t find anyone decent,” he responds, and you chew on your lip, feeling a bit unnerved by the trajectory of the conversation. 

His phone rings then, and you thank the stars for the interruption. You stand up then as he takes it and you say something about your lunch break finishing before you dash out of there. 

Geto had noticed you’d been a bit down recently, but he didn’t want to push you to talk about it because he knew that there wasn’t always a reason for being down. Moods fluctuate, something he could personally understand completely. Instead, he ups his affection to you, making sure you feel loved, and seen, and safe. Which you always do. 

That week, it continued. 

Fucking hell, was he persistent. More touches; the shoulder taps had become shoulder squeezes. More questions. More attention.

At the very least you were thankful you weren’t working in the same team or even in the same department. But still, it was starting to affect you. You’d feel anxious as it approached the time that he’d come into work. You’d feel anxious when you heard his footsteps. 

Your coworker who sat beside you noticed it too. “He’s so weird…what’s his problem?” She comments, then her voice softens when she looks at you being tense, “hey…you okay?”

“Not really…” you whisper to her, voice wavering. 

She looks concerned, “Tell HR. I’ve seen what he’s been doing, every day, it’s creepy.”

“But I don’t want to cause trouble,” you find yourself saying, and you trail off as you hear yourself. It sounds ridiculous and you know it. 

Your colleague says your name, “Come on. It’s not. Do not sacrifice your comfort. Go tell them…or do you want me to?” She asks. 

Deliberating for a moment, you then shake your head and inhale deeply, “I will.”

After having a conversation with HR, it all happens very fast. Within 3 hours, Daniel is being escorted out of the building having been fired. 

You feel sick to your stomach, because you hadn’t wanted to cause such a drastic consequence. But as the day goes on, you are reassured that it was a completely justified decision. 

It’s when you’re on the way home that you get a text from an unknown number, angrily asking what he’d done to deserve that and that you should watch your back. 

When you go home to Geto that day, you walk through the door and burst into tears, all of your built up emotions being let out. He’s quick to envelope you in his arms tightly and hold you against the warmth of his chest. 

“Hey, sweetheart…shh…I’ve got you, it’s okay…come sit down,” he says to you, in a soft, hushed voice as he guides you to the couch. You sit on his lap, face buried in his neck as you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“Tell me what’s going on, honey,” he prompts, rubbing your back in soothing circles, “talk to me.”

So you tell him everything. Every instance, every encounter, every inappropriate conversation. And then the text. You notice that as you’d been explaining, he’d stiffened, his gaze had turned ice cold. 

He utters your name, gently pushing your hair behind your ear as you look at him, “You should have told me the minute this began…” he sighs softly, “Maybe take some time off work. And if you don’t want to do that, I’m going to take you to and from there. Okay? Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise.” 

The conviction in his tone is a safety blanket to you and you bury yourself against him, whispering a thank you and an I love you. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. You’re safe, always,” he kisses your hair and holds you for the rest of the evening. 

You’d debated taking time off, but you knew that would only postpone your fear. So you go to work as usual, but with the safety of Geto’s company. 

He had suggested driving you to and from, but you knew the traffic in the city was awful which would be quite long. So he commutes with you. Four trips he makes each day, just to ensure that you are safe. 

His presence alone was enough but knowing that he’d never let anything happen to you, that he was there only to protect you, makes you feel very much at ease. 

You’re pressed up against each other on the train a couple of weeks later and he grins at you, snaking his arm around your waist. “Up close and personal, huh,” you murmur to him. 

“Not close enough,” he teases you with a wink and you flick his chin with a laugh. 

“Sugu, you might as well just come and work at the same company with all these trips you’re making,” you say as you walk hand in hand from the station to your work building. 

He chuckles, “While that would be fun, working in the same place as you, I think that they might end up firing me too for inappropriate touching,” he jokes and you laugh at this. 

He smiles to himself at the sound of your laugh, happy to see that you’re not feeling so anxious or sensitive anymore and can laugh at jokes about it.

“You’d always want to get me alone,” you tease.

“Oh, yeah. Every chance I get,” he squeezes your hand as you approach the building. 

You head inside together and you let go of his hand, readying your keycard to swipe through the security gate several meters away, and you’re about to bid each other goodbye when you stop in your tracks. Geto looks to you in question and he follows your gaze to where Daniel is stood outside the security gate, waiting. 

He didn’t know what Daniel looked like of course, but he is quick to put two and two together. At the same time, Daniel sees you. You tremble slightly as you see the look on his face as he storms over, somehow not making note of the giant 6’3 man stood beside you. 

Geto quickly approaches, and he grabs Daniel by the collar, lifting him easily off the floor. “You have some nerve coming here again…I ought to teach you a fucking lesson,” Geto seethes. 

Daniel is completely taken aback, turning into a spluttering mess as he grabs onto Geto’s arm that was holding him up, “I— I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know you! Put me down!”

Geto’s brows furrowed deeply, his blood boiling, “You sly piece of shit, you deserve what’s coming,” Geto says through clenched teeth, and throws Daniel across the shiny floor. He slides a few yards before coming to a stop. He curls into a ball as Geto angrily approaches him, crouching down and pulling his head back by his hair. 

“You think this is funny? Showing up to your old workplace just to harass someone again?” Geto raises his voice. 

“N-no, I didn’t—” Daniel quivers, but Geto’s not hearing it. 

“Like hell you didn’t,” Geto bites back, then performs a jujutsu technique that has the man being catapulted against the wall so forcefully that it cracks.  

Daniel is knocked out cold. You cover your mouth in shock before you rush over to Geto’s side and hold onto his arm, “Sugu…”

At the same time, security guards rush over to both Geto and Daniel and police had been called as well. The security guard recognises you but says to Geto, “Sir, police have been called. We ask for your cooperation.”

“You don’t want me to leave the premises?” Geto asks coolly, swiping some sweat off his cheek with his thumb. 

“No, sir,” the security guard gestures for Geto to follow him and waits for him to do so. 

You look at Geto helplessly. “Sugu, I’m sorry—” you begin and he frowns. 

“Why’re you sorry? This isn’t your fault. I acted in your defence. He was clearly coming at you,” he says, his eyes searching yours, placing his hands on your arms and caressing them gently. You relax a little bit. He’s right, of course. 

“They can charge me but if any, it’s likely they’ll be dropped. There’s CCTV here, and the security guards,” he looks over to the security guard stood waiting beside you both and speaks directly to him, “were clearly negligent in carrying out their jobs to allow someone who’d been fired for harassment back into the building again.”

The guard swallows thickly. You try to hide your smile at how Geto’s handling this, it’s admirable to see. 

“There’s no problem for me, I’ll happily cooperate and give my statement to the police. The evidence is right there,” Geto says to you and nods his head to the CCTV cameras overhead. 

“Can I come with you?” You ask, and he outstretches his arm. 

“They’ll probably want a statement from you too. It’s best if you did,” he says and you both walk with the security guard to the side. 

Police arrive, take statements, and evidence of the CCTV. They determine there’s no charges. You head back home with Suguru and take the day off. 

He’d made your favourite meal for lunch, and as you’re curled up together on the couch eating and watching TV, you kiss his cheek. “It’s sweet having you as my bodyguard.”

“I like being it too,” he replies and glances over to you with a tender gaze, feeling content that he’s the one to protect you and keep you safe. 

“Does this mean we can do bodyguard role play in the bedroom?” You say and he coughs, almost choking on his food. 

You laugh quietly and pat his back as he says your name, “Now that, I didn’t expect.”

“Is that a yes?” You grin as he sips on his drink, eyeing you over the rim.

He sets his glass down and smirks, “It certainly is.”

He lifts his arms and lets you pull it off him, and you let out a quiet moan when you see his upper body flexing with the movement. He grins at you, showing off those pretty pearly whites, leaning his weight back onto his hands as he admires you. “Yeah? Love seeing how skilled I am, huh?” 

You sink to your knees in front of him, visualising in your mind what you’d seen not long ago. Him showcasing his speed, techniques, strength, and skill in such an incredible way that you were left in awe but also aroused. You grab the waistband of his pants and start to pull them down. 

“Fuck yes I do. You are so…” you trail off, not even having the words to describe what you were thinking in this moment. 

“So…?” He presses, lifting his hips to allow you to pull off his pants completely. You fling them to the side. 

You look up at him through your lashes, fingers trailing over the dark hair running below his belly button. You note the playful look in his eyes and you know he wants to hear you say it. “Now you just want me to stroke your ego,” you say, and he grins. 

“I wouldn’t mind that, baby, but I think I’d rather you stroked somethin’ else,” he chuckles and you palm the hardness of him over his boxers. 

You feel him up with one hand, your other caressing his thigh, and you watch him carefully as you tease him over the thin fabric. He wets his lips, watching you watch him, enjoying the sight of you so desperate to please him. 

You reach into his boxers and take out the heavy length of him, so hard and alert for you. You bite your lip as you see how his tip was drooling precum, and you swipe your thumb over it, wetting your hand as you cup your fingers around him and slowly stroke him a couple of times. 

“Like this?” You tease, looking up at him wantonly. He hums, relaxing a little more, his eyes trained intently on you. 

“Fuck yeah, gorgeous.” His voice is a low purr, and you fucking love when he sounds so primal. It awakens something deep, deep within you. 

You pump him in your hand a few more times, dragging down his boxers slowly, revealing all of him. You salivate at the sight, your pussy pulsing in anticipation, as you lean in and wrap your lips around the thick head of him. 

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, letting out an “Ah…god…” as you suck softly on him. 

You steady your breathing and moan as the taste of him and the feel of his veins hits your tongue, gradually taking in more of him into your mouth. You feel the wetness accumulating at your core, and you whine softly as you take him as far as you can, keeping your hand around the part of him you couldn’t. 

“Yeah…that’s it, sweetness. God, you look so fuckin’ pretty with my dick in your mouth,” he husks, threading his fingers into your hair gently. 

You slowly lift your mouth off of him and take him back in again, beginning a slow but steady pace, your eyes shut. You squeeze him gently in your hand as you suck on him, and revel in the sound of the low grunts and moans falling from his lips. 

You look up at him briefly as you’re sucking on him, and he lets out a louder groan, “Mmm…fuck…” and he stops you gently, lifting you off of him. 

“You know I love your mouth on me, baby, but I needta taste you. Get up here n’ sit on my face,” he says, guiding you onto your feet. 

Your clit throbs at his request, a little heartbeat of its own, as he takes control. You wipe the saliva from around your mouth with the back of your hand and he pulls off your remaining clothes, big hands settling on your hips, “So damn gorgeous…fuck. C’mere.”

You gaze at him longingly, a small smile playing at your lips. He pulls you onto his lap and kisses you deeply, teasing his tongue against yours briefly, before he’s lying back and pushing you up further. 

You kneel over and position yourself over his face and he groans at the sight before him. Quickly curling his big, beefy arms around your thighs, he pulls you down onto his face. You gasp at the sudden feeling of his mouth on your cunt, making out with your lower lips, and you let out a mewl as he locks you in place and goes to town. 

Your hips grind down against his mouth as he ravages your cunt, sucking on your clit momentarily before he drags the flat of his tongue up and down your folds, then pushing his tongue into you. You let out a gasp, moaning out his name as you reach down to hold onto his hair. 

“O-oh, Toji…” you whimper and he lets out a growl as both his hands grab your ass and pull you even more against him. He’s eating you like you’re his last meal, and you moan out, rolling your hips against his skilled mouth. You gasp when he sucks on your clit again, and you let out a shuddering sigh as pleasure flows through your core to every part of your body. 

One of his hands departs from your ass and reaches down to his cock, stroking himself as he eats you out. You tug on the dark strands of his hair, your breathing becoming shallower and quicker as you ride his face, hips rolling against his sinful tongue. 

“Taste so good,” he says, his voice muffled. You feel a shiver run through you at the way he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, your wetness coating the lower half of his face, the wet smacks of him devouring you eagerly, the deep, guttural groans escaping him. 

You feel yourself nearing the edge, letting out a mewl as you keen from the pleasure, your thighs closing slightly around his head but he pushes them open and continues to ravage your pretty pussy with his mouth. “Ah-I’m…I’m… fuck, Toji…” you pant, your movements stuttering as you hold onto his hair, but he doesn’t let up, fucking and licking and sucking you in the filthiest and most sinful ways. 

“Give it to me,” you hear him mumble against you as he hums and moans, flicking your clit with his tongue once more. Then he’s pushing his tongue into you, his nose pressed against your clit, and darting his tongue in and out of you, pushing you right over the edge into pure ecstasy. Your body shakes a little as the waves of pleasure overcome you, your walls pulsing as you feel the rush. 

You whimper, panting as you lift yourself off of his face, sitting to the side and he lets out a soft sigh as he sits up, “can’t get enough of you, sweetness,” he tells you, leaning in and kissing your neck. 

You tilt your head towards him and capture his lips with yours in a passionate kiss, “Mmm. I love you,” you whisper, tasting yourself on his lips, your hand snaking over to his achingly hard cock, pumping him in your hand again. 

He lets out a soft groan against you, and you both slowly move back to the edge of the bed. You crawl off the bed, and sit in front of him obediently, gazing up at him with such a lustful gaze that he grunts just from that. 

He fucks his fist a few times, and you bite your lip as he starts to cum. You close your eyes as he releases, the hot ropes decorating your perfect face in thick spurts. 

You hold onto his leg and he groans deeply, breathless, as he slows the movement of his hand and squeezes his cock, running his tip along your lips to get the last of his cum onto the perfect pout of it. You open your eyes and gaze up at him again, swiping your tongue out, gathering it and tasting him. 

“Fuck,” he curses, and you let out a small laugh at the way his cock jumps. 

“I didn’t know you’d become an artist?” You quip, and he chuckles, looking over your face with his artwork all over it. 

“Yeah…didn’t know I’d like it like that. Got kinda messy. Sorry, baby.”

“Yeah, well, we’re gonna have to clean up your art. And I’m not done with you,” you tell him affirmatively as you stand up, “so get in the shower now.”

He grins, “Alright, ma…so fuckin’ bossy.”

The party was being held at someone’s very large house. As you step inside and enter the party, moving past warm bodies in costumes, you take in your surroundings with wide eyes: the strobing lights, the disco ball, the vibration of the music which was felt in your chest from how loud it was. Your gaze rakes over people’s faces and Utahime grabs your shoulders. 

She’d previously told you the names of the other sorcerer teachers and described them, and in that moment you’d huffed at her. “You could have showed me pictures of them, Hime. ‘Tall with black hair’ is about sixty percent of the population,” you’d eyed her and she laughed. 

“Yeah, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. But alright. I’ll just point them out to you,” she’d promised. Now, she walks with you, making the rounds. “That’s Shoko who you’ve met,” she nods over to the darling Shoko who’s got a cigarette hanging off her lips and is dressed as a zombie. 

“That’s Nanami,” she turns you 90 degrees and you follow the direction of her gaze to find a buff blond man dressed as a vampire.“He seems gruff but he’s sweet.”

“He looks like he could squash me,” you tell her and she giggles. 

“He could. But he won’t. Probably the biggest sweetheart of the bunch,” she affirms, “alright. That’s Geto, over there,” she tilts her head over to a man with long black hair, dressed as a wizard.

“Remind me to ask for his hair care routine,” you say absentmindedly, in awe of the shine of his long locks. She lets out a snort and turns you a few degrees to the left. 

“That’s Mei Mei,” she says and you quirk a brow as you observe the white haired woman dressed as a skeleton. 

“Interesting,” you purse your lips at the strange vibe you get from her. 

You don’t get to ponder for long before you both hear a loud voice call out, “I call dibs!”

Turning to find the source of the sound, Utahime rolls her eyes and says in a monotone voice, “…and that’s Gojo.” Your gaze darts from her to the direction she was looking at. You see a blindfolded man, dressed as a cowboy, scaling the mechanical bull, swiftly swinging his leg over to sit on it and he starts to cheer as the machine turns on and the mechanical bull starts to rock. You blink. 

“That’s Gojo? Head of the first years?” You look at her and tilt your head in the direction of where Gojo was having the time of his life riding the mechanical bull. 

“That’s the one,” Utahime rolls her eyes, mumbling, “he’s so annoying sometimes.” 

Maybe he was annoying, maybe to her, but you couldn’t deny that his presence was captivating. He oozed sex appeal in that moment; his black button down half open, chest partly on display, his hair creeping from under his cowboy hat, his tongue peeking out. You can’t help but continue to watch as he’s riding the bull so well, making it look easy. 

He looks up momentarily while he’s riding the bull, and through his blindfold, his eyes dart from his friends to people watching him in the crowd, cheering and grinning at them. It’s only a second before his gaze finds yours, like he was somehow drawn to it. You can’t see his eyes, but you know he’s looking directly at you. 

You feel yourself blush as you stare at him, unable to look anywhere else. It’s like your body is possessed. The bull turns as it bucks him, and forces his body to twist and look away. He continues to ride it with a grin and he looks your way once again when it turns back around. Within the minute, the bull’s bucking stops and he slips off of it. You get a glimpse of his long, slender legs clad in dark jeans.  

“What a show off,” Utahime’s voice reaches your ears and you laugh, turning to her. 

“Are you going to go and put him to shame, then, Hime?” You quiz her and she huffs. 

“Of course not! I have dignity!” She begins but is interrupted, not by a person, but by a lasso being thrown around your upper body and tightened.

Both of you turn, gazes travelling up the rope to find who had done such a thing. 

Before you can say or do anything, you feel your body being pulled using the rope, the person reeling you in. 

You knew it was Mr. Cowboy’s doing, and it was amusing, hearing Utahime seething Gojo’s name in the background. What you didn’t expect was that he’d be so beautiful up close. 

As he comes into view, you take in his features and his tall form with a small smirk. He pushes his blindfold up over his brows when you reach him and you’re taken aback by the brightness of his eyes. They shine with things unsaid. You stand in front of him and he takes the rope off of you, gently, not taking his eyes off yours, the tension between you so thick you could taste it. 

“Good evening, miss,” he says lowly, gaze travelling over your face, mapping your features as if committing them to memory. 

“Good evening,” you return, nodding your head once. 

He glanced around the large room, “There’s only room for one cowboy in this town,” he tells you, and your brows furrow as you laugh a little. 

“Isn’t that for Sheriffs?” You quip, and he quickly shakes his head, pressing a slender finger to your lips softly. 

“Shhh…same thing. Looks like one of us has to leave,” he shrugs, and you frown a little, not knowing if he was joking. 

“I’m not leaving. I just got here,” you cross your arms over your chest. 

“Well, in that case, I’ll happily leave…” he pauses, “but only with you,” he tells you with a wink so sultry it makes your insides twist into a knot. 

Your mouth falls open at his forwardness, and you blink. “I—“

“Gojo! Leave her alone!” Utahime joins your side, repeating your name and asking if you’re okay. The man named Geto slips between you and Gojo, apologising for his friend’s behaviour and dragging him away. 

You look to Utahime and let out a laugh of disbelief. 

“I’ll make him pay, I will—“ she seethes, and you reassure her it’s not a problem. 

You both go back to enjoying the party, having a few drinks, dancing the night away. There was something that you were very much aware of throughout those hours, and it was that you could feel his gaze on you the entire evening. 

Several cocktails later and you notice him making his way over to you, and within moments he’s taking up almost the whole expanse of your vision. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets you, truly meaning the word. He was captivated by the specimen you were, his eyes never leaving you, though you couldn’t tell from the blindfold covering them. Despite the cover, you knew he was watching you intently. “My offer’s still open, should you choose to accept it,” he tells you lowly, voice buttery smooth, in a tone so slick it was as if he was daring you to take it. 

“That so?” You manage to quip. You find yourself blushing a little from the intensity of his gaze on you, his head tilting and a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips, a quiet chuckle falling from them. 

His desire for you was clear as day, the energy between you intense, the tension thick. There was something about him, something that drew you in, something that had you yearning for more. It doesn’t take you long to deliberate in your mind before you’re making your decision. You glance over to Utahime, where she’s relaxing on the couch with Mei Mei. You look back to Gojo with a coy smile and nod, “Okay.”

Grinning, he takes your hand in his gently and leads you to walk out of the party together. Your brain can only focus on how warm and firm his hold is, on how people part for him so easily as if he commands the room. 

You follow him outside and he keeps your hand in his as he peers around for the taxi he’d requested. 

“Can’t you teleport?” You ask him and he turns to you and smiles.

“I can. But I chose not to. Building up the tension in the back of the taxi is part of the fun, isn’t it?” He asks rhetorically and you let out a small laugh. 

The taxi arrives and he holds the door open for you and then climbs in beside you. As the taxi drives you both to his place, you relax against the seat and eye him. 

“You cannot be comfy,” you giggle, gesturing to the way his long legs are squashed against the back of the front passenger seat. 

“Matter of fact, I’ve never been comfier,” he tells you and you both laugh together quietly. He leans in a little, and so do you. The soft buzz of the car’s radio fills the silence as his fingers slip over yours and take your hand in his again. 

“Can you tell me about…this,” you ask, gently touching the soft fabric of his blindfold. 

“Is the question that you want me to tell you…or show you?” His voice lowers for the last few words of his question and he raises a suggestive brow, which makes you laugh. “I know you’re intrigued. I might just let you have a try,” he whispers and you let out a soft gasp and laugh. 

“Gojo…!” You gently, playfully smack his thigh with your free hand and he chuckles. 

“Satoru is fine, sweetheart,” he grins, and then says your name, “Utahime said that was your name.”

“It is,” you nod. 

“It’s beautiful. Like you,” he hums and brings a hand up to twist one of your locks of hair around his finger, toying with it. 

“Thanks,” you say, and go to ask about how he decided on his outfit choice but the taxi driver informs you both that you’ve arrived. 

Climbing out, he keeps your hand in his and he pays the driver before he’s leading you up the pathway to his house. 

You watch as he unlocks the door, and gestures for you to enter first, so you do. 

Once inside, he shuts the door and turns on the lights, and you both respectfully take off your cowboy boots by the door. 

You don’t have much time to take in the surroundings before you feel his body press up against yours, his face only a breath away, and he pushes you gently against the wall. You slip your arms up around his neck and pull him into you, his lips capturing yours in an eager kiss. You’re both tentative at first, but within moments that resolve crumbles and you’re both devouring each other by the mouth, desperate to be as close as physically possible. 

He teases the seam of your lips with his tongue and you allow him access immediately, pressing your tongue against his. At the deepening of the kiss, your hats are opposing forces against one another and since he’s not the one pinned against the wall, his hat falls back and to the floor with a soft clack. 

You feel the vibration of his content hum against your lips, the low sound going straight to your core. 

His large hands roam over your body as you kiss, feeling the buzz of excitement thrumming within you, and it’s when he presses his leg between yours that you feel the wetness seep from you. You let out a quiet whine to his lips, fingers running over the soft, buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. 

“God… you keep making sounds like that n’ I’ll go crazy,” he breathes against you, pressing his thigh against your mound a little firmer. You gasp at the friction over your clothes, and then he grabs your leg by the knee and hooks it over his hip, lips still locked together. 

“Ohhmmm…” you mumble into his mouth when you feel his growing erection pressed against your clothed core. There’s no coherent thought in your mind right now, your senses clouded entirely by him. 

He grabs your other leg and hoists you up easily, your legs locking around his hips automatically as he carries you up the stairs and to his bedroom. 

He breaks the kiss briefly to deposit you down onto his bed, the dimmed lights making the atmosphere impossibly sexier. You reach for him and pull him against you by his half open shirt, and you grumble that he’s got too many clothes on. 

He chuckles at this, flicking your cowgirl hat off your head, “I was already hat-less, and you weren’t.”

“Shhh…” you tease him like he did you at the party earlier, and you deftly unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders, revealing the large expanse of muscle and pale skin underneath. Your hands automatically roam over his chest, moaning quietly at the firm warmth of him. 

He does the same, making quick work of your shirt, pushing it off, unclasping your bra and kissing you hungrily as he guides you to lie back. 

He hovers over you and you lift your hips to help as he pulls down your pants and discards them by the side of the bed. 

He pulls away, and the look of your pouty lips and your hooded eyes make his dick throb with need, strained in his pants. He sits back, the metal of his belt clinking when he unbuckles it which only serves to heighten your arousal, and you watch eagerly as he pushes his pants and underwear off in one go. 

You salivate at the sight of his hard, curved cock, leaking at the tip. You wet your lips as your gaze trails up his body, and you have to stop yourself from moaning. He leans back over you, smirking a bit, and he rests his weight on one elbow as he pulls off his blindfold completely. “You seem to be enjoying the view.” 

His beautiful white hair flops down, and you blink up at him. God, he was gorgeous. You can feel the wetness of your panties sticking to you and you whimper as you feel his cock press against the flimsy wet fabric. 

“Thought I’d let you have a test try since you seemed so fascinated by it,” he says, and you gaze at him questioningly before he carefully and slowly pulls the blindfold over your head and covers your eyes. 

You swallow thickly, your breathing becoming quicker at the loss of your vision. “Is that okay, sweetness?” He asks gently, nosing your neck and kissing it softly. 

You’re quiet for a moment as your senses adjust and then you nod, “Y-yes, it’s okay.”

“Good. You better tell me if you don’t like something,” he says with a serious tone and you nod. 

He kisses your neck, trailing his lips over your collarbone and down to your breasts where he teases one and takes the other into his mouth, moaning around your nipple as he sucks softly on the taut peak. 

Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently on the strands as he teases your nipple with his tongue, swirling the tip around it and then sucking again. It’s true when they say that when one sense is taken away, the others are heightened, especially when it comes to loss of vision. 

With your sense of touch now heightened, the warmth of arousal sits in the pit of your belly, your clit throbbing with need and your wetness seeping out of you like a river at this point. With his eager mouth on your nipple, you were starting to become impatient and the need to have him inside you was becoming more and more pertinent. 

“Satoru,” you moan, and he grunts in response after having heard the filthy way you’d just moaned his name, his hips rocking against you involuntarily, letting you feel how much he wants you. “I…mm…please. Need you now,” you mumble. 

He bites his lip; he would have teased you but he was feeling just as needy to feel you. He sits back, and pulls off your panties, groaning deeply both at the slight weight of the underwear being wet, and at the sight of the wetness at your core. 

“Oh, god,” he whispers to himself, the dim light not helping much as he gazes at your pretty pussy, gleaming with your juices, waiting to be stuffed full. “Fuck…so pretty,” he murmurs, reaching over to his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. What he’d give to feel you with nothing between the two of you. 

You hear him opening the packet and then quiet as he rolls it on his achingly hard length, his hands efficient and practised. He leans over you again, kissing up your jaw to your lips once more. 

“You don’t know how badly I want to stuff you full, sweetheart, but I know I’ve got to be responsible here,” he murmurs against your lips and you hum, lifting your leg up over his hip. 

“Mm…I know… maybe another time,” you tell him and he cups your cheek as he kisses you deeply again, rocking his hips against yours, coating his covered length with your slick. 

“That a promise?” He asks, reaching down between you to guide his cock into your warmth, slowly. 

You bite your lip as you feel his tip nudge past your entrance and the slow press of his hips pushing his cock inside you, made easy from your copious amount of juices. He groans as your walls envelope him tightly, and your mouth falls open at the feeling of him entering you, gripping the bedsheets as your body gets accustomed to him. 

You breathe deeply, whining softly as he bottoms out, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, giving you a minute. “Yes…yes, it’s a promise,” you pant a little, and he lets out a breathless chuckle. 

You feel his pubic bone teasing your clit ever so slightly but he pulls his hips back and thrusts into you again, slowly. The feeling almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You tug on his hair to pull him into another kiss, filthier this time, as he sets a steady pace, his cock filling you so deliciously it was like he was moulded just for you. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart— hah— mmm…god,” he groans, rutting his hips into yours a little more desperately. You whine at the increase in his pace, lifting your other leg to lock both around his hips. 

When you do this, his eyes flutter, a grunt escaping his lips at the delicious friction. He fucks into you a little harder, burying his face into your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. You slip your arms around his shoulders, moaning his name, and he curses under his breath at the sound of his name on your lips again. 

“Mmmh…say my name again, sugar. I love it when you say it like that…” he husks, and you let out a little mewl as you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts. 

“O-oh…Satoru,” you whine, clinging onto his shoulders as he continues his mean pace. 

Your body arches under him, your mewl of pleasure fuelling his desire even more, and he finds himself moving more urgently against you. He murmurs your name into your ear, his voice low and rough with need, “You like that, sweetheart? Feeling me like this?”

You gasp both at the force of his thrusts and the sinful words spilling from his lips, how he’s fucking into you more urgently, and you squeeze your legs around his hips as you moan out again, “Oh…fuck, yes…! Yes, s-so good…” you struggle to get out proper sentences from the pleasure that is overcoming your senses. 

He ruts his hips into yours quickly, and you can only cling to him in desperation as you take the onslaught of his mean thrusts, your nerve endings on fire as you continue to ramble and whine, “God, Satoru…yes, just like that…mmmph!”

He pounds into you, his pace relentless as he feels you clinging to him, your body responding to his every touch. Your moans of pleasure only make him more determined to push you over the edge and make you come. 

He sucks a dark mark onto your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and he groans against you as he feels your cunt flutter around him, signalling your imminent release. He sits up a little, trailing open mouthed, messy kisses over your neck and breasts, his teeth grazing your skin.

He grips onto your hips, pulling you down onto his cock, watching with bright, greedy eyes how he’s sinking into your warmth so easily, so beautifully, so fucking sinfully, that he has to physically stop himself from releasing too soon. You’re enveloped around him so tightly; he can only hold off his orgasm for so long. 

You’re rendered speechless by this point — his scent fills your senses; the sound of your hips colliding filling the room, the wet smack echoing in the large space; the feeling of his cock pounding into you so perfectly. 

He reaches down and teases your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, groaning when he feels your walls flutter around him at the contact. “Yeah…you like that, don’t you?”

You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you quickly and you grip onto his bicep, whining softly, “I’m…I’m close, Satoru… fuck, I’m gonna come…” you whisper. 

He presses his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, all tongues and teeth as he continues to ravage your cunt and your clit. “Please, baby…please…” you whine, feeling everything intensely, and he hums lowly. 

“Give it to me, sweetheart…come for me,” he tells you sweetly, groaning softly at the tightness of you right before you release. 

Your walls grip him before you feel the wave of pleasure wash over your entire body, making you tense as your walls contract around him tightly, the loud moan that falls from your lips sounding like a cry. 

He holds you, keeping you grounded and guiding you through it with steady thrusts. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…f-fuck… doing so good for me…” he grunts, thrusting a few more times before he lets out a strangled groan, sinking into you completely as he cums too. You hold onto him, breathless, and pull his face to yours so you can kiss. 

Pushing his tongue against yours, you kiss hungrily, panting heavily as you both come down from the high. He pushes the blindfold off of you and your eyes adjust to the view of him above you: lips parted, chest slightly shiny from the sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed. He gives you a lazy grin and you smile up at him, cupping his cheek and caressing it with your thumb. The view…it was making you horny again already. 

“That was so good,” you whisper to him as he pecks your lips and then nuzzles his face into your neck, staying inside you. 

He hums in agreement, kissing the sweet spot on your neck. You stay like that for a moment, both of you catching your breaths as your fingers absentmindedly run over the short hair at the back of his head. It’s a comfortable silence as you both bask in the post coital feeling, intertwined with one another. 

He brings his head up again and presses soft, tender, lazy kisses to your lips, enjoying the feeling of being in your arms, of being this close to you. You feel him relax against you as his heartbeat calms back to a normal rate. 

With your legs still locked around him, you take advantage of him having his guard down and flip him over so he’s leaning against the pillows and you’re perched on top of him. He lets out a gasp at how you did so with such ease. “What the heck? How—?”

“I’m not just a pretty face,” you shrug, lips curled up at the corners. 

“Nice technique, though,” he gives you a small grin, hands running up your outer thighs as you lift your hips off of him. 

“Get cleaned up and I’ll show you a nice technique, alright,” you give him a sly smirk, leaning in and ghosting your lips over his. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna show me some of your cowgirl skills?” He chuckles, his eyes glinting. 

“You bet I am,” you breathe out, “and this time I’m going to see everything.”

He wastes absolutely no time; after gently depositing you down onto the bed, he hastily hauls himself off the bed to get to the bathroom. His eagerness makes you laugh and you sit and wait for him to return. 

After a minute, you speak up, “Does the wild stallion need me to come and lasso him back here?” You hear his hearty chuckle echo in the bathroom before he comes back into the bedroom. 

“Absolutely not. This stallion has been tamed,” he tells you, eyes dark with desire. 

You take a moment to take him in, admiring his full form in all its naked glory. You clench your thighs together and chew on your lip as he stands by the bed and leans down to open the bedside drawer to grab another condom. 

He straightens up and tosses the packet onto the bed, the movement of his arm muscles making your cunt flutter with anticipation around nothing. 

Your eyes trail up from his arms, over his chest briefly, and up to his gorgeous face. He’s looking at you as if he wants to devour you whole, and you can only guess that he’s seeing the same need reflected in your gaze.  

Kneeling onto the bed slowly, his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips as he leans in, and he presses his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. A low growl sounds from his throat as your hands automatically grab at him to pull him closer. 

You let out a small “Oh!” when he slips his hands under your ass and pulls you onto his lap, moving you both so he can sit comfortably against the pillows without your lips parting once. 

Your breaths mingle while you kiss fervently, tongues lapping against each other, soft sighs falling from your lips as his hands roam over your body. The warmth of his sinful touch continues to add to your growing arousal, especially when he grabs a handful of your ass. 

You shift a little closer and he groans into your mouth as you angle your hips more against him and press your dripping core onto his bare cock. He doesn’t have time to react fully before you’re grinding your cunt against him, covering his hard length with your wetness. 

“Christ…” he hisses through his teeth as you continue the slow and deliberate movement, enjoying the stimulation on your swollen clit. After a moment, he breaks the kiss, cupping your cheek briefly, “you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, here…”

You smirk at him, gazing at him wantonly, loving how you’ve got him putty in your hands, keeping your hips rolling against him. “Can’t say I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not,” he stops your movements with a firm hand on your hip and he grabs the condom packet, opening it swiftly. You take it from him and he lets you, watching how you carefully pinch the tip and slowly roll it down the length of him. You take your time in doing this, feeling the thickness of him in your hand, and it did not go unnoticed by him. He was living for it. 

You pump him in your hand a couple of times, your gaze intently trained on his, the brightness of his blue eyes clouded with darkness from his blown pupils. His breath hitches as you squeeze his cock in your hand. You sit up, your head tipping back slightly, your hair falling over your shoulders, and you lift your hips, aligning him at your entrance. 

You bite your lip as you feel the tip of him press through the ring of resistance and you sink your hips down gradually, feeling every single thick inch of him as he fills you. He pulls you close again and into a deep kiss, keeping you occupied as your walls accommodate to him. You let out a quiet mewl as he kisses you, your arms slipping around his neck as he bottoms out, your hips sitting flush against his. 

You pant softly against him, and he coos, “You took me so good, pretty…” his hands caressing your body while you take a moment to adjust, attentive to you. 

“Mmmph…” is your response, and you slowly pulse your hips up and down in small movements, preparing to give him the time of his life. 

He groans, lips trailing down your jaw and onto your neck as the movement of your hips become longer, and it’s not long before you’re comfortably bouncing your hips. 

You moan out as you fuck yourself on his cock, and he pants as he watches you use him. His hands grab at your hips and guide you as you alternate your movements from bouncing to rolling. 

Small grunts fall from his parted, kiss bitten lips as you lean back and rest your hands back on his thighs. You slow down all of a sudden and give a tantalisingly dirty grind, your hips rolling effortlessly back and forth. You let out a breathless moan, feeling him deep, and he leans forward to close the distance between the two of you, leaving open mouthed kisses up the valley of your breasts as he circles his arms around your waist loosely. 

While you continue your fluid movements, he runs his hot tongue over your skin, over your breasts and gives plenty of attention to them. Wrapping his lips around your hard nipple, he grunts as he sucks softly on the taut peak and laps at it with his tongue. It’s when he teases it with his teeth that you gasp, arousal rushing straight to your core, more wetness seeping out around him. 

He breathes out your name against your skin, groaning it lowly, and your pussy clenches around him at the sexiness of how it sounds on his lips. He lets out a small, husky laugh at the immediate reaction that his moaning had gotten from you, so he continues to repeat your name like a mantra, loving the effect it was having on you. Again, and again, and again…

The rolling of your hips against him is so fluid, it’s like a wave crashing against the shore of what is Satoru. You switch it up again seamlessly, lifting them and sinking down on him completely, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, exploring your softness and warmth, mapping every inch of you. 

With your brows furrowed and eyes shut, you let out sweet sounds of pleasure as you sink down onto him over and over, the wet smacks making your clit throb with need, the delicious stretch of him inside you making you feel euphoric. 

Your little whimpers make a surge of arousal rush through him, and he tightens his hold on you and whispers, “Look at me, sweetness— ah, fuck… wanna see those pretty eyes…”

Lips parted and panting softly, your eyes flutter open and you bring your gaze to his, the bounce of your hips slowing a little and your breath hitching in your throat. There was no denying the look in his eyes. He was going feral. 

Seeing the way he was looking at you sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine, your walls clenching involuntarily around him. Then you’re speaking before you can even think, “How’s my riding technique?” You ask him, your voice breathy and light, not stopping your steady movements. 

“Goddd,” he whines lowly, “I really— ffff…hah… admire your riding technique, sweetheart…but right now I just…please, let me.”

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to respond nor protest before he’s holding you against him tightly and flipping you over onto your back in one swift movement, and you gasp at the suddenness of it as you blink up at him.  

The heat and the desire coursing through him is reflected in the way his eyes are clouded by unadulterated lust, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily. 

Your eyes trail over him, how he’s hovering above you, caging you in, his beautiful form on display just for you; the sight before you so incredibly erotic that your pussy flutters around him again. 

He revels in the sight of your shining eyes gazing up at him, so he leans down and dips his head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss, lips meshing together passionately before he pushes his tongue against yours, drawing his hips back at the same time. 

You mewl against him, feeling the heavy drag of him retreating from your confines until only his tip is inside you, and you cling to him with bated breath in anticipation of him driving back home. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck, and when he thrusts smoothly and deeply into you, you tug on his hair, a dirty moan falling from your lips, “Mmmhh…fuck, Satoru… s’it good? Tell me how I feel,” you pant against him. 

He almost loses his mind right then and there, but he manages to maintain his resolve. He breaks the kiss to respond, your breaths mingling together as he replies, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea, sweetheart…you feel incredible,” a low growl sounds from deep in his chest as he watches the way your body responds to his. 

The sound of your breathy, needy voice and the moans that escape your lips only spur him on, and he is eager to bless you with an earth shattering orgasm. 

He fucks into you hard, each purposeful thrust of his hips sending intense sparks of pleasure through you. 

You buck your hips up against his with a needy moan, feeling that you’re nearing the edge of your release, and he curses under his breath as he watches how your greedy pussy devours him completely. 

He takes hold of your legs one by one and lifts them up over his shoulders, making you let out a pathetic whine, the heat between you growing more intense with every movement. 

You mewl, grasping onto the bedsheets, the change in position being felt, “F-fuck…yes…ohhh…faster...p-please…” 

The desperation in your voice, the sound of your plea, the pure heaven of having you wrapped around him was driving him wild. He picks up his pace, ramming his hips faster and harder against yours, his frenzied thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Oh…Toru…god, so…so good…” you cry out as he ravages your cunt, your walls tightening around him, the loud, wet sound of him pounding into you making you teeter on the edge. 

Deep groans vibrate through his chest; you can feel your heart racing, each beat sending a surge of pleasure through your body. He gasps out your name, the word coming out as a breathless moan, “Takin’ me so well…doin’ so good for me, baby…”

He folds you in half as he leans down, keeping his mean, rough pace as he crushes his lips onto yours, making out so desperately it’s as if you need each other like air. 

There’s a heat and passion in your kiss, the need for each other like a burning fire that consumes you. He ravages your mouth with his as you fall hard and fast into the depths of bliss, your orgasm taking hold of your whole body.

Your moans are muffled against his lips as the wave washes over you intensely, your walls pulsing tightly around him, gripping him like a vice. 

He rides you through it, kissing you deeply, moaning against you as he feels your plush walls clench around him, and you feel the deep repeated plunge of his cock into you. He fucks into you a few more times before he slows to a stop, groaning deeply as he cums, pleasure overcoming every molecule in his body. 

He lowers your legs from his shoulders and caresses them gently, both of you panting heavily as you come down from the high. He slips out of you and leans down to kiss your shoulder. 

You pull him against you completely, wanting to feel his weight on you. He obliges, relaxing against you, but shifting so he’s draped half on top of you and not completely crushing you. 

He plays with your hair, and you burrow yourself against him, feeling comfortable and peaceful, so much so that you wind up falling asleep before he asks if you want to stay for the night. 

When you don’t reply, he looks down and sees that you’re sleeping peacefully, quietly chuckling that you’d already taken him up on that offer too.

*

It’s a few hours later, in the middle of the night, and you’d been knocked out cold. You gently detach his long arms from around you where he was holding onto you like an octopus. You have to stop yourself from laughing. 

You sit up and stretch, sighing softly when you feel the ache of where he’d been, the reminder of what had been a glorious night. You go to stand up, when—

“Don’t go.” You hear his voice cut through the silence of the night. You turn to look at him with a small grimace. 

“I have to get back home,” you tell him, and he sits up, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you back into the bed, back against him. 

“Stay. I’ll take you home later,” he grumbles, burying his face into your neck, kissing it softly. 

“Satoru…I have papers to grade, and—“

“Papers? You’re a teacher?” He interrupts, and you frown, thinking he knew. 

“…Yeah…? At the school,” you say and he peers up at you, the realisation dawning on him immediately. 

“Fuck…you’re the— you’re the new teacher,” he murmurs, more to himself. 

“Yes. Is that a problem?” You query and he shakes his head with a growing grin, dipping his head to kiss up your shoulder. 

“Not at all. I’ll just get to see your pretty self every day. I will also be stealing your breaks from now on,” he smirks against your skin as he litters kisses over it. 

“You will do no such thing,” you lament automatically, but as the thought marinates in your head, you find that you’re not completely opposed to it. 

His eyes glint with amusement, and he sees the way your gaze softens as you think about it more. So he teases you, “Watch me. I’m the strongest, and…you promised I’d get to feel you fully. So, I will ensure that promise is kept,” he gives you a wolfish grin and flips you both so you’re under him, again. 

“Lovely,” you glance at him and laugh as they fall off onto the bed. 

“I often wonder how I’d look with dark hair and lashes,” he muses and you hum. 

“You’d still be hot, of course, but I love your white hair, it’s distinctive and beautiful,” you tell him honestly, still focused on the mirror you were holding while you’re fixing your brows. His heart warms from your sweet words and he puts your lashes back in their box. 

Leaning over to you, he embraces you and kisses your temple. “Distinctive and beautiful loves you.”

You smile to yourself and lean into his hold, “I love distinctive and beautiful back. Can you pick a gloss for me, please?”

“Hm…this one,” he says, pointing to your Dior Lip Maximiser. He liked the shade. 

“Great choice,” you grin and you pick it up and open it, applying it a couple of times, the tingling sensation being felt immediately. He watches you in wonder. 

“Your lips look so juicy right now,” he marvels at your lips and the how the plumping effect was making them rosy and full. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You laugh softly, “You don’t need to ask.”

He gently cradles your face as he leans in and kisses you longingly. Before he pulls away completely, he presses a few small pecks to your lips and smiles as he sits back. 

You start to put all of your products back in your make up bag, focused on tidying them away, when you hear him gasp, “What the heck? Why is it tingly?”

You look up to him hastily trying to wipe his lips, panicking. You purse your lips not to laugh at his hastiness, “Satoru, it’s the gloss, relax, it’s like that!” 

He’s trying to wipe it but obviously the plumper had already penetrated his lips, so he whines, “This shit hurts!”

“Will you please hold sti—”you start and he feigns being in pain, touching his lips and wincing. “So dramatic, my gosh…” You pour some micellar water for him on a cotton round and he quickly takes it and wipes his lips. You let out a small snort as you watch him tenderly touch his lips. A few minutes later, you’d found him looking in the mirror at his lips, in wonder.

The third time Gojo encounters lip plumper is when you had just gotten home with him from a wonderful dinner date.

He was looking handsome as always in his light blue button down and dark dress pants, a solid leather belt pulling it all together neatly, and his pretty hair tousled in the most perfect way. And by god, you were itching to take him in your mouth and taste him. 

Gojo was feeling the same with you, eager to please you, taste you, have you in all ways, but you were quicker in your advances and 69 wasn’t something you wanted in that moment because you wanted nothing more than to savour him. 

You both toe off your shoes by the door, and you suddenly crowd him against the wall in the hallway, feeling the heat rush through you as you sink to your knees in front of him. 

“I— sweetheart, fuck…—“ he begins but he trails off as he watches you unbuckle his belt, the delicious sound of the metal clinking together only adding to the wetness at your core. You deftly unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down a little. 

You’re greeted with the half hard bulge of him in his boxers and you salivate when you reach past the waistband and pull him out. You gaze up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, pumping him in your fist, biting your lip. 

He pushes down his pants and underwear so you have full access to him, and you smile wolfishly up at him as you stroke him some more, pulling a soft groan from his parted lips. 

You lean forward and run your thumb over the tip of him, over his slit, and you wrap your lips around him and suck gently, enjoying the taste of him, as if he were a popsicle. 

“Oh, baby…” he breathes, hand slipping into your hair in an instant. 

You tease the head of him with the tip of your tongue, gentle caresses on it before you’re taking more of the length of him into your mouth. 

He never once takes his eyes off you; it’s intoxicating watching how you’re enveloping him in your mouth. 

Desire, lust, and animalistic need swirls through his body and his blood rushes south to his throbbing cock as you suck on him slowly, taking your time with him. 

You’re in the midst of taking him all the way when he suddenly tenses up and stops you upon feeling the strange sensation of his dick tingling. “Wait, sweetheart— what the f—…baby, did you—“ he’s struggling for words, brows furrowed together as he looks down at your lips and notes the plump shine of them, “are you wearing that lip gloss again?”

You take him out of your mouth and give him a daring smile, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Mmhmm, the one you liked…thought I’d try something new. Think of it as…tingly lube,” you laugh a little and take him into your mouth again, making him hiss and bite his lip. 

After the initial confusion wore off, he quite liked the feeling of it on him. He made a mental note to take you to the Dior store to get some more of the lip product right after he finished making you come on his tongue. 

He leans against the wall, hips bucking slightly, involuntarily, against you as you suck on him more, taking him as deep as you could go. The lip plumper was making him feel things he’d never felt before. The tingling sensation was making precum leak from him and straight onto your waiting tongue where you eagerly lap it up. “Mmmph,” you hum around him, pumping the base of him while you bob your head. You loved having him in your mouth, loved tasting him. 

The taste of him on your tongue adds to your arousal and your other hand snakes down to your core, pushing your dress aside to rub circles over your clothed clit. 

“Takin’ me so good, pretty,” he croons, cupping your jaw, his dick twitching while he watches you touch yourself with his dick in your mouth. You bob your head a few more times and then he takes your face in his hands and holds you in place. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty face, hm?” He asks, eyes hooded and dark. 

You can only let out a half hum, half moan in response, bringing a hand to hold the back of his thigh as he starts to rock his hips against you, fucking your mouth. 

“Ah, fuck—“ he grits out as he thrusts faster, your warm, wet mouth feeling perfect around him. He moans your name when he sees the tears in your eyes as you take his mean thrusts. 

Your eyes screw shut, brows knitted together as you hold onto his thigh and relax your throat. “S-shit— that’s it, sweetheart…” he grunts, low sounds that rumbled through his chest, sounds which were like music to your ears. 

He hits the back of your throat and you gag a little, shuddering as he pulls away and allows you to breathe. Saliva coats your lips and his cock— whatever lip plumper you had on had gone now— and it drips down your chin as you gather your bearings and look up at him gratefully. “Thank you, baby,” you hum, and you take him into your mouth again, sucking him harder, moaning around him knowing the vibrations will make him feel good, lapping at his sensitive tip more with your tongue, while you pump the base of him, teasing his balls a little too. 

His head falls back as he bucks his hips a little, his hand holding onto your hair as he guides you. He pants heavily, cursing under his breath as he gets closer to the edge. You know exactly what he likes and exactly how to please him and right now, you have him like putty in your hands. 

Breathing heavily through your nose, you take him as deep as you can a few more times before he gasps and lets out a pornographic moan of your name, whimpering as he releases into your perfect mouth, “Oh, f-fuck, baby—so good f’me…makin’ me feel so good…nngh…!” He holds you there as the thick ropes of cum shoot out onto your tongue and you let out a soft mewl at the taste of him and the feel of him twitching. 

You gently caress his thighs as he pants for breath, guiding him down from the high. He slumps against the wall and sighs softly, looking down at you with parted lips and hooded eyes, “Get your ass on the bed, I’m gonna eat you out till you can’t take any more. Then, I’m gonna take you to the make up store and buy you some more of that gloss.”