zuko didn't really know he had a size kink until he became yours.
he also didn't think he'd have a borderline obsession with how his hands fit around your body when he holds you. how he engulfs your entire frame with his broader one during hugs, how your hand just fits perfectly into the palm of his, and if he covers yours, your little fingers are hardly visible anymore...
and so when he's holding you down underneath him while you're in his bed, his perverse fascination with your size compared to his just dominates his thoughts.
one hand is gripping your waist while the other pushes down between your shoulder blades to keep you arched perfectly for him while he tries to fit his cock inside you. it's a little difficult, because your pussy's proportionate with your size, and the same goes for him. he's just huge in every sense of the word. zuko slides his cock between your folds a few times, coating it in your slick and getting it nice and wet before eventually easing himself in.
you tense up as his cock fits within your plush walls, your pussy throbbing and spasming around his length when he slowly bottoms out. your pussy's swallowing him whole at this point, and he exhales a heaving sigh, throwing his head back to groan at the heavenly feeling of you wrapped up wround him.
it's just so big. it feels like the first thrust just has your mind spinning already because he's fully inside you, his hands hot and demanding on your body as he keeps you in place, unable to wiggle away to relieve yourself from the stretch and sheer fullness of him stuffing your pussy to the brink.
you only stop spacing when he starts to move, having determined that you're ready to take him and that your pussy's been so accomodating to his big dick inside you. now you're ready to take all his love.
he guides your body back onto his dick while moving inside you, hips rutting back then pushing forward rythmically so that he can stay deep inside you while offering you some relief of said fullness. his cock rubs perfectly against your puffy walls, and his pelvis is grinding right up against your folds... you just can't help the little pitchy moans that leave your parted lips when he thrusts into you.
"yeah, 's good," he pants, also lost in his own head. "just like that, my love. you're taking all of me so well."
your broken up panting and whining grows more incessant when he shifts you upwards, lifting you into a kneeling position and gently wrapping his huge arm around your throat to keep you steady while he fucks upwards into you, his cock reaching deeper now and poking out in your belly obscenely. you can feel every little movement inside you, the head of his cock nudging again and again inside you in a way that would usually have you whimpering and squirming, but when he reaches down and pushes his palm flat against that bulge, all you can do is moan and leak more sleak onto him. around his chubbed dick.
"its so big zu," you babble, tears of pleasure and overwhelm clouding your vision and make your moans sound more watery and needy since you can just feel you're getting close. he relishes in the way your voice sounds when you're whining his nickname like that, and he moves his free hand to place your hand on your belly, entwining his fingers with yours so both of you can feel his cock indenting your stomach, the same you would if it was a baby in you, not just his cock.
the thought had his mind swimming, and he picks up his pace, feeling your slippery pussy splatter juices on his thighs and balls each time he pushes his hips forward.
zuko can feel his balls tightening and throbbing as his release starts ti bubble up to the surface, and he squeezes you tighter, now moaning, not just grunting, your name, how good you feel, how he could live in this pussy. your pussy. his pussy to breed and fuck. he slips his hand out of yours just so he can play with your clit, squeezing it gently and rolling the nub between the pads of his fingers. that, his cock hitting your weak spot again and again, and the filth that spills past his lips and straight into your ear has you crying out for him as you start to cream around his cock, tightening around him and squirting pearlescent, watery liquid all over the bed.
he made you squirt.
"atta girl," he breathes, chasing his own release while helping you ride out your own. "oh fuck, love, you soaked me. made a mess everywhere and squeezed me like that... i'm gonna fill you up with my cum and make you a momma, you want that?"
he can't shut up, and he keeps rubbing your poor swollen clit as your pussy stays clamped around him, his cock dragging slow and sloppy against the the pudgy walls of your cunt that makes your pussy spasm around him, massaging his cock and milking the cum right out of him.
zuko pushes his cock into you a few more times, deep inside you, then pushes his body snug against yours, falling against your back and snuggling you tight as he spills his hot cum inside you, sticking to your walls thickly and pouring into you in masses. with his fat cock plugging you full, there's nowhere for it to leak out. he mouths at the nape of your neck and shudders as the last of his load spills straight into your womb.
you feel zuko cuddle you tightly for a minute before he lets his cock slip out of you, cum leaking down your thighs. he tuts at how you're so sleepy already, and carries you into his bath chambers so he can clean you up after fucking you so good.
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satoru gojo â fem!sorcerer!reader . . . aphrodisiac ( reader affected ) : reader is kind of mean but he's into it, canon-universe â explicit smut !! oral (fem rec.), fingering, p in v, slight overstim, cock drunk reader, messy confessions, mutual pining, slight brat taming, cocky gojo, reader cries during sex, orgasm denial ( in a way.. ), slight after care, cutetiful ending ⥠w.c 8.2k
you and satoru gojo were partners. best friends even.
in his eyes at least.
no matter how many times you swore you hated him whenever he pissed you off, he was somehow insanely persistent in trying to get you to like him. it was as if riling you up was his love language.
not that you didnât like him â you did. more than you should. you just didnât show it very well, per se..
you were kind of like a black cat girlfriend to him, while he was your golden retriever boyfriend. and he knew it. always did. even when he insisted on asking you the stupidest questions:
âso! if i got bit by a snake on my dick, would you suck the venom out to save my life?â
...
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
yeahâŠ
so even if he was the strongest sorcerer alive, he still insisted on tagging along on your missions whenever he could. not because you needed protectionâyou were perfectly capable of handling yourselfâbut simply because, according to him, you were his favorite person.
âand you are here again because..?â you hummed, stepping through the warped entrance of the abandoned inn where the special grade cursed object was rumored to be hidden, floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet.
behind you, gojo followed without a shred of caution, hands tucked behind his head like some sort of casual stroll instead of a mission for grade one and above.
he chuckled. âwhy canât i? i just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.â his voice tilted into a teasing sing-song. âdonât act like you hate it~â
you stopped and turned to face him.
âim not acting. and since youâre here,â you began flatly, crossing your arms, âwhy donât you ... go find whatever it is weâre looking for.â
he gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. âi came all this way and yet you decide to dismiss me? i guess they were rightâŠâ he sighed, shaking his head. âyou truly are a cruel woman.â
your eyes widened and you slapped his chest. âwhat? whose they?!â
he let out that stupid familiar giggle of his before turning and dashing off in the opposite direction, disappearing down the dark hallway.
âstupid idiotâŠâ you huffed under your breath.
you wandered through the inn for a while, your flashlight sweeping slowly across warped walls and half opened doors as the old hallways creaked with every careful step.
the place smelled like dust and rotting wood, the kind of quiet that made every little noise feel louder than it should be.
you walked endlessly, the hours blurring together as every room you entered stood just as the lastâdusty, abandoned, and hollow.
and despite knowing satoru was somewhere nearby, you couldnât help the small tension settling in your shoulders.
âsatoru?â you called once, mostly out of habit.
no response.
rolling your eyes, you continued down the hall, pushing another door open with your foot and flashing the light around the empty room before stepping back into the corridorâonly for a voice to suddenly appear right behind you.
âboo.â
you yelped. the sound tore out of you before you could stop it, your flashlight jerking wildly as you spun around to find gojo standing there, already laughing.
god you just wanted to slap that infuriating smirk off his face. or kiss it off. you werenât exactly sure of anything whenever it came to himâŠ
âsatoru!â you snapped, slapping his chest again, warmth spreading in your face from embarrassment. your punches and hits always landed easily, because, for reasons youâd never quite questioned, satoru gojo never kept his infinity up around you.
you dusted yourself off, ignoring the crippling wave of embarrassment that washed over you. âhave you seen anything?â
even behind the fabric of his blindfold, it felt like his gaze hadnât left you. it was always so heavy, unwavering, like he could you and pin you in place with his eyes alone if he really wanted to.
ânope!â
âgosh.. you are seriously useless.â you muttered, walking toward one of the last rooms in the hallway. one where the cursed energy felt strongest.
âwell you could try to be nicer to me instead of mouthing off to me all the time, maybe iâd be nicer to you.â he pouted, following right behind you.
âreally? be nice? how old are you again???â
in the center of the room sat an old incense box, the wood darkened with age and wrapped loosely in forgotten talismans. you knelt down beside it while gojo leaned against the doorway behind you.
âseriouslyâŠ?â you murmured, opening the box. a faint pink mist drifted upward, slow and almost pretty in the dim light.
âthis is our cursed object? they couldnât have sent one of the second years? ridiculous.â
the scent that followed was surprisingly sweet and warm, something soft and calming that made you pause for a second longer than you meant to.
you took a breath.
âuh..â gojo spoke suddenly from the doorway, his voice losing some of its usual laziness. âi don't think you should go around sniffing random cursed objects princess.â
you huffed, rolling your eyes. âwhatever.. besides, what did i tell you about the pet names?â
âwell, i think they're cute.â he hummed, taking the box from your hands, slender, cool fingers brushing briefly against yours before he snapped the box shut with a quiet thud. the sudden shift in his energy left you slightly confused, but he only gave you a reassuring smile like nothing had happened.
âiâll call ijichi and weâll be on our way, yeah?â
you nodded slowly, thinking nothing of it.
the two of you waited outside the inn with your arms crossed against the cool night air while gojo paced in loose circles nearby, talking loudly enough into the phone that you could hear half the conversation even from where you stood.
when he finally finished, he stuffed the cursed object into his pocket.
âgood news!â he announced. âijichi said itâll be handled. bad news is he thinks itâs some weirdââ
oh.
satoru's voice softened slightly. âhey.. you okay?â
you blinked at him slowly.
there was a warmth spreading in your stomach that wasnât there before, a heavy, unfamiliar sensation making your thoughts feel a little slower, a little foggier around the edges. you pushed yourself straighter against the street pole, trying to ignore how your face felt slightly warmer than it should.
especially around gojo out of all people.
âmâfineâŠâ voice small in a way heâd never heard before.
thatâs when he noticed it properly.
you, who never slipped. you, who never needed anything from everybody, especially not from him. the weariness and hesitance in your eyes.
âyou donât look very okay..â
he frowned slightly, stepping closer, his hand rested lightly on your arm as he spoke. âyou sure? you look sick. if you want i can get us to shoko andââ
and the warmth in your stomach sharpened, more intense than before.
ââno!â you blurted suddenly, louder than you meant to.
gojo blinked.
âsorry,â you said quickly, already turning away from him. âno. i- iâm gonna go home, you can wrap this up.â you huffed, breath more shaky and worn out than youâd like it to be.
the night air clung to your skin, biting and sharp, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering in your body. the moment hung quiet, too quiet, before gojo shifted closer, spinning you back around gently.
his free hand lifted, cool fingers brushing your cheek as he gently angled your face toward him. the chill of his touch seeped into your warmth, but this time there was nothing casual about it. his movements slowed, more deliberate as he studied you.
his thumb hovered near your cheekbone, lightly turning your face side to side checking for any physical markings as for what was making you act so strange.
âhow can you even go home like this? i'm serious, let me.â he muttered under his breath, the usual teasing edge in his voice replaced with worry.
a soft whine slipped from your lips, more reflex than intentional, and you immediately swatted his hand awayâhalf protest, half instinctâbreaking the contact as you huffed in quiet defiance.
âiâm serious too.â annoyance bubbled in your chest, turning on your heel and storming off into the night, leaving behind a very confused satoru.
+ â€ïž â
as soon as you got home, you showered.
once.
then twice.
letting the cold water run over your skin until your fingers went slightly numb and your breathing felt slower under the steady hiss of the faucet. the warmth in your stomach didnât leave. it only sat there stubbornly, dull and heavy like something pressing quietly beneath your thoughts.
you turned the water colder, leaning your forehead briefly against the tiled wall, trying to focus on anything else â the sound of water hitting the floor, the faint echo of your own breathing in the empty bathroom â but every time you closed your eyes you kept remembering the way he had touched your arm earlier, light and warm and far too distracting to shake off.
fuck.
it felt like your body couldnât settle no matter what you tried, you changed into the lightest, thinnest clothes you had, hoping the strange heat under your skin would ease even a little bit.
but it didnât.
satoru had been pacing the emptied out office ever since you went home, anxiety slowly gnawing at the back of his mind. it had been hoursâno call, no text, nothing at allâand even though he told himself you were probably just resting.
the silence felt wrong.
so when his phone finally lit up with your name and his favorite photo of the two of you: where you had fallen asleep and slumped against his shoulder on the train back home, cheek squishing against his chest â his heart fluttered with a pang of hope before he answered.
âhey, i was just thinking of you,â he said when he picked up, voice instantly softening. âdid you get home safely?â
he frowned when you didnât answer right away. âuh, helloooo?â
on the other end of the line, you were clutching your phone tightly, his voice alone making the strange warmth in your chest feel sharper, harder to ignore.
âsatoruââ you called, practically moaning out his name, breath uneven. body burning in embarrassment and taut with need as you buried your face into the arm of your couch, the scratchy fabric pressing against your sweaty forehead.
âiâve tried everything. my fingers, my fucking shower head, my vibratorââ you whined, voice strained as you couldnât stop yourself from blubbering everything out to him.
âi justâ sâno use.â you wailed in defeat. the way your top brushed against your overly sensitive nipples each time you moved, the way your panties rubbed against your throbbing clit â it was all so overbearing, you couldnât even think properly.
poor satoru couldnât help but feel like a pervert.
the image of your legs spread, cunt swollen and fluttering around nothing, desperate to relieve the ache... just front and center in his mind, making his chest flutter. and well..
his dick throb in his trousers.
âhey, hey,â he said quickly, doing his best to ignore the slow strain against fabric. âitâs alright. what do you need me to do?â
âcan you come over? please.â
the words were quiet, but they carried a weight he understood immediately.
not just any âcome over.â
that kind of âcome over.â
âbe there in ten.â
âno.â you said immediately, voice stubborn and a little whiny. âfive.â
he huffed quietly on the other end of the line.
ââŠfine. iâll be there in three.â
you couldâve swore you heard the man smirking as he spoke.
truthfully, satoru wasnât sure he had ever moved this fast in his life. he made a quick stop at a 24 hour convenience store on the way to yours.
if whatever this shit was had you asking for his help and using your manners???? it had to have been serious.
he avoided eye contact with the elderly lady at the register while she scanned his items, a faint beep cutting through the silence.
his items of choice?
a container of your favorite flavored mochiâs.
for you! post sex..
and a box of xl condoms.
also.. for you.. during sex.. if the two of you were to have sex that is.
soon enough, satoru was standing at your front door in just about two minutes, thanks to his inhuman abilities of course.
he was also a man who, annoyingly enough, did stick to his word.
he knocked once.
no answer.
he was about to knock again when the door suddenly swung open, revealing you standing there. a soft sheen of sweat on your skin, eyebrows knitted together in irritationâor arousalâlips stubbornly pouting while your body was enveloped by one of his worn out shirts with some faded digimon print on itâthe same one he had left at your house last time he was there.
worn because you likely wanted to hide the fact you only had panties on under there.
âyou said three minutes,â you said, frowning up at him
âyes. and i got here in two princess.â his tone was light, but his gaze dipped briefly below your chest, taking in the scene in front of him.
normally, his pet names pissed you off. so what the hell was this? why were you getting lightheaded??
ââŠis that my shirt?â he hummed, unable to fully hide the amusement threading through his voice, a grin already tugging at his lips, ââwhere exactly are your pants?â
you let out a groan, already regretting calling him in the first place. âitâs too hot for anything else.â you muttered, pulling the fabric of the shirt down a little.
as if that would make a differenceâŠ
you glanced down at the bag in his hand, raising an eyebrow, ignoring the way your pussy throbbed maddeningly at the sight and faint smell of him.
he noticed the shift.
of course he did.
his head tilted just slightly, quietly piecing together a thought he didnât bother to say out loud, the corner of his mouth tugging up in quiet amusement.
âitâs stuff for you, donât worry about it,â he spoke with a small, reassuring smile.
he stepped inside fully, the door clicking shut behind him as he locked it without a second thought.
âyouâre gonna listen to me for a bit, yeah?â
his voice was light. easy. infuriatingly so.
his hand came up anyway, despite the fact you usually punched him if he tried, tilting your chin just enough to make sure you were looking at him.
his touch softened, less insistent now, more reassuring than anything.
âdonât get shy on me now,â he murmured, voice dipping just enough to make your breath catch.. âwhat is it you want?â
your breath hitched. âi⊠i wanna see you. please.â you mewled, embarrassed at how such a low level curse made your libido and sex drive skyrocket â to a point beyond your control.
he caught on right away.
slowly, he lifted his blindfold and unraveled it, the fabric falling away in one smooth motion. his blue eyes were clearer now without the barrier, sharp but unusually soft when they settled on you, the loose strands of his hair framing his face in a way that made your chest tighten.
you didnât think about what was to come next. couldnât, really.
the words died somewhere between your thoughts and your tongue, and before your mind caught up, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer on pure instinct, locking your lips with his in a bruising kiss.
one large hand shot up instinctively, steadying you, while his eyes fluttered shut for a split second. he leaned down, meeting your eager lips.
he caught himself with ease, grip on you firm but controlled. satoru had always been ready for anything⊠just not that.
as you clung to his jacket, satoru tossed the bag asideâquick, almost careless in its urgency.
with his blindfold gone, his sharp gaze met yours without anything in the way. one hand settled on your hip, firm enough to steady you, but gentle in its holdâquietly letting you take the lead, giving you exactly what you needed.
you pushed him back until the couch hit the back of his knees, forcing him to drop down onto it with a soft thud, instantly following him down, settling on top of him.
a soft grunt slipped from him as you crashed into him, your whole body shuddering before you buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to regain some form of self control.
you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you slotted yourself right over his clothed cock, warmth seeping through the point of contact and spreading throughout your body.
âfuck⊠m'sorry toru,â you groaned, your face burning with embarrassment, frustration, and something you couldnât name.
his breath hitched. toru� well that was new.
he blinked, caught off guard, a grin threatening to slip past his composure. fingers tightening just enough on your hip, not to control, just⊠to keep you upright.
ââŠtoru, huh?â his voice was low, teasing, but there was something raw beneath it, something he barely recognized in himself.
his smile dropped slightly when you didnât indulge in his teasing.
âhey⊠look at me,â he hummed, gently tilting your head up, his finger resting lightly under your chin as he guided your face toward his. âdonât apologize, okay? aphrodisiacs arenât that bad⊠you just need a bit of help is all.â
his hands settled at your waist to steady you, thumb brushing lightly against your sides as he met your gaze.
your eyes kept avoiding his, unable to settle. he noticed, gently tilting your chin up once more to meet him halfway.
ânuh uhâeyes on me, princess,â he murmured. âiâll only do anything you want,â he hummed, booping your nose, making you blink abruptly.
ânow tell me,â his teasing tone returned, though his gaze remained attentive. âthis you or that cursed thing talkin'?â
you scanned his face rapidly, heat pooling in your stomach, growing heavier the closer he leaned. his large hands molded against your curves with ease, and his scentâsoft, yet intoxicatingâmade it impossible to think straight.
âiââ you tried, but the word caught uselessly in your throat.
he cocked his head to the side, gaze sharp behind the faintest smirk. âdonât tell me youâve gone all shy on me...â he murmured, his thumb pressing soft, steady strokes against your hip. âyou were just mouthing off to me a couple of seconds ago.â
your grip on his shirt tightened immediately.
âyesâfuck, itâs me talking, satoru!â
his gaze lingered on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âyeah⊠i know,â he murmured softly. âthatâs my girl. weâll go at your pace.â
you groaned, still visibly annoyed, though the edge in your voice gave you away. âyou don't need to coddle me satoruâŠâ you muttered, pout lingering.
he let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âsorry for trying to play nice,â he murmured, though there was no real bite to it. âdonât wanna break you sweetheart... now câmere.â
his hand slipped to the back of your head, steadying you as he kissed you first. slow, deliberate, giving you time to change your mind.
a chance to back out.
you let out a sigh as his lips met yours again, hands gripping at his jacket, entire body on fire as your hips moved on their own, gently grinding against him.
a purr of delight rumbled inside his throat as your hands hiked up underneath his shirt, tongues brushing against each other in tandem. you moaned into his mouth as his hands found your hips, rolling you against him, firmer than you had been doing â an attempt to ease the raging pool of arousal in you.
and only after a long, quiet moment did he pull back just enough to breathe, eventually (and regrettably) pulling from your lips, a string of saliva bridging the gap between you two. his forehead still hovered near yours, close enough to feel every shallow inhale you took.
âplease⊠toru,â you whispered, voice small, urgent, almost trembling. âi need itâŠâ grinding down on him once more, a spark of warmth building up and throughout your nerves.
he let out a quiet, breathy chuckle, tilting his head at you.
âmouth or fingers then?â
âŠ
âw-what?â
you fumbled over your words, the need coiling tight in your chest, twisting sharper with every second he kept teasing.
if anything, it only made you wetter.
âw-w-what?â he echoed, a quiet laugh slipping out. âyou heard me. mouth or fingersâpick.â
ânowâs not the time to be fucking around, you dickhead,â you bit out, your voice tighter than you meant it to be.
you hated itâhated how he was still trying to be playful when you felt like you were falling apart inside.
he always knew exactly which buttons to push.
and somehow, you always reacted anyway.
âfucking around? i just want to be thorough.â his voice low but not unkind.
âŠ
âh-handsâŠâ you muttered, barely getting the word out, eyes refusing to meet his.
he let out a soft chuckle, clearly entertained, canines catching in the dim moonlight that creeped in through the cracked curtains. âthere it is,â he murmured. âsee? that wasnât so hard.â
he hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips, canines catching the dim light.
âthough, i was hoping youâd aim higher.â â making you roll your eyes with a heavy scoff.
normally, youâd tell him off. tell the six-eyed freak to go fuck himself.
but not tonight.
tonight was different.
he shifted slightly, guiding you with careful, deliberate movements until your back rested against the arm of the couch, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.
your thighs pressed together instinctively, a small whimper slipping out as if you could hide from himâhide how badly you really wanted it.
âcâmon⊠what'd i say about getting shy?â he murmured.
âcanât help you if youâre hiding from me pretty.â his grip shifted, and with an almost unfair ease, he used just the span of his handâthumb and pinky guiding your legs apart, your slick having already soaked through the thin cotton of your panties.
if you knew satoru gojo was going to be fingering you until you came all over his hands tonight⊠then you definitely wouldâve worn something a lot cuter.
maybe something silky, with lace around the edges, something easy to slip off.
but itâs not like he minded.
his breath caught in his throat. ââŠfuck,â whispering under his breath. and for a brief moment, his usual composure slipped. his gaze lingering just a second longer than before..
he was just so fucking obsessed with you.
with one slender digit, he hooked your panties, knuckle slightly grazing your entrance, collecting some of your slick along his knuckle. he pushed your panties aside with a slow, careful motion. exposing your sopping cunt to the cool night air.
after about a minute of tense silence, he hadnât even realized heâd been gawking at your pussy. he couldnât help himself. the way it was practically leaking, every curve, every clench.
so fucking prettyâŠ
âsatoru!â
he blinked, dragged back to the moment, and after a brief pause, finally looked up at you, a faint chuckle escaping.
âheh⊠sorry.â his voice steadied again. âjust tell me if it feels good, okay?â
and with that, he inserted two of his slender digits past your wet folds, your juices coating his fingers entirely as he slipped in and out of you. a loud, sinful âshlickâ shattering the quiet of your living room.
your jaw went slack and your eyelids fluttered shut instantly with a loud moan as he angled them deep inside you, occasionally curling up and reaching spots you couldnât even dream of reaching yourselfâwhining each time he did so.
you reached for the nearest couch cushion and pulled it over your face, attempting to muffle your moans, but you just couldnât help yourself.
you werenât normally vocal in bed. you had no reason to be, not with others or when you got off on your own.
you couldnât tell if it was satoruâs effect on you⊠or just the curse wearing you down.
everything felt contradictory, like it shouldn't make sense.
and yet⊠it did.
it felt wrong and right all at once, as if somehow, he was the only one meant to see you like this.
it just felt so good. so perfect.
you bit your lip, holding back a sob, trying to ignore the aching in your tummy temporarily ceased to make way to utter bliss as waves of pleasure wash over you.
his free hand lifted, fingers catching the edge of the cushion. he didnât yank it away.. instead, he tugged it down slowly, giving you a chance to stop him.
but you didn't.
âyouâre doing a terrible job of hiding from me, you know that?â he hummed, tossing the cushion somewhere behind him.
âsuch a messy girl..â he added, adoration oozing through his voice. the way your cunt refused to let go of his fingers was almost hypnotizing, his knuckles glistening in whatever light came through the curtains, covered in your wetness.
âbetter than your own?â he hummed.
though it may have come across as condescending in practice, there was a hint of concern underneath it. his tone softened just enough to reveal something more genuine beneath the usual teasing edge.
ât-toru⊠fuck,â you whined, tears already brimming at the corners of your eyes.
âyes! somuchbetter.â mewling as he continued to work your pussy open.
his smirk widened, eyes sparkling with mischief.
âyou mean that?â he asked, tone playful, cocky, as if daring you to take it back.
he wasnât going to let you live that down.
not ever.
âhmm⊠that good, huh?â he murmured, leaning just a little closer, thumbs brushing at your waist, letting you feel him, letting you know he knew exactly what he was doing.
âyou sound way too easy to please, princess.â
âplease. just. shut. upâ hnghâ!â
your complaints died in your throat, as an unexpected stretch pulled at you, sharp and delicious, and you couldnât help the gasp that escaped.
satoru had added another digit.
âgojoââ you choked. âtoru! w-waitââ writhing against his grip, mind going fuzzy.
without a second thought, his other arm wrapped around your thigh, hand slithering down with deliberate ease, thumb circling your clit with a quick light hand, making you arch into the couch. moans getting louder with each press and swipe.
âi take it you like it?â hummed, curling all three his fingers up against you, his fingers grazing a perfect spot inside you, vision going hazy as your pussy clenching desperately around his digits, refusing to let go.
âhah⊠easyâŠâ he hummed, watching the way your body tensed under him.
there werenât enough words in any dictionary to capture how overwhelming it all felt.
too urgent, yet the perfect pace.
like it had been building far longer than youâd like to admit. everything amplified beyond reason, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.
you needed this. needed him.
but still⊠it wasnât enough. the aphrodisiac clawed at your senses, twisting every nerve into ache and frustration rather than pleasure.
âtoru⊠please⊠i canâtââ you gasped, desperation lacing every word, trembling against him.
huhâŠ
normally, this would have anyone else gasping and cumming in seconds, he was satoru gojo afterall.
this shit really was taking a number on you.
not that it mattered to gojo. he could keep up just fine.
âyeah⊠yeah.. of course you cantâ he murmured underneath his breath. âyou always this hard to handle?â
âj-just stop talking. so fuckingâannoying.â
âannoying??â he huffed, warm breath ghosting your cunt.
âiâm hurt. thought youâd have something better for me than that princess.â a low purr escaped him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring the evidence of you as his lips glided over them, tongue insistently circling around his digits, all while making eye contact with you.
every nerve in his body ached. heâd waited for this moment for so long. too long.
his thighs clenched underneath his slacks, his dick pressing up against his zipper, a painfully obvious bulge in his pants.
but he ignored it, for you.
the only thing on his mind was making you feel good. he could handle himself later; right now?
it was all about you.
the couch groaned beneath him as he leaned in, arms snaking around your thighs, yanking you down to his waiting face.
and without a second thought his plush lips latched onto your cunt. his tongue lapped up your juices, slipping in between your folds, eagerly exploring your velvet walls. âohâ satoru!â, you moaned, voice coming out cracked and quiet, eyes snapping shut in pleasure.
you choked on a sob as his tongue dipped lower, teasing your hole, completely drunk on how sweet you tasted. he fought back a smile as he practically made out with your pussy, working you open with his tongue before dragging upwards, tongue pressing flat onto your clit.
you sobbed again, hands flinging down to his messy white strands while he tucked his arms under your thighs.
tighter.
harder.
as if you were trying to run.
well⊠maybe because you were.
he lifted your hips to meet his mouth. your thighs trembled as your small whimpers filled up the room.
he was good at this. too fucking good.
you gasped, arching against him, brain melting into pure chaos.
tears brimmed at your water line as your body trembled, betraying just how far gone you were.
you tugged on his hair, some sort of signal that you were close. or so you thought.
your pussy pulsed under his tongue as he continued to lap at your hole. tongue swirling faster. the occasional digit plunging inside you over, and over, and over, juices coating his entire hand.
his cock achingly hard, pressing into the couch â the small friction relieving the ache in his pants.
you were certainly going to have a talk with him. about where the hell he learned all this, how he always gets it right, and why it feels like he knows your body better than you doâŠ
you were so out of it, you hadnât even realized heâd been speaking until a low, humming vibration shot through your body.
âgood?â he murmured, muffled by your puffed up folds, reinforced by the soft slurp of him drinking you up.
when you finally forced your eyes open, satoru was already staring straight into youâbright blue eyes cutting through the dim room like heâd been waiting for this exact moment the entire time.
normally. such a sight would've made you cum immediately.
you had the strongest sorcerer on his knees⊠for you. every movement, every sound he drew from you, made your chest tighten, and your mind screamed at you: how the hell is this happening?
but the loudest thought pounding through your dazed brain was simple.
more.
your thighs began to quiver, hot tears of frustration spilling down your cheeks before you slapped your hands over your faceâand out of his hairâletting out a frustrated groan.
your body didnât wanna let you come.
it was the same thing over and over again: the pleasure built, warmth spreading, but no peak. it was never enough.
normally, crying in front of someone didnât faze youâno one would believe them if they tried to say otherwise. so why did it feel different with satoru?
he noticed immediately, a wet pop breaking the quiet as he paused, wiping his face with his sleeve, leaving a dark mark on the navy fabric. his eyes met yours as he rose to his knees, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your flushed, trembling body.
âfuck⊠was it too much? iââ
âfuck me.â
he froze, eyes wide. âwhat?â
you sat up on your elbows, cheeks wet with tears, lips red from biting down on them so much.
it was so incredibly sexy.
âneed your cockâ toru. fuck me.â
he blinked once, them twice. âwell, that escalated real fast..â he murmured. âyou sure about that angel? or are you just talking all big again?â
âdo it.â
âbold,â he chuckled under his breath. âbut i didnât hear a âpleaseâ,â a faint smirk forming. âtry again, sweetheart.â
you groaned, hands gripping into the couch, brows furrowing.
âplease.â you deadpanned.
âpretty please with aââ
âsatoru!!â
he broke into a quiet laugh, clearly entertained, shoulders easing as he looked at you again. âalright, alright,â he murmured, still smiling. âyou donât have to shout.â
âwhere do you want it? here orââ
ââbed. now please.â
without another word, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly and placing you gently onto the mattress.
he leaned over you, slotting himself in between your legs caging you in completely, capturing your lips in a messy bruising kiss.
he pulled away from you, leaving you panting, that maddening, insufferable flutter in your stomach returning tenfold.
in one swift motion, he stripped off his uniform, tossing it somewhere across your room, revealing a chest and arms sculpted like theyâd been carved from stone.
every muscle was defined, taut and powerful, a perfect balance of strength and sleekness. his shoulders were broad, his biceps solid yet flexible, his torso a masterclass in controlled power.
even the faint line of his abs beneath the pale skin hinted at raw endurance.
underneath all those fabrics, satoru gojo was full muscle. a sleeper build if youâd ever seen one.
he couldnât help but let out a low, amused chuckle as you shamelessly ogled him, eyes wide and stomach twisting.
his gaze lingered on you as he exhaled a quiet chuckle.
âgo ahead, princess. itâs all yours.â
you let out a small whimper, pushing yourself up onto your knees, hands instinctively finding his waistband.
your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the waistband, tugging slowly, deliberately. every motion was careful, teasingly slow, letting satoru see exactly how desperate you were, every second stretching out, electric with tension.
his eyes stayed locked on you, bright and sharp, a small smile tugging at his lips. the way he watched you⊠it made your pulse race even faster, stomach fluttering with anticipation.
after a shaky moment, you finally succeeded, the last piece sliding free under your fingers. you froze mid-motion.
âhello kitty⊠boxersâŠ?â
your eyes widened, staring up at him.
âwhat? i have class.â he said, utterly unfazed.
you couldnât believe you were about to fuck this idiot.
he hummed, interrupting your thought process. âhold on, let me go get something.â
you shot up instantly, grabbing his wrist. âwhat could you possibly need right now??â
âerr⊠condoms?â he hummed, tilting his head innocently.
condoms.
âsatoru. are you fucking serious?â you barked, frustrated and need overriding all rational thought.
âwell⊠yes!â he huffed. âgotta be safe, princess.â
with a sharp tug on the waistband of his boxers, you pulled him forward, and suddenly he was hovering over you again, chest just above yours, a flash of surprise in his bright eyes.
âiâm on the pill,â you murmured, eyes glinting with unadulterated lust. âdonât worry about it.â
he paused for a moment, letting out a low hum. âgod⊠you really are something.â he spoke, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
then, with a soft, deliberate movement, he pulled back slightly, settling on his knees and locking eyes with youâcocky, amused, and just a little surprised by how bold you were.
he dipped his thumbs into the corners of his boxers, tugging them down completely, his hardened cock coming up with a âthwackâ to his stomach.
it looked borderline painful⊠his tip was a crimson red, clear rivulets of precum dangling off, threatening to hit the sheets beneath.
the weight of it was unmistakable. large, thick, and traced with faint veins that made him feel even moreâŠ
big.
it was almost impossible to ignoreâyou couldnât help but stare, eyes tracing every twitch, pulse, and everything in between. unsure if you should laugh at the absurdity or flat out cry...
he dipped back down over you, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your skin, his cock sliding in between your folds, the tip occasionally nudging against your clit, a small squish each time he made contact.
âsay the word,â he murmured. âand we stop.â
you shook your head almost immediately, breath uneven.
âdoes it look like i wanna stop?â wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
his brows lifted slightly, then relaxed as a small smile tugged at his lips.
âfair point. didnât think youâd be this eager.â he murmured. ââŠbut you tell me if that changes, alright?â
and with that, he lined himself up with your entrance, making your breath hitch in your throat. he tilts your chin up slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, eyes sharp with focus.
âeyes on me pretty.. it's a big stretch.â
he slowly pushes in, inch after inch, your pussy swallowing him entirely, the two of you choking up in unison as he bottomed out inside you.
he filled you up entirely. cunt already spasming around him, nails digging into his back leaving small red crescents.
he was so close you could feel every exhale, every uneven beat of his heartâlike it was syncing with yours. and he felt it too.
âfuckââ he choked, voice rougher than before. âare you okay? can i move?â
âsatoru.â
âalright, alrightâŠâ he huffed, a breath of a laugh slipping through. his forehead dipped closer to yours, lips brushing the air between you.
âso brattyâŠâ he murmured. âmaybe i should stop going easy on you.â
âoh please, like youâmmph!â
he silenced you with a hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you.
then another.
and another...
they started coming back to back, all perfectly timed.
and for a minute, neither of you said anything.
the only sounds were the occasional whine from you, a groan from him, and the soft smacks of his sack against the curve of your ass as he gradually sped up finding his rhythm, a white ring already forming around the base of his cock.
lewd thwaps bounced off the walls, filling up the room, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unblinking, lips a breath away from your own.
a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, his hand finding the flesh of your hip, voice low and teasing, tickling the shell of your ear.
âthis what you needed?â he hummed, lengthy cock stirring up your insides. âhm? some dickâhahâjust to make this pretty pussy feel better?â
âsatoruââ a pathetic whine ripped through your throat as his mushroom tip grazed one of your sweet spots, picking up his pace, your tits bouncing upwards with each slam, digimon shirt covered in sweat and the smell of sex.
âshh, mâgonna take care of you baby, gonna take care of this pretty pussy, gonna feel so nice..â he hummed, teeth grazing your pulse point.
and unfortunately, you couldnât deny it.
you felt every inch of him, every movement, and it was impossible to ignore. you always felt this way with himâlike the world had narrowed down to nothing but heat and sparks. your vision danced, stars bursting behind your eyes, heart racing, completely undone.
he always made you feel good.
this time it was just with his dick.
your sopping cunt squeezed down on his cock, as if trying to milk him, simply refusing to let go each time he pulled back away from you.
he choked on a laugh, eyes flicking down at you, lips twitching with amusement. âs-so needyâŠâ he murmured.
you tugged him down, just enough to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
he fucked you so good. almost too good.
you werenât surprised, he was satoru gojo after all. your arms curled around him, clinging tighter, while your body pressed closer, desperate for every inch of contact you could get.
âbeen thinking about you for so fucking long.â he grunted, the slaps of his hips knocking into you, the force sending waves of shock throughout the meat of your ass. âalways wanted you on my cock, to be mineââ
your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing into him instinctively, pushing him deeper inside you. every small movement pressed your bodies together, your arms clinging tight as you let out soft huffs of breathless laughter, face buried in the crook of his neck.
he let out a soft, almost pathetic whimper, chest rising rapidly. âfuck⊠feel what you do to me baby?â he hummed, pressing a large hand over your tummy, pressing down so that he could feel his cock inside you, drawing out pathetic syrupy moans from you.
his voice was rough. strained.
and just low enough to send shivers down your spine.
satoru was in heaven. the way you clamped down on him refusing to let go of him. the way his cock slid in anâ out of you with ease â a loud wet squelch echoing each time, length completely covered in your juices, the soft sheen of his cock blinding him every time he pulled out of you, just to slam back into you once more.
so wet⊠and so⊠nasty.
and all for him.
your mouth went slack, drool pooling at the corner, threatening to spill over. he couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh.
who knew that all you needed was a little bit of dick to act right?
every touch sent shivers down your spine, every stroke of his cock made your pussy flutter helplessly, the way his cock filled you up was so⊠perfect. his tip grazed every nook and cranny of your walls, a white froth coating your folds and dripping down his sack as they slammed into you.
it was all too much. your folds were puffy from hours of torture pleasure: his slender digits working you open, his tongue lapping up at your cunt like a man starved. and now. this. fucking you so good as if he was trying to imprint himself into every part of you.
you couldnât even form a proper sentence, just blubbering and whining about how good he felt, how big he was. he pressed down on you further, pressing you into the mattress as he slammed into you, curving up right into your sweet spot.
âsuch a good girl.. so perfect for meâŠâ he breathed out, eyes locked on you
ângh!â satoruâ pleasepleaseââ you whined helplessly, lips finding his flesh, biting down softly to muffle your moans and cries.
âlook at youuuâŠâ he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.
âso fuckinâ cute. gonna cum all over my cock like the pretty little princess you are?â crooning, as if he wasn't drunk off you and you alone.
he let out an absurd laugh, sharp and breathless, like he couldnât believe how much he was unraveling under you. âmâclose already.. youâre giving me a bad rep here..â
he looked down at you, expecting some sort of answerâonly to be met by a small glare, or at least what you were trying to manage. your eyes were hazy, brows scrunched up, and it was laughably pathetic, but in the best way.
he let out a soft huff of laughter.
âright⊠sorry,â he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips at the fact his dick rendered you speechless.
âf-fuckâ toru, mâcloseââ you whined, burying your face into him, squeezing your eyes shut.
he pulled back just enough to get a good look at your face, taking in the tremble of your lips, the warmth radiating from your cheeks, the sweat glistening off your skinâŠ
so fucking pretty.
âdonât hide that pretty face from me, angel⊠i wanna see you,â he murmured, placing sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw.
you couldnât help itâbreath coming in short, uneven huffs, eyes locking onto his as if begging for more. your hands curled around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, legs instinctively wrapping closer, pushing him deeper into you.
he chuckled low and absurdly, leaning in so your faces were inches apart, breath mingling. âthere you are⊠see? wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock.â
small, desperate whines escaped your lips, soft and almost helpless, and every tiny movement pressed you harder into him, âsatoruââ
before you could react, he cut you off with a bruising kiss, noses knocking together, lips pressing hard and claiming, stealing your breath. your hands fisted against him, pulling him closer, while your legs instinctively curled around his waist, clinging like you couldnât get enough.
he dragged his tongue from your bottom lip, down to your chin, before placing a sloppy kiss right below it. his hand slid down from your hip, his thumb carelessly found your clit â pressing hard firm circles making you cry out, his hips stuttering and becoming sloppy.
ââŠfuck⊠i love you, so perfect f'meâ he gasped, voice raw and trembling, eyes locked on yours like he couldnât look away.
the warmth in your stomach multiplied tenfold, spreading through every nerve and pulse.
âw-what?â you choked dumbly, voice trembling, before your body betrayed you and locked up, every muscle tightening as if it couldnât handle him.
your orgasm had snuck up on you, hitting you like a truck.
your pussy spasmed helplessly as your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes crossing into each other as all the air got knocked into your lungs, toes curling uselessly in the air.
âthatâs ittt...â he purred, smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you shiver, rolling his hips against yours.
soon enough, his own orgasm came rushing up on him, choking on a soft gasp as thick hot rivulets of his seed spilled out inside you.
rocking his hips back and forth, slow and controlled, pubic bone crushing down on you, burying his cock as deep as it can go.
his body locked up over you, thick white ropes still spilling out inside you, his balls clenching until they completely emptied out inside of you.
you slowly regained your senses, breath heaving, the warmth in your tummy slowly dying.
for a quiet moment, the two of you just stayed there, hearts racing in unison. he pulled out of you slowly, thick warmth slowly rolling out from your cunt.
he practically collapsed on top of you for a brief second before rolling onto his back, pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard, instinctively settling you on top of him. your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath you..
his hand reached for a nearby throw blanket, careful not to move you too much, dragging it up and over the two of you, covering you both as he settled you against his side.
as your chest rose and fell against his, his touch lingering in your hair, soft and grounding
he let out a small cough.
âdid it work?â brow quirking as he glanced down at you.
âuh-huhh,â you croaked out, chest still rising and falling fast, eyes still hazy and utterly exhausted.
another quiet minute passed, him absently stroking your face and tracing lazy patterns along your back.
âi got you mochi,â he spoke softly, his gentle caresses not ceasing.
you lifted your head from his chest like a newborn just learning how to use their motor skills for the first time.
âyou didâŠ?â
âmhm⊠thought it'd make you feel better.. though it might have melted. you didnât give me a chance to put it in the freezer.â he added with a small chuckle.
âi hate youâŠâ you groaned, plopping your head back onto his chest.
âdonât think youâre off the hook, satoru.â you slurred, poking his cheek lightly.
âwouldnât dream of it, princess,â he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips, thumb idly tracing along your arm.
âsoooo..â he began, brimming with way too much energy for what he just put you through, practically vibrating on the spot. âthis means you'll go on a date with me right?â
you blinked up at him, lazy and teasing, then simply patted his cheek.
âdon't make it weird.â you hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âi didn't even get to say anything weird..â he pouted incredulously.
âdon't have to.â
âdate me. please.â
âyou seriously are so annoying.â
âconsidering we just had sex, i can't possibly be that annoying.â
...
with a roll of your eyes, you pressed a small, fleeting kiss to his cheek. the soft press of your lips lingered longer than you intended.
despite your gruff exterior, your heart was pounding in your chest, betraying just how flustered you actually were.
âfine. only one,â you muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clearly a lie.
he blinked, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. âhm⊠iâll take it,â he said, voice low and playful, tugging you a little closer as if to savor the moment.
he leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially, âyou know, one of these days, iâm gonna get you to confess your undying love for me.â
your breath choked up â âdont get greedy.â you huffed before laying back down against him, your cheek squishing against his bare chest.
he pulled you closer, fingers lazily tickling your back.
you were perfect.
absolutely perfect.
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this isnât a repost, i just wanted to share this fic i wrote a month ago bc i liked it <3 also this is kinda long so srry in advance ;-;
attending a party thrown by the most popular frat on campus was basically a one-way ticket to seeing every person you despisedâ something you shouldâve kept in mind before you found yourself getting holes burned into by your exâs laser sharp glare from across the room. you had done a fairly decent job at minding your business all night, having only come here for the drinks. this meant minimal socializing, especially after most of your friends abandoned you for some mediocre dude upstairs.
all you were really here for was to stand by the drinks table and look pretty. you knew how to doll up, wearing a two-piece mini skirt set, matching crop top, everything accentuating your body in all right places. it shouldâve been enough to attract someone worth your time, but instead, it seemed to work against you since your ex couldnât stop staring. even with his tongue halfway down some girlâs throat, he still somehow managed to maintain eye contact with you.
you already knew what he was doing, he wanted to make you as jealous as possible tonight. but unfortunately for him, you didnât give a single shit what or who he decided to waste his night on. honestly, it was kind of pathetic. all that effort just to maybe catch your attention, somebody who no longer found him on her list of priorities.
still⊠it wouldnât kill you to spice things up a bit. if he wanted to play games, you were more than capable of playing too. the show he put on with the girl on the dance floor didnât bother you in the slightest, but you were pretty sure if the roles were reversed, heâd be foaming at the mouth. and really, you wouldnât mind using this as a poor excuse for hooking up with someone for the night.Â
you smirked to yourself while you scanned the crowd, needing to find someone whoâd hit him right where it hurts, he deserved it after all. your eyes immediately caught another pair, those of a person whoâd make for a perfect target. gojo satoru.Â
star athlete, leader of the frat, host of the party and objectively, gorgeous. he fulfilled all of the qualities your ex lacked and surely would make him weep like a little baby at night because you deserved better than him, which wouldnât be a lie.you werenât a nobody in your class, owning a fair share of popularity gave you a striking social life. apart from your captivating personality, came the out-of-this-world beauty.Â
this was another reason you didnât take time to second guess your plan, you knew any guy would feel rather accomplished to even breathe your air, let alone have a night with you. you had an unmatched ability to coin any man, even with pretty boys like satoru. undoubtedly the perfect woman, itâd make for a great achievement to boast about to the guys lining up at your feet for a chance.Â
so you began to strut towards gojo, watching the smug smirk on his face grow as the distance between the two of you grew.
âdamn, i was starting to think you were shy,â he called out, eyes practically glowing beneath the neon lights. âusually they come crawling after five seconds of eye contact. figured you were immune to my charm or something.â
âguess i just needed a drink first,â you quipped, lightly hitting his chest with the back of your manicured hand before stretching it out towards him. âwanna dance?âÂ
âthought youâd never ask,â his smirk only deepened as he slipped his fingers through yours, letting you tug him forward with zero resistance.
you weaved your way through the sea of people, the scent of sweat and vodka clinging thick to the air, until you found a spot to press against him, the bass thumping beneath your feet.
giving your ex a perfect view, you pressed your back into the boy behind you, arms wrapping around his neck as you slowly began to move your body against his. his hands lowered to your waist, taking a firm hold of it once he felt the rhythm of your grind, not hesitating to match it.
he dipped his head close, voice low against your ear, just loud enough to cut through the blaring speakers. âguy in front of us is practically shooting daggers at me,â he muttered with a grin. âif looks could kill, iâd be six feet under by now.â
you ceased your actions to turn around and face him, looping your arms loosely around his neck, tilting your head to the side. âyeah, âs why iâm doing this,â you replied, letting out a soft laugh.
he raised a hand to his chest, feigning offense. âdamn, so iâm just a prop in your little revenge plot? using the gojo satoru like some pawn?â
âdonât get ahead of yourself,â you snorted, eyes narrowing slightly. âyou in or not?â
his grin widened, blue eyes flickering down to your glossed lips, the corner of his mouth twitching. âoh, sweetheart. iâm very in. wanna see how mad he can get?â
âmmm⊠show me.â
and with that, he leaned in and kissed you.
his lips crashed into yours like heâd been waiting all night for itâ eager, warm, and just cocky enough to make your stomach flip. you melted into him immediately, the taste of cherry gloss coating his tongue, and for a second, he forgot why this even started.
you did too.
the kiss was deeper than it had any right to be, your mouths moving perfectly in sync like muscle memory you didnât know you had. you felt the burn of his grip tighten just a little around your waist, and you let him pull you in closer, all thoughts of jealousy games replaced by the press of his body and the way he kissed like he had something to prove.
you and gojo had known of each otherâ same campus, same parties, passing glancesâ but neither of you ever cared enough to bridge the gap. he was too caught up in sports, you were too focused on yourself to bother with the dating scene. but this kiss, this kiss made it painfully obvious just how much youâd both been missing, and it didnât take much for the two of you to crave more.
the slight nibble on his lower lip had him grinding his clothed length against you, the friction pulling a soft sound from his throat as you tugged him closer to deepen the kiss. when you finally pulled away, it was only for air, lips hovering just a breath apart. he looked unfairly pretty above youâ swollen lips, lashes fluttering, those big baby blues already glazed over as he silently begged you to kiss him again.
just as he was about to lean back in, you pressed a finger to his lips, ânot here.â
he blinked, a brow quirking in mild confusion. âseriously?â he asked, but followed you anyway, trailing behind as you led him upstairs and into an empty bedroom. you were on him the second the door clicked shut, pulling him into another kiss as you pushed his back into the wood. he barely had time to breathe before your tongue was sliding against his again, your hands tugging at his shirt while your leg pressed between his thighs.
a muffled moan escaped him as he rutted against your thigh, already so hard that it made your stomach twist with need. you palmed his chest, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. âcan i?â you asked.
he nodded way too quickly, âyeah- yeah, take it off.â
the second it was up and over his head, he was grinding down again, the friction overwhelming as his clothed cock rubbed along your thigh. it clearly short-circuited his brain because when you leaned in again, he suddenly tensed.
âw-wait, y/nâŠâ he pulled back slightly, âheâs not even here anymore.â
his puzzled look made you snicker at his oblivion. âwhat, were you hoping for an audience?â you teased, watching the way his chest rose and fell. his lips were parted, eyes hazy, body still rocking subtly against your leg.
you cupped his cheek gently, coaxing his gaze back up to yours. âthis stopped being about him the second you kissed me,â you whispered, nudging your knee higher just to watch his breath stutter. âbut we can stop if this is outside of your intentions.â
your finger brushed along his cheek, and you watch as he melts into your touch instantly.
âno! i mean- nah, itâs okay,â he stammered, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face, eyes soft despite how worked up he was. âmore than okay.â
you smiled, resisting the urge to kiss him again. âgo sit on the bed, baby. take off your pants for me.â
you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back, watching as he obeyed almost immediately, settling against the headboard and kicking off his pants along with his calvin klein boxers.
his pretty cock sprung out, thick and flushed, veins leading up to the swollen red tip that brushed his lower stomach. you moved toward the foot of the bed, taking your time as your gaze traced him. âwant you to touch yourself for me, yeah?â
he nodded in compliance, a little breathless, and you smiled as you reached behind to unzip the back of your corset-like top, letting it fall to the floor exposing your perky tits.
content with gojoâs reaction, who eyed you down with his bottom lip caught in his teeth while he gave a light squeeze to his length, you began to slowly slide your skirt down. you made sure to wiggle your hips a bit, adding to the show you were putting on for him. once your skirt was fully discarded, you pulled down the skimpy pair of red laced panties youâd purposely worn for tonight. you hadnât planned for gojo to be the one seeing them, but judging by the looks of it, he was more than happy to be the lucky one.
you walked over to the side of the bed as he followed you with his eyes, watching you climb the bed and sit on his lap, close enough to his cock that he could almost feel the heat radiating from your core. he instinctively bucked his hips up, searching for your touch after he let his hand fall uselessly to his side.
âthat eager already?â you teased.
he swallowed, nodding before mumbling a quiet âyeah.â
your hand wrapped around his cock, using the thick glob of precum gathered at the tip to glide your grip smoothly up and down his shaft. his head fell back immediately, a soft groan spilling from his lips as your hand worked him just right, fingers pressing into his weak spots like youâd already done this with him before.
âr-right th- ahhâ the sound tore from him when your fingers brushed beneath the head of his cock, making it clear he no longer cared who might hearâ if anyone even could.
unable to keep his hands to himself at this point, he brought one down to grip the side of your hip, while the other trailed up to cup your breast. he rubbed the hardened bud, making your hand fasten its pace on his cock.
âwanâ youâ he looked up at you with glossy eyes, never breaking eye contact as he leaned forward to take your nipple into his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around your soft skin.
you sucked air through your teeth at the sensation, bringing your free hand to run your fingers through his snowy hair while you stared in admiration at the state you had him in. so compliant and malleable under you, ready to pleasure you at any moment yet so needy for the bliss of his own. âjust like that, âtoru..â
a combination of your moans and the sound of your hand tugging on his cock filled the room as he progressively began to leak more, a sign that he would come soon. his breaths became arrhythmic while his chest pressed flush against yours, hearing him become more vocal by the second.
as much as youâd like to watch him whine around your tits while he came undone beneath you, your core was aching for his thick cock to fill you up. âuh uh,â you tutted, ripping your hand away from him and chuckling at his protesting mewls, âinside.â you caught his lips in your mouth, slowly using your hand to guide his cock. you hovered above him, allowing your arousal to drip down his shaft.
âride me, y/n, p-pleaseâ he choked out, not needing to say more before you sank down onto him in one smooth motion.
he felt his breath hitch in his throat and limbs turn into jelly as his cock entered your plush walls, growing slightly dizzy at the feel of your immense wetness coating his shaft. despite the cocky reputation he sometimes played into, the truth was he didnât have much experience. between nonstop training and late nights studying, hookups were few and far between. but none of them ever felt like this.
none of them ever felt like you.
the way you so pleasantly sucked his cock into your tight pussy had him already seeing stars, leaving him an incoherent mess of babbles underneath you. all he could think about was how nothing had ever, ever felt this good.
as for you, the stretch his girthy cock had offered you was unreal. the position had his tip brushing your g-spot everytime you bounced on his length. you kept your pace slow and gentle, not wanting gojo to cum before you could do it together. your core already felt hot and tight, a familiar burn curling low in your belly, but at the same time, you wanted to see just how much he could handle.
it didnât take long before he started to unravel.
his hips suddenly snapped upward, catching you off guard and pulling a moan-gasp from your throat. âcant- canât s-stop,â he choked out as he began moving with you instead of beneath you. the sudden change had your hands flying to his shoulders, gripping for balance.
the headboard knocked against the wall in uneven thuds as you tried to steady your voice. âkeep going,â you panted, words breaking apart. âbe a good boy and make me cum.â
that did it.
his thrusts turned frantic, cock dragging deliciously against every sensitive spot inside you. âf-feels sâgood,â he cried, eyes squeezing shut as his control slipped further. âi-i love your pussy⊠love how you feel around me, could do this for hours.â he whimpered, fucked so out of his mind that the only thing he could think of was your cunt and nothing else.
âyeah?â you breathed out, leaning down closer. âgonna make me cum on your cock?â
âf-fuck, mhmm, gonnaââ he threw his head back, sentence dissolving into broken sounds.
you smiled through your moans. âlook at you, baby. canât even form a sentence,â you teased, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze back to yours. âdo your friends know what a whore you are in bed?â
his answer was a sharp cry as you clenched around him. âcum with me,â you whispered.
that was all it took.
his body locked up beneath you as he spilled deep inside, warmth flooding your pussy as your own orgasm crashed over you moments later. slick and cum mixed messily, running down his balls and thighs as you both rode it out, trembling and breathless.
even then, he didnât stop right away.
his hips kept stuttering, cock still nudging into your oversensitive cunt like he couldnât help himself, he needed to feel you just a little longer. it wasnât until you tapped his bicep weakly that he finally snapped out of it, slowing down until he came to a full stop.
you collapsed against him, going limp as his arms immediately wrapped around you. he carefully pulled out, still breathing heavy as the two of you lay there, tangled together and catching your breath. faint aftershocks ran through him, his body still trying to recover from how thoroughly youâd wrecked him.
your fingers traced slow, soothing circles over his skin. âyou okay?â you murmured softly.
he hummed in response, tightening his hold on youâ only to blink when he felt your shoulders shake with quiet giggles.
âwhat?â he smiled, watching you lift up your head to face him.
ânothing,â you leaned down to press a kiss to his rosy-tinted cheeks. âjust didnât expect you to go all pussydrunk on me.â
he laughed softly, still dazed, âguess it takes a special person to unlock that side of me.â
âhow flattering,â you teased, settling back down with your head on his chest, wanting to spend some time with him before the night ended.
you stayed there like that for a while, listening to his heartbeat slow beneath your ear, both of you knowing this definitely wasnât going to be a one-time thing. not even close.
Ë˰âą*đž CONTENT â° mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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Ë˰âą*đž A/N â° wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
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Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. Heâs a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because youâre so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, pawâŠthe way your face lights up as you say âgood boy!â, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels heâs going crazy. Itâs only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. Heâs already called you every day since heâs left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep â but theyâve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you canât wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldnât need to call you to get off. He doesnât, he tells himself.
Except heâs tried everything now. Heâs tried looking at pictures of you, heâs tried watching porn and pretending itâs you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, itâs just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, heâs already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. Heâs essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, itâs like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows heâs done for.
 âHi puppy~â you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, âWhatâre you doing up at this hour?â
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
âF-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnhâ...missed you so muchâŠhahâŠn-needed to hear youâŠâ
 â--Yuuta?â
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
âFuckâŠy-yea? Ahhh I c-canâtâŠfeels so goodâŠf-fuck I love you⊠hahâŠâ
Youâre stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
âFuck⊠Yuuta, Iâ...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?â
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft âmhmâ into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
âShit, mommyâŠI came so muchâŠâ
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
âMy god, puppy. I donât even know what to say.â
âAre you mad?â Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
âOf course not. Just surprised, Iâ...that was so hot.â
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. âNnnhâŠy-your voice is so hotâŠI needed to hear you so bad. W-Was trynaâ cum for so long, couldnât do itâŠb-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldnât even help itâŠnnnhâŠâ
âAww, Yuuta! Youâre so precious.â Yuutaâs pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. âSo cute. puppy jusâ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? Sâ that easy?â
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
âY..yeahâŠhahâŠ.needed itâŠt-tried watching porn, 'nd it didnât even workâŠjus made me sadâŠneed youâŠI miss youâŠâ
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesnât feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
âAwww. Youâre so cute. Iâm glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didnât get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?â
âMâmhmâŠâ Yuutaâs eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. âThings are going as well as they can... But mâtired, yeahâŠâ
âWell Iâm sure youâre doing amazing. Youâre so strong, Yuuta. And youâve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but Iâm so proud of you, baby. Thereâs nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?â
âNghâthank youâŠâ hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. âWish you were hereâŠy-yea, ate dinner earlierâŠmommy IââŠâm touching myself againâŠâ Yuutaâs face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
âYeah?â You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. âItâs been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?â
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. âd-dunnoâŠless, maybeâhahâŠâ
âAwww. Puppy canât even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? Mâtryna talk to you and you canât keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?â
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
âAhh, IâIây-yeah, I.. c-canât help it, IâŠnnnn~â
âWhatâre you, in heat?â you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
âHahâŠmaybeâŠd-dunno... your voiceâŠm-makes me so hard, couldnât stop myself...hahâŠfuck, I l-love youâŠâ
âDid you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?â You decide to tease him more, âOr did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?â
âMâsorrryyy~â Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, âNgh..w-was trying to listen to youâŠjust need you so badâŠmânot a pervâŠâ
âNo? Youâre not?â Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
âMommy pleaseâŠâ
âYouâre telling me you wouldnât be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what Iâm talking about?â
âI-IâŠnnhhâŠâ Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he canât remember your question. âC-canât think, mommy, Iâhaaaah~⊠p-please, pleaseâŠplease.â
âPlease what, puppy?â
âPlease keep talking,â Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
âYeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?â Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. âWant me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good youâre being for me? How well Iâm gonna take care of you next time I see you, how Iâm gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain wonât even be able to process it?â
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. Heâs dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
âYes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah⊠mâso closeâŠâ
âDonât cum yet, puppy. Stop.â
âW-What?â Yuutaâs hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
âI said, donât cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.â
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could justâŠkeep touching, and not tell you.
âI-âŠb-butâŠughâŠsâgonna make a mess..â
âI donât care.â
âBut Iââ
âDo you wanna cum, Yuuta?â
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he canât go through with disobeying you â heâd feel guilty about it the whole night until heâd end up snitching on himself.
âAre you listening to me?â you ask, your voice sharper than before.
ââCourse I am,â Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?â
âIâm not!â You smile innocently against the phone. âYou donât have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bedââ
âNo!â Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. âD-donât hang up. Please. Iâll be good, wanna be good for you. Iâm listeniângnhhh~â Yuutaâs pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. âOh... mommy iâit feels goodâŠâ
âThere you go, puppy. See? Mânot being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesnât use his hands, youâre supposed to hump something. Youâll love it.â
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. âMânot in heat,â he mumbles. Yet, he canât stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
âNo? But it seems like you are, puppy. Youâre so desperate, you canât even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.â
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. âI said mâsorryyy,â he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. âCouldnât help it.â
âBecause youâre in heat? Or because youâre a pervert who canât hear my voice without getting hard?â
âI-Iââ Yuutaâs cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. âNghhâŠhahâŠmânotâŠn-not a pervâŠy-youâre being mean, mommyâŠâ
âAm I?â Yuuta knows the exact look thatâs on your face â youâre pouting at him in false sympathy â and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. âAm I being mean?â
âY-YeahâŠhahâŠs-so meanâŠâ Yuuta pants out.
âAnd is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.â
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. âNoâŠâ
âYeah, thatâs what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesnât matter what Iâm saying, youâll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isnât that right?â
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that heâs clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows heâs not gonna last long.
âAnswer me, puppy.â
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. âg-gonna cum,â he moans.
âOf course you are. Because youâre a pathetic little thing, arenât you?â
âNgghâŠy-yeahâŠmâpatheticâŠhah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-canât stopâŠâ Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
âSay it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.â
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
âIâm pathetic! Iâm your pathetic little puppy. Iâ ahâj-just thinking about you makes me hornyâŠall I can think about right now is f-fucking into youâŠc-canât even listen to you talkâw-withoutânghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~IâI cantâcanât thinkââ
âShhh, sâokay. Relax. Donât need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Donât overwork your pretty little brain.â
âNnghââ Yuutaâs hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as heâs thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. âFuck mommyâahhhhâŠâ
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that heâs been waiting for.
âGoood puppy, thatâs it. Thatâs my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.â
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible âthankyouâs as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like itâs you.
âMommy?â he pants out softly.
âIâm right here, puppy,â You quickly reassure him. âYou doinâ okay?â
âMhmm,â he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that heâs not so pent up anymore. âNot mad at me, right?â
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. âAww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.â
âMmm,â Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, âWas I too mean?â
âNuh-uh. I liked it.â Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. âIâve been so horny for you this whole trip. Canât stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,â he giggles.
âDumb puppy,â you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. âYou know that being horny for your girlfriend doesnât actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.â
âI know,â Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. âI like when you mess with meâŠâ He pauses, before adding, âSometimes. As long as youâre extra nice to me after.â
âOf course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. Youâre such a good boy at heart, arenât you? Always so perfect for me.â
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesnât get tempted to rub himself against it. âStop itttâŠI love you, but youâre gonna make me horny again.â
âAwhh, Iâm sorry, Iâll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.â You pause, before adding, âYou know I donât mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?â
âOf course not,â Yuuta yawns, smiling. âI know Iâm your good boy.â
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âHoney,â SelfSucker!Gojoâs mom pauses her conversation with your mother to call to you from the stove, âwill you go get Toru down here?â
A few minutes ago his mother called for him to come down from his room because dinner would be ready soon but he hasnât, despite shouting that heâd be down soon.
âThat boy is always playing that animal game on his cpu,â she tuts, making your mother chuckle. You think sheâs datedly referring to Digimon, but youâre no expert on things like thatâ not compared to nerdy Satoru anyway.
Every Friday since you were toddlers, you, Satoru, and your mothers eat dinner together while your fathers go off to wherever. They tell their husbands itâs to catch a break every now and then, but itâs really for your mothers to gossip and drink wine all night while the âkids,â you and Satoru, keep each other company. Many, many Friday dinners later, and their house feels like a second home to you.
You pause your movie and stand from the couch, humming a polite affirmation to the request. You know dinner likely wonât be ready anytime soon since both moms always get distracted, but you still heed her call and begin walking up the stairs to relay the message.
You pass pictures hung along the walls as you make your way down the hall, some portraying Satoruâs little family along the years, a few of your mothers, and too many of you and Satoru as children.
Satoruâs door. The âNo boys allowedâ sign that 15 year old Satoru deemed hilarious and profoundly clever still hangs crooked on his door. The idea of a girl other than yourself and his mother ever crossing this threshold voluntarily is a stretch, considering his less than subtle lack of hygiene and messy tendencies.
You donât knock before opening his door since heâs âmore often than notâ slouched over his bright monitor and keyboard with bulky headphones on full blast.
The stuffy, unventilated air of his room fans your face as you swing the door open and begin your automated message, âYour mom wantsââ
You stall immediately, your bored eyes widen drastically when you catch sight of Satoru, whoâs not in his usual spot at his desk.
Heâs immediately and visibly panicked at your sudden presence. His reaction plays in less than half a second: His desperate tongue snaps back into his mouth, retreating from its endeavor at uniting with his sensitive tip. Owlish blue eyes lock on you, fast, as his brows knit together to show off utter embarrassment. You gasp sharply, surprise still stuck on your face, when he falls off of his bed and onto the floor awkwardly.
âY-Youâ knock! You have toâyou have to knock!â Heâs shouting at you as he poorly recovers from his tumble, making sure to shove his sweatpants back up before standing up with a stumble.
His panicked, confrontational voice directed at you makes you feel defensive and just as frenzied.
âSorry! Sorâ I never knockâ I neverâ sorry!â you defensively squawk, yanking the door shut mid yap as if giving him privacy now will do anything.
The sign on his door topples to the ground with the strength behind your swing. Your face burns dangerously hot as you scramble to pick it up and fumble it back onto the hook before racing away from his room.
You almost trip hurrying down the stairs and sink into the couch, seeking solace in a throw blanket you pull up to your nose with your knees to your chest.
âHe coming?â
You almost choke. Your eyes snap away from the tv screen that feels much further away than before, over to Satoruâs mother whoâs looking at you in question, casually.
âW-What?â
She cooly repeats her question, âis Toru coming down?â
âOhâ yeah, heâsâ I think so,â you nod aimlessly before turning back to stare blankly at the tv. You honestly arenât sure if heâs coming down or not, considering.
Satoruâs mother nods and returns her attention to plating dinner with your mother.
A few minutes later, you gulp as you hear muffled footsteps coming down the stairs.
You donât dare to openly glance at him as Satoruâs mom acknowledges his arrival.
âLook who finally decided to bless us with his presence,â you hear her tease him rhetorically, followed by your mother asking Mrs. Gojo what serving utensils she wants to use.
Satoru doesnât say anything as your moms chatter on, but you can assume based on the noise that heâs grabbing some glasses for drinks to help out.
Youâre just so distracted with the movie you absolutely are watching, that you definitely donât notice when Satoruâs heavy gaze focuses in on the side of your head. Thatâs what youâre pretending anyways. You donât even have to look to feel it, but itâs brief, like heâs hoping you donât notice his peek. Itâs half of a second of observation that affirms to him that you are just going to ignore and âforgetâ what you saw.
Dinner is filled with your mothers cackling to each other about some reality romance tv show while you avidly avoid any possible eye contact with Satoru. Thereâs a clear, awkward tension in the air as you sit beside him and poke at your food, but your moms arenât perceptive enough of your dynamic to notice.
You help out after dinner, picking up plates to take to the sink and Satoruâs already making an obvious move to go back upstairs.
âNo, no, no you donât mister,â Mrs Gojo chides, making him pause and slowly turn his head to look at his mother with the lenses of his bulky glasses gleaming, blocking the sight of his eyes. âHelp out and then you two can watch your little movie.â
She says it as though Satoru was just trying to skip cleaning so he can watch a movie with you sooner, when that canât be further from the truth and you both know it. You havenât held up that- movie after dinner- tradition since you were twelve. Satoru grumbles to himself, but inevitably starts helping.
Eventually, one thing leads to another and youâre washing dishes while Satoru dries beside you. Other than the running water, you can distantly hear your motherâs boisterous laughing and loud chatter coming from upstairs in Mrs. Gojoâs room where they drink wine and girl talk every Friday after dinner.
As you wash a plate, you notice the suds are growing less and less. You need more soap. You glance over at the bottle thatâs closer to Satoru than yourself.
âCould youââ
He almost drops the bowl in his hand. âI wasnât doing anythingâ ! I justâ I just had a scratch on my back andâ and I know what it looked like but it wasnât anything weird or something.â Satoru interrupts you, nervously like the defense has been waiting at the tip of his tongue. His hands are shaking where they grip the drying cloth, an incessant squeak can be heard throughout his speech from drying the bowl thatâs already much too dry, frantically.
You pause washing to blink up at him.
âUhââ you clear your throat and point to the bottle, âI was gonna ask if you could hand me the soap.â
A beat of silence. His cheeks are flaming pink and his lanky torso is tight, straighter than his usual slouch.
âOh.â
He awkwardly wraps his long fingers around the bottle and squeezes some soap onto your sponge.
You gulp at the silence and continue washing, eyeing the few dishes you have left.
âIââ you begin, eyes locked onto the sudsy dish, âIâm sorry for justâfor just coming in without knocking. âWhatever you were doing.â
You continue.
âItâs just, I never knock. I just thoughtâ I never knock andâ fuck I donât knowâ sorry.â Youâre not trying to make an excuse but you feel the need to defend yourself after seeing what you did, like itâs your fault.
In the many years youâve known Satoru, it was never a problem when youâd barge into his room without warning. He didnât seem to care, until now. Clearly you lost the silent memo that privacy was necessary now.
He clears his throat and uses an awkward hand to shove his glasses up, instinctively. âI know. I accept your apology, but you donâtâ you donât really need to say sorry. I was just scratching my back anyways.â
You hum a quick, high-pitched affirmation, side eye flicking at him briefly. Right.
You finally finish up. Satoru awkwardly stands in place, watching you dry your hands as if heâs not sure when or how he should make his leave.
You glance at him and speak hesitantly, âWannaâ um, watch a movie?â
Youâre almost expecting socially stunted Satoru to bluntly tell you no and leave. Instead, he nods in one harsh affirmationâ like a soldier formally addressing their colonel.
âSure. Yes. I wanna.â
You huff in amusement when he doesnât make any move to lead in his own house.
His socked feet shuffle behind you until youâre plopping down onto the living room couch.
Satoru throws in the DVD thatâs worn from your past uses without having to ask you what you want to watch as you adjust to get comfortable on the sofa.
Then, he scratches the back of his head lazily as he moves towards the light switches and turns them off so the large TV is the only source of dim light fluttering over the living room. Itâs like heâs on autopilot because when you were young, youâd always beg Satoru to get up and turn the lights off as you watch your movie together so you didnât have to.
The couch dips as he sits beside you, he likely didnât even think twice about it because heâs not leaving too much space between youâ not that you mind.
Youâve practically had this movie memorized by now, and your thoughts drift to more interesting things as it drones on.
You tilt your head towards him and part your lips, just to hesitate and brush it off. You think it was subtle enough to slide past Satoruâs perception but youâre wrong.
Satoru blinks repeatedly, his gaze flickering from you to the screen and back.
âWhat?â
âWhat?â You repeat, feigning ignorance.
âYou were gonna say something,â he points out. Anyone else would get the hint and give up, but not Satoru.
You shrug, âJust thinking, I donât know.â
He angles his body to face you a bit more, his leg bending and the couch adjusts with his weight.
âAbout what?â
You exhale and glance at his obvious focus thatâs alternated completely from the movie, to you. Satoru has seen you go through your aggressive side part phase, the time you got grounded for a month at fifteen and ugly cried while you screamed for an hour, and the entire year you truly believed you were a vampire and would scream in agony any time the sun touched your skin. Heâs seen some shit, and vise versa.
Itâs not too difficult to abandon the movie and turn your body and attention towards him with intent to indulge your curiosities.
âHaveâ,â you glance at the opening of the living room that leads to the stairs where your mothers are and lower your voice a bit, âHave you actually done it before?â
âDone.. what?â He blinks at you, confused.
âYou know,â you murmur shyly, whispering the next part, âsucked your own dick.â
Satoru eyes widen and he freezes. âI- I donâtâ I donâtâwhat are youâ Iâd neverââ
You shove his oddly sturdy shoulder and your cheeks warm. âCome on, Satoru. I saw you.â
His hands protectively slap over his flustered face, glasses and all like itâs his last defensive measure. Heâs murmuring to himself, but it comes out as muffled noises. You wouldnât be surprised if he was calling you stupid defensively.
âHey.â You poke his hand but he doesnât budge.
You huff, slightly amused, and after a beat of stillness, you gently pry two of his fingers away until it uncovers an eye.
âLook, Iâm not judging you, okay?â you explain, and then shrug, âIâm just curious. Itâs not like Iâll tell anyone.â
His adams apple bobs. He slowly places his long hands into his lap.
âCuriousâ umâ about what, exactly?â His white lashes flutter as his eyes travel from his fidgeting hands to your face.
You chew on your bottom lip as your eyes flick to the side, thinking briefly.
âHave you ever succeeded?â You question eagerly and in a hushed tone.
âLikeâ it looked like,â you clear your throat, âyou couldnât reach.â
He glances over his shoulder at the entryway to the stairs to confirm youâre alone before pushing his glasses up.
âYou wonât tell anyone?â
You shake your head and pull his hand up to force his long pinky to curl around yours. He can already tell youâre trying to pinky swear the way you used to when you were kids, with kisses.
âSwear,â you say definitively before twisting your interlocked hands until his fist is in front of you. You press your soft lips against it. He stops breathing.
Satoruâs in shock until you gesture dramatically for him to hurry, snapping him out of it enough to awkwardly press his puckered lips to your hand.
You smile into his fist at the sight of your locked-in promise, noses close to brushing, and pull your hand away.
You adjust in your seat enthusiastically, scooting closer to him until your knees are brushing his as you both sit with criss crossed legs.
âNow spill.â
He nods with a swallow, scratching the side of his head.
âIt reaches,â he confirms with pink tinting his cheeks, ânot all the way, butâ enough.â
You inhale deeply while blinking, amusement and intrigue sitting on your chest as you process.
âLike yourâ uhâ tip goes in?â
His eyes flick to the left briefly. âJust about.â
âWoah,â you exhale, âyouâre flexable.â
He shrugs, âI think itâs because Iâm soâ long?â
Your brows raise and your eyes canât help but trail languidly down to his lap.
He immediately shakes his head. âNo, no, no I meant my bodyâ my back, my stomach. Not my penis.â
âOh.â You press your lips together to poorly hide your amusement and his face drops into a deeper red.
âWeâre missing the movieââ
âSo you suck on the tip or lick it?â You interrupt him curiously as if he didnât even say anything.
âUhâ sucking hurts my neck so only for half a second,â he rubs the back of his neck, âsoâ so mostly licking.â
âDoes it actually feel good?â Youâre analyzing his every facial expression, intrigue hiding a splash of arousal. Every question feels more extensive than the last, and his heart is thrashing.
Satoru abruptly drops his face into the head rest cushion beside him and groans into it. His system is going into overdrive.
You huff a laugh. Youâre not used to seeing him in this position, genuinely embarrassed having been caught in such a vulnerable state. Satoru is usually mean before heâs ever embarrassed or shy.
âIâm waiting,â you prod in a sing song voice and he slightly whines before sitting back upâ slouchingâ but still.
âDo I have to answer that?â Despite his glasses, you can tell his gaze is down and off to the side.
âAbsolutely.â You nod definitively with a proud tight- lipped smile, as if what you say, goes. Suddenly, he feels like his younger self being bossed around by you everywhere you two went.
âI donât want to,â he mutters stubbornly under his breath.
âCome on,â you whine annoyingly, pushing even closer to him until your knees are slightly overlapping his shins, âI wanna know. Itâs just me.â
âYeah, itâs just you. And youâre a girl.â
You squint at him and lean back a bit. âWhat does that mean?â
âThat this feelsâ wrongâ weirdâI donât want to be talking to you about this,â he mumbles with a hint of irritation.
âJust because I donât have a dick, doesnât meanââ
He shakes his head, immediately and cuts you off with an authoritative ânuh uh,â and you let out an amused scoff.
âWhat?â You urge him to explain, curiously. âCome on, why is it any different with me?â
âBecause youâre hot. Seriously?â He grumbles and rolls his eyes at you. âAnd you saw me trying to suck on my own penis and your face when you walked inââ he ends the sentence with a groan, face falling right into his hands.
Honestly, you already thought he was a little weird before you caught him self sucking, but youâd never admit that and potentially hurt the smelly, awkward boy for no reason. You certainly didnât know he cared what you thought of him, considering heâs usually unapologetically himself. Apparently, he does care what his childhood friend thinks.
âWe all do weird things sometimes, that doesnât make you weird.â
He shakes his head, face still shoved into his hands. âNot you.â
You huff through your nose, âI didnât know you had so many opinions about me, Satoru.â
âI donât. Itâs a logical analysis from a scientific perspective. I have eyes.â His tone is more nasally than normal due to his face in his palms.
âYou donât know what I do when Iâm alone. Me being weird or not is irrelevant,â you say looking down at his fluffy head thatâs a bit greasy, âI get horny too.â
In a split second, his head shootâs up desperately, almost knocking the back of it into your face on the way.
You donât think youâve ever seen Satoru sit up so straight in his life. Youâre forced to look up at him now, reminding you of how tall he really is. His glasses were left behind when he jolted up, and you can suddenly see the full intensity of his wide crystal blue eyes piercing into you with full focus.
You slightly adjust in your seat, borderline uncomfortable under that sharp gaze thatâs roaming your entire persona as if heâs a computer collecting every piece of data in your soul at a high speed. Those eyes used to scare you straight out of bed with a scream when you were small and having little sleepovers with himâ they still give you chills.
âYou do?â
You cower a bit, not expecting such a reaction to what you thought was an obvious fact. âUmâ yeah? Of course I do,â you murmur, brows furrowing.
He swallows and slides a pillow into his lap, gripping it.
You glance down at it. You blink at it. You glance back up at him.
âDid that make you hard..?â you slowly ask, voicing the obvious in hesitancy.
âA little.â
âOkay,â you pause, âwhy?â
He pushes up his glasses. âBecause I thought about your vagina being wet. And then I started speculating about what your vagina looks like. And then how it tastes, because onlineââ
âSatoru,â you quickly interrupt him, flustered, pushing a palm to his lips, âshut up.â
He blinks and nods, making you take your hand off of his lips hesitantly. He reaches under the pillow and, you assume, adjusts his boner.
âOkay,â you change the subject, shaking your head of the imaginary vision of his hardening cock, âWeâre getting off track. Donât avoid the question.â
He rubs an eye, like itâs sore from having been using his glasses for so long before they fell off.
âIt feels good enough,â he mumbles, spine already returning to his natural slouch, âbut I have to kindaâ likeâ focus.â
âOn what?â
âOn anything but the fact that Iâm sucking dick, what do you think?â
You accidentally let a snort pass, and he sighs deeply to himself.
âSorry sorry,â you shake your head, holding back a laugh.
âAre you done yet?â He murmurs in a whiny tone, eager to stop answering questions.
âHas it ever made you cum? And do you likeâ bust in your mouth? Or all over your face?â
Satoru suddenly bursts into a coughing fit, choking on his own spit and your brows furrow in concern.
âYou okay?â
He nods as he coughs, brushing off your concern as you rub his back soothingly and briefly. He gasps for air as the fit calms.
âIâm fine,â he massages his throat and glances back at the opening to the stairs, âwhy do you want to know that?â
âIâm curious.â You shrug, although youâre ignoring the subtle throb in your clit.
âCurious about my cum.â He says it like itâs more of a statement than a question.
âWhat? No,â you defend yourself quickly, âNo, I meanâ kinda butâ No, stop it. Donât twist my words.â
Now, he snickers, wiping his nose against his sleeve.
âShut up,â you shake your head with a small smile, pushing his shoulder. âAnswer, freak.â
He chews on the inside of his cheek, âItâs not like I mean to cum on my face. It just happens.â
You canât help but drop your jaw in astonishment, unable to ignore the tingle in your lower abdomen.
He whines, âstop,â as he grabs your jaw with warm, shaky fingers and manually closes your mouth.
You gulp, subconsciously grabbing a few of his fingers from your face and pulling them down to your lap to hold onto like you need it to ground you. Youâre not holding his hand, youâre more so awkwardly grabbing parts of it. Satoru glances at the connection, but you donât seem to notice that youâre even holding it because youâre so focused on his words.
âSo youâve,â you blink rapidly, âtasted your own cum?â
He chews off a chunk of his inner lip and grumbles under his breath, âYeah, I wish I didnâtâ tastes nasty.â
âLike what?â
âYou know whaââ Satoru almost slipped and confessed that youâve tasted his cum before. On that fucking strawberry donut. You tilt your head at him, wondering why he stopped talking.
He clears his throat. âSkip.â
You blink. âSkip?â
He nods, definitively. âSkip.â
You squint at him for a beat, he doesnât budge. You move on.
âOkay, How many times have you done it?â
He exhales in thought and shrugs. He holds up two fingers.
âWhy did you do it in the first place? Like what was going through your mind?â
âUhâ That my hand doesnât feel that good anymore.â He scratches his chest with the hand youâre not keeping prisoner in your lap.
You hum a short confirmation, huffing at his reasoning, and adjust his hand so itâs palm up. You silently ponder as you begin to trace his skin absently, the lines and ridges. Goosebumps race up his veiny, pale arm.
âYou know, when a guy gets tired of their hand,â you smile in amusement, âI donât think their first thought is their own mouth.â
He shakes his head. âEvery guy has done it or tried to do it at least once,â he defends, âand if they say they havenât, theyâre lying.â
You giggle and he canât help but breathe a little laugh with you.
âStill, why not just ask a girl out from class or something?â You continue to trace down his long fingers.
He snorts loudly and wipes his nose against his sleeve again. âYeah, right.â
You glance up at him with furrowed brows, âHuh? Iâm serious. Why not?â
He sniffs and shrugs, âI dunno. Whenever Iâm around, they just..â he trails off.
You blink. âThey just what?â
He looks down at your fingers trialing his palm. âGo away from wherever I am.â He doesnât seem bothered, just stating facts.
You hum, tongue prodding your teeth in thought for a beat. You imagine it has something to do with his smell, his unkempt appearance, and honest-to-a-fault demeanorâ heâs unapproachable. Even youâre guilty of this too, and you know it.
He continues in the face of your silence. âIâm not stupid, okay? I can tell girls donât like me, I justâ I donât know why.â
An opportunity arises.
âMaybe,â you place his hand back down and coincidentally into your lap. He tries not to react to the fact that his palm happened to land on top of your clothed, warm inner thigh, âMaybe, I could help you with thatâ I mean, if you want.â
He blinks at you. âHelp me withâ help me with girls?â
You shrug. âYeah, why not. Girls.â
Heâs silent for once with his eyes trained down to your lap, and you tilt your head at his hesitancy.
âIf youâre so desperate that you literally shove your own dick in your throat then what do u have to lose, huh?â Youâre teasing him, clearly getting off on this new advancement in your âfriendship.â His face jolts into the human embodiment of an exclamation point.
He explodes, âIt doesnât even reach my throat, stupidâ I donât shove anything down my throat. I knew I shouldnât have told you!â
You canât hold back the laughter that bursts out of you before he even finishes speaking. You clasp your hand over your mouth but it continues to spill out. Satoru refuses to take his hand off of your inner thigh, even despite the embarrassing topic of conversation, because game is game, but he does use the other to cover his one of his hot ears because he just knows theyâre probably the deepest shade of red.
âHow exactly are you going to help me?â
Just as Satoru grumbles the question, both of your fathers waltz in. âHey kids.â
Satoru jumps in place like heâs been caught, ripping his hand away from your thigh so dramatically that it makes each of your fatherâs brows quirk. You hadnât even heard them open the front door.
You hide an amused smile at Satoruâs reaction and rise to your feet.
âYou ready to go?â Your father asks, and you nod as Satoruâs father ruffles his sonâs hair briefly in greetings. Though you just live next door, you still like to walk back with your dad.
As your father walks over to the front door, knowing your mother will likely stay longer, Satoruâs father walks upstairs to greet his wife. You bend down to whisper into Satoruâs ear.
âIâll come over next Friday when my classes end.â You flick his forehead with a teasing grin and he rubs the injury with a grimace as you walk away. âBye!â you shout just before his front door slams shut behind you.
Friday. 3:05 pm.
You let yourself into the Gojo front door with the key copy you received years ago.
Mrs. Gojo chirps, âOh hi honey! Toru and the others are upstairs,â as you pass her to get to the stairs.
You pause at the bottom of the stairs and blink at her. âOthers?â
She hums and nods her head with a smile before continuing to sort through her documents at the kitchen table.
You curiously climb the stairs and the closer you get to Satoruâs door, the sounds under it grow louder. Definitely more voices than just Satoruâs, as well as the loud music of a video game playing.
You stop yourself before you just barge in, again, and choose to knock instead.
Satoruâs voice answers your knock. âWe donât need anymore snacks, mom! We have chips andââ
You push open the door and the sight of you, instead of his mother, makes him shut his mouth.
Satoru and two other fellow college boys sit on the carpeted floor, facing his flatscreen hanging on the wall, playing some kind of mortal kombat style game with their sides to you. Bags of chips, drinks, video game cd cases, and controllers litter the floor around them.
Satoru is the only one looking at you while the other boys mash their controllers with focus on the game as their characters fight against one another.
Satoru pushes his glasses up instinctively as he says your name, even though theyâre already pressing deeply against his face. âWhat are you doing here?â
Your name in Satoruâs mouth makes the boys turn their heads to look at you. Their jaws drop at the sight of a girl.
You give the- blunt as ever- Satoru a look and sigh. âI told you last Friday that Iâd be coming over next Friday. Itâs next Friday.â
âOh yeah,â he scratches the back of his head. âOkay, come in then.â
You step inside before closing the door behind you.
âYou gonna introduce me or what?â you ask as you drop your bag onto the floor and sit. Theyâre in a half circle; Satoru faces you while the other two are half turned towards you and half on the tv.
âYeahâ okay,â he says awkwardly. He gestures at the long, jet black haired one sporting a very uncoordinated, greasy bun on his head. âThis is Suguru.â
Suguru peeks at you while continuing to expertly mash buttons on the controller. âHi,â he says in a tone that seems naturally soft.
Satoru gestures at the blonde one with a long side part covering half of his face next. âThatâs Kento.â
Kento looks at you and stops playing to raise his hand briefly in greetings.
You give them a polite smile. âNice to meet you.â
They both seem a bit geeky, exactly the type you expected Satoru to be friends with. They probably met playing an online game or something. Thereâs a very specific musky smell in this room.
âSo,â Suguru begins teasingly as he concentrates on the game, âshe your girlfriend, Gojo?â
Kento scoffs lowly at the idea.
âNope,â Satoru says freely, throwing a chip into his mouth to rudely chew while he speaks, âsheâs lived next door since we were like two and our moms are friends.â
âHave you guys kissed?â Suguru easily questions before taking a sip of his soda while his other hand continues to operate his controller.
âNo way in hell,â Kento answers the question meant for Satoru in a matter of fact way, âGojo kissing a girl like that is ridiculous.â Kento glances at you briefly.
Your brows raise and you huff to yourself. You almost expected them to be shy and quiet but theyâre talking about you like youâre not right in front of them. You can tell they donât have bad intentions, theyâre just a bit socially unorthodox.
âActually,â you butt in casually, reaching over to snatch a chip from the bag in front of Satoru, âwe kissed when we were six.â
Suguru and Kento âooâ simultaneously without taking focus from their game, slightly monotoned and unfazed.
âHey, youâre a girl,â Suguru murmurs, âWhat's it like being able to see boobs any time you want? Does it ever get old?â
The chip making its way into Satoruâs mouth delays and falls to the floor as his eyes lock on you.
âYou canât just ask a girl about her boobs five seconds after meeting her.â Kentoâs tone is judgmental but you can tell heâs just as curious if youâll answer as the others are, just better at hiding it.
You take a deep breath. âItâs okay. Ummâ the boring answer is Iâm pretty used to them, theyâre just part of my body. But, I wonât deny that half the time I pass a mirror in my house I lift my shirt and look at them. I think every girl does.â
âReally? You flash yourself?â Satoru questions, flabbergasted at this information. The other boys completely desert their controllers and tilt their bodies to face you with criss crossed legs and a matching ring of Cheeto-type dust around their mouths.
You shrug.
âWhatâs it like seeing a dick all the time?â you counter and pop a chip into your mouth.
âGross, probably.â Suguru says, making you chuckle.
All of their eyes comically trail down to your chest at the same timeâ as if you canât literally see them do it.
âYouâre so lucky,â Satoru murmurs.
âDo youââ Kento clears his throat, ânevermind.â
Suguruâs mouth opens and closes, like heâs hesitating to say something.
You sigh. âGet it over with. Come on.â
Satoru blinks up at you, finally breaking his eye contact with your tits. âWhat?â
âAsk your questions, itâs fine. Hurry up.â
Their eyes light up like dominos.
âWe canât justââ Kento begins, as the voice of reason, but is cut off by Suguru who doesnât give a fuck.
âDo your nipples get hard when youâre horny?â Suguru asks eagerly, not wasting a moment.
âThey usually just react to cold temperatures, but sometimes when I get a tingle or something, they get hard, sure.â
Satoruâs mouth hangs open, mouth-breathing. Kento gulps and Suguru breathes out a âsick.â
âDoesâ umâ does it feel good when they get sucked on?â Kento timidly asks, a pink tint to his cheeks. He keeps his head tilted down a bit, a shy habit, but heâs still staring at your chest with the eye thatâs not covered by his bang.
You canât help but slightly grin in amusement. âDepends on the girl and her sensitivity. But yeah, Iâd say it does. Itâs kind of comforting.â
You wouldnât be surprised if they were to drool. There are obvious tents in each of their pants.
Youâre playing the âbored, pretty girl casually answering horny, ridiculous questions like an angelâ part well but your abdomen tingles seeing Satoru use a long, veiny hand to pull at the uncomfortably tight fabric over his hard cock to adjust.
âDo you ever,â the skin between Satoruâs brows slightly pinch and his eyes flick up at you while his friends ogle your breasts, âplay with them?â
âJesus,â you snicker with amusement and tease, âyou guys are so horny.â
âYeah, do you pinch your nipples or flick them?â Suguru adds on to Satoruâs inquiry, as if he didnât even hear your remark.
âIs it possible to suck on your own nipples?â Kentoâs question follows Suguruâs quickly. Their eyes are practically swirling and you swear you can see their heads spinning.
It doesnât end there. They donât even wait for an answer between slurred questions. Youâve had to have already missed more than ten of them. You canât help but tune it out eventually, lidded eyes blinking at the ceiling as they ask every diabolical thing you could think of back to back without leaving room for a reply.
You sigh.
In one fell swoop, you yank your shirt up to your collarbones, successfully shutting them up.
Their eyes turn into large, bulging hearts that boing like a spring and their tongues roll out onto the floor while steam comes from the top of their heads.
Things like, âholy shit,â âoh fuck,â and even, âholy bazingas,â bounce through the air as your bare tits glow within their perspective.
âNo more questions,â you decide, making all of them nod eagerly. Theyâd probably agree to anything you say right now.
âWoah. Theyâre soâ theyâre so beautiful,â Satoru whines, glasses wildly crooked on his face as they all subconsciously start crawling towards you.
âI think Iâm dying,â Kento breathes before slurping a bit of drool that threatened to escape his lips. âIs this heaven?â
âMy mouth is so empty,â Suguru groans, licking and smacking his lips.
Thankfully, they stop crawling when theyâre close enough to get a better look but not so close that you can feel their breath on your skin. Itâs not hard to conclude that this is the first time theyâre seeing tits in real life.
Your lips press together as you hold back a laugh, but when your eyes meet Satoruâs face, your expression falters. He looks wrecked, pinched brows, cheeks and ears a deep red, messy glasses, wet swollen lips, and glazed eyesâ he looks sexy. Youâre apparently finding out many interesting things about yourself, ever since you saw him in armadillo mode.
âOkay, shows over.â You lower your shirt, and their heads comically tilt lower and lower until the material is covering your entire torso once again and the sides of their faces are smooshed on the floor.
Just then, a knock at Satoruâs door comes, followed by his mother asking if you guys want more snacks.
She opens the door and the two boys hop up to their feet, scrambling.
âIâ I gotta go home,â Kento says frantically before grabbing his bag and placing it over his crotch. âIt was really nice to meet you. Thank youâ umâ forâ yeah. Okay bye,â he stutters to you on his way out.
âOh yeah, me too. My mom is expecting me for dinner.â Suguru nods quickly and scrambles to follow Kento out, pulling the hem of his baggy shirt down until it covers his boner. âThanksâ youâre coolâ yeah thank you,â he says to you on his way.
Satoruâs mom looks a bit confused with a plate of apples in hand as she let them pass her to leave. âOkay, bye boys! Be safe driving home!â she shouts after them.
The front door slams behind them and she turns to you. âYou want some apples, honey?â
âOh, sure. Thanks, Mrs. Gojo,â you say politely and she smiles as she places the plate down on Satoruâs desk.
She brushes her hands together and rests them onto her hips as she stands in the doorway. âI have to say, itâs so nice to see you two together again. Just shout if you need me.â
âOkay, thanks.â Satoru has always been polite to his mother.
âOf course.â She smiles at her son before leaving, shutting the door behind herself.
You take a beat to look around his room as Satoru fixes his crooked glasses with a balled up blanket in his lap he must have grabbed when his friends were leaving. Action figures, comics, video games, the usual. It looks eerily similar to when you used to hangout with him everyday after school when you were younger.
You glance at him, you canât see his eyes clearly from this angle due to a gleam on his lenses.
âAre you thinking about how badly you want me to go so you can put your dick in your mouth again?â
âWow, that was fast,â he says bluntly and flicks something in the carpet absentmindedly, âI thought for sure itâd take a full sixty seconds before you made the first penis joke.â
âWas debating between that and a Whereâs Waldo one. Sorry, Iâll be quicker next time.â
âOh thank god,â he sarcastically says.
You obnoxiously lay back on his carpet, eyeing the ceiling as if thereâs something interesting up there.
âI didnât think youâd actually come,â he sniffles loudly, telling the whole room that he has mucus. You sit up just as quickly as you laid down.
âYeah, well,â you sigh deeply and lean back on your palms, âcouldnât abandon a friend in need, could I?â
He deadpans at you. âAnd.. why am I in need again?â
âWahhâ Iâm horny and girls hate me,â you mock his deep, blunt tone as you bring your fists to your eyes to dramatically act like youâre crying, âI have to fuck my own face to cum because my hand sucksâ wahh.â
Satoru is not amused. âSo, you came here to flash my friends and bully me.â
He pushes up his glasses. âI see your point. Iâve come to the conclusion that I can agree that what you did was very generous. Carry on.â
âOh, good.â Your sarcasm is laced with amusement. âAnyways, back to what I was saying.â
You lean over and pop another chip into your mouth.
âIâll let you fuck me.â
For a second, all that can be heard is the muffled munch of the snack in your mouth and the background music from the abandoned video game.
âWhat?â Satoru enunciates each letter in the word drastically. âWhatâ What did you just say?â
âOh sorry, when two people love each other very muchââ
âShut up,â Satoru interrupts your obvious teasing by throwing one of his plushies at you.
You catch it with a laugh and hold it in your lap like youâd asked him for it in the first place.
âAre you being serious?â He questions you hesitantly, aware of how poorly he is at speaking with and understanding women.
âMhm,â you affirm, casually with a nod.
His brows furrow and he almost looks around his own room for cameras like he must be getting punked right now.
Slowly he asks, âWhy?â
You chew on your lower lip as you hum in thought, eyes trailing the ceiling, briefly.
You land on, âI want to help you.â
He looks at you with skeptical, squinted eyes.
You sigh.
âLook,â you regard him genuinely, âall jokes aside, when I saw you doing what you were doing, and then when you were telling me why you do it in the first place, I just felt like, I donât know, I wanted to help you.â
âSo, Iâm a charity case?â He questions insinuatingly, making you sigh in slight frustration with yourself for not expressing your feelings correctly.
âNo. Itâs more likeââ you chew on your lip as you gather your thoughts, âI wanna be useful to you. Remember when we were younger and my ice cream fell on the floor because that annoying kid kept pinching me and you gave me yours? And then when I asked you why, you said that you have to take care of the people you love?â
Satoruâs eyes bulge and his lips part. âYouâre in love with me?â
You deadpan at him. âReally? Thats what you got from that?â
âYou literally just said you love me and thatâs why you want to let me have intercourse with you,â he passionately defends his conclusion, like heâs trying to show you logic.
âOh my god youâre gonna make me say it,â you sigh to yourself, âFine. Of course I love you Satoru, Iâve loved you since I was like five. Iâm not confessing my love for you, okay? Itâs like a childhood friend love, likeââ
Satoru interrupts you quickly with a long pointed, accusing finger. âDonât you dare say family after you just said you want me to put my penis in you.â
You rub your eyes briefly in frustration with your pointer finger and thumb. âMy point is, I care about you and I donât want you to suffer with a hard dick. I have your solution between my legs, so, here.â
âNo,â Satoru immediately denies, âIntercourse is a two person activity where both parties have a desire for it. I donât want you to just give me your vagina to use like a fricken fleshlight because you feel bad for me.â âNo matter how much he might want to.
Your brows raise and your speak slowly. âYouâre worried that I donât want it?â
âObviously?â He looks at you like youâre stupid.
âSatoru, thereâs a reason Iâm not just offering you a handjob,â you huff and shake your head, amused that heâs worried about you, âI want it.â
âYou do?â He asks you like youâre crazy and not even aware of what youâre saying, loudly and enunciated dramatically.
âI do,â You confirm, definitively.
âLike, youâre attracted to me?â
You squint at his overall appearance for a beat and then crawl up to him until your nose is brushing his sweaty neck, making him jerk back hesitantly, but ultimately allowing you to get way too close.
âWhat are youââ
You take a big sniff of his skin and he shuts his mouth with an alarmed expression. You take a few more inhales of different patches of skin on his neck and then sit back down, criss crossing your legs in front of him with your knees overlapping his shins like last Friday.
âYeah,â you nod absolutely, as if youâre speaking to yourself, eagerly, âI definitely want you inside of me.â What you arenât saying is that his musky smell, the one you usually avoid getting a whiff of, is now triggering a primal response within your reproductive system.
âHoly shit,â he breathes under his breath, chills racing down his spine. âYou want me inside of you.â
âAre you attracted to me, Satoru?â You repeat his question back at him, a little smile and tilt to your head.
âUm,â he picks up your hand, âdo you want to feel it?â
He tosses the blanket in his lap to the side, exposing his hard on.
âYour dick?â
âMy attraction for you,â he corrects.
You nod.
He lays your palm flat on his warm, beating chest, making your brows raise in surprise.
His heart is thumping at a steady pace, a little fast, but itâs to be expected with you so close to him.
âThis is,â you blink, âyour heart.â
He nods. His heart picks up pace and you can feel the rise and fall of his breath.
âThe blood that itâs circulating,â he uses a large hand to guide yours on a slow journey down his hard chest, âis reacting to the ventral tegmental area of my brain.â
Your eyes are locked onto his hand on top of yours, silently gasping when it reaches his tent. You donât miss the deep ridges of yummy abs on the way down either.
âAnd it sends that blood,â he lets out a barely noticeable grunt, âguh,â under his breath when your hand caresses his bulge, âhere.â
My attraction for you starts within my heart.
You canât help but let out a sharp breath, an airy, amused scoff, despite the little tingle in your own heart. âOh, wow, youâre good. I underestimated you, you little geek.â
He doesnât answer you, just gives you proud twitch at the corner of his lips. Heâs breathing heavy, hazy eyes already lidded in pleasure, simply due to your warm hand on his clothed cock.
âYouâre so hard,â you breathe as you gently squeeze around the stiff base, making him grip the carpet beside him, âYou already thinking about how itâll feel to be inside me?â
He groans, tossing his head back. âOf course I am. Can we do it now?â He looks at you with impatience and then down at your lap, âAre you lubricated?â
You grin at him, âAm I lubricated?â
âYeah, itâs a word in the dictionary, stupid.â His grumble is a little too breathy to be cruel. The insult makes you nostalgic, it was practically your assigned nickname when you were kids.
âMaybe you should try Urban Dictionary,â you tease, hand still resting casually on his bulge like its normal, âbecause wet is what us regular earthlings use.â
âOkay,â he speaks bluntly, âAre you wet?â
You shrug. âI might be.â
He squints at you. âWhat do you mean might? You have to be properly prepared before we can do this.â
âYou know what? Yeah, youâre right. And now that you mention it,â you say like a performance, âI know exactly what will âproperly prepareâ me.â
âOkay,â he says expectantly and slightly suspicious, âWhat?â
Satoru almost throws a fit when you take your hand away from his cock and lean back on your hands.
âI want you to self suck again and I want to watch.â
You must have learned that phrase online in the time youâve been apart since last Friday, but thatâs not why his face scrunches up in judgmental confusion.
âWhat? No fucking way,â he immediately denies passionately, âAre you serious?â
âI barely got to see it before,â you whine, leaning towards him with your hands up in prayer and an exaggerated pout on your face, âPlease?â
âThatâs whatâs gonna make you wet?â Heâs in disbelief.
You shrug, dropping your hands. âSomething about it is hot. Donât judge, self sucker.â
Is this what girls are into?
âYou think putting my own penis in my mouth is hot?â he asks you judgmentally, overly enunciating as to get his point across, âWhy??â
You sigh, glancing up at the ceiling in thought.
âI donât know. Something about the desperation you have to feel to do something like that,â you bite your lip and flick your gaze down at his bulging tent, âLike youâd do anything to feel the pleasure of a blowjob.â
Oh. Okay, no. Itâs just you thatâs this weird.
âI donât even know what to say right nââ he cuts his own astonished remark off, âYouâre a freak, you know that? Like youâre weird.â
You huff and shove his shoulder. âYouâre the dick sucker.â
âGetting off on watching it is worse,â he shakes his head at you, but heâs unable to hold back a flicker of a smile.
âOh câmon,â you tilt your head at him, âseeing you feel good makes me horny, doesnât that do anything to you?â
He knows you know the answer to that, if his cock jumping at your words says anything.
âThen why canât it be in your mouth and not mine?â He grumbles, trying to avoid your powerful stareâ the one where you make your eyes all big and gleamy; youâve been manipulating him with that look since you were young.
You light up seeing his resistance breaking down by the second, your words coming out quicker now.
âYou donât have to do it for a long time, I just wanna see you actually lick the tip,â you gush, as if begging at a fast pace will make him more likely to agree.
He rubs his nose against his sleeve and glances at the closed door with a sigh. âOkay.â
âYes,â you say to yourself in victory as you thrust your elbow downward with your hand in a fist. Satoru deadpans.
You stare at him expectantly with a smiling bite to your lower lip.
Satoru sniffs and nudges your knee thatâs on top of his leg. âYou have to back up a little.â
âOh,â you chirp, scooting back a tad so that your knees arenât touching.
Satoruâs awkwardly maneuvers his lanky body to lie on his back, and youâre facing his side. You stop him.
âWait, you have to actually walk me through how youâre doing this.â
He turns his head to blink at you. âYouâre such a freak. How do I know youâre not just messing with me and Iâm doing this for nothing? Iâm notââ
You sigh, sharply, and with determination, you lean down and shove your face onto his.
Your lips connect abruptly, and Satoru gasps as his hands twitch, mid air. A peck. Your lips stick together as they part, making a âchuâ sound before you begin to lay multiple dense pecks onto his. Heâs fighting to return the kisses with panicked hums, not understanding why youâre doing it but too enthralled to care.
You finish it off with one long, pressurized kiss, even shaking your head back and forth a few times to really imprint the feeling onto his nerves before pulling away just enough.
âYou kissed me,â Satoru breathes, clearly trying to process what just happened. He doesnât get far though, because you start laying wet, open mouthed kisses onto his jaw and down to his neck where you start suckling on it. Satoruâs making all kinds of hisses and gasps. His desperate hips jerk into the air instinctively in one harsh movement.
You slide your lips off after one final self indulgent lick to his protruding Adamâs apple and heâs exhaling audibly in euphoria.
âItâs not for nothing. Please show me how you do it,â you beg him in a soft tone, brows pinched. You nudge your nose into his like a cat yearning to bond, and he just melts.
He nods and lets out a shaky âokayâ as you lean back to watch with an excited smile.
He gently takes his glasses off and folds them, eyes blinking and squinting to adjust briefly.
âWhy are you taking your glasses off?â
He glances at you as he places them aside. âI donât want to get them dirty,â he explains and clears his throat.
You lick your lips and nod, enjoying the topic of conversation too much.
âItâs kinda hard to,â he grunts as he kicks off of the ground with one leg to push both over his head, âdo this part.â
Youâre sort of astonished at how heâs able to put such a long body into this position.
âUhâ Iâm gonna take my penis out now,â he glances at you awkwardly but you just nod encouragingly.
He pulls his sweatpants down enough to let his cock hang out and keep his balls and ass within the confines of the material. He places his focus on the act itself so he doesnât psyche himself out of this ridiculous situation. His true eyes are on the prize, heâd do anything to fuck your pussy.
Seeing his cock this close up is a whole nother experience compared to the panic of barging into his room and happening upon it. Itâs a light pink color, and itâs quite lengthy as it bobs over his face. It gets thicker towards the middle and up to the tip, sort of flaredâ as if itâs begging to be encased inside something. It feels as though itâs already anticipating his warm mouth.
âJustâ just a lick, right?â He asks you, face a deeper pink than his dick is.
You hum an eager confirmation and he sighs to himself in slight preparation.
He uses two hands to nudge at his back and his tip slowly reaches down to brush his lips.
He drops his jaw and hesitates to let his tongue out. But ultimately, he slowly slides it out and you can see the muscles in his tongue twitch as he gives the top side of his tip a nice, wet lapâ incidentally collecting a small dribble of pre.
âDid that feel good?â You quickly question, biting your lower lip with observant eyes.
He swallows. âA little. Can I stop now?â
âDoes sucking feel better?â You ask instead, and he releases the pressure heâs pushing into his back just a bit so he can answer you more comfortably.
âI guess, but not really, I can tell itâs my own mouth.â
âI have an idea,â you scooch in closer, âtry sucking.â
Despite this being kind of lame compared to the idea of you stimulating him instead or the promise of sex, itâs clearly entertaining you so he pushes into his straining spine again until his desperate tip greets his mouth again. Satoru has stuck his dick inside of crazier things in weirder situations just to get off, this is nothing.
He opens his mouth wide enough to allow his cock inside and sucks his lips closed around half of the tip. His white lashes softly flutter shut at the dull tingle growing through his dick.
His eyes shoot right back open when he feels a long, warm, wet sensation run across his mid shaft. You start licking at his reactive cock like an eager kitten, making that dull tingle erupt into much more as bitter pre oozes into his mouth in reaction. His wide eyes roll in pleasure once he realizes you arenât stopping and he uses his tongue to suck a little better at his cock head, unable to resist the need for more stimulation.
When your tongue starts wetly tracing the edge of his tip where it enters his mouth, even licking at his lips a little, he can feel his balls tighten up. He thinks he can handle it, hold back his orgasm, but then you latch onto the side of his upper dick and suckle.
He doesnât want to cum in his own mouth so he eases the tension his hands are putting on his back to let the tip slide out but not enough to pull his legs back and lay flat because he doesnât want to lose the pleasure your mouth is giving him. âWaitâ hng!â Iâm gonna cum!â
You hum happily and, faster than he can blink, your warm mouth is enveloping his entire throbbing tip. His abs clench and his eyebrows shoot up with tension, moaning loudly with parted lips as you slide your tongue all around his sensitive skin. Heâs never felt anything like this, itâs not even comparable.
Youâre coaxing his cum to build and build, and Satoru swears with a burst of excitement within his chest that heâs finally going to ejaculate inside of a womanâs mouth. That is, until you suddenly let his cock go with a pop and the next thing he knows, cum is shooting all over his face. His cock spasms and pleasure bursts all the way into his toes, heâs overwhelmed by it for a long blissful moment.
Pure bliss until he comes down enough to realize that warm splooge is streaking down his cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin. He slowly maneuvers himself to lay flat and blinks at the ceiling for a beat. Heâs about to sit up and do the whole irritated-at-you thing, but then your thighs are suddenly on either side of his hips with only your shirt and panties on, sweatpants no where to be found, only soft bare legs. He gasps.
âThat was so fucking hot,â you groan as you quickly shove your panties to the side and ease down enough to rest your warm, wet labia against the bottom of his soft, twitching dick.
He hisses in sensitivity, hands shooting to grip your thighs to cope as he tilt his head up to look at you. Youâre a little blurry without his glasses but he can still see how flustered you look.
âThink you can get hard again?â You ask, out of breath as you begin to slowly grind your pussy against him with eager hands on his chest.
He groans in overstimulation, âOh godâ whaâ? I donât knowâ oh fuuuck.â His fingers tighten around the flesh of your flexing thighs.
âI have cum all over my face,â he groans, refusing to make you get off of him because heâd rather die, but still complaining about it.
âItâs okay,â you say quickly and lean down and begin to lick the cum off of his face casually, making him slightly grimace.
âJust grab a shirt,â he basically slurs when your licking abruptly stops and you pull back enough to look him in the face.
Your hands are on either side of his head now, hips unfortunately stopping all movement, and youâre suddenly blinking at him like youâre realizing something.
âOh my god,â you slowly express, a disbelieving smile on your lips, âyou came all over that fucking donut! I knew you were acting weird, you sick freak.â
His eyes widen and he doesnât even know what to say, you clearly recognize the taste enough to place it, so he just blurts, âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhy didnât you stop me?â You still question him with furrowed brows, not buying his feigned ignorance, âYour mom was right there!â
âI donâtâ but, you said it tasted good! And you only took one bite.â
You huff and shake your head. And then you lean down to lick a long lap up his cheek, gathering a bit of very bitter cum on your taste buds. You swallow it and press your lips to his ear, âYouâre lucky Iâm throbbing because otherwise, thereâs no way Iâd fuck you knowing that, you pervert.â
Whether thatâs a lie or not, doesnât matter, all Satoru can hear is the subtle squelch of your pussy lips rubbing against his hardening cock as you begin to grind again.
His toes curl and twitch. He breathes, âYou made me cumâ agh!â on my face, weâreâ weâre even.â
You huff and sit back up while your hips work. âFine. Weâre even.â
He brings a shaky hand over to his discarded glasses and throws them back on before yanking the hem of your shirt up enough to see your pussy.
âOhhh my goodness gracious,â his voice shakes but heâs very sturdy in his words, astounded by the sight of pretty pussy in real lifeâ especially those folds against his own penis, the folds connected to his beautiful childhood friend.
He canât help but eagerly buck his hips once, making you gasp at the direct hit to your clit and grip onto his shirt over his chest.
âYouâve never had sex before, right? Youâre a virgin?â You breathe out, humping increasing in speed.
His mouth hangs open. âNever. Mhm, yeah, virgin.â He nods quickly.
You lean in and your lips brush his as you speak. âIâm gonna be your first, baby?â you egg him on.
He whines into your mouth. âI alwaysâ I always suspected you would.â
âWhat?â You breathe in amusement, pressing a kiss to his jawline, âWhy?â
âBecause,â he moans beautifully as you suck on his earlobe, âYouâre the only girl that talks to me.â
You lean back and jut your bottom lip out into a dramatic pout. âAww, so itâs not because youâve been in love with me since we were kids? Youâre breaking my heart.â
âNo,â he hisses when his tip almost gets caught on your entrance that seems to be attempting to suck him in every time it passes by, âIâve definitely been in love with you since we were kids.â
Your hips stutter to a painful stop and you blink at him, playful expression slightly faltering. You can barely tell when Satoru is joking, the ease and blunt manner of the way he speaks doesnât help.
âWait, are you being serious?â
He sits up to lean back on his elbows and nods. âI thought you knew that.â
âHow could I know that?â you ask him like heâs an idiot, âThe most you say to me in a week is that I have something in my teeth.â
He sniffles his runny nose obnoxiously, like always. âBecause you do. And, you donât talk to me either,â he says factually and defends himself.
âThatâsâ,â you exhale sharply, reaching down to grip his base, ignoring his little âguh!â as you raise your hips a bit, âbecause we got older andâ I donât knowâ grew apart.â
You rub his head against your opening and his eyes lock onto the movement like itâs glowing gold. Drool dribbles out of the corner of his lips. âHoly shit. Itâs finallyâ ngh!â happening. Youâre finally going to have sexâ oh my godâ itâs so soft. Itâs so slimy, woah.â Heâs talking to himself like a little weirdo, but you donât mind, itâs actually creating more slick to join the rest.
You bite your lip and slowly push down against his head until it pops in with a painful little stretch.
You hiss out a strained, âFuck,â and Satoru pushes through his overwhelming desire to just moan and whine and succumb to his own pleasure like a limp fish to ask you, âAre you okay? Doesâ hahhâ does it hurt?â
You nod with a shaky exhale, eyes closed in concentration. âA little, your tip isâ mmâ almost as big as your head is.â
Youâre clearly not in enough pain to ignore an opportunity to tease him, it seems. You take a deep breath and attempt to calm your muscles.
But then, your head snaps down to make sense of the sudden stimulation against your clit to see Satoruâs long lanky fingers rubbing it sloppily. âOhâ mm!â Your abdomen and thighs clench as you grip his shirt harshly, breathing choppy.
âDoes that help? Your clitoris should ease the pain,â Satoru bluntly expresses with clear concern, focus flicking from your clit to your expression, âI read it.â
You whine and grab onto his wrist connected to the lanky fingers moving in a âdjâ motion against your ultra sensitive skin. âTryâ hahâ little circles.â
He immediately complies with upmost focus, fingertips and knuckles rotating. âLike that?â
You moan and your cunt answers his question for you, squeezing his tip nicely. Before he knows it, youâre dropping all the way down till he feels your plushy cervix kissing his slit. It feels like you just punched him in the gut with how abrupt the feeling of being enveloped whole is.
âOh god, holy shit! Youâre so wet and tight and,â heâs wailing like an animal in the jaws of a predator and heâs physically unable to stop himself from gripping the carpet harshly to ground himself, âitâs bumpy inside, the perfectâ perfect balance betweenânghâ stimulation and plushy, soft, gooeyâ ahh itâs like clouds.â
âYeah? Keep going Toru.â Youâre clearly trying to mock his ramble but your tone is anything but a tease as you sit still, cockwarming him with reactive walls.
Heâs lucky that he busted recently because he wouldnât have been able to last this long otherwise, movement or not. But youâre fighting your own battle too. Youâre so full, thereâs a pang of radiating pain pinching your cervix that refuses to stretch to make room for Satoruâs lengthy cock and youâre trying your hardest to hold on until your body adjusts the way itâs meant to.
âFuck!â You blurt after a long moment of trying to push down the feeling overwhelm, âI donât think I can do it. Itâsâ Itâs too much. It hurts.â Youâre speaking in a completely genuine way for once, not even a small teasing comment about why his dick has to be so long; he can tell youâre actually scared.
Satoru immediately sits up and grabs onto your waist, eyes flicking over your expression quickly. âIt hurts?â he repeats softly, clearly concerned and attempting to console you, âOkay, breathe. Youâre okay, Iâm here, Iâm with you, Iâve got you. Your body can stretch, itâs made to stretch for this.â
You take a deep breath and nod as he speaks, brows pinched as you attempt to hold your focus on his coos and not the invading, pulsing flesh within you.
âI can feel you twitching,â you whine, head thrown back briefly, âstop it.â
âI canât control it,â Satoru defends, using his thumbs to gently rub circles into your waist, over your shirt.
âItâs your dick,â you whimper, dropping to rest your forehead onto his shoulder, âTell it to stop hurting me.â
He hums, entertaining your words and the next thing you know, a lanky hand is snaking under your shirt to lay flat and warm on your lower tummy.
âStop hurting her,â Satoru scolds his mounted penis, âOr I swear Iâm gonna take you out of this amazing, warm little pussy and youâll go right back into your boxers. You hear me?â
Your pussy involuntarily convulses around him, hearing him indulge your little sillies in such an oddly sexy way. You both breathe out a groan at the delicious feeling.
You lift your head, breathing heavily with lidded, hazy eyes. âThat helped,â you mumble as you shove your lips onto his eagerly, nudging his head back slightly at the force and making him hum.
He locks his lightly dry lips onto your soft ones as immediate as possible, not allowing the risk of missing out on your sweet pecks like before when he could barely keep up.
But this isnât a peck, youâre tilting your head, side to side as your lips smooch, keeping them interlocked between âchuâs.â
Your eyes peek open because, your intuition was right, his intensely blue irises are staring at you through his lenses. You unlatch as you push his shoulder, lightly, not keen on accidentally making his hips jolt. âWhy are your eyes open? Close them while we kiss,â you scold, feeling a light heat rise within your cheeks.
He licks his lips to taste you instinctively. âWhatâs wrong with that? I want to look at you, youâre pretty.â
You roll your eyes half heartedly and slide your hands onto his shoulders to hold. âOpen your mouth.â
You donât give him a chance to respond because youâre shoving your wet tongue into his mouth, making him moan directly into yours. His hands tremble around your waist as they tighten their grip, using all of his will power to not listen to instinct and rut up into you.
âWait waitââ he says between licks and you know heâs scared to accidentally hurt you.
You shake your head and hum a denial. âItâs okay, you wonât,â you breathe before latching back on.
He tastes like lingering traces of sugary soda and a hint of tic-tacs, but mostly like natural saliva. His tongue is sloppy and a bit odd in how it meets yours, but itâs his and you canât help but desire for more of it as it lathers and lathes yours.
âOkay,â you pull back impatiently, âLetâs fuck.â
âFuckâ fuck,â Satoru grunts frantically, face clenching, âdonât say that, Iâm gonna ejaculate too quick.â
âNo, you wonât,â you soothe him, almost like youâre speaking it into existence, ignoring the instinct to make fun of his word choice.
He whines, but then gathers his determination and nods. âOkay, okayâ mhmâ should I move?â
You shake your head. âNo, me first.â
You softly raise your hips, using your knees on either side of his body for grounding, until half of him is glistening and exposed. His mouth hangs open and his eyes have glazed over where they lock onto your connection.
You take a deep breath and drop all of your weight down until heâs sliding right back into his little nook within you. âNngh..!â he moans on impact, brows pinching aggressively into a defensive pout. âWas that okay? Are you okay? Did it hurt? Because I think you stretched a little moreââ
You cut him off by rubbing your nose into his with closed eyes, humming in affection as you squeeze his shoulders lightly. âIâm okay,â you dismiss, resting your forehead on his, âHow does it feel? Good?â
âYou,â he pauses to shakily breathe out deeply and slowly as his hands start massaging your waist in primal instinct, âYou feel like heaven. I love you.â
You huff and lean away with an amused look. âTell me when youâre about to cum,â you warn him suddenly, and you donât leave any room for him to answer because your hips begin to ride. His thick head is immediately slamming against all of the sensitive parts inside you, nudging your g-spot deliberately with each embrace.
âOh shiiiit,â his voice undulates with the pace of your thrusts, and his glasses are already lying crooked on his face due to the recoil his body is taking. âOh my godâ nngh! oh!â
âYeah?â you breathe out with pinched brows, âDoes my pussy feel better thanâ mmh!â your mouth, Satoru?â
His eyes are threatening to roll continuously, but heâs trying so hard to keep them straight and on your blissed out face. âYour pussy isâ oh fuckâ so much better. I want to live inside of youâ please keep going.â
âIâm not stopping, Iâm not stopping.â Youâre cooing at him, sloppily, and as if youâre desperate for more, you transition to start bouncing. The impact of the change in positioning and the force of gravity aiding in your movement makes Satoru absolutely keen. His toes curl and his abdomen clenches painfully. The squelch of your connection is the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard and felt.
âOh no, oh no,â Satoru grits pleadingly and his surprisingly strong hold on your waist subconsciously tightens to the point that itâs tough to continue to bounce through it at the velocity you are. âIâm gonna cumâ Iâm gonna cumâ I canât hold it.â
âAre you sure? Right now?â You question him through moans with hope that heâll be able to hold it.
âIâm sure! Fuck! Donât get off, just stop moving.â Heâs biting his lower lip so hard that he could very well bite it clean off.
You stop at the next bounce, whining like youâve been stabbed once you settle. His cock whimpers within you too, like itâs threatening to bust at any moment, begging to make this amazing place inside you itâs new home, decorated with little Toruâs DNA and a welcome mat. His dick doesnât have to know English for Satoru to know that it wonât be accepting anything less than your pussy from now on; he can say goodbye to the makeshift pocket pussy made out of a Pringles can, gloves, and tissues already dusting in his cabinet.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you gonna cum?â you question, you were already preparing to hop off and jerk him onto your face or into your mouth.
He gulps between deep breaths, trying to catch it and calm down. He massages your hips and waist and ribs, up and down, affectionately. âI donât wanna cum until you do,â he explains with a gleam of a heart within his eyes. âHow do I do that?â
You smile and exhale deeply at his question. âI donât think I can cum unless you do something to my clit.â
Itâs obvious to the both of you that he wonât be able to maintain that if you start bouncing again.
âOh!â You grab onto him reactively when he suddenly flips you over onto your back with his large hand protecting the back of your skull and the other wrapped around your back.
You let out a gasping moan at the new angle the second your back hits the carpet when his cock wetly sinks all the way back into you. Gravity. âOh,â you whimper at how deep he is, socked feet and thighs twitching mid air beside his ribs.
His breath fans your face, hands on either side of your head. Heâs holding himself together, brows drawn in. âIâm gonna make you orgasm,â he pledges to you like a knight on his knees, eyes digging their way into yours.
âYou are?â Your response shakes out airily as he falls down to rest on his forearms beside your head, face inches from yours and white hair leaning down with gravity. His boxers are showing over the expanse of his covered ass and his sweatpants are halfway down as he lies in between your bloomed legs.
He nods with determination as he shoves his glasses up, but they fall back to the lower part of his bridge just as fast. âCan I start humping?â His intention within that geeky phrasing is so pure that your heart canât help but flutter into little butterflies.
You lift your head at a snails pace, eyes refusing to stray from his pink lips until you connect in a soft, caress of a kiss. âGo ahead,â you smile into his mouth.
Yearning for the life between your thighs, forced to pull the distance just to regain closeness again, his hips gradually pull back until heâs almost completely gone, and then heâs thrusting back inside, experimentally.
Your lips part with the drive of it in perfect synchronicity, sharing the experience of deriving pleasure from one another with a shiver.
He repeats it, this time brisker, and his eyes roll. âOh thatâs so good,â he expresses, and getting lost in the sauce, his isolated thrusts turn into a sloppy, inexperienced pace of its own, your legs brunting the force with every collision. Youâre sucking him in with every draw back and milking him when heâs fully seated.
His soggy cock sadly slips out when his focus flickers and his desperate hips lose direction; pleasure like this is blinding for an eager virgin. He takes the opportunity to breathe and recenter, slouching down to press his forehead to your collarbones as his bobbing cock jumps and pulses in yearning over your sloppy pussy.
You rub the back of his head soothingly while the other kneads his alarmingly muscular back.
He exhales against your skin. ââM still gonna make you cum,â he mumbles and you hum with a warm smile, eyeing the ceiling as you soothe him. âJust need a second.â
âTake a second,â you hum and lazily rub the inside of your calf against his side. âBut Iâm so empty,â you whisper against the top of his head like youâre casting a sultry spell, âand so âlubricated.â It would be such a shame if your cock didnât fill that space inside of my gooeyââ
âJesus fuuck,â he moans and shivers, whining at your words that seem to be just fucking right. He picks his head up to level with yours again, âOkay, okay. Iâm good. Iâm ready.â
He reaches down without looking, grasping his shaft to lead it back into you. He pokes your lower hole and you squeak, âWrong hole! Higherâ higher, Satoru.â
âOh,â he breathes a huff into your face, a geeky smile on his lips.
He pokes your clit. âToo high. You need some help, Satoru?â Youâre teasing him, but youâd still gladly do it for him if he needed you to.
He shakes his head and you nudge his glasses up for him before they potentially fall all the way off. âI got it, I got it.â He sticks his tongue out of the corner of his lips in concentration as he takes his hand off of his cock to search for your pussy, blindly.
Your abdomen clenches inward in a jolting fashion when he lays his long fingers over the entirety of your pussy. âJust need to see where..â he trails off with focus, eyes locked on nothing in particular over your head.
His bony fingers start pawing, groping, and spreading your folds, probing them like heâs trying to memorize the anatomy. Your hips and abdomen muscles are jerking with his rough touch, letting out a few whines as you writhe. âWhat are you doing?â
âThere it is,â he breathes, ignoring your gasp as his fingers poke at the clenching entrance to your insides, âSee, baby? Got it.â
He hurriedly shoves his dick into you to the hilt, while he still remembers where itâs at, with a deep, loud, throaty exhale of relief youâd only hear from a forty year old man. Your hands snap to grip his back, nails pushing into the cloth as your spine arches into him. âSatoruâ nngh!â you groan in shock at the sudden impaling of your guts.
âYeahh,â he sighs, nudging your face to the side with his to nose at your neck, âMy name, keep saying that.â
Your jaw drops as he brutally begins to thrust deeper than before, like heâs stabbing you with every hit, he sucks and licks at the side of your neck unsteadily. He reaches between your bodies and finds your beating clit while you squeak on every thrust like youâre a sharp-teethed dogâs stuffed squeaky toy.
You can literally feel the tendons in his forearm undulate against your tummy as he swipes electricity through your clit and into your legs, down to your curling toes. Now that heâs destroying you, itâs clear that previously, inexperienced Satoru was striving to grasp an understanding of holding a steady pace before he could attempt at multitasking his focus onto your clit as well.
He pulls back from your neck to search your expression with upmost curiosity. He can see the clear change in your every expression at the new advancement. âOhh, ohâ that feels good, huh?â Heâs almost taunting you and cooing at you simultaneously.
You nod eagerly as your arms scramble to wrap under his arms to hold onto his sweaty shoulder blades from behind for balance; since heâs so tall, you have to reach a bit. The gymnastics your mind would have to go through to tease him back is shut off and being bypassed completely as he manipulates an orgasm to appear within the distance.
âLittle magic button,â Satoru huffs as drool seeps out of the corner of your parted lips, moaning like youâre being hurt.
âIâm gonna cum,â you warn him, nodding again like itâs your job, âdonât change pace. Donât stopâ please.â He hisses when your nails start clawing down his back muscles, but he couldnât care less about pain right now, thereâs a wicked, domintating look of euphoria on his face.
âCum, please, cumâ I need you to cum. Iâm not stopping,â he confirms into your ear before slobbering all over it. Heâs been holding back the need to burst within you for too long already but heâd sooner pull out and continue to rub at you in hope of maintaining the build of your peak and then diving back in when his high dissipates than cum before you.
âOh my god, itâs happening!â You cum with a shuddering, pathetic whine that turns into a silent cry, overwhelmed by the burst of white love and the piercing of his teeth into your soft neck.
Heâs in bliss knowing heâs finally pushing you over the edge, but the feeling of your cunt squeezing in convulsions heâs only read online about happening when a woman experiences an orgasm and her body instinctively goes through the primal motions of milking the penis within of all the sperm it can offer, he falls over the edge. He wouldnât have been able to cut off his high even if he yanked himself out this very second.
His hips slam one last jack hammer as deep into your cunt as as he can penetrate before he holds still in your guts, making you, âguh!â like youâve been stabbed.
âThank you! Iâm sorryâ fuuck! Thank you!â
He canât help but abandon your clit as he falls of the cliff, though you donât even need it anymore. That first spurt of cum travels through his convulsing cock and shoots into your cervix, bullseye. His leg muscles shake as he repeats those slurs of gratitude and apologies into the skin of your cheek with slobbery, drooling lips.
You can feel the violent pulses of his cock, indicating heâs spurting cum into your tummy, but all you can do is hold onto him in a deep embrace as you catch your breath, coming to the conclusion of your orgasm.
Youâre spent. He groans as his lips smear down your cheek, over your jaw and then down to tuck his face into your neck, leaving a trail of drool in their wake. Suddenly, his extremely tense body turns to heavy deadweight and drops fully on top of you. Heâs now a starfish, arms and legs flailed out while his softening cock is still snug inside your continually massaging, convulsing walls. Heâs sweating and you can smell his specific musk more potently, though most of you is instinctively comforted and weirdly domestically affected by it.
âSatoru,â you whine and writhe underneath him, air knocked out of you due to the 300 pound fish on top of you, âyouâre heavy.â
Satoru blurts a tired noise, making you groan and squeeze your legs together around his hips.
He noses at your neck and starts kitten licking it, making your insides squeeze and twist around his sensitive cock. His ass clenches. âOh! Oh! Tight!â he hisses as if heâs touched a hot surface but refuses to pull out.
âItâs yourâ nghâ fault,â you mewl, hitting his back weakly. âDonât lick me like that!â
He lethargically pulls his face out of your neck to smirk at you. âI made you cum so hard.â Proud. Cocky. Borderline sexyâ and then he ruins it by sniffling with obvious mucus.
You squint at him accusingly. âAnd you came inside me.â
He huffs nervously and shoves his glasses up. âYeah.. Iâm sorry.â
You sigh. âYou know I canât take plan b, right?â
He blinks at you and his face pales a bit. âW-What? Why? I can buy itâ â
âBecause itâs really bad for your body,â you flick his forehead, âI told you to tell me when you were going to cum for a reason, stupid.â
âFuck.â He drops his forehead down onto the carpet beside yours. His, already half hard, cock twitches against your walls.
A long pause. Youâre almost suspecting that heâs turned on by the idea of impregnating you.
He lifts his head, brows pinched. âWeâre having a baby?â
âNo, Satoru.â You sigh and rub the top of his head comfortingly, âIâm not ovulating so hopefully it just.. doesnât stick.â
He immediately shakes his head as if that just wonât do. âNo, itâs gonna stick. Gojo sperm always makes it home on the first try.â
You blink and your face screws up as you attempt to process his words. âWhat are you talking about? How could you possibly know that?â
âMy dad told me when I hit puberty,â he adjusts his body so he can lean on his forearms and you both emit a soft sound at the incidental movement down below, âGrandpa told him the same thing. He was a first try baby, my dad was too, and so was I. All boys too.â
He grabs onto the sides of your head in a caress, then sniffles causally and smiles down at you like he didnât just drop a bomb on youâ more accurately, inside of you.
âSatoru,â you say his name like it should trigger some kind of common sense in this scenario, âWe are not having a child while weâre still in college and live with our parents.â
âYour intentions donât change the very real science of my sperm traveling within your uterus, right now.. You know that, right?â
You grab onto his biceps and glare at him while his dick is still plugging your cunt thatâs filled to the brim with Gojo sperm. âIâm not joking. I am not getting pregnant Satoruâ I mean fuck! We just had sex for the very first time ever.â
He leans down and smooshes his arrogant lips to yours, ignoring your fists hitting his arms stubbornly. His tone lowers to a whisper as he speaks against your lips.
âDoes that mean weâre gonna have sex again?â
âOh my god, I need to get out of here,â you start squirming and shoving at his chest futilely, âI canât believe I let you put your dick in me.â
âOkay, okay. Look, itâs useless to worry about hypotheticals,â Satoru calms you logically and gives you a serious look. âOkay? Weâre okay. Youâre okay.â
You exhale and nod, minutely, hands stilling against his chest.
He leans in close your lips, breath mingling. âYour insides feel so fucking good. I wanna stay in here forever.â He slides his tongue against the seam of your lips before kissing them like itâs natural.
âYeah?â you hum into it with hands sliding down to his chest and bumpy abs and then up again. Satoru is weirdly muscular and eerily strong, a sleeper build if you will. You hadnât realized due to the continuous long sleeves and pants covering himâ he also usually wears the same clothes everyday since he barely does laundry unless his mother does it.
You squeak when you feel his cock begin to stretch your insides out as it hardens. âYouâre already hard again??â
âI told you,â he muffles into your mouth, refusing to part ways enough to speak coherently, âGojo anatomy is just different.â
He leans down and starts licking your neck like an affectionate cat, again. âIâm never gonna be able to look your dad in the eyes again.â You cringe at the idea of Satoruâs father being a good cum shot.
âHey,â he nips at your neck with sharp teeth, making you hiss, âyouâre not allowed to think about anyoneâs penis but mine right now.â
âWhy do you say it like that?â You giggle as his nibbles tickle your skin and you mock his tone dramatically, making it extra nasally, âPenis.â
âThat is itâs proper title.â He pulls away to eye you with judgement, like youâre the stupid one.
âI donât think Iâve heard you say cock once.â You snicker at him, grinning in amusement as you eye his expression. âSay it.â
âCock.â
You blink.
You giggle.
You mock him, quietly. âCock.â
âOh yeah? Okay, how about this,â he hums and his voice drops into a warm, sultry embrace, âIâm gonna fuck my cock into your fucking heavenly cunt. Whatâs one more load, hmm?â
The tingles that spark in your abdomen suddenly erupt into an explosion and you let out a shuddering gasp when Satoru suddenly starts grinding thoroughly into you again with a fully erect âcock.â
Maybe walking in on your childhood friend sucking his own dick was meant to be <3
synopsis: you havenât seen flins in almost a week. when heâs unexpectedly taken a week off his duties, you want answers whyâthe answers come inâŠa rather interesting form. or: flins is not human, and his non human form happens to come with a rather interesting condition
word count. â€ïž 10k wordsâi am speechless. truly no words
before you read. â€ïž female reader ; established relationship ; fae go into ruts bc i said so ; flins has fae like features like pointy ears and wings ; he is in rut and not the right state of mind so ig slight dubcon ; dry humping + flins cumming in his pants ; flins has sensitive wings ; vaginal fingering ; mating press ; unprotected vaginal sex ; creampie ; slight breeding kink and talks of having babies ; slight size kink ; implied multiple rounds after ; not proof read pls itâs almost 7 am i wrote this in less than 24 hours cut me some slack i beg
commentary. â€ïž uh yeah. anyway *jazz hands* flins fae rut. ALSO THANK YOU ARABELLA AKA USER PHAINANON FOR UR DELISHUS BRAIN FOR THE RUT CHARACTERISTICS
Kyryll is off duty for a weekâthis is what his superiors tell you when you visit the office of the division he is under, anyway.Â
That is suspiciously oddâhe is never off duty. Ever. Kyryll never gets sick, he never gets particularly badly injured, he never takes a personal day, and he never, ever, under any circumstances, takes longer than a day to contact you, regardless of how busy the wild hunt may have him. Something is wrong, and youâre worried, and you will figure it out. He needs you, probablyâhe has that annoying habit of trying to handle everything all on his own, even if it isnât always the brightest idea.Â
So you open the door to his humble little home at the bottom of the lighthouse and let yourself in. Kyryll does not ever mind. Kyryll is soft and open and gentle with you, and he does not mind if you enter his homeâ
âWhat are you doing here?â a breathless, almost pained voice all but hisses. Kyryll. His voice is never this distressedâit takes you a moment to get over the shock enough to properly turn and meet his eyes.Â
He looksâŠdistinctly inhuman. Not just inhuman, but also not himself. Apart from the pointed ears and the glow in his eyes and those bright, iridescent wings (youâll focus on that later, you decide), Kyryll is also not wearing a shirt with his hair hanging in a loose bun to keep it out of his face. He looks hot and sweaty and flushedâso unlike that typical collected, well-dressed, and polished man that you know who always runs a little cold.Â
âI was looking for you?â You blink at him as you answer like itâs obvious, âYou missed work.â
âYes. That was an intentional decision,â he says, closing his eyes and gritting his jaw. He turns away from you, as if the sight of you physically makes him sick. Youâre a little offended. âYou should not have come here.â
âWhat? I have not seen or heard from you in almost a week! How do you think it makes me feel when I have to hear from your superiors, of all people, that youâve taken a personal leave fromââ
He exhales, the sound thin and weary. âYes,â he says at last, each word carefully measured, âI took leaveâfor a reason.â
You blink at him, frowning. âAnd that reason would be?â
He closes his eyes, his jaw flexing as though heâs counting to ten in his head. âA personal one,â he replies evenly, though thereâs a faint tremor in the calm of his voice. âWhen I am ready to return, I will do so. Until then, I would be grateful if you allowed me some solitude.â
âSolitude?â you echo, incredulous. âKyryll, thatâs not how this works. You donât just vanish without a word and call it solitude. You didnât reach out, you missed work for nearly a weekâI was worried.â
âI am aware,â he says quietly, gaze lowering. âAnd for that, I apologize. It was never my intent to worry you.â
âThen what was your intent?â you demand, stepping closer as you cross your arms. âBecause you canât just disappear and expect me to act like thatâs normal.â
A muscle in his cheek twitches. Heâs clearly fighting something internal, trying desperately not to let it show. When he speaks again, his voice is soft, careful. Pleading, even. âI know what this looks like to you. I know it seems as though I am shutting you out. But pleaseâbelieve that it is not from malice or indifference. I simply cannotâŠbe as I should, not right now.â
You hesitate, your irritation giving way to confusion. âWhat does that even mean?â
âIt means,â he groans, âthat there are parts of me I would rather you never see. And those parts areâŠdifficult to keep hidden at present.â
You stare at him. You blink once, then twice, then you stare some more. âI have no idea what youâre implying, but your solution is to just lock yourself away and say nothing? That is ridiculous.â
He sighs, the sound faintly exasperated. âIt is not ideal. But it is saferâfor you, and for me.â
âAre you in danger? What is going on? Is something after you? Is it the wild hunt? Maybe we canââ
âYou need to leave,â he cuts you off. âPlease.â
That part makes you pause. He adds that last part with a broken, croaky little voiceâlike heâs begging, and itâs so bordering on pure desperation, you almost feel scared. What could possibly have happened in less than a weekâs time to make him plead not to see you? To skip work? ToâŠto look so different and not human?
Because he isnât like you. Kyryll is not human, you realize. Concern for the man you are courting has caused you to overlook that very obvious fact for a moment, but reality has dragged you back to its awful truth and slapped the cold, hard facts into your shaky little sweaty palms and said: Look, the man you think you love is not who you think he is.Â
You stare at him, the question caught somewhere between your throat and your lungs. What is he, exactly? His face looks the sameâstill that sharp-boned, beautiful thing you adore so muchâbut now, under the dim light of his living room, thereâs something wrong. Perhaps not wrong, exactly. Just...unfamiliar. His skin seems to shimmer faintly, and his eyes almost illuminate the dark around him, and his earsâhis ears are just a touch too pointed when he turns his head.
âKyryll,â you breathe, âwhatâs happening to you?â
He exhales, a sound that almost feels laced with dread. âNothing is happening to meâI am exactly as I am intended to be. Some traits that humans would consider abnormal areâŠwell, they are not so rare amongst non-humans.â
You furrow your brows. âYou mean to tell me youâre the latter?â
What a silly question, your mind hisses, what else would those features imply?
He hesitates, eyes closing as though it hurts to confess. âYou have heard before, perhaps, that Snezhnaya was once a realm of the fae,â he says softly. âA race that is no longer of any importance, but one that does exist. I am proof enough of that, simply by standing before you.â
âAnd when were you going to tell me that?â you ask, your voice trembling just slightly. You wonder what that sinking feeling in your chest isâfear, perhaps? Are you scared of him? Scared of what he is, or what he isnât? Scared that he is something else entirely, something beyond you?
No, you think faintly. Human or not, Kyryll would never hurt you. He would never let harm come your wayâcertainly not from himself. The ache that blooms inside you is not fear at all, but something heavier, deeper, more hurtful: the knowledge that Kyryll does not trust you. That he cannot bring himself to believe you would see him for what he truly is and still love himâthat your eyes would see the what of him before the who.
âMy light, it was never my intention to deceive you,â he says, pleading now. âI simply wished for more timeâto cherish you as you are before the truth mightâŠalter things between us.â
âAlter things how, exactly?â you frown. âAlter things because Iâd leave? You think I canât be trustedâis that it?â
âNo.â He smiles sadlyâa fragile little smile that still does something painful to your heart, easing and tightening it all at once. âNo, it was never that I doubted your trust,â he murmurs. âOnly whether I deserved it, once my nature was known. For that, I must apologize. I should not have hidden it from you. You are far too precious a person to entangle yourself with someone like me.â
âOh, be quiet, you fool,â you huff, stepping closer to him. You press your palm to his cheek, and he leans into the touch with a soft, startled breath. âSelf-pity will not earn you any leniency. Do not lie to me again. Understand?â
âFae cannot lie,â he smiles faintly, eyes fluttering shut as your thumb brushes his skin. âShould we attempt it, we sicken. Very gravely, in fact.â
âAh,â you nod with mock solemnity, âso youâre simply skilled in manipulation. How comforting.â
He laughs, just barelyâa sound that fades too quickly as he pulls back, though not far enough to escape your curiosity. Your hand drifts upward, fingers brushing the sharp point of his ear. He flinches.
âNowâŠis perhaps not the best moment to be touchingââ
âYou also have wings?â you interrupt in awe, gently maneuvering him to turn around. He stiffens as your finger traces delicately up his spine from the small of his back. âCan you fly?â
âNo,â he says shakily, âthey would not support my weight. They are not a particularly useful trait of the faeâmerely an aesthetic one, if anything.â
âVery aesthetical indeed,â you giggle.
âThat is not a real word,â he murmurs, closing his eyes. His breath hitches when your finger drifts to the place where the fragile wing meets his warm skin. His skin is never warm. Kyryll runs rather coldâyou complain about it often when you curl against his side. (It never stops you from cuddling him, of course, but the complaints never cease, either.)
âHm, still clinging to your extensive knowledge of words, are you?â You roll your eyes.Â
You gently rub along that small network of veins where translucent skin fades into flesh, where the shimmer of his wings dissolves against the pale slope of his back. The base of each wing seems impossibly fragileâpaper-thin, like spun glass, yet alive and keenly receptive to your touch. They rise from just below his shoulder blades, delicate membranes threaded with faint iridescence, catching the light in colors that shift like oil on water. You stare in awe at that narrow strip of skin between wing and back. Itâs softer, almost silken, and the sensation is strangeâcool, like morning dew, yet trembling with a pulse beneath your fingertips, as though burning from beneath.
The wings flutter instinctively the more your touch wanders, a tremor rippling through the transparent folds and making him flinchâa sharp breath pulled through his teeth.
âDoes that hurt?â you ask, pausing in concern.
He shakes his head, though his voice is strained when he answers. âNo. They are justâŠsensitive.â
âI see,â you breathe in fascination.Â
They are sensitiveâyou can feel it under your fingertips. His skin there runs cold, but the pulse beneath it beats hot and fast, trembling through the thin lattice of veins. The wings twitch involuntarily, like theyâre trying to fold in on themselves to escape your touch, or maybe reach for itâyou cannot quite tell. When you trace your thumb along the joint where the wing anchors to his spine again, his breath catches once more, rougher this time. The friction of your touch draws a low sound from him, half-strained, half-pleasured. The wings shiverâand then so does he.
âKyryll?â you ask softly.
He only lets out a sharp inhale in response.
âAre youâŠâ You falter. How do you even phrase it? How do you ask your boyfriendâwho has only just shared with you his origins as something not humanâthe burning question at the back of your mind? There is clearly something in his system, something woven into his bloodline, his very DNA, the framework of who he is, that makes him soâŠpent up. (That is the only phrase you can think of.) âIsâŠis there something happening with you? Biologically, at least?â
He goes still at your words. The question hangs between you with thick enough tension in the air that you feel like it physically separates you, and for a moment, he seems unable to breathe. When he finally does, itâs shallowâcareful.
âIââ His voice breaks, then steadies, smooth and practiced as though heâs forcing it into place. âThat isâŠa delicate subject.â
You take a small step back. âSorry, I wasnât trying to make you uncomfortable. I justââ
âI know.â His hand reaches and grabs yours, thumb brushing softly over your knuckles before promptly letting go. His eyes flick to yoursâbright, sharp, and mesmerizing in the low light. You wonder how you never caught on before that he could not be human. âI did not intend for you to see me in such a state. It is a rather shameful conditionâone might say it isâŠseasonal, or perhaps instinctive. A remnant of older blood. It makes my bodyâŠless easily governed.â
He swallows hard, turning his face away. The fine tremor in his wings betrays the effort it takes to keep control.
You reach out before thinking, fingers hovering over his arm. âHey,â you say quietly, âyou donât have to be ashamed. Iâm not afraid of you, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
His laugh is soft, almost bitter. âYou should be. There are things in me, desires in me, that are notâŠproper. Not human. When such old instincts rise, I am ruled by them more than I care to admit.â
He finally meets your gaze again, and something raw flickers thereâfear, want, and the painful effort of restraint. The air between you tightens. Something shifts. Something that pulls you towards him just as fiercely as he wants to push you away. You ache to close that gap he wants so badly to put between youâa naive and optimistic thought process, perhaps. Kyryll knows himself and his state of mind better than you do.Â
He has lived through it. For hundreds of years, evidently, and you have only known him for so long. He is perhaps, wisely so, protecting you from a part of himself that requires protection against. But you donât find his warningsânor his pleas for that matterâto stay away from him until this passes worth listening to. You wonât. You canât bring yourself to.Â
He looks unwellâhe looks pained and in suffering and alone in this small, little home of his where nothing is there to ease his troubles, no one is there to ease his burdens or his aches. You take one look at that soft, rosy flush on his cheeks, the dampness of his clammy skin, the somehow even darker circles beneath his honeyed eyes, and you cannot fight the instinct in your heart that longs to take care of him however he needs it. The instinct that just as easily governs over your body against your will as Kyryllâs governs over his.Â
Love, perhaps, is what your heart would call it. Foolishness, on the other hand, is what your mind would say.Â
âIt hardly happens,â he whispers, keeping his face turned insistently away from you, âonce every decade or so, there are urgesâŠand they are not very pure in nature. I am ashamed to admit I am unable to keep from harboring improper thoughts about you, my dear. It would be in your best interest to leave before I am incapable of controlling myself any longer.â
âForgive me for being so candid,â you say with a small grin, amusement threading through your voice, âbut weâve been intimate before, you silly thing. What exactly are you trying to protect me fromâsex? Kyryll, weâve done that plenty ofââ
âNo.â His voice cuts through yours, low and sharp, carrying a kind of desperation that stills you. âThis is hardly comparable.â He turns toward you finally, and even though his expression is composed, his eyes are not. They are hungry and wild, and his pupils almost dilate at the sight of you. His wings twitch behind him, restless. âThis is not a desire one can reason with,â he continues quietly. âIt is old. It does not recognize affection or careâonly need. And I would sooner burn myself hollow than make an object of you.â
For a moment, you weigh his words. You can see how much effort it costs him to hold himself still, to speak in measured tones instead of instinct. So much care and respect are woven into that tense, agonized distance he keeps between you both as he wills himself to stand still. And you decide that you want none of it.
You do not care about his self-imposed moral limits and boundaries. He needs youâand by the Gods, you are going to give him what he needs.
âKyryll,â you say firmly, the earlier humor gone from your voice. âYou could have told me sooner.â
He closes his eyes, exhaling shakily. âAnd ruin the illusion that I am civilized?â
You shake your head, stepping closer despite his warning. âYou never needed illusions with me. I am the first person you should be able to turn to when you need somethingâwhen you need someone to take care of you.â
âYou cannot take care of me in this form,â he clicks his teeth, patience slowly wearing thin. (He is certainly not in his right mind after all, you deduceâyour Kyryll is never impatient with you. Not his usual self, at least.)
âI can,â you say stubbornly, âand I will because there is no way I am leaving you like this to sufferâso if you must use me for your own pleasure, then I think that is exactly what I will have you do because I want it of my own will. See? It is fine now, so come here andââ
âYou are playing dangerous games,â his voice is deeper, lower, almost a throaty sound that vibrates in a way youâve never heard from his usual rich, smooth, almost velvety voice. âHumans are not meant to withstand this level ofâŠdepravity that becomes my natureââ
âYou are infuriatingly stubborn,â you roll your eyes.Â
You step closer, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. He catches your wrists before you can press yourself closer against him. His grip is gentle, but his hand trembles as he holds yours. His pupils are blown wide, the faint iridescence of his eyes flickering like they are something alive, something of a soul of their own. âDo not tempt me,â he breathes. âYou do not understand what you are inviting.â
âI think I do,â you say softly. âYouâre suffering, and I wonât stand by and watch it.â
He shakes his head, his voice dropping to a low, strained murmur. âIt is not the kind of suffering you can easily mend. The endurance of a fae and that of a human areâŠnot measured in the same way.â
âIâve never been afraid of a little imbalance,â you counter, a faint smile tugging at your lips. âI like a good challenge.â For a heartbeat, neither of you moves. The air between you holds stillâtense, waiting.Â
And then he caves.
His hand rises to your jaw, tentative at first, as though heâs still convincing himself he shouldnât. But the moment his skin meets yours, all restraint shatters. Youâre pulled in for a kiss just as fervently as you lean in for one. Neither of you can say for certain who leans in firstâwho reaches for the other first. You donât think youâd ever truly know.Â
His breath his hot against your mouth, and it comes out in nothing but heavy, short puffs of air that he all but gasps for. For all his stamina as a fae that he claims to have, he seems almost out of breath from just a little kissing. Your hands wander along his back, gently rubbing against the delicate portion between skin and wings as he lets out a surprised groan of pleasure at the feeling. You giggle into his mouth as he flinches in shock from the touch.
âYou werenât lying,â you murmur into his lips, âthey really are sensitive, aren't they?â
âAmused, are we?â he huffs into your mouth.Â
âMaybe a little,â you admit cheekily. He only grunts in responseâKyryll in a rut is a Kyryll with very few words that he can articulate, you realize.Â
You feel the bulge of his cock against your thigh as he flips you around to press you against the wall, caging you with his tall, strong body as his hands desperately cup your jaw and angle your face up, kissing you with more hunger than before. Itâs hot, his erectionâyou can feel that sheer warmth of it through the fabric and layers of clothes, and itâs thick and twitching through his pants in a way youâve never felt him before, as though heâs already responding to absolutely nothing from how starved he really is for anything.Â
You move your thigh up, pressing it between his legs to slot perfectly against his crotch. He all but whimpers at the feelingâshuddering against you before his lips break away from yours and his face buries into your neck.Â
âD-donât stop,â he pleads, âmore. I needâŠmore.â
âI know,â you soothe, gently tugging the hair tie that keeps his long strands in that low bun until it frees his hair and lets it fall down his back. Your fingers stroke through them, delicately raking your nails along his scalp as you murmur, âI know, baby. You need more. Got it.â
He shivers at the pet name, and you smile fondly. You would have preferred to relieve him of such a clear ache with more gratifying methods, but Kyryll does not allow himself to detach from you long enough for you to even reach for the waistband of his pants and use your hand. Your thigh is as good as he allows you to pleasure him with the way heâs pressed so close to your personal space. You feel him grind against it with his own pace, meeting your movements halfway as he chases the friction against his hardened cock.Â
When your fingers move back to his back, tracing the sensitive little networks of veins along the base of his wings, he groans into your neck, biting into your skin hard enough that it stings just a little.Â
âDoes it feel good when I touch here?â You press gently into the base of his wing for emphasis.Â
He lets out a soft, breathless, almost whiny sound as he nods shakily. âY-yes,â he swallows thickly, âveryâŠvery good.â
âHow cute,â you giggle. âYou are so cute.â
âMâclose,â he gasps, âsoâŠso, so close.â
âAlready?â you blink in shockâyouâve really only hardly begun, âbut weââ
You donât even get to finish your thoughts before the sound of his voice, gravelly and thick with pleasure, cuts you off.Â
âF-fuck, IâŠIâm s-sorry,â he slurs his words incoherently, ââmâŠc-cummingââ
You feel the familiar rush of warmth as he spills into his pants. (Kyryll has only cum in his pants once beforeâone night after he had a glass of wine too many, and youâd dragged your aching core against his own throbbing sensation between his legs as you shifted on his lap between kisses. It was cute thenâseeing the adorable pinkness on his cheeks as heâd stuttered an apology. You enjoyed the slightly damp feeling of his release against your leg.)
But this timeâŠitâs a little different. He absolutely soils his own clothes as much as yours. You can tell that much just seconds into his orgasmâthe sheer amount of his seed that seeps through the fabric of his pants and dampens yours has you shocked. ItâsâŠa lot. More than normal. More than you thought possible. Clearly not a very human amount, considering he isâŠwell, very much not human. But you try your best to keep the steady rhythm of your thigh grinding against his crotch since he has stopped moving himself in favor of stillingâhis body is taut and stiff as he shudders through every wave of his high, gasping into your neck and letting out choked moans against your skin.Â
âS-sorry,â he rasps, âI did notâŠI had not meant to tarnish your c-clothes withânghââÂ
He cuts his own sentence off with a low grunt as another thick, warm rope of cum spills from the head of his swollen cock. You shake your head in response to his apologyâhe does not need to apologize, you tell him softlyâbefore gently rubbing his back as he rides out the last final waves of his orgasm. (Itâs a long wave of pleasureâyouâve witnessed Kyryll fall apart quite a few times before. You like to consider your intimate life a display of healthy passion. Itâs never lasted like this before, thoughâyou donât think you would forget it if youâd witnessed that sort ofâŠwell, spectacle seems not the kindest word for it. But itâs certainly a sight, that much is undoubtedly true. You decide not to comment on it for the sake of his feelings, howeverâyou do not wish to embarrass him any further.)
âItâs okay,â you smile into his temple as you kiss it, âI donât mind. Clothes can be washed, you know, silly.â
He pants into your neck, catching his breath for a brief moment before he reluctantly peels himself away from you. His face is even more flushedâhis skin is practically glowing, and his wings seem even brighter as they droop into his back almost self-consciously. He doesnât dare meet your eyes, as if his moment of self-indulgence is too shameful a scene for him to make peace with. You can practically hear his thoughts without him saying themâhumping against your leg like that is the least dignified thing a man could do to the woman he cares for. Utterly unrefined and uncouth, and lacking in respect.Â
You sigh, reaching to cup his cheek. âHey,â you whisper gently, âdonât worry too much. Do you feel better now?â
He looks at you miserably. Itâs only then does your gaze wander a little lowerâŠand you realize that he is still hard. Very, very, very hardâin fact, you donât think it ever stopped despite the way he clearly came undone just a moment ago.Â
âOh,â you breathe.
ââŠAs you can see,â he says shakily, âthis is not a problem that will resolve itself any time soon. Not even with your best efforts, Iâm afraid.â
âSo you need a few more rounds,â you shrug. He looks utterly horrified by your phrasing, which only makes you grin a little before you reach out to poke the tip of his nose affectionately. âI think I can handle that, babyââ
âNo.â His voice sharpens, though thereâs still that tremor of restraint beneath it. âYou have already done far more than I deserve, my light. I will tend to the rest on my own. You should goâfor your own sake, if not for mine. Though it pains me to watch you leave, it is the wisest course until I have recovered from thisâŠcondition of mine.â
âIâm not leaving,â you frown, your tone firm and unyielding.
He exhales, long and weary. âYou are impossibly stubborn. Funny that you would have accused me of being just that, not too long ago.â
âIâm not!â you protest. âLook at youâyou look like youâre in pain.â
âIf you would kindly refrain from voicing such mortifying observations aloud,â he says with a tired sigh, âit would preserve what fragile shred of dignity I still possess, my dearest.â
You roll your eyes fondly.Â
You and Kyryll are an oddly functioning couple. You only just started calling him by his first name a few weeks ago. Before that, he was simply Flins. Mister Flins, before that, when he was just a ratnik who had saved you from a creature of the wild hunt.Â
Do be careful when you wander at night, Miss, he had said politely.Â
And then he had been off on his way. You run into him time and time and time and time again after that. Itâs an odd way the world works, you like to thinkâhow you can meet someone so often after one encounter when just days before, youâd never been aware of their existence. How they can bleed into everything you know so suddenly, like theyâd been there this entire time, even when youâd known nothing of them for so long. Your usual places, your usual routes and paths, your usual stops. All of them have been the same for long enough that you wonder if perhaps they have merged with your cells and become part of who you are.Â
The one thing that was never there before was him. And then, as if the Gods had willed it, he was. Always, in every corner, it was Mister Flins.Â
How funny of a way the world works that things are thrust into your small bubble against your will, invading the tiny space of what you know and becoming one with all the things you hold dear.Â
Mister Flins at the market buying spices at the same time as you. Mister Flins walking down the same path as you are as he makes his way to his superiorâs office. Mister Flins in the area to fix some broken part of his lamp. Mister Flins and a drink he asks to grab with you when you both happen to be free. Flins after thatâhe asks you kindly to drop the Mister. Flins and a nice dinner that he offers the bill for instantly. Flins at your place of work to escort you home in the eveningâitâs dark out, you know, Miss. Flins in your kitchen as you make lunch while heâs in the area. Flins and that coat of his that he likes to drape over your couch when heâs here to stay for a while. Flins when you wake up in the morning, and heâs still there, tangled in the sheets with you. Flins who asks you to call him Kyryll, if you would acceptâitâs only fair that two people who are courting use their proper names.Â
How long of a way you have comeâfrom calling him Mister and hoping if you might ever run into him again, to whispering Kyryll like itâs a prayer and letting yourself into his home as you please. How far of a way you still have to goâhe is still too embarrassed to be open with the physical desire that consumes him so wholly despite being intimate with you so many times before.Â
You wonder if a decade from now, Kyryll will warn you in advance that he will experience this same thing once more. If this time, instead of hiding from you, he might ask you to help him, take care of him. If heâll trust you and put aside his composure and be fragile in your hands, so that you can carefully curl your hand and cup him in there, keeping him tucked into your hold, protected from the world.Â
You sigh, shaking your head in fondness before you gently murmur, âIf you would just shove aside your pride for a moment and understand that I do not find shame in your nature, then perhaps we might both have an enjoyable time. I donât dislike being intimate with you, you knowâit isnât as though itâs a chore for me.â
He swallows, mulling over your words before his shoulders ease. A loose, breathless chuckle slips past his lips. âYou are remarkably eager to bed me, my love.â
âDonât be so smug,â you scoff, stepping toward him as your arms curl around his neck.Â
He hums, burying his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and inhaling deeply, breathing in the scent of you. You can still feel the throbbing length tucked away in his tight pantsâbut you let him set his own pace for how he wants to do this. This is about him, you remind yourself, him and hisâŠwhatever this fever is called that has consumed him and turned him into a sexual-haze induced version of himself with mythical features you did not think people of this world could possess.Â
You hesitate, voice gentle. âSoâŠis this basicallyâŠlike a rut or something?â
Kyryll stills, then exhales slowly against your skin. His laugh is quiet, resignedâthe sound of a man who has given up on maintaining dignity. âIf you insist on using such a barbaric term, then yes,â he murmurs, voice low and rueful. âIt is something akin to that.â
âAh,â you nod, trying not to grin. âGood to know.â
He lifts his head, eyes narrowing in faint amusement. âI can feel you laughing at me.â
âI would never,â you lie, smiling sweetly. Silence lingers for a beat before your curiosity wins out. âBut waitâhow come I never see your features like this? The ears, the wingsâŠâ your gaze drifts downward and back up again, âIâve seen you naked plenty before, and those wings definitely werenât there then.â
A soft sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes, the faintest trace of embarrassment lacing his tone. âI can usually hide them,â he admits quietly. âMost of my kind evolved to conceal the traits that set us apart. The wings, the earsâI have learned to keep them hidden away to pass unnoticed among humans.â His wings twitch faintly behind him, betraying his irritation. âBut in this stateâŠâ his voice roughens slightly, âI cannot maintain that restraint. They emerge on their own.â
You hum thoughtfully. âSo your wings come out when youâre horny.â
He groans, shoulders slumping. âYou do have an unmatched talent for vulgar phrasing, my light.â
âI like to think itâs one of my more endearing qualities,â you grin, brushing a fingertip along the curve of his ear until he shivers. âDonât you?â
He gives you a lookâhalf exasperation, half resigned fondness. âEndearing is one word for it,â he murmurs dryly. âThere are others I might choose.â
âCharming? Irresistible? The light of your lonely, dark little life?â you suggest, all innocent eyes.
âInsufferable,â he says immediately.
You press a hand to your chest in mock offense. âYou wound me. Truly, so mean.â
âYouâll recover.â His lips twitch, betraying amusement. âYou always do.â
You grin wider, leaning closer so your noses almost brush. âOnly because I am so fond of you. The things I endure in order to love you are what some might consider horrors, you know.â
âIâve watched you survive far worse than my teasing,â he replies, arching a brow. You hum thoughtfully.Â
âTrue,â you whisper as you bite back a grin, âso surely, I can handle you when you are not entirely yourself.â
He exhales, a sound caught somewhere between a sigh and a laughâsoft, endeared. âIncorrigible,â he murmurs, though the word loses its bite when you rise on your toes and press your lips to his.
The kiss starts tentative, almost cautious. You test the waters, and he trembles faintly against you, as though afraid he might hurt you just by touching. But when you tilt your head and draw him closer by the back of his neck, that restraint begins to crack. His hands find your waist, firm yet so achingly soft the way that Kyryll always is, and he kisses you againâdeeper this time. Harder. Like he means it. The kind of kiss that steals the breath right out of your lungs as he inhales it for himself.
You feel his heartbeat where your palms rest against his bare chest, and the faint shiver of his wings brushing against your hands as they travel from his sternum to his back. When you part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath uneven, the tips of his pointy, adorable little ears flushed a faint shade of rose.
âAre you sure?â he whispers, his voice hoarse with longing.
âPositive,â you breathe, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. He presses a kiss to the pad of your finger before nodding.Â
âYouâll try to stop me if itâs too much? Perhaps we should keep something heavy nearby so you may hit me if I do not listen to reasonâI will certainly survive the blow andââ
âI am not hitting your head, Kyryll,â you gape, âand Iâm not backing out, either. Now fuck meâI want you.â
âMust you say it just like that?â he asks tiredly.Â
You giggle, nodding as you murmur, âHow else will I prove my enthusiasm to feel you?â
That seems to undo him completely. He looks at you for a momentâgood and long and hard before he kisses you again. This time, itâs with the kind of fervor that feels almost desperate now, stumbling a little as you both move in a tangle of limbs through the quiet rooms of his home. His hand stays at the small of your back, guiding you blindly toward the bedroom, though his mouth never leaves yours for long.
The journey there is clumsy and impatientâyou nearly trip over a low stool in your rush, and he catches you with a low laugh that melts against your lips. His wings flutter, brushing against furniture, fragile things trembling with the same tension that threads through his entire body. He moans into your mouth every few moments, unable to keep his usual composure and bite back the sounds. You like this version of Kyryllâthe version that makes his pleasure a loudly known fact rather than a politely kept secret.Â
By the time your knees hit the edge of his bed, heâs panting harshly, worked back up to impatience for release as his body burns with tension.
âThis is your last chance to leave while you easily can, you know,â he says lowlyâhis voice thick, hoarse, and edged with something that no longer sounds entirely human. Each word rasps as though dragged through gravel, deeper and rougher than before, echoing faintly in his chest before reaching you. The sound sends a shiver down your spineânot from fear, but from the strange, thrilling feeling of want piercing through your spine.Â
You meet his gaze steadily. âIâm not backing out,â you say, your voice so firm and sure.
He closes his eyes, jaw tightening as though your words physically pull at the fraying thread of his control. âYou do not understand what you invite, my light.â
âI donât want to understand,â you whisper, reaching for him, âI just want you.â
His breath stutters at the touch. For a moment, he seems frozen, torn between his care for you and his instinct of desire. Thenâas if his biology finally wins overâwhatever fragile barrier heâs built around himself shatters. The sound that escapes him is low, almost feral, but still unmistakably him.Â
âI told you,â he says gruffly, âI will not be guided by my affections. Yet you insist so firmly to see a version of me that only fucks you with instinct aloneâis that what you truly want? A man as depraved and senseless as this? What little regard for your fragile, human body,â he chuckles.Â
His mouth claims yours before you can replyâhard and bruising and all teeth, filled with a relentless urgency. You gasp, arching into his touch as his large, impatient hands tug you closer by your clothes. (So this is what he meant, you thinkâKyryll is utterly lacking in his typical gentleness. Noâin fact, his gentleness is completely gone.)
Your clothes are torn off in a swift motion. He does not bother disrobing you, does not bother taking his time to admire you, or tease you, or simply just bask in the moment of being so intimately close to you. Instead, he grabs the fabric with a rough hand, pulls with more force than youâve ever seen from him, and tears the fabric without remorse. You gasp at the sight of it being completely irreparable.Â
âKyryll!â you hiss, âsoiling clothes is one thing, but destroying them is an entirely separateââ
âEnough,â he cuts in, voice low and edged. âThey were in my way. I will not waste time with trivial barriers.â
You shiver at the sound of such a rough tone in his voice. Long gone is the delicate, well-mannered, and well-spoken man you knowâlong gone is his patience and sweetness and lingering precision in everything he does.Â
His hands squeeze at your hips in appreciation as he marvels at the sight of your curves and bare skin. âMmh, and to think I was going to deny myself such a splendid giftâwhere such patience had graced me, even I myself cannot tell. No matterâI will make the most of such a wonderful blessing.âÂ
Youâre drippingâhis words alone, his sheer desire to use you alone, have made the ache between your legs worsen, and the pool of slick collecting there does the same. It coats your inner thighs, and when he roughly spreads your legs apart, humming at the sigh of your bare cunt, you whimper.Â
âWhat a sight,â he groans, âI cannot wait until I am buried in the warmth of such a beautiful, perfect cunt.â
He is much less hesitant to use filthier words, too, you realize. And less focused on you and your pleasure as his fingers sink past the velvety walls of your pussy, curling deep into that spongy, sensitive spot that makes you mewl. Nothing about this is gentle. Nothing about it is thoughtful and giving and filled with adoration like Kyryll always is when he beds you. Nothing about it puts your pleasure above all else and does it for the sole purpose of making you feel good and feel his devotion.Â
No. Instead, Kyryll fucks his fingers into you because he needs you prepped and ready to take his cock. He also wants to feel the warmth of your walls flutter around his fingers because his mind is in a filthy haze. You can tell because the way he groans as his fingers pump into you, scissoring and stretching you open, has nothing to do with the way you gasp and twitch from pleasure, but everything to do with the wet, squelching sound he hears and that shiny, messy essence that he sees coating his fingers.Â
âSo warm,â he moans, âhow long before I can sink the entirety of my cock into such a perfectly awaiting pussy, I wonder.â
âK-Kyryll, pleaseââ
âSay that again,â he demands, âsay my name like that again. Say it.â
âKyryll,â you sob brokenly. His fingertips are so cruel, slamming and curling into that sensitive spot so rough and fast, so impatient to get you gushing around him so that you are ready to take his cock with ease. âMâgo-gonnaâŠgonna cumâfuck!â
âThere it is, my dove,â he smiles, pleased. âI knew you would do wellâafter all, you always give me just what I want, donât you? Itâs what you know best, isnât it? Such a good, obedient human.âÂ
Your orgasm doesnât last longâitâs not like the usual sort of high Kyryll coaxes out of you. Itâs not soft and prolonged and doesnât make you slip into a hazy, blissful state that makes you feel like youâre floating. Instead, it all but makes you black out, a wave of pleasure that absolutely wrecks you and shocks your body right to its core. Itâs impatient and fast, and when you come down from the split second of pure white-hot pleasure, he is already there, studying your fluttering walls and humming in approval.Â
âI think you are sufficiently ready, donât you think, my dear?â he all but growls.Â
You watch deliriously as he unzips his pants, quickly shrugging them and his boxers off in a swift movement and freeing his cockâand oh. You have seen his cock. You have taken his cock down your throat and deep in your walls, and youâve felt the weight of it in your hand. You are not a stranger to the sight of Kyryllâs cock, but you are a stranger to his version of itâthe version of it that has thicker veins that are practically glowing along the side of his length. The version of it that has messy, runny, iridescent pre cum leaking from the tip and coating his pink, flushed cockhead. The version of it that looks even bigger and thicker, and longer than you remember it.Â
You gasp at the sheer sight of it, instinctively pressing your thighs together inâŠin what? You do not even know. In fear? In excitement? In need of relief at the sheer excitement it sends through your aching core, or in need of a break before youâve even begun from the sheer size of it that will surely break you.Â
âOh my god,â you whisper, âoh my god, itâŠitâs not going to fit,â you shake your head. âK-Kyryll, youâllâŠyouâll break me.â
âWill I?â he chuckles, slightly mocking as he leans down and presses a flurry of kisses along your jaw, sucking and biting at your skin before he makes his way to your neck and inhales the scent of you once more. It occurs to you then that perhaps the scent of you has only been driving him more mad this whole timeâthat with the way heâs taken every opportunity to sniff at your skin, he must be absolutely overwhelmed by the scent of you. âI specifically remember you saying you would not mind doing this with me and that it was not a chore. Why the sudden change of heart?â
âL-look at theâŠthe size ofâŠof it!â you stutter, âthat is not what it usually is!â
âWe will easily make it fit, my dove,â he hums, ânot to worry. There is no doubt that this pretty cunt will open up nice and slowly for meâafter all, she is a good, good girl, isnât she?â
He traces a thumb over your clit as he says thatâand when you whine, jolting from the touch, he chuckles in a sick, almost twisted form of amusement. Without warning, he grabs a leg, hooking it over his shoulder as his hand squeezes the meat of your thigh and groans.Â
âYou were made for my taking,â he says, staring at your body as though heâs in a heavy trance. His eyes are wide and dilated, unfocused and almost wild as he rakes them over every section of bare skin he can. âI am going to take great pleasure in feeling the tight warmth of you wrapped around meâwhat a wonderful fate life has granted me, indeed.â
With that, he leans down to hover over you, and the knee tossed over his shoulder bends and practically meets your chest as he closes the gap and kisses you roughly. The thick, blunt head of his cock meets the entrance of your cunt, pushing past the folds slowly, carefully for a moment that you almost think that this is your Kyryllâthe Kyryll that you know and love.Â
But then, with a rough snap of his hips, heâs pressed a good amount of his length into you, stretching you with a burning girth that makes you cry out in a sharp mewl. âT-too much, baby,â you sob, âw-waitââ
âYou can take it, my dear,â he insists, kissing away the tears with chapped, warm lips that feel nothing like the usual soft and cool ones youâre used to. You hardly recognize the man who is taking you, and yetâŠand yet, you cannot help but fall in love even deeper with him in this state. Every fiber of your existence should scream to run, but instead, they long to be intertwined with him. Threaded into the very fibers of his own existence, living tangled and one with him.Â
Heâs right. You can take himâand you do. He snaps his hips one more time and buries the rest of himself into you, completely down to the hilt and completely filling you up until you feel almost certain that you can feel him in your throat and lungs.Â
âS-so big,â you gasp, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him as your walls flutter around the intrusion of his thick, swollen cock. He groans, wings fluttering behind him impatiently as he waits for you to give the signal that youâre ready for him to moveâhe still has enough sense in his system for that much kindness. âS-so full, babyâmâso full.â
âYes,â he says hoarsely, âwhat a sweet, precious girl, you areâtaking me so well. Such a darling light I have that takes me so well and doesnât complain. I simply adore you, my dove.â
You mewl at the praise, clawing at his back with your nails as you pull him closerâand impatiently, with a jolt of your hips, you plead, âM-move! Move, pleaseâŠneed to feel you so bad.â
Your hands rub along his backâand without the same careful, gentle precision as before, you rub at the base of his wings, too. Friction at the delicate, sensitive, almost painful nerve-endings at his wings that respond to your touch by twitching harshly. He lets out a gasp, jolting with a low, drawn-out moan that is obscenely loud. Obscene. Kyryll is never much of an obscene sight even in the throes of pleasure, but you suppose such a frenzied, desperate state of mind would make him prioritize his composure last.Â
âF-fuckâI told you, those are sensitive,â he hisses, âyouâŠyou cannot simply just touch and feel them as you please unless you want toââ
You lean up and bite at his earlobe, effectively cutting him off as his breath gets caught in his throat. You hear the hitch before you whisper into the shell of his pointed ear, âKyryll, just fuck me already. What in the Gods' names are you waiting for?â
That makes something in him snap. Something carnal and hungry and desperate andâŠso far gone in his desires, it almost feels animalistic. His hips snap, harsh and fast, and nudge his cock deeper and deeper past your folds, pressing effortlessly against that sensitive, delicate spot in the back of your walls. Your Kyryll usually knows where that spot is; he usually aims his thrusts to kiss that spot with the blunt head of his cock purposely.Â
This Kyryll doesnât try. He doesnât even think to find your pleasure points, drilling his aching length and chasing the warm friction of the tight walls that surround him without a thought. It just so happens that naturally so, with the sheer size and girth of him, with the perfect curve of cock, he manages to find that spot anyway.Â
âFuck,â he groans, ânghâyou are soâŠso soft. So exquisite and warm and so fucking tight.â
Your legs wrap around his hips, bracing yourself for every forceful, heavy snap of his hips. Itâs fast and rough and impatient. Itâs everything your Kyryll is not. Itâs hungry and mad and vulgar. Thereâs a filthy squelching sound that mixes in with both of your pleasured soundsâa wet, filthy one that comes from skin slapping on skin and the way his cock slips in and out of your dripping cunt.Â
âIâll fill you up,â he says lowly, âthere is a perfect little womb right here,â his large hand presses against your belly, applying light pressure against it as he thrusts into you, making you wail. âAnd I intend to make good use of it. I will fill this womb up with my seed over and over againâuntil it takes. However many times I must, I will. Until you are swollen with a child that will have both the bloodline of a fae and a delicate little human.â
âP-pleaseââ
âIs that what you want?â He coos, âto have a child you can bear with half of me and you? Perhaps my eyes? Your smile? Is that what my darling little human wants?â
âY-yes,â you sob, âyes, yesâplease!â
âThen far be it from me to deny such a precious request,â he hums.Â
You moan into his mouth as he kisses you roughly. A messy dance of tongue and teeth and hot breath that you exchange between heavy panting. One hand tangles in his hair and tugs, and the other alternates between scratching into his back and rubbing over those delicate nerves at the base of his wings. You feel him jolt every time you trace themâfeel him let out a tiny whimper into your mouth when your thumb catches over a particularly delicate membrane that makes his whole body shudder.Â
âOh,â he groans roughly, âIâmâŠIâm c-closeâsoâŠso tight. Itâs neverâŠitâs never felt like this before.â
For a fleeting moment, you wonder what he means by thatâheâs fucked you plenty of times before. Plenty of times, heâs felt the slick tightness of your cunt and the warm walls that wrap around him invitingly. ThenâŠthen it occurs to you that perhapsâŠperhaps this is the first time Kyryll has ever fucked somebody at all during a rut. Perhaps he has never had the company of another while he locks himself away in his home.Â
Perhaps, all these years, heâs had nothing but the frustrating company of his own hand against his cock, a limited and lonely form of relief for that awful, throbbing ache between his legs. You imagine itâthe sight of him sprawled on his bed, bare and sweaty and painfully erect. The sight of his fist stroking his cock and squeezing at the base while he bites the palm of his hand and chokes on sounds he tries to suppress. The sight of him spilling into his hand and feeling the tremors of his pleasure all alone with no one to whisper sweet nothings to him as he comes down from the high.Â
What a lonely, awful way it must have been to ease his aches. What a lonely, awful fate he was so willingly to resign himself to again before you had wormed your way into his home and demanded an explanation from him. A part of you knows he had done it mainly out of fearâfear of hurting you and losing control. Fear of slipping too far in his desires and taking it further than he would ever dream of, and causing you harm.Â
But another part of you wonders if Kyryll is just too used to being alone. If his mind and body are accustomed to being alone during something like this, that even when his body craves the heat and closeness of someone else, even when his mind has envisioned you in less than proper ways, like heâs said himself, he is too ingrained in the habit of being alone. Being far, far away from others and handling things alone. Being far, far away from you when he thinks himself to be a burden who does not deserve your closeness or your care or your intimacy.Â
And you donât like it. You donât want his mind to think that way on default and put space between you when all you want is to be nestled into his skin and make home in his ribcage. Youâre safest thereâhe would protect you with his bones and shatter them first before anything would harm you. You know that.Â
And you want to take care of him. See the less than human parts and make them feel welcome in this big, large world where there is room for both of you to exist with your differences.Â
âHave you ever fucked someone like this, Kyryll?â You whisper, âWhen your body is flushed and warm like this? Has anyone touched these cute little wings of yours as you fucked your load into them? Held you as you come undone? Thatâs what you deserve, donât you think?â
Filthy. Thatâs how you make him feel. Thatâs how he makes you feel, too. Even when you are being sweet, you are both downright, purely filthy.Â
âNo,â he rasps, âfuckâno, I havenât. Iâve neverâŠn-never had someone before you forâŠfor this.â
âSo Iâm your first proper rut, is that it?â You manage to giggle even through his ruthless, heavy thrusts. Even as he bullies his cock into your folds as deep as itâll go, you find a way to tease and mock him.Â
(And he likes it. There is, undeniably, a part of him that excites when you do. Otherwise, you wouldnât feel him twitch inside of your cunt like that.)
âYes,â he groans loudly, dizzy with pleasure as you squeeze around him, âyesâŠmy firstâŠfirst proper one.â
His hips stutter for a moment as he says the wordsâlike heâs mulling them over and pondering on the implications of them before suddenly, your other leg is thrown over his shoulder and you cannot help but squeal in shock from the force of his body maneuvering yours. He folds you in half, and your knees are almost pressed to your chest.Â
He rolls his hips in quick, impatient thrustsâsloppy in rhythm and no longer as deliberate as they once were in pace. Heâs close. This Kyryll is so, so different from your Kyryll, but heâs still the same. You recognize the patterns as they come. That slack jaw and those eyes that flutter shut and roll to the back of his head. The deep, heavy breaths and the low, raspy grunts. The familiar way his pace becomes messy and less rhythmic as he tries to grind into you and chase the friction. And finally, the small, little twitch his cock does before he spills into you. Itâs warmâso fucking warm and thick, and it fills you up from just a few ropes.Â
âMâc-cumming,â he says hoarsely, so fragile and broken as pleasure bleeds through his veins and shoots along his nerves. âSoâŠso good, loveâyou always feel so good.â
Just like the first time he came in his pants right against your legs, he spills more seed than you ever imagined possible. It paints your walls white, and he does a careful job of fucking the load into you as it spills, never stilling for a second. You can feel it leaking from your foldsâthereâs a mess of his cum and your slick leaking past your folds and coating your inner thighs, dripping along your skin.Â
He watches, mesmerized.Â
And when a particularly sharp thrust lands, you follow him as you fall off the edge and go hurtling into your own pleasure. Itâs dizzying. Heâs never stretched you like thisâyouâve never felt veins this thick rub against your walls and drag along with such sickening friction. When you cum, you cum hardâharder than you ever have on his cock. You squeeze around him, milking him of the last of his thick ropes of cum and making sure he gives you everything he can.Â
âKyryll,â you gaspâyou chant it a few more times as you ride out the final waves of your high, unable to form anything else but the thought of his name. âOh,â you breathe, âfuck.â
He slumps over you as he finishes, catching his breath in the crook of your neck. His wings tremble faintly before folding closed, and for a long moment, the only sound is his heavy breathing and the faint hum of his heartbeat against your chest.
When he finally speaks, his voice is still rough, still deep and throaty. âI did warn you,â he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. âI told you I lose myself in this state. You insisted on testing me.â
You hum, utterly unbothered, fingers lazily combing through his damp hair. âLose yourself? That was you losing control? I must say, I expected something a little moreâŠdramatic.â
He lifts his head, giving you a look equal parts disbelief and exhaustion. âYou have the audacity to critique my performance?â
âIâm just saying,â you tease, grinning, âfor all that talk about feral instincts and uncontrollable urges, you were still very polite about it. You even romantically asked to start a family with me.â
A huff of laughter escapes him despite himself. âYou mock me even now?â
âOnly because itâs easy,â you grin, kissing his cheek. âAll that talk, and youâre already out of breath.â
A low, breathless hum escapes him. âNo need to worry,â he murmurs, voice rougher than usualâand you feel the familiar twitch of his cock. Still hard and still swollen inside you. âWe still have a long way to go before my desires are satisfied. I hope youâre prepared.â
You tilt your head back to meet his gaze, eyes widening a fraction. âOhâŠhow long?â
Kyryll smirksâthat infuriating, elegant smirk that makes you weak-kneed. âWell,â he begins, voice dipping, âI did say that fae have a lot of stamina.â
âWellâŠâ you murmur, looking at him with defiant eyes. âI still think I can handle that.â
He groans, teeth grazing the shell of your ear, âWe shall see,â he rasps, âbecause I am not finished with you yet.â
Synopsis. A bIoody trail of vampire attĂĄcks, a political marriage, and four suitors youâre forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.
In all your years being carefully primed to take over the throne, there have only been two rules you were raised under:
You live by the crown, and you will die by the crown. No matter what.Â
To stop the vampires - if your father, the king, fails to contain the bloody trail of killings before his own inevitable death, you have to. Or, more according to those tedious meetings with the table of elders, your husband will have to.
And it seems as if they were well and fully intent on enforcing that last rule as of late - with sharply increasing numbers of attacks on your local towns, the public was growing restless - and so was the royal court.Â
You werenât doing any better either - but for a wholly different reason. Â
Maybe it was paranoia, but these days, you found yourself constantly catching a flash of crystal blue in the corner of your eye. Or hearing a sweet, sweet whisper in your ear deep at night. Maybe even a soft run of fingers down your spine as you were readied for yet another ball - hands much too large to be any of your ladies-in-waiting.
Like something was watching.Â
Waiting.Â
âAnd then I- your highness, are you listening?â
That familiar, grating voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and youâre gasping in embarrassment as you turn back to the prattling man in front of you.Â
âMy apologies, Lord Naoya.â you smile tightly, desperate to finish up yet another conversation about his latest cavalry expeditions. Nodding dismissively, âJust tired, please continue with your ah- wonderful tales.â
But of course, when he starts right back from the very beginning to âcover the key points you missedâ, your stomach turns when you realize that you wonât be escaping any time soon. Great. Wonderful. Perfect.
God, future suitors your ass. Youâd been taught that thereâs no such company as âbad companyâ when youâre an heir to a kingdom, but this has been the fourth royal ball this month - and the biggest one yet. The fourth night you had to listen to another uptight lord show off his sparse battle medals, or another elder snide about how youâd be useless against the dangers of vampires.
You knew it was likely some coping mechanism with the grim deaths this week, but surely the nobles were tired of all this silly dancing? You sure were.Â
Gauzy dress just a bit too tight, sighs just a bit too loud than was permitted for the princess, you let your gaze wander across the brilliant ballroom. Those intricate gowns, the huge reflective wall, those little pastries you really wish you could walk away from this conversation and-
Blue.Â
Crystal blue.
âWait! Did you see-â you startle, and it disappears as fast as it appeared. Your heavy skirts sway as you whirl around to uselessly track that odd burst of color, âDid you see that?â
âI know!â Naoya gasps, making you turn your head in excitement. âThe light reflects off my medal so gorgeously! Oh, and this one-â
Dammit.Â
All through your life, it was this same color thatâd been flitting occasionally through your vision, now haunting you almost every day.
You didnât know where to look to find that familiar blue again - and you didnât want to stand here waiting to find out. At the very least, your ears have definitely been assaulted with enough talk about horses and how âabsolutely enormousâ Lord Naoyaâs weaponry at the Zenin Estate was.
Compensating, you muse.
The thought helps you plaster on a grin to your face, humming in a saccharine-sweet tone, âIt pains me to cut through, my lord.â It really didnât. âAnd Iâd love to chat more later, but I think I hear my lady-in-waiting calling for me.â
He sputters, breathing out a few profanities under his breath that you catch. An arm raising as if to keep you in place, âNow, wait a minute-â
Youâre angling your body expertly to make your dash. Batting your lashes deceivingly innocently, âOh? What was that?â you cup your ear. âI hear her again- I really do apologize, but feel free to recount your valiant um- fairy tales in a letter.â
âBut your father-â
Not waiting to hear the rest of his response, you barely even bother with a polite curtsy before determinedly weaving your way through the stuffy ballroom. Nodding by the nobles greeting you, waving past the throng of young lords that wanted to reel you into more conversation. Your satiny feet taking you anywhere but here - anywhere but where you could feel the still, heavy gaze of something burning into your back as you escaped.Â
You just prayed that it was only a miffed Naoya and nothing else.
It was around this time that the orchestra struck up another upbeat waltz, and with most people pairing off on the dance floor, barely anyone noticed you tip-toeing out of the ballroom.Â
âGod-â youâre letting out a sigh of relief when you reach the long hallway, rubbing at your throbbing temples. âThe next ball they host, mâgonna conveniently disappear, I swear.â
You didnât care enough for what matchmaking would happen in the future anyway, no matter what the elders may tell you.Â
Your ballgown swishes with every urgent step through the quiet, dimly-lit corridors. Maybe a bit too quiet.Â
Strange. You knew that not many nobles would be wandering around the palace during a ball but, surely you canât be the only one here? Where were the guards?
Just then, a soft winter breeze puffs against your left ear - and you inhale sharply. âWha- hello?â you shudder, gaze darting around. âAnyone there?â But when only silence greets you, youâre struck with the sudden thought that the windows along the hallway were closed.Â
Where did the wind come from?
The realization has you taut with goosebumps pricking at your skin, your pace increasing ever-so-slightly. Gulping, you round the corner quickly, making a beeline for the closest haven you could find - the library.
Ducking past the towering stone archway, you hastily slam the door closed. It takes you a few seconds to get used to the darkness inside. With silvery moonlight ribbons filtering in through the curtained windows, you could just barely make out the rows upon rows of books youâd pestered your father into lining. Surrounded by heavyset tables, and your favorite, cushioned armchair. Luxurious, yet completely dwarfed when seating the lone silhouette-
âIf this is an attack, then I surely donât mind.â
âFuck-â you scream, reflexively grabbing the nearest book spine you could reach to throw in the direction of the shadow. âShow yourself.â
Somehow, itâs as if the book bounces off an invisible forcefield, plopping down unceremoniously onto the velvety carpet right in front of the tall figure.Â
âAnd here I thought princesses usually curtseyed.â that deep, honeyed voice cuts right through your heavy breathing. He makes a move to get up - languid, and torturous, as if he enjoyed your agonizing suspense. âWell, maybe I do prefer being pelted by a- hey, that doesnât mean pick up another book!â
In a split-second, you were brandishing a weighty encyclopedia this time - holding it firmly behind your head in a ready stance to throw once again.Â
âShow yourself.â
The man sighs, stepping into a channel of low light. It illuminated his stature - taller than youâd thought, towering well above most of the generals in the royal court. Muscled, yet lean - powerful, the thought strikes you. Magnetizing.Â
Someone from outside the kingdom, you observe, otherwise youâd have remembered that cloudy white hair, strands falling over a strange, black blindfold stretched across the upper half of his face. Leaving you only a set of high cheekbones, and a pert, pretty mouth to admire.
One that curls into such a mischievous smirk of neat pearly whites, and a tiny dimple digging into his cheek. âNow, Iâve never had anyone this eager to see me.â He drops into a courteous bow at the waist, expensive blue fabrics rippling. âFrom the North kingdom, Satoru, at your service, princess.â
Your hand falters - partially because of the heavy weight, partially because you recognised that gold âGâ insignia in the middle of this stranger- Satoruâs uniform. The Gojo family.Â
That mysterious, estranged kingdom from the Northern part of the country that hadnât been seen since you were young. Youâd heard stories of them - everyone in this vast country had, it was impossible not to. Of their cruel winters and even crueler king, how blood stained every room in his palace. It was rumored he was a monster, and yet, no one ever saw his face - if they did, they never lived to tell the tale.Â
You knew your father had invited the king to every single ball out of diplomatic obligation, but heâd never attended. Never even bothered to respond.Â
So who was this?
âNo one. Just a lowly attendant accompanying my king, your highness.â youâre jolting when he purrs, a brow quirking at just how he knew what you were thinking. âThe question ah- showed on your face, my apologies.â
Finding your voice, âUm, I apologize, too, Satoru-â You note the lack of a last name, â-for the book. I canât imagine being hit with Yagaâs 1001 Methods to Crochet was a very warm welcome.â And like a little truce, youâre placing down the encyclopedia in your hand. Flashing him your most practiced smile, âI bet youâre hiding out here for the same reasons as me, then.â
That draws out a pretty laugh from him, bubbly and boyish. âMhm, the ladies just refuse to leave you alone, too?â
âWell, more like the lords there.â
He hums, something that sends a chill down your spine. Words just a little strained, âNot much for bragging about horses?âÂ
And suddenly, you get the urge to snark back, huffing in a way you know your preparational teacher would faint at. âAbsolutely not. Iâd rather face a vampire than listen to Naoya and the âabsolutely enormousâ weaponry he uses to-â
â-compensate!â
â-compensate.â the two of you finish at the same time. âI like this place a lot better, itâs quiet- thoughâŠâ your voice trails off in wonder. âItâs strange, guests arenât supposed to be allowed in the library unsupervised.â His jaw clenches when your eyes sweep him, âWe are supposed to have a few guards here but I donât know where-â
All of a sudden, itâs like youâre being splashed with cold water. And your words are dying on your tongue when the room drops a few degrees in temperature.Â
Satoru is unnervingly still, yet he catches onto your slight shiver. âThis damned wind, am I right?â And heâs gesturing at the windows with his head. The closed windows. Words tumbling quickly from those pink lips now, âAnyways- why donât you sit down-â He prowls towards you, slow, confident. Large hands rest at your arms, theyâre pale, surprisingly cold - guiding you easily to sit on the unoccupied armchair. â-since mâbeing nice enough to let you hide out here.â
His words drip with tease, and you still couldnât see his eyes, but you imagined theyâd be twinkling. No one ever dared to speak to you this way - it was always either thinly-veiled condescension or fear towards royalty.Â
Surprisingly, you didnât mind.Â
You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. âYeah? Well what do I owe you in return for that, Satoru?â
His lips part, as if not expecting this response. Before letting out another sharp cackle at your expense, âWell, why donât you-â You canât tear your eyes away from his magnetic figure when Satoru begins unbuttoning his flowing coat to reveal a snow-white shirt underneath. Wrapping it snug around your shoulders in one, fluid motion, a hand of his tilts your head towards him. â-give me your soul?â
The Gojo emblem burns into your back, and Satoruâs deep, almost raspy tone rings in your ears. It sounded like a joke - but looking into his ethereal features, there was no trace of a grin on what you could see of it. And once again, youâre struck by the pure power radiating off of him.Â
You hoped it was a joke.
âS-soulâs not for sale.â you manage to choke out, trying to make it look like you werenât breathing in his metallic, peppermint scent. Heady. Pulling the soft fabric tighter around your cold body, âSteep price for a hideout, donât you think?â
âSâa discount for you, flower.â his chilling breath fans your face. Letting out hushed, âHeh, you should see the prices I charge others.â
Youâre reeling, face burning, âFlower?â
âBecause youâre shaking like one, see?â The pads of his fingers move from under your chin to trace up, up, up the goosebumps on your exposed arms. Somehow, you canât bring yourself to pull away.
Hypnotic.Â
And his steps are soundless as he walks over behind you, the moonlight giving him an angelic halo. Haunting, almost. âAnd youâre just as gorgeous, like a wild rose. Way too gorgeous for the fuckinâ bastards out there, might I add, princess.â
The nerve!
Heart pounding, you turn around to- call him out for his disrespect? Snap back? Accept the compliment?
You donât know - and you donât get to find out, either. Because before your eyes can search for Satoruâs mysterious figure, the door to the library is slamming open with a deafening bang!
âAh! There you are!â your lady-in-waitingâs relieved voice floods your ears. And sheâs barging in with no comment about your sudden stiffness, or that foreign coat around your shoulders. âWeâve been looking everywhere for you, your highness. His majesty is just about to make his speech of the night and needs you there.â
Shit, out of all the scandals.Â
âI- I can explain.â Youâre desperately trying to catch Satoruâs eye to make up an excuse for why youâre alone with a strange man away from the ball, shooting from your seat to look around the library. âWeâre just-â
The suddenly empty library.Â
âYes yes, I understand that the balls arenât exactly your favorite pastime.â The oblivious girl is pushing you towards the door, brown eyes narrowed. âBut weâve got to get going now.â
Despite her wrangling you outside, you manage to sneak a few glances backwards, straining to see if he was hiding in the shadows. Only to be met with a now-rumpled armchair and the still, dark bookshelves. As bare as if Satoru never existed - the only proof of his existence being a sad copy of Yagaâs 1001 Methods to Crochet lying on the ground.Â
And yet, you canât help but feel a pair of eyes on you.Â
You feel it all through the short walk back to the ballroom, Nobaraâs excited chatter about how finely your all-new coat was made filtering through one ear and out the next. Even when you reach the edge of the dance floor, even when you feel every single other eye in the room on you - you feel it.Â
âUm, Nobara.â you whisper, discreetly shuffling the coat off your shoulders. âPlease take this to my chambers for me.â
The younger girl is positively bursting at the seams, murmuring conspiratorially to you, âSo is this where you were? With who- The âGâ what does that-â
âAh! My daughter!â Saved by your fatherâs booming voice - though, you wouldnât consider it too much of a salvation when youâre immediately being whisked away to the high platform your fatherâs throne was seated on. His arms spread wide to greet you in a hug despite stiff etiquette.Â
âYouâre late.â he whispers in your ear.
Itâs all you can do to manage out a quiet, âS-Sorry.â
Without another word, heâs addressing the congregation in the middle of the dance ballroom again. More ruler than father at this very moment. âMy people, we are gathered here today to dance, to sing, to forget about the horrors happening in our beloved nation.â To large murmurs of agreement he continues, âAnd despite it all, itâs a reality we must all live with. Me, especially, as your king, have a duty to fulfill.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and you wonder where this is all going - your father never brought up vampires during a time like this. Never.Â
Clearing his throat, âAnd as we all know, Iâm not getting any younger here, unfortunately. Which is why-â He claps his hands once, and three figures - one of which being Naoya, amongst two other nobles you briefly recognized - step forward from the crowd. âAh- there should be one more- Anyway, after thorough consideration with the table of elders, we have decided to go forward with the betrothal process for my dear daughter here. With the joining of hands will not only be the joining of kingdoms - but the joining of arms, and our people shall prevail as one over the vampires.â
You think you might stop breathing, eyes burning and trained firmly on the ground. This had been a topic of conversation - well, more the elders conversing while you skipped out on every meeting once this discussion was brought up.Â
You knew this would happen. You knew. But now? At this very moment? All you can do is stand there and listen while he rattles off.Â
âI know four of the- erm, three of the most eligible young suitors of the land will do their utmost to vie for her heart - and her hand. No easy task I tell you.â Your fists clench, head swimming. âAnd in a weekâs time, we will hold the grand ball to announce my successor.â
Shit - a week. A week.
Somewhere in your line of vision you see - you feel that spark of blue. And youâre raising your head to cheers echoing from all around the room, and still no sign of where those eyes are.Â
âThe next time we meet, will be with the future king and queen!â
Fuck.Â
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That night was spent with a few too many tears, and a consoling Nobara at your side all until daybreak. And if you held onto that comforting, peppermint-scented coat through it all, well, you were only glad that you seemed too pitiful for her to question it.Â
Feeling much more composed and only slightly less bitter about the prospect of being married off to a stuck-up noble you didnât know, you made your way to breakfast the next morning. An affair usually spent with your father, or in the palace gardens - but this time, surrounded by four suitors under the guise of getting to know you. Sizing each other up, maybe.Â
âAh, your highness, good morning!â you sweetly reciprocate the greetings once youâre escorted into the dining room, taking your seat at the very end of the long, mahogany table.Â
Sighing you take in the scene - on your left was Lord Naoya from last night, the same sharp grins and shifty eyes as you remembered. Seated beside him was the young duke of the Kashimo clan - hair striking, his battle staff laid out next to him on the table. Intimidating.Â
But nothing in comparison to the hulking man on your right, it seemed as if his uniform was on the verge of bursting. Face sullen, letting his pink locks fall into place - Sukuna, you think you remember.Â
âYour highness.â Ichiji bows, taking his place supervising the breakfast. âI am afraid our guests from the Northern kingdom will not be able to attend this breakfast today. He sends his deepest apologies. B-but-â His face-paled, looking scarred for life. â-he did have his um- attendant send this note-â
Youâre gratefully taking the creamy scrap of paper before the words have even left Ichijiâs mouth, flipping it over to reveal slanted, beautiful calligraphy - Apologies for the sudden departure last night, flower. And I hope you forgive my king for not being here to deter the talk of horses - duty holds both man and beast from freedom. Worry not, we will be seeing your sweet smile again soon. But, for now, give those three bastards a rude gesture from me.
You giggle, tucking away the note. A tiny pang of disappointment hitting you out of nowhere at the lack of that gold âGâ emblem anywhere along the table - and more importantly, the white-haired enigma that would follow.
All three men were glowering, yet begrudgingly plowing on with their conversation from before as you settled. Not having the energy to contribute, you listened in.Â
â-this would never have happened in my estate.â
âOh buzz off-â Kashimo interrupts Naoya, before throwing a guilty look your way at his crass words. As if you didnât say worse. âApologies, your highness. As I was saying-â he turns back to the man. âDonât think we havenât heard of those vampire killings in your court that you tried to cover up, your defense isnât as impenetrable as you want it to seem, Naoya.â
That causes you to raise your brow - and evidently, Sukunaâs as well. âThat so? Little fraud, arenât ya, Zenin?â
The shorter man sputters indignantly, âYou- you little- you call me a fraud and yet youâre the only one who didnât bother to help investigate last night? Got something to hide, oh king-of-curses?â
âTch, shut up.â That little nickname ticked something off in Sukuna, and his grip on his delicate fork tightens. Smirk intentionally bared to piss off, âItâs just because when the princess marries me, she wonât have to worry about vampires attacking guards in the middle of a ball.â
Wait, what?
âYeah right, you and what army because I have an absolutely enormous-â
âWhat do you mean?â Your smooth voice cuts through their bickering, and all three men freeze, gazes snapping to you as if theyâd already forgotten you were there. âI didnât hear about any killings last night.â
If you thought they were tense before then you werenât prepared for right now - shoulders raising in surrender, for all their blabbering, not a word was uttered after your accusatory question. After a few beats of silence, you scoff in frustration, turning towards your escort, squirming and avoiding your pointed stare at the very corner of the room.Â
âIchiji.â The man looked like he could positively give anything to blend into the meticulously hand-painted flowers on the wall. âIchiji, tell me what happened.âÂ
âP-princess!â he yelps, adjusting his glasses. âI- Iâm afraid the king said- please I canât-â
âIchijiâŠâ
âP-please donât banish me-â
Youâre on your feet now, cornering the poor man. Mentally, you make a note to give him a raise. Eyes narrowing, âI wonât banish you, but as the future queen I have a right to know, donât I?â
â...â
â...please?â
And the remaining men had been watching with morbid fascination as you worked your magic. They were already aware that the frail attendant was the weakest link out of them all, but what they certainly did not expect was exactly how weak.Â
It only took a single bat of your lashes before his pale cheeks colored an almost-concerning pink. Eyes scrunching shut in embarrassment, as the words spilled from his lips. Neverending and slurring with haste as he speaks in one breath, âTh-three of the guards stationed near the outer corridor and library wing were found killed by a vampire last night before you retired for the night, your highness. Their b-bodies were disposed of, and this in combination with all the recent killings was why the king hurried the announcement for your engagement. B-but, his majesty decreed that this never be relayed to you in order to keep you in high spirits after the betrothal eep-!â
âIs- is that so?â you breathe, eyes wide. Taking one last look at the four speechless men, before walking out of the tall doorway. âI seem to have lost my appetite, I will be heading for my chambers now. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay, my lords.â
Shit shit shit - how did you not notice?Â
Maybe you walked right past the killer last night and didnât even realize - who knows what couldâve been hiding in the shadows. How did you not realize? How did you not see?
Just then, a thought strikes you - did Satoru see?
---
Itâs one of the whirlwind of questions ringing around in your mind even by the time you hear a steady knock on your door. Jolting you upright from where you splayed out on your plush, silken bed, rows upon rows of books on vampires haphazardly surrounding you.
Peering out of your large window, you notice the hues of pink and red painting the sky, a big red sun just dipping below the horizon - shit, when did you even fall asleep?Â
âCome in.â you answer, voice scratchy. Rubbing away the sleep in your eyes, you could barely make out the hazy outline of Ichiji standing in your doorway.Â
âAh- your highness, I apologize for waking you up.â he bows. âBut master Kashimo will be headed out for a late-night hunt at this very moment, and requested your presence shall you wish it. He noticed that you seemed upset at breakfast, and wanted to make it up to you.â
You take a moment to mull over the question - it certainly was rude for you to just ignore your guests all day. And considering you might just be marrying one of them, it wouldnât kill anyone to actually get to know them.
âAlright.â you reply, voice even. And your answer seems to surprise the other man, âTell Tsukumo to get my gear ready, I will be down as soon as I change.â
âY-yes, princess! I will call for Nobara to help you get dressed.â
As the door shut once more behind him, you threw off your heavy blanket- and your coat? Satoruâs coat, which had evidently been draped around your upper half. Heart stuttering, you didnât remember putting that on beforeâŠ
Hm, you had to thank Nobara for that later.
---
Hunting with Kashimo was, unexpectedly, dull.Â
âSoâŠâ you drag your words, trying to fill the tense silence. âWhat is it that weâre actually hunting for-â
âShhh-â you hear for about the third time this past hour. A brow of yours quirking at the way it seemed like the two of you had been wandering the woods belonging to your kingdomâs estate for hours, and you still didnât know what it was you were supposed to be looking for.Â
Alright, perhaps hunting wasnât the best opportunity to get to know your potential future husband.Â
âMy lordâŠâ you call out warily, already aware of the dukeâs affinity for hunting. âMaybe we should rest for a bit, after all, the stars are out already and the moon is so bright.â
He barely even turns to look back at you, âNo time. The woods belonging to your kingdom have some of the rarest species of cursed animals in this country. I must make the most of this week in that case, your highness.â
You brighten at the closest shred of conversation in so long. âOh, yes, Iâve heard! I also hear they-â
âShh!â
So close.Â
Letting out a resigned sigh, your eyes glaze over as you watch Kashimo trace his thick fingers over animal tracks on the dirt. Suddenly, gesturing for you to follow him as he sped off in another direction.Â
It doesnât take too long for him to stray out of sight. Meanwhile, your legs lag behind in protest - and pettiness, you realize. Grumbling to yourself about how youâd rather have watched paint dry as youâre sure the elders often did. Well, you look at the now-barren pathway, at least now you didnât have to worry about someone shushing you all the ti-
âAHH!â
And then, all of a sudden - it felt like you were the hunted.Â
Itâs like every bit of blood drains from your body at the blood-curdling scream. Grip tightening on your bow, youâre jolting at the direction it came from - where did Kashimo disappear off to again?Â
Yet, for how much you knew your kingdom like the back of your hand, itâs so dark. The moon barely peeking through gloomy gray wisps of clouds that you donât know where exactly youâre running to - just that something was tugging. Reeling you in. No destination in sight until youâre crashing face-first into- a wall?
âHey, flower, where are ya running off to this late?â
Your hairs raise, something visceral in your body jolting.Â
Satoru - blindfold and all. Â
âWh- Satoru thank God youâre here.â you gasp, looking nervously over his broad shoulders. âI heard a scream, and Iâm worried about Kashimo because he went somewhere over there and-â Youâre pointing aimlessly in his direction, before clasping a hand around Satoruâs defined bicep. Tugging, âYou have to help me, that idiot even insisted on no guards because of disturbing the wildlife and Iâm so worried and-â
Before you can react, big strong arms are enveloping you. And youâre suddenly hit with the smell of peppermint and Satoru - something so sickly sweet tinging the air, it makes you droop limply into his firm hold. Your skin burns when he breathes in, deep.Â
âShhh shhh, I know I know, princess.â he hums, pulling you deeper against his chest. Until you could feel every dip and curve of his pectorals. âYou mustâve been scared, right?â At your hesitant nod, âYou did good. You did perfect- in fact. Especially putting up with that pretentious bastard.â
The shocked laugh that drags from your throat has Satoru sighing contentedly, an almost-pained grunt leaving him as he pulls away ever-so-slightly. You felt much the same.Â
âSâalright, Iâm pretty sure it was some animal.â he soothes. He clasps your hands with his, running a damp thumb over your knuckles. âI saw him trudging about disturbing more wildlife over there.â
You breath catches in your chest at just how close Satoru was now, his breath mingling with yours. Pretty plump lips so close - too close. Yet youâre leaning in closer, like youâre drawn by a thread. âAre you sure? Maybe we should-â You gasp, eyes widening when you look down at where your hands were intertwined - red. Or, what you assumed to be red, a saturated, patchy stain on your hands where Satoruâs met yours. He stiffens when he follows your gaze, trying to pull away, but you only hold your grip harder. âSatoru, are you bleeding? Or is this-â
âNot mine.â his voice is hard - and for a second you have to wonder whether this is really the same Satoru. And you swear thereâs a little tremor in his words as he explains, âYou see, I went out on a little hunt myself, flower.â
Even if Satoru didnât have his blindfold on, youâre sure his face wouldâve been unreadable. That almost-familiar grin of his is strained. Too strained. Yet, his movements are unwavering as he tries to wipe away the blood. âMustâve forgotten to wipe down, I apologize for sullying your hands, princess.â
âLet me-â you mutter, taking a hold of the coat around your shoulders to wipe away the blood. Uncaring for what you were dirtying at the moment. âI swear you need to take better care of yourself, Satoru. Seriously.âÂ
And you didnât see them - but somehow you could just feel the amusement dancing in Satoruâs eyes. Raising your confused gaze up to meet his, âWhat?â
He only flashes you a knowing grin, âSâjusâ, youâre wearing my coat, your highness.â
Your movements pause, mouth gaping open while you try to pathetically spout out an excuse. âI- I didnât mean to get this coat dirty, oh my god. I didnât think-â
âSâalright.â he inches in even closer. A smirk grazing those sinful lips of his, âI actually prefer it like that, you look like mine.â Taking a deep breath, âYou smell like mine.âÂ
And before you can ask about his cryptic message, heâs placing a hand at the back of your waist. A very improper hand that would definitely make the elders gasp in scandal. âWe should head back to the palace, itâs getting late. I will escort you, mâsure that born hunter of yours is already halfway back too.â
âCarry me.â you blurt out, your body aching to feel more of him. And before you can retract your words - probably sputter a few apologies, youâre being cradled by a smug Satoru. One hand under your knees, the other supporting you like youâre weightless.Â
âHeh, a princess carry for a princess.â
âOh, shut up.â you grumble with embarrassment when he walks forward slowly, your legs swaying in midair. âWant my soul for this as well?â
And you can feel Satoruâs muscles ripple, you can feel the way his breath hitches in his chest ever-so-slightly. Rumbling as he drawls, âMore than youâd know.â
âSâthat a discount, too? You still didnât tell me what you charge others.â you quip, remembering the conversation from the night before.Â
âOh, youâll find out soon enough, your highness.â
Youâre quirking a brow, something hot churning at the pit of your stomach at that ragged tone to his words. âIâm onto you, yâknow.â You stare up at his clenched jaw, highlighted in the dim moonlight. His long, pale neck, the crevices of his blindfold. For a moment, you wonder what it would be like if you could peek under. âOnto you and your absurdly high prices, Satoru.â
He breathes out a shuddering, overly-dramatic shudder. âMhm, flower, I should be worried.â Before looking up at the sky - and you wondered just how well he could see through his blindfold. âThe moon is beautiful tonight, isnât it?â
That night, you dreamt of long-winded star-gazing and blue, blue eyes.Â
---
âWhat do you mean Lord Kashimo has left for his kingdom?â you hiss, feeling a faint stab of offense. Seriously, were you that awful at hunting? âHe didnât make any indication of it last night.â
And if your careless words made Nobara beam with slight embarrassment, you didnât take note of it - too caught up in what youâd just heard. Enough so that it takes her next words to bring you out of your stupor, âExactly what I said, your highness. The lordship and his court have all vacated their wing, leaving behind only a letter of forgiveness for ending the festivities early.â
âStill.â you murmur petulantly. Setting aside another one of your books on Vampire: Mates, Murder, and More. âItâs strange, I thought he was here for the hunting sprees, if not for me.â Your tiara weighs heavy on your head as you turn to your young lady-in-waiting. âI would like for Ichiji to catch up to Kashimoâs traveling party, make sure theyâre safe, and send them my well wishes.â
Ha! Take that elders - youâd show them youâre fully capable of holding diplomatic relations as a ruler.Â
âAs you wish, princess. Additionally, this-â Sheâs holding out a small pouch of blue fabric that youâd never seen before. â-was found by your bedside when cleaning and I wished to give it back safely.â Before her polite smile drops into a much more devious smirk, âA gift from one of the suitors, perhaps~?â
You gesture for her to hand it over, the silk casing soft under your touch. Detailed. One-of-a-kind, from what your tedious lessons in the history of fabrics had taught you. You didnât recognize the patterns sewn onto it as something typical for your kingdom - or any other youâd learned about, really.
âMânot sure.â you whisper. Opening the little purse to reveal a flash of gold - a necklace. Thin and intricate, holding a sapphire pendant in the shape of an eye.Â
Blue.
A blue you knew too well - the same one that peeked out from every dark corner, that you saw before you slept at night. The one thatâs been by your side for years.
Constant. Now coming to haunt you.Â
Chills run down your spine, and your fingers tremble at how life-like it looked. Burning into your very soul.Â
âWould you like for me to help you put it on?â Nobara asks, mistaking your shock for difficulty. And yet, you donât correct her - body moving before your mind to simply nod.Â
There was only one clasp on the chain - leaving you to worry about the fit. But when it was hooked around your neck, you found that it fit you so perfectly. Like it was tailored to you - and only you. Why was it so perfect?
Why did it capture the exact color youâd been chasing after your whole life - since before youâd even formed memories? Since you were nothing but a surly, teary-eyed little girl that was crying about the dark, babbling about that âblue flashâ that no one else ever seemed to see.
âIf that will be all, your highness. I will take my leave.â With a nod and a low bow, youâre left all by yourself in your sprawling chambers. Wondering, somewhat in amusement, whether youâd be let off this marriage pact if all the other suitors suddenly left as well. Hell, maybe you could marry whoever got you this necklace since they apparently know you so well.Â
And you swear - maybe it was the fatigue from trekking last night, maybe it was the stress from the past month - but you swear the wind picks up in its chilly bite. Howling just low enough that it sounds like a deep, taunting cackle.Â
The necklace doesnât leave its palace around your neck for the next few days. You still didnât know whoâd gifted it to you - right inside your chambers for godâs sake - and if either of the two suitors remaining knew, they didnât make any indication of it either.Â
Three, technically, but it seemed that the more the days passed, the less you saw of the mysterious king of the Northern kingdom.Â
While Sukuna and Naoya had taken it upon themselves to woo you by joining you in your daily activities, he hadnât even shown his face to you yet. You were sure your father wouldâve had him humiliated and thrown out of the palace already if he wasnât afraid for his life.Â
But you didnât mind, because you saw enough of Satoru to make up for King Gojo and Kashimo. The man seemed well and fully intent to stick by your side, talking yourselves well into the night.Â
It was on a night like this - sprawled out along the plush armchairs in the very library youâd met, only a few days after Kashimoâs departure - you asked, âSatoru, what color are your eyes?â
That makes him pause in the middle of his extremely animated story about how heâd caught Earl Yaga in the middle of an artistic dance routine. The baritone of his voice cracking so uncharacteristically as he responds with, âWh-why do you ask, princess?â
âBecause.â you roll your eyes. âIn four days mâgonna be marrying, and it might just be your king. Yet, I donât even know his attendantâs eye color - what type of good queen would I be then?â
You knew it was a flimsy excuse, truthfully you just wanted to see Satoru. All of Satoru.
âNot many have wanted to look into my eyesâÂ
You tilt your head, âHow come?â
âWell, I can assure you that they arenât half as alluring as yours.â Satoru pushes back your tiara ever-so-slightly to reveal your face to him better, fingers dancing down to fiddle with your pendant. âYouâre a strange one, arenât ya, flower?â he chuckles, face inching closer to yours - and for a moment, you think he might do something else. âTell me, how are the wedding preparations going?â
Ah, right - the wedding preparations. Your wedding preparations, to someone else.Â
Did you want him to do something else?
âW-well-â you pull back from his hypnotic presence. Heart lurching, necklace burning cold into your skin. âSukuna keeps trying to teach me his very particular diet, I swear Iâve spent much more time with Uraume learning it than with him- theyâre a sweetheart though, I canât complain.â Eyes trying to avoid the intensity of his gaze, âOh- and Naoya still talks about his weaponry, however, I think his Zenin elders had a word with him because he asked to meet me in the gardens tomorrow evening to actually get to know me for once.â
You brave to take a look at Satoru at the end of his spiel - only to be met with a face you never thought youâd see. His mouth a tight gash, jaw ticking, and you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.
Terrifying. Magnetic.Â
Powerful.Â
The library was always cold - but you fail to suppress a shiver at the sudden grip in the air. âS-Satoru?â
And suddenly, at the mere sound of your voice, everything clicks back to normalcy. Youâre staring that familiar grin painted onto his face again, musing slyly, âHow much dâyou wanna bet heâll ask about your weaponry instead?â
âOh, shut up.â
Itâs only much, much later at night when youâre forced to retire early - Satoru slipping past the library earlier than usual with groans of his âattendant dutiesâ that you realize - he didnât answer your question.Â
---
âP-princess, will you be alright going alone? I donât think-â
âItâll be alright, Ichiji, Iâm just meeting Lord Naoya.â you wave off the stammering man. Tugging your velvety coat snugly around your body, âHonestly, you act like I havenât been out in the gardens alone before.â
And it was true, since returning from his little meeting with the Kashimo court, your jumpy attendant seemed even more so - and you didnât even know that was even impossible. Always peeking cautiously behind corners of the winding hallways, always hovering close by you even when his duty didnât require it.Â
Heâd told you - in that quiet, shaky voice of his - that Kashimo was well, and headed straight for his kingdom to fulfill emergency duties. To which youâd accepted - you understood the gravity of responsibility, after all.Â
âBut- but, your highness!â he gasps, pulling you out of your little reverie. âI donât think- with the way he-â
A spine-chilling breeze rustles the nearby tree, sending shivers down your spine. Howling in your ears. You squint your eyes against the cold, âSorry, what was that, Ichiji?â
But the man in front doesnât speak - fuck, you didnât even know if he was breathing. Face a sickly pallor, mouth gaping open and shut like he wanted to say something - he needed to say something. Yet, he wasnât even looking at you, wide eyes locked on something over your shoulder.Â
âAre you-â Your body holds you back, feeling two burning eyes on you - and you have to force yourself to look over your shoulder. Only to see- nothing? â-are you alright?â
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, youâre turning back to face your attendant - only to see him sprinting back down the entrance as fast as his knobbly legs could carry him.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, then!â you call, hoping it echoed far enough to be heard.
Strange.Â
Itâs all you can think about for the next half an hour youâre seated on that dainty, painted bench in the middle of the palace gardens, waiting for your potential future husband. And for the next hour. And the next.Â
Itâs by the time the sun has fully set, when twinkling stars are dotting the night sky that you settle with the conclusion that yes, it seems that Naoya has already made his decision about the marriage. And no it doesnât end with a wedding.Â
âDammit.â you spit, running a hand through the hair you had Nobara fuss about with. âSânot like I wanted to marry you anyway, bastard.â
And you didnât - you really didnât. Whenever you dared to imagine walking down that decorated aisle, Naoya was the last person you saw.
But seated alone and abandoned, trying to cover yourself from the biting chill of the night, you never felt more like an unworthy heir. Fuck, if no one wanted to marry you how would you even dare to think of taking over the throne?
Maybe you should just-
âWe have got to stop meeting like this, flower. Sâlike youâre haunting me.â
âSatoru!â you gasp, throwing yourself into his embrace. Youâre reaching up to loop two arms around his neck, âOh, you wouldnât believe it. That asshole had the audacity to stand me up.â Pulling back so your face ghosts his, âI got all dolled up just for him to leave me like this. As if I wanted to be with him, I was just trying to be a good- a good h-host and-âÂ
Suddenly, youâre struck with the realization of how close you two actually are. You could count every crease on his blindfold, pinpoint exactly where every dimple at the corner of his grin was.Â
Your hands slide their way down to his sculpted chest, pushing slightly. â-I apologize, this was forward of me.â
But his arms only tighten around your waist - when did they even get there? Large and steady, pulling you back to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, your racing pulse. âStay.â he groans, and he sounds slightly out-of-breath, heavy exhales tickling your ear.
âWe canât be caught like this, Satoru.â you breathe, but that familiar little tug has you shuffling closer. Breathing in that familiar metallic sweet scent youâve grown to love, âI- Iâm getting-â Bile creeps up at the back of your throat, and you laugh bitterly. âI think Iâm getting married in three days, yâknow? To Lord Sukuna, I assume, since two of my suitors ah- ran away and the other refuses to even see my face.â
His thick fingers dig deeper into the extravagant corset at your waist, âI know. Fuck- donât I know.â
Itâs a steady beat of silence, so still. So tense you could hear every stuttering heartbeat of yours, and strangely enough, you had the nagging feeling that he could, too.Â
âYou could just marry me.â Satoruâs abrupt confession breaks the silence, and you find yourself sinking deeper into his soft coat. Wrapping yourself up in his heady presence. âBe my queen. You wouldnât have to worry about duties or elders or- or vampires.â
And the night was still. So still.Â
Despite the way your heart races, eyes blinking up in disbelief, you find it in yourself to deadpan, âF-funny. Do I have to give you my soul for that as well?â Oh, some stupid little part of you think you might just have.
And youâd expected Satoru to crack a laugh, to give you a teasing smile while he carried on that little inside joke between the two of you. Youâd expected him to no sooner shove you off and talk about it being late. Hell, a part of you even expected this to be some elaborate set-up from the elders to get you caught in such a compromising position with the no-longer stranger from the Northern kingdom.Â
But, no. Itâs anything but that - everything but that.Â
Because the taller man only rasps, nose-to-nose now, âNo.â Sounding like his sanity was slipping away from him with every breath, fingers making their dance down to twirl your sapphire pendant between them. âIâd give you mine.â
You can feel his breath fanning your cheeks, head dipping slowly - so torturously slowly. As if he was giving you ample opportunity to run away if you wanted to. But you donât think you could move for the life of you.Â
Instead, youâre dipping closer, gliding the tip of your thumb over his defined cheekbone. Mere millimeters away - just one push. Another hand of yours steadies at the back of his neck, feeling those snowing locks under your fingers.Â
One.Â
Your thumb dips just under the seam of his blindfold - unwillingly.Â
âYour highness.â Satoruâs voice is cold, his fingers lacing with your own even colder. Something eerie. And even with the delicate touch you could feel the power thrumming through Satoruâs body. âThis is for you.â
You can only stand there in shocked silence as the moment shatters, and he produces a wild rose as if out of thin air. âConsider it from King Gojo.â Touch searing against yours when he hands it to you, you feel drunk off of him âPerhaps the night is late now.â
Right. The king.Â
When youâre walking back in the directions of the palaceâs warm lights, you donât think youâve ever felt safer. Strangely enough.Â
âSatoru.â
âYes?â
âIâm onto you.â
âYouâre onto me.â heâs tucking the bloom over your ear. Before stepping back into the inky pool of shadows beside the entrance you came from. âSweet dreams, flower.â
That night, when you tuck yourself into bed, you swear you hear a faint whisper of those same three words lulling you to sleep. Over and over.Â
Sweet.
Dreams.
Flower.Â
---
Floral preservation was one of the lessons youâd been forced to attend growing up in the palace, but even you didnât know how that wild rose Satoru gifted you hadnât wilted yet.Â
It remained as fresh and prim as the night it was picked, bluish pink petals never fading. You didnât keep it safely in a bowl of water amongst the other plants and flowers in your bedroom. Somehow, never out of place, always tucked safely behind your ear in the days that followed. Perhaps it was improper to keep it on you even when you were being fitted into an engagement gown to be promised off to another man. But Satoru didnât complain, and you didnât either.Â
With Kashimo departing for his kingdom early, and Naoya apparently following in his footsteps due to âirrevocable differencesâ, it was now almost confirmed that the future king was to be Lord Sukuna. Not like King Gojo had made any effort to reach out - and Satoru hadnât mentioned it either.Â
Satoru.Â
Things wereâŠthe same after that night, and you didnât know what to make of it.
It must be done, you sigh, wincing at the pinch of the flowing white dress being suited onto you by the bustling tailor. At least it could be worse, even if youâd ratherâŠ
âHonestly, young people these days.â Yaga speaks up from where he was fussing with the silken hem of your gown for tomorrow. âI heard of that Naoya brat leaving out of nowhere, princess. My condolences.âÂ
âAh-â you startle, not expecting to be addressed. âItâs not your fault, we likely didnât mesh all that well. I just wish he left a note- Honestly, Iâm lucky to even have a suitor left after these six days.â
Another grimace leaves you when you feel another tweak of pins pricking at your skin. The other man hums lowly, âDonât say that, anyone would be lucky to have you. Anyway-â He gets up from his position kneeling, towering over you to admire his own work. âHow do you like it, your highness?â
You let out a gasp when you face the floor-length mirror, âOh my god, itâs perfect.â The dress was regal, decadent. With flowing tresses resembling a petals, and gilded gold and blue weaved into the fabric.Â
Blue.Â
âI fashioned it after that necklace and flower of yours.â You unwittingly reach for that familiar pendant, âI ah- forgive the assumption, but I assumed you would be wearing them both at the betrothal ceremony tomorrow, princess?â
Taking another long look in the mirror, you nod, âYeah. I will.â
---
âI knew it.â he laughs shrilly. âI fuckinâ knew there was something wrong with you. As soon as I saw you butterinâ the princess up in the library, I knew you were a fuckinâ freak.â
The other man only responds with ominous silence, letting labored breathing cut through the bone-chilling air. Clearly unsatisfied, âWhat? Not gonna talk now? Arenât ya just in it for the crown like me? Have the bitch, just give me the crown.â Goading now, âI bet youâre not even an attendant are ya- I know what you are-â
His words are cut off with another choked-up gasp, followed shortly by a strained growl. âI know- what you are-â
Red stains the marble floor - a problem for later.Â
âI know, King Gojo.â And itâs the last thing he sees. âAnd youâll reap what you sow, sheâll never love you.â
Blue.Â
âYouâve haunted me too long, flower.â
âSatoruâ!â you scream, throwing your soft bed sheets off your body.Â
It was burning - you were burning, gasping for the cold lungfuls of air that filled your empty bedroom. Mind bleary, distantly, you register that itâs around daybreak - tiny fingers of golden sunlight just barely dipping through your window - your open window.Â
Hastily, youâre tumbling out of bed to slam it shut. Heart still pounding when you take in the mess of flower petals from those congratulatory bouquets youâd gotten. Ruined. Only the stems left in the vases after that sudden, chilling wind.Â
âWhat-â Your eyes dart around to look over your dresser, where you always kept Satoruâs wild rose. And a shiver creeps down your spine when you realize it lay snug tucked behind your ear, safe and sound. Exactly where you didnât keep it. â-happened?â
You couldnât settle back into bed after that - couldnât even think about it. So you find yourself reaching for your wardrobe of dresses, running your fingers along the intricate gown made for your engagement ball tonight. Your engagement to Sukuna.Â
If this was the nightmare, and tonight was to be the dream - why did your stomach turn so?
---
It was difficult convincing Nobara to let you keep the wild rose on after getting ready.Â
âBut thatâs so last season.â she bemoans. âNo offense, your highness, but even old lady Ogami wouldnât be caught dead wearing flowers in her hair these days.â
Youâre giving her your best puppy dog eyes, âPlease, Nobara?â
âNo.â
âIâll let you raid my exclusive wardrobe the next time you want to play dress-up?â
â...â
Which was how you found yourself shoved into a dress that was way too gorgeously palatial, barely even having the time to admire the lush gold and blue decorations around the sparkling ballroom before you were being ushered next to your father on his throne.Â
You fiddle with your ringed fingers, feeling more and more like a lamb sent to slaughter - a very opulent slaughter - with each step.Â
âI am so proud of you for this week, and you look absolutely divine, my love.â your father whispers into your ear once youâre up on the crushed velvet platform. âI hear from Ichiji that you know, I apologize we couldnât go through with this marriage under better circumstances.â
You shake your head, giving him a calm smile - youâd already forgiven him, sometimes there was duty far greater than any man.Â
âMy people, as promised, we are gathered once more to celebrate the joining of two hands - and two kingdoms.â The king projects his voice out to the eager crowd, âTogether, these two young loves will face their duty. They will face the dangers. They will face our future.â
The thought had you clenching your fist into the soft fabric of your gown, looking down at your feet in a bow.Â
âAs I did with my father before me - God rest his soul - the future king and queen will oversee their responsibilities to protect our people from those treacherous vampires. The elders-â he stops short, eyes widening at the empty seats on the balcony - where the table of elders always sat. Abandoned. Chilling. â...have decreed, in accordance with our princess, to introduce my daughter to you all as our future queen-â
Your father gestures a hand your way, and you step forwards to cheers, still not daring to look up. And all you could see were two, gold-toed boots stepping into your field of vision.
â-and our future king!â
âLook up, flower, this is the best part.â
Gasping, you raise your head - Satoru.
âY-you?âÂ
He smiles that pearly smile at you, one that makes your knees weaken, âMe.â Before leaning down conspiratorially, âBetter get moving now, the king just declared that the big bad Northern king and the precious princess will have their first dance as a couple.â
It felt like you were moving through a dream as you slip your hand into his, flinching at the feeling of his cold lips meeting the back of your hand.
The crowd of whispering nobles part to make a path for the two of you, and Satoru is so gentle when he leads you into the middle of the dance floor. Weightless on his feet, swiftly placing a burning hand on your waist - just below where the elders would consider proper.Â
The other intertwining with yours, you barely even register the slow, romantic tune playing from the orchestra.Â
âI bet you have questions.â he whispers, breath fanning your cheeks.Â
You take in his tall figure, the rows of medals, gleaming only half as bright as the smile that makes its way onto your face. Hissing, âThat doesnât cover the half of it, King Gojo.â
âI-I apologize. I canât apologize enough but-â
âThough, I did have a nagging feeling about the fifth time you talked yourself up.â you smirk.
Satoru throws his head back in a loud cackle, echoing through the hushed crowds - no doubt gossiping about this being the Northern king, that fearful beast that ruled over the Gojo family. âI know.â His hand comes up momentarily to brush over your sapphire necklace, âAnd Iâll spend our entire lives making it up to you, flower.â
Goosebumps dance down your arm, your spine, right down to where Satoru held a firm grip on your hip. You two waltz around the edge of the dance floor, perfectly in time. Through the crowd of grumbling lords, the orchestra, past the table of foods.
âAnd exactly how long would the rest of our lives be, Satoru?â
Slowing right in front of that huge, reflective wall.Â
You couldnât see his eyes, but his biting gaze was all you could feel.Â
Lingering on the blue pendant nestled at your chest, the everlasting wild rose tucked behind your ear, the mirror to your right - where the twin image of you shone. Powerful, gorgeous, everything that a monster like him could never have because he wasnât standing there right next to you. His kind never could.Â
In the back of your mind, you registered collective gasps sounding all around you - the rest of the ball attendees thatâd also taken note of the lack of Satoruâs reflection. But your eyes stay locked on him.Â
A thumb hooks under his blindfold, and he grimaces. âYou really were onto me, huh, flower?â
Tugging.Â
Your fingers tighten around his, unable to let the most fearsome of creatures escape from your grasp. âYou mustâve been onto me, too, Satoru.â
Pulling.Â
All you see is a flash of a regal nose bridge, and the flutter of thick white lashes - before every single chandelier in the ballroom snuffs out at once. Cloaking the room in unnatural darkness, it sends every single knight and noble into a frenzy.Â
And then, he opens his eyes.Â
âITâS HIM-â
âA body! A BODY FOUND IN THE ROYAL GUEST SUITEâ
âVAMPIRE! STAY BACK-â
Oh, itâs blue.Â
That crystal blue.Â
And then itâs black.
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SLAM!
âIf you must kill me.â Satoruâs voice sounds from somewhere above you. You blink away the darkness, feeling your bleary gaze try and adjust to that unfamiliar high ceiling, the outlines of hauntingly beautiful paintings on it. His ragged breaths cut through your thoughts once more, hastily folding your hand to grip your pendant. âIf you must kill me, then I prefer you do it with your own hands, princess.â
You canât tell whose hand is trembling more - yours or his. Distantly, you realize youâre being pushed up against a luxuriously padded wall, one youâd never seen before in your life.Â
Where were you?
âThe Gojo palace- Please-â he reads your mind, voice breaking at the end of his plea. Gasping - and you can discern two elongated teeth at his canines. Fangs, you realize with a shiver. âYou may leave if you want to, you may kill me for what Iâve done. My life is in your hands.â
âSatoru.â you soothe in a hushed voice, despite the way your head was reeling. The Gojo palace? âI wonât kill you.â
âBut-â
âSatoru, what does this necklace mean?â You beg, and at this point, youâre not surprised that the necklace is from him - because it was an exact replica of the two burning eyes staring back at you. The only source of light right now, glowing a blue youâd finally found after a lifetime. âWhy did you-â you gulp, heart lurching. âWhy did you hand me yourâŠlife?â
Soft lips play right over your rapid pulse, murmuring into your skin, âSâmy soul.â A long, pale index of his plays with the pendant. âThe only part of my soul thatâs living, gilded into a necklace to be kept in the safest place I know. You.â
âWho else would I give it to, if not for my mate?â
Mates - there were a thousand and one books and official documents detailing everything from a vampireâs killing pattern to the aphrodisiac toxins found in their blood. But the research on a vampireâs mate was far and few between.
Perhaps owing to the lack of willing mates that can come out without persecution, or perhaps due to the vampiresâ intense rumored mating rituals. But it didnât go without its own gossip, you were no stranger to the ladies of the court tittering about how morbidly âromanticâ it was that mates were akin to soulmates - how it was an invisible string connecting two people to share a life, a soul.Â
A vampireâs one and only mate.
Satoru was pinning you harder to the wall now, his pink tongue darting out to lick over your pulse. The fingers holding onto the necklace were now tilting your chin up at him, âSpeak to me, flower.â
âIâm your mate?â you whimper, your lips ghosting over his. Already knowing the answer, but fuck you needed to hear it from him. âWhat does that mean exactly?â
He lets out a pained grunt, pressing his forehead gently against yours. âIt means youâre the other half of my soul. My only one, I was born for you.â Pressing a chaste peck on there - and you swear you could feel the nip of two sharp canines against your skin. âThe one Iâll fight heaven and hell for, until the very last beat of my cold, dead heart.â Your fingers curl at his shoulders when his mouth moves to the shell of your ear. âThe one Iâll kill for, take out every measly scum that thinks they can get with my mate.â
He huffs out a burst of cold laughter when your breath hitches, probably reading over the thoughts running through your mind - Satoru killed them. The guards, Kashimo, Naoya- fuck, maybe even Sukuna. He killed them. He killed them. He killed them. He killed them.Â
You shiver, âA-and all the wind? The whispers? I thought it was just you these past week b-but- All my life, that was you?â
You know. You knew.Â
Another kiss - this time to the corner of your eye, and Satoru licks a long, content stripe up the big fat tears unwillingly welling up behind your eyes. He groans at the salty taste of you, taking in a long, drawn-out breath. âYes.â
All it takes is that single word for your entire body to collapse, thankfully onto an awaiting Satoru. He holds your entire body weight with one hand around your waist, the other coming up to swipe his thumb under those tears rolling down your cheeks now.Â
He kisses your cheek, âAll your life.â The corner of your lips, âAnd all of mine.âÂ
Run away run away run away run away-
But you canât - you donât want to.
Your lips wobble when he nuzzles down your face, leaving a trail of hot kisses with his cold, cold mouth. âAs soon as I learned to use my powers - was just a brat you see - I just had to see my mate. To smell her scent.â Heâs inhaling deeply again, hands groping over your engagement gown. âLo and behold, there was you. A cute lilâ princess around my age, tuckered out and fast asleep.â Lingering at your jaw, the hand tight around your waist pulls you painfully closer. Satoruâs knee wedging itself between your trembling thighs, âImagine my surprise when she took one look at me and cried. Scared me enough to teleport outta there as soon as you opened that smart mouth, flower.â
And the thought of Satoru - tiny and determined - teleporting halfway across the land only to be yelled at by you has you huffing out a shock of laughter.
âSo when I heard through the grapevine about your potential engagement, fuck- I couldnât have ran out of this palace faster. Was so excited I fuckinâ forgot to teleport, too. Even if you were afraid of the âcruel Northern king.ââÂ
Fuck - thatâs right. He mustâve heard your thoughts that time you met him in the library.Â
Satoruâs tone drops to a low simper, so close now that you could feel every slight curve of his grin. Every twitch of his fingers sweeping up and down your exposed skin, feeling the delicious thrum of your veins. He could bite you right now - easily. Â âAnd luckily, as I grew up, so did my ability to blend in with the darkness.â Eyes boring into yours, something so vulnerable in them now. âBut you found me, you always did.â
âSatoru.â you angle your head upwards. âKiss me.â
And how could he ever deny you?
You wince at the slight pinch of Satoruâs teeth - his fangs - as he crashes his lips into yours in a greedy kiss. Sliding his tongue over to taste those candied lips heâs been dreaming of for years.Â
âFuck-â he breathes out through his nose, jaw sagging open further to kiss you deeper. âFuck, princess.â
Strong arms pin you harder against the wall, and youâre blindly reaching out to reciprocate even a fraction of Satoruâs neediness. Just dragging your hips up and down his muscled thighs. Sinful.Â
Shit, it was so endearing to him seeing you struggle to touch him this way. And with a flick of a wrist, the candle chandeliers hung high above your heads are lighting up at once. âSâthat better, flower?â
It takes every bit of will in you to manage to pull away, yet the thought of seeing Satoru - of really seeing Satoru is what spurs you to break the kiss. Delicate strings of saturated spit snapping in the non-existent air between you two, you take a long look at your new husband.
Fuck, he was so pretty.
You always knew he was.Â
But even with his face tilted downwards, within the soft light tinting those snowy strands a sunset yellow - you could make out the pretty pink flush all the way from his glossy, ravaged lips, up, up, up to his delicate cheeks - he looked like the last thing from a monster.Â
âNo youâre pretty.â he hums, and youâre still not used to him reading your mind. Head nodding downwards, âJust look, grinding on my thigh like such a slut.â
What met you was a dark pool of slick saturating his trousers, just peeking out over the hem of your dress. It makes you give another lingering, experimental grind.
âSatoruââ youâre letting out a honeyed drag of his name, reveling in the way it makes him swallow heavily. âYou can hear my thoughts, right?â Look at me.Â
Slowly - but surely - familiar blue meets yours. Half-lidded, pupils blown, and if you didnât know any better youâd have said there were tiny sparks of lightning at the corners of his long white lashes.
Youâve been haunting me my whole life, Toru.
And it was an accident - it really was, your freshly kissed brain too hazy to slur out Satoruâs full name. But the impromptu little nickname has him dragging forwards like he was magnetized.Â
A low growl escaping when heâs kissing you again. And again. And again and again and-
âSay it-â Two hands are tugging at those tedious ribbons tying your decadent gown together. Pulling. âSay it again fâme.â Ripping.Â
The more his lips are assaulting yours, the more the dress slips further and further down your shoulders. Tattered. The soft satin leaving goosebumps down your spine as it reveals your neckline - all that skin for him to ruin. To mark.Â
âOh-â youâre squealing when one of Satoruâs fangs prick a bit too hard at your lip. Feeling a hot flow of crimson bleed out, the feeling has you so weak. So drunk. âQuite eager, arenât ya?â
âYou have no idea.â he groans again. Soft tongue moving from swirling around your own to lazily pool your blood on it. And you canât imagine what about the metallic taste would be so euphoric, but heâs letting out his loudest drag of your name yet. Eyes rolling to the back of his head like heâs just tasted a personal slice of heaven. âFuck- fuck you have no idea.â
You moan into the kiss when he bites down again on your already-bruised lower lip, âIâve always wanted to do this-â Slow, slow hands kneading up your waist, at a dizzying tempo matching his mouth down your jaw, your neck. Hips bucking, you feel the outline of something so hard between his legs. â-to kiss you. To-â Tethering on the sensitive area of your pulse, â-bite.â
In a split-second, youâre sinking down into plush silk sheets, swallowing you whole in a king-sized bed you didnât even realize was in the room before.Â
âS-Satoru, did you teleport us again?â you gasp, eyes adjusting to the intricate paintings on the ceiling that you hadnât gotten to admire before. Of white-haired youths and roses, of cold, dark palaces and- and you.Â
You - when you were younger, sleeping peacefully while a little boy watches intrigued from the corner. You - passed out in the library after a long night of reading, two pale hands wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. You - your brows furrowed, head cocked while you pushed past nobles to search for that flash of his blue. You, you, you.
You.Â
âI can hear the gears in that pretty head turning.â Satoru grins, still kissing you in a languid graze of lips. âAnd as much as I love it when you hah- admire my lonely paintings, Iâd rather you pay attention to-â A low groan curdles at the back of his throat when heâs grinding his massive clothed erection against the syrupy spot at your core. â-me.â
Thereâs a dark little huff of laughter and with one last bite at the side of your neck, Satoruâs unapologetically tearing right through the middle of your gown.Â
And you know itâs made with the finest fabrics the country has to offer, you know that no normal man should be able to even rip a tiny shred through your dress - but Satoru is no ordinary man.
Your spike of disappointment is quickly overshadowed by cold breath hovering over your exposed tits. âOh, so perfect fâme.â heâs groaning, deep and primal. Biting down on your hardened nipple, âYa think those uptight elders your court has- ah, had would appreciate me desecrating their precious princess before marriage?â
Through gasps, you peek down at his wicked tongue, swirling around the sensitive spots of your areola. âWho- who gives a shit.â
âSo feisty.â The peaks of your tits are left coated in him as Satoru pulls away. âSo addictive.â Pinching your soft flesh between his teeth - just hard enough that you worry heâs out to draw blood again. âSo- so-âÂ
Words are failing Satoruâs sharp mouth as he kisses his way down your body. The valley of your chest, your stomach, your hips.
Down, down, down-
âFuck, Satoru-â youâre hissing when he easily pulls the pathetic remains of your dress off and onto the floor. The rest of your inner skirts easily following afterwards. âAre you gonnaâŠâ
âMâafraid not.â he licks sloppy circles at the skin of your thighs. Tasting, nipping, leaving little marks with his fangs for later. Sloppily soothing his tongue over the tiny droplets of blood beading from the bites, he murmurs stubbornly, âNot until you address me correctly.â
Hesitantly, you reach out a limp hand to thread through his dampening white tresses. Tugging softly to lock those devouring blue eyes with yours, âPlease, Toru?â
You get absolutely no warning when he kisses right through that flimsy excuse of your drenched panties to slide his tongue up and down your sopping wet slit. Up and down up and down up and-
âSh-shit, Toru-â you moan when heâs just dipping the very tip barely past your puffy folds. The fabric of your underwear still sticking to you, âStop being such a tease, goddammit ngh-â
âWhy?â Of course, he toys with your patience even now, addicted to those needy whines falling from your lips. âI jusâ wanna play with my princessâs pretty pussy. What am I getting out of it?âÂ
You smirk, not even having to move your pretty mouth to know you had him in the palm of your hand already. Iâd be your mate for life.Â
Itâs all you can do to watch with satisfaction as the great Gojo Satoru gasps - gasps. Slick-glossed lips falling into a soft oh! Hazy eyes widening almost-comically, and at full heady attention while he takes a few seconds to mull over your words.Â
RIP!
In an instant, your soaked underwear is ripped clean off to bare your dripping cunt for him, wrapped tightly around Satoruâs fingers and disappearing down below to where your imagination couldnât handle.Â
âOh, such a pretty pussy.â he coos, thumbing apart your puffy folds to admire your lewdly winking cunt. Glistening and so so needy, you jolt when he bullies two long fingers past your sloppy entrance. With your greedy hole swallowing every slender inch of Satoruâs fingers easily, âSo needy too. This all fâme?â
As if to prove his point, his pink lips wrap around your throbbing clit, grinding his tongue over the ravaged tip. The harsh texture of his tastebuds rolling over every inch of you he could reach.
âY-yes-â you squeal, hips bucking down mindlessly to try and match his relentless tempo. âSâonly for you.â
âThaâs what I love to hear-â Satoruâs cheeks hollow when he sucks on your sensitive little nub - hard. âSweeter than I even imagined, shit-â
Every pump of his merciless fingers in and out of your cunt drags along your gummy walls. Deftly curling to prey at those hidden sweet spots of yours he just knew would wrench out such throaty moans from you - and fuck, Satoru thinks- no, he knows that the sound is is favorite song.Â
âYouâre makinâ me- hah making me fall in love all over again.â he gruffs out into your cunt. The pads of his fingers pressing into the cushiony ends of your pussy. âBecause look how messy you are- how loud.â
You didnât know if he had mind-control powers on top of mind-reading, because itâs as if youâre on auto-pilot when your lolling head is whirling down to look at the absolute sin made of you below. Satoru - running his mouth a mile a minute to send white-hot vibrations along your clit. His milky fingers buried knuckle-deep to stretch out your poor cunt. Your sweet sweet juices drooling all over them in such an obscene sheen down his palm, his wrist.Â
He whines, âMakinâ me wanna-â You jolt when heâs biting down so dangerously around your clit. âWanna-â
Satoru doesnât end up finishing his sentence - and he doesnât have to.Â
Because heâs pausing his make-out with your clit to spit once. Twice. A thick thumb swiping at the intentional splatter of saliva marking your skin, before surging forwards even deeper - you didnât even think that was possible. But Satoru has the tip of his nose rubbing methodical circles against your clit, jaw grinding at the base of your pussy, tongue flattening out your pussy lips.
Messy. Harsh.Â
âOh- oh my god, Toru-â youâre keening at the feeling of his wet muscle trying to squeeze in past the fingers still continuing their assault on your entrance. âIt- it wonât fitââ
âShhh shhh, sâokay, princess.â he hushes, letting another round glob of spit wet your clingy pussy. âYou can take it. You will - otherwise how are you gonna take your husband, hm?â
That little comment has connotations that make your plushy walls clamp down vice-like around his fingers - his tongue. And youâre angling your head just right, blinking away the lustful haze in your eyes to spy down at the rapid, jerky movements of his other hand. Devouring gaze dropping down to-
Oh.Â
Oh fuck.
It was difficult to even look at the sight below - your panties, soaked and completely see-through with slick and precum, wrapped prettily around what you could make out to be Satoruâs aching cock. Standing proud, twitching wildly with every drag of his fist up and down his glistening length.Â
âFuck-â he groans, taking the opportunity to devilishly slip his tongue past your feeble entrance. âFuck fuck fuck fuck- yâlike this, huh?â Drawled out little praises now muffled as he fucks you on his tongue the way he wished he could with his cock. In and out in and out in and out. Pulling back to eye your gaping hole, âI can feel yâgetting wetter for me is it because-â Before surging back forwards, as if heâs addicted. âBecause-â Again.âFuck donât clench around me that way. Was hard enough trying not to fuck you stupid right there in the middle of the ballroom.âÂ
You whine, tears flowing down freely at the sheer pleasure at this point. âY-you-â you gasp, your five fingers splaying out over Satoruâs head. Pushing even harsher, âYou hngh- talk too much- mâso close-â
Partially because you really needed those pretty lips back at your heated core, partially because every word tumbling from his mouth had you throbbing embarrassingly, your slick spreading a glossy sheen on the sheets underneath you.Â
âOh yeah? Heh, anything for you, flower.â Satoru grins such a sly, sultry grin and you feel it against one set of your swollen lips. âAbsolutely anything.â
In and out in and out. He has his brows furrowed now, concentrated on having every flick and divot of movement pushing you closer and closer towards the edge. Faster. Sloppier. You have half the mind to wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether Satoruâs tongue wasnât cramping up from how fast he was going, whether his fingers werenât tired already.
Out of the corner of your spotty vision, you can see those stuttering squeezes of Satoruâs hand speed up. Trying desperately to match each bullying push of his tongue and his fingers into your overstuffed pussy.Â
The thought makes you whine, âOh my god- Toru, mâgonna cum.â And shit, at this point itâs too much. You couldnât think - you couldnât even breathe. âMâso close please.â Barely able to even register anything but Satoru Satoru Satoru-
Itâs why you donât even realize at first when youâre finally cumming - Satoru does, though. He feels it in the way your heavenly walls are closing down on his fingers, clenching around him so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your orgasm. Waves of electric pleasure crashing into you and you think youâre drowning.
âThaâs it.â he rasps. âCum fâme like that, thaâs it- thaaatâs it, such a good lilâ wife- a perfect mate.âÂ
The fingers stuffed deep inside your pussy are being pulled out in a flash - not letting you waste a moment of your heady high before heâs toying ravenously with your swollen clit. Pinching, and rolling between two soft fingers.Â
âO-oh fuck, mâ-cumming? Mâcumming mâcumming-â you moan deliriously, mind just now catching up. Your hips drag your sloppy pussy all over Satoruâs pretty face. Just drenching his noble features with your gushing mess. âFeels too ah- good, Toru.â
And he takes it like itâs everything he needs - everything heâs ever wanted.Â
Jaw falling slack to let your juices slide down his throat, tongue lolling out flick your spasming cunt through your high. Unstopping. Unwavering.Â
Even when your vision stops tingeing with black at the edges, even when you think youâre sane enough to form a coherent thought. Even when your climax is bating enough that every flick of Satoruâs tongue only sends almost painful thrums of pleasure down your spine.
âW-wait mâdone-â you sob, tasting the salty stream of tears splashing down your face now. âSâtoo sensitive- ngh-â
When he doesnât show any signs of stopping anytime soon, you try again - this time thinking the embarrassing thought out loud. IâŠI really want you inside me now, Toru. Please?
And he pauses - jolting, as if some dark, primal part of him had just been called back to life. Tongue still hot on your cunt, fist still greedy around his rock-hard shaft.Â
âF-fuck youâre gonna be the death of me, flower.â
And before, you couldnât get enough of those striking blue eyes, but now you couldnât escape them.
With inhuman speed, heâs shuffling up the soaked sheets. âAn absolute fuckin-â Slick-glossed lips meet yours, smearing along the combination of juices till the lower half of your face was as dripping wet as Satoruâs. â-minx, yâknow that?â
âWh-what can I say?â you tilt your head with a smirk, lips a bit too loose than youâd like - but it didnât matter anyway, he was in your thoughts. Your mind. âIâm your mate, after all.â
He falls back onto his knees at that sinful little sentence of yours, throwing his head back in a guttural groan. âFuck- youâre mine alright. See what you hah- do to me? See how this is all your fault?âÂ
If Satoru expected an answer, then he doesnât receive it. Because every snippy little retort on the tip of your tongue melts when you get a long, hard look at the angry shaft in his hand. So red and angry. Thick enough that you felt your cunt quiver already.
Delicate with prominent veins that glistened and throbbed down his long, long length with each slew of his vigorous fist. And his tip- fuck, blushed your favorite shade of weepy pink, slobbering a sheen of precum all down his wrist, his tufts of cloudy white.Â
And you realize with a jolt that he still had your panties wrapped around him - looking so tiny around Satoruâs massive cock.Â
Wordlessly, your hand replaces his.
âW-woah- fuck-â His toned waist flexes with the effort to fuck up into the soft cushion of your palm. âHow the- ngh how the fuck does your fuckinâ hand feel this good?â
âYouâre so big- fuck, donât know how Iâd- Wait you never imagined this?â you bat your eyes up with faux innocence. A thumb gliding over that deep divot on the very tip of his fat head. âBecause I sure have, Toru.âÂ
Satoruâs heavy balls smack against your arm when he shuffles down his pants even further, now fully letting you go ahead with your agonizing torture. âShit-â he yelps, eyes screwing shut at the image. âDonât- donât say that, holy shit.â
You toy with your scrap of panties, massaging every ridge and curve with it. Just dragging your hand up and down. âWould you rather I think it instead?â
With a pained growl, he suddenly has you sitting so prettily on his muscular lap. Your legs splayed out like such a slut, needy cunt slobbering all over where you were sat right on his demanding erection.Â
By the time youâre realizing your helpless position, itâs too late - and Satoruâs already shrugging off the rest of his pants. Buttons hitting the floor when he just tears his flowing dress shirt off.Â
âSh-show off.â you breathe, hands mapping out every dip and curve of the plane of defined muscles displayed before you. So mouthwatering.Â
âCan tell that you- ngh think mâmouthwatering, flower.â he grins. One hand kneading and groping the flesh of your ass to steady your drooling cunt to kiss at his thick tip. The other keeping one of your palms stuck to his washboard abs, up, up, up to press at his sculpted left pec. âNâ I know mâheartâs not beating, but Iâm much the same. Very- much the- same.â
And Satoruâs spent years waiting, yearning - so he doesnât waste even a second more when stuffing his cock inside your snug cunt.Â
âO-oh. Satoru- Satoru please oh-â
The stretch - fuck, the stretch. The stretch is so much that it feels like youâre being split apart. Just the bare tip of his fat cock being bullied in short, determined half-thrusts.Â
And it takes only one, lucky collision into the bullseye of your g-spot and youâre already falling apart.Â
âWait- wait wait wait mâgonna-â you gasp, your nails running down his broad, milky back in jagged red lines when youâre cumming once more. Toes curling, hips convulsing wildly on top of a smug Satoru. âOh my god, ngh- whatâve you done to me, Toru?â
âNow, let me ngh- let me tell you a little secret, hah- princess.â His hand comes up to cup your jaw, gifting a sweet kiss on your swollen lips. âThe best thing about mates?â Sharp fangs catch onto your delicate skin, âThey feel sex on a whole other level.â
And then heâs bringing down both hands to spread apart the globes of your ass. Your puffy folds are stretched to their limits when he thrusts up once. Muscled thighs flexing underneath yours. Harsh.Â
Ignoring your pleading keens and the slight resistance at the intrusion of his intimidating size, âHold on, princess- hold- fuuuuck.â Lips latch onto yours, drinking up every heady whine when your poor cunt is being fed every inch by fucking inch. âYouâre taking me so well.â
And that you were - your pussy lips bulging and struggling to accommodate Satoruâs monstrous size, but still taking him in so greedily.Â
âThere we go.â he grunts out, punctuated with heavy rams of hips. Up, up, up until you could feel Satoruâs sobbing tip graze against your cervix - your lungs. âTheeere we fuckinâ-â Pushing and pushing until there was no more, until your neglected clit was scratching against his snowy pubic hair. Ass coming to rest at his twitching balls. â-go.â
âYouâre in so deep-â youâre blabbering, cockdrunk already. The last few dredges of your high still not wearing off, it takes you a few seconds of Satoru still trying to squeeze his cock even deeper to manage to raise a hand about midway up your stomach. Feeling for that vertical bulge that was him, â-can feel you right here.â
âOh yeah?â
And like he was testing your theory, Satoru fucks up into your gummy hole in another bullying slam. Watching in wonder at the way that little divot in your stomach crashes around the same spongy cervix he was.Â
âFuck- youâre right.â he hisses. Addicted now. Immediately rocking into you with reeling, long rolls of his hips. âYouâre so- fuckinâ right.â
You canât find the energy in yourself to even yelp in surprise when Satoru immediately changes your positions so that youâre now laying fucked-out on the mattress. His domineering hips pinning you down to use you like some little cocksleeve.Â
âGod-â he pants into your open mouth, tongue swirling with your weighty one. âGod- fuck fuck fuck if heaven is real then this is it.â Each little profanity is decorated with a smoldering crash of his tip into your sweet spot. âYouâre the heaven I donât ngh- deserve, flower.â
That neat bitemark on your thigh is being jostled with the amount of ragged movement, and you wince with pain when it starts flowing again.Â
âOh- oh.âÂ
Satoruâs like a predator that has cornered his prey, and is spending hours tediously unraveling every single bit of you.Â
Sliding two smooth palms underneath your legs, theyâre urgently thrown over his large shoulders to fold you down, down, down into the meanest mating press you think you could handle - handle without fucking breaking, that is.Â
âSo good tâme.â he breathes, long tongue easily licking up that sweet nectar of your blood. âYâknow your cute lilâ brain sâtoo scrambled to even read right now.â
âH-how can I think when youâre ah! Like- like this, Toru?â
The sudden change in angle makes you scream. It makes you clamor for the headboard, the sheets, your husband when that obscenely perfect upwards curve of his dick is massaging every nook and cranny of your cunt.Â
âYeah? Feels good? Now now- donât run- awayâ heâs dragging you down those drenched sheets by the legs like some ragdoll, stuffing you more and more with his painful cock. Fucking you so relentless, like he was trying to worship every little hidden sweet spot inside your dripping cunt. âSay it- no no no, not in your head. Say it.â
And you do - a little over fifteen times when his thick hilt pecks your pussy lips over and over with each thrust when Satoru bottoms out, hitting all the way into the back of your cunt - your cervix, your g-spot - like he couldnât decide which one to bruise more.Â
âSâtoo good-â youâre gasping. Your overstimulated pussy being molded like clay to the girthy shaft kissing down your cunt. Stretching out your elastic walls until you could almost feel them take shape to his swollen cock. Feel every sensitive spot inside you being overstimulated at once with every burning massage against them. âYouâre fuckinâ me way too- too good- ngh- canât even think.â
But that wasnât enough for him.
Dipping a thumb down to circle around your clit, white-hot pleasure shoots up your spine when he lets out a deep rumble, âThink I fell in love with you when I- fuck, right then and there when I first- hah saw you all those years back.â speeding up with the sloppy staccato of his rude cock. Satoruâs words slurring now, messed up and half-prepared like the accelerating half-thrusts being bestowed upon your ravaged cunt. Like he couldnât bear to pull out completely. âThe first time you saw me, you were so afraid. Look at you- fuck, jusâ look at you now, princess.â
Each word is like a brand onto your sticky skin, accompanied by harsh smacks of Satoruâs balls against your ass, his sharp hip bones digging into your thighs. Him.
âToruââ is all you can manage to whine out, a limp hand pulling his face closer to yours. Youâre jumping with each swipe at your poor clit. âToru mâhere.â
âAnd- and yet-â heâs still blabbering, still pussydrunk while he fucks you so menacingly. Fingers sopping wet with their assault on your sensitive nub, âAnd yet I just- fuck-â He cuts himself off to give your messy hole another thick stream of spit. Coating his long, raw shaft - rubbed red with the way your gripping walls were massaging him so right - making it easier to slide in and out. âAnd yet, I just had to see you, to see the gorgeous mate I donât deserve. I couldnât live without you.â
A single overstimulated tear glistens a track down Satoruâs pretty face - one you kiss away as quickly as it appeared. Nudging open those teary, blue gaze to bore down on you.Â
Oh, he looked an absolute wreck - white hair mussed up, stray strands sticking to his forehead. Glossy lips parted, drool pooling at the corner, broken grunts leaving him with each smash of his tip back into your cunt. So blissed out.Â
Jolting at your eyes on him, Satoru feels his balls tighten so painfully. Abs burning when his pace stutters with need.Â
âYouâre haunting me, just as much as I was haunting you, Toru.â
So, really, it makes sense that your third orgasm of the night was the same.Â
Just shivering, sinful tingles running from your overstimulated mind right down to where Satoru was stuffing thick white ropes of potent seed deeper and deeper down your tight channel.Â
Overspilling with each calculated ram, his cum is oozing out of the corners of your puffy lips with each furious clench of his balls. Too much.Â
And itâs all you can do to sit there and take it, feeling the sloppy dredges of cum make a mess slobbering down your thighs and his. Starting up blearily at the blurry paintings on the ceilings. The paintings of you - of a still Satoru that looked down at you with only half as much intensity and pure swirling emotion as he was right now.
Something that couldnât be painted - but would make such a pretty picture, when his fangs bite into that racing junction at your neck.
You scream a soundless scream of his name, eyes rolling to the back of your head as something warm fills your entire body.Â
Leaving your words unheard, your ravaged hole loose to let out slobbering squelches of Satoruâs cum. Blood racing and flowing right into Satoruâs greedy mouth.Â
âPrincess-â he gulps. Tongue licking up every crimson bead his crazed eyes could spot, body aching when he dares pull away from that heavenly taste. More. âPrincess princess princess- you- hngh youâre mine. All mine now.â
And heâs letting out more thick globs of cum straight into your waiting cunt. Body bowing even harder to let it seep into your elastic walls, your womb. So much more than you can take and he just keeps giving.Â
It seems like forever when Satoru finally pulls away - and within the glowing blue of his eyes, you can see the red staining his lips, dripping down those fangs, his chin. Staining the silk sheets below - staining you with so much more.Â
Before you can stop yourself, youâre reaching up to catch his lips in a bloodied kiss. Your own elongated canines catching amateurishly on his lips.Â
Satoru hisses - but he likes it. And you can tell.Â
You can read every single hypnotizing thought whirling behind those crystal blue eyes - how he wants to ravish you again, how he wants to worship you. To make you his all over, to have you make him yours. The thought makes you smile as you whisper, âIâm onto you, Toru.â
âYouâre onto me, flower.â Catching your lips in a sweet, sweet red kiss. âForever.â
A/N. This was SOOO fun to write omg yâall have no idea. If you made it this far then you get a sloppy smooch from me mwahhhh.
actually one thing i like about Romantic Killer that doesn't get talked about much is how Anzu definitely needed the jolt to her routine when Riri showed up. like it's perfectly fine that she doesn't want a boyfriend and isn't interested in love, but she also didn't have any friends, wasn't going out to do activities or hang out with people, and never put any effort into bettering herself. her life outside of school was literally just video games and chocolate - it looks like she relied on playing video games with her classmates during middle school, then stopped once it became socially unacceptable (or just too difficult) to keep up the relationships and then never made any friends outside of Saki. that's not healthy!
i mean yeah, the "getting trapped in a dating sim against her will" thing is completely unfair for Anzu, but it's probably what saved her from getting too comfortable with avoiding people. as much as i laugh at/relate to Anzu gushing over her husbandos, you really get the sense that pre-series Anzu doesn't like real people all that much specifically because they're not fictional people with fictional emotions. the way she opens up to Kazuki, Junta, Hijiri, and even Riri is genuinely a joy to watch, and even if it's only because of Otome Shoujo Cliches come to life, doing things like getting a job and going on dates are all great ways for Anzu to break out of her comfort zone.
basically i love that the story doesn't force Anzu to fall in love or accept an unwanted romance, but it isn't advocating for her antisocial lifestyle either. the main message of the series is first and foremost "connections with your fellow humans matter whether you like it or not" and it's a lesson that Anzu actively has to relearn after locking herself away from people for most of high school.
â â synopsis: professor satoru has a big problemâeveryone wants him, but his dick wants no one. erectile dysfunction hits hard, until he stumbles into a nightclub and sees his quiet, nerdy student dressed like a sexy villain. and to his suprise, something downstairs finally wakes up.
â â tags & warnings: MDNI. fem!reader. age gap, unprotected p in v, pĆ«ssydrĆ«nk, oral (fem!recieving.) fĂngerĂng, spĂttĂng, overstĂm, dom!reader, dry humpĂng, blĆwjĆb, chĆkĂng, slight tummy bulge, size kÄ«nk. reader is an adult.
â â author's note: HAPPY (early) KINKTOBER YAYY. thanks for 4k so consider this as a thank you gift đ«¶đŒ
the gojo fanart in the middle by @/3-aem !!
satoru always thought hell would be fire and brimstone. the cartoon version. little red devils with pitchforks, laughing while they jabbed him in the ribs. rivers of lava, gnashing teeth, the whole sunday school slideshow burned into his brain.
he never thought hell would look like this.
the bass rattled his ribs like someone had hollowed him out and stuffed a subwoofer inside. every beat felt like it was shaking his skeleton loose. neon lights cut across the room in sharp stabs of pink and blue, flashing fast enough to fry retinas. strangers pressed together, grinding, sweaty, blurred into one big organism that breathed and moaned in time with the music. the air was thick with perfume, cigarettes, and that sticky-sweet smell of spilled liquor clinging to everything.
and speaking of spilled liquorâhis sweater vest had taken the hit. a splash of something neon and syrupy had soaked into the fabric, cooling fast against his skin.
he looked down at himself. the vest. the collared shirt. the smudged glasses sliding down his nose. he stuck out like a chalkboard at an imax theater.
jesus. what was he even doing here?
satoru hunched at the edge of the room, trying to fold six-foot-something of himself into invisibility. his long frame bent awkwardly, one hand wrapped around a glass of something he wasnât drinking, the other shoved deep into his pocket. he stared into the alcohol like it was the most complex equation heâd ever seen, as if enough focus could rewrite reality and teleport him back home.
he could already imagine the voices of his colleagues.
professor gojo? out? on a friday night? in public? with other human beings?
theyâd laugh until they choked.
and honestly, he couldnât even fault them. his idea of âwildâ was alphabetizing his bookcase differently. sweater vests werenât ironicâthey were his uniform. his hair was a perpetual disaster. his glasses had never once been clean.
yet somehow, impossibly, people wanted him. women. men. hell, even the terrifying librarian with the sharp nails had once slipped her number into his pocket and scratched his palm on purpose.
but none of it mattered. because his cock wanted no one.
months of failureâyears, if he stopped lying to himself. soft, useless, unresponsive. like a bored student passed out in the back of a lecture hall. hands, mouths, bodies, toys, pills, even guided breathing exercises he found on youtube. nothing worked. heâd tried so hard.
a doctor had once patted his knee, offered him a kind smile, and said it was probably psychological. probably. as if that helped.
so here he was. in hell. in a nightclub. chasing some faint ghost of arousal he barely remembered, desperate enough to gamble on noise and neon fixing something pills couldnât.
he swirled the liquid in his glass, watching the ice clink against the sides. his palms were sweating, napkin damp and tearing in his grip. the sticky spill on his vest itched. everyone else here looked poured into leather and lace, bodies slick with heat, moving like choreography. he looked like somebodyâs lost chaperone.
he was going to leave. he could already hear the excuses forming. you tried. you showed up. that counts. go home, put on jeopardy reruns, pretend this never happened.
and thenâ
his eyes caught on the bar.
his chest locked tight.
because there, bathed in neon haze, was you.
his student.
quiet. diligent. always front row. notebooks filled with neat handwriting, margins full of smart little questions that made his chest ache with pride. the kind of student who turned assignments in early. who lingered after class to double-check things with a polite smile.
and nowâ
now you were lit up in violent flashes of pink and blue. straps biting into your thighs, a glittering body chain sparking under the strobe. lipstick dark and wet, dangerous. you moved behind the bar with practiced ease, bottles flashing in your hands, wrists flexing with the same precision you used to balance equations.
someoneâholy fuckâslipped a bill into your thigh strap. and you only smirked. unbothered.
satoruâs breath hitched.
this wasnât real. it couldnât be real. you werenât supposed to look like this. you werenât supposed to look like youâd stepped out of his most private, most shameful late-night fantasiesâexcept sharper, alive, intentional.
and then it happened.
a twitch. a stirring. a pulse low in his gut.
satoru almost dropped his glass.
because his cockâhis stubborn, traitorous, useless cockâwas waking up. not halfheartedly. not maybe-if-you-squint. no, it was real hard. straining against his slacks, throbbing like it had been shocked back from the dead.
his face burned. no. no no no. this was unethical. wrong. god, illegal. he should turn around and leave, sprint home, bury himself under blankets until the shame killed him.
but his feet betrayed him.
like gravity had shifted, like heâd been caught in some perverse orbit, he drifted toward the bar, clutching his glass like a talisman.
âohâuh, h-hi,â he croaked, throat bone-dry, voice cracking.
your smile was small at first, the kind bartenders give when theyâre humoring some sad man too out of place for the room. but then it curved, sharpened, and oh god, it was aimed right at him.
satoruâs stomach dropped like an elevator.
âprofessor?â you said, like you couldnât quite believe it. your voice cut through the bass, familiar in a way that made his ears burn. âwhat are you doing here?â
his mouth opened. nothing came out. he tried again, fumbling like a freshman caught cheating. âiâuhâresearch?â
oh god.
research?!
he wanted to bite his own tongue off.
you arched a brow, wiping the bar with a rag, unimpressed. âresearch. in a club?â
âanthropology,â he blurted, then immediately winced. âsociology. human⊠behavior.â
you snorted, and the sound went straight to his cock. fuck. since when did laughter make him hard?
âyouâre terrible at lying,â you said, leaning on the counter. your body chain dipped, catching the light, and he swore he almost passed out. âso. try again, professor. why are you here?â
his glasses slipped down his nose. he pushed them up with a shaky hand, fingers clammy against the frames. âi⊠i donât know.â
and it was true. he didnât know. heâd come chasing some hopeless spark, some phantom memory of desire. but now, faced with youâhis quietest student dressed like a nightmare dressed like a dreamâhe had no words, no excuse, nothing.
you tilted your head, studying him the way you did in class when he went off on tangents about wave-particle duality. except now your eyes were darker, sharper, and satoru felt pinned like a bug.
âhm,â you said, and that little sound nearly undid him.
he scrambled for composure. âshouldnât you, uh⊠be studying? not, umâŠâ his hand flailed vaguely at your outfit, at the neon, at the woman trying to squeeze past with three shots in each hand. ââŠthis?â
you laughed again. âoh, professor. i can multitask.â
his cock twitched. hard. jesus christ.
you slid a glass toward him. whiskey, neat. the kind of drink that burned going down, exactly what he deserved.
âhere,â you said, lips quirking. âon the house. unless you want me to put it on your⊠tuition.â
satoru choked. literally choked. coughs tore out of him while his face went scarlet. you watched with undisguised amusement, not moving to help.
âyouâre enjoying this,â he accused weakly, wiping at his mouth with a napkin that dissolved instantly in condensation.
âmaybe.â your smirk widened. âyou look cute when youâre flustered.â
his brain short-circuited. cute. you called him cute. his cock pressed insistently against his slacks, proof of his betrayal.
âiâiâm notââ he stammered, but you cut him off with a lazy wave.
âdonât bother. youâre blushing so hard i can see it even under these lights.â
he dropped his gaze to the drink. amber liquid swirled, reflecting neon. he wished he could sink into it and drown.
âso,â you said casually, like you werenât dismantling his entire sense of self, âwhatâs a professor doing all alone at a club, looking like someoneâs lost dad?â
âthatâsâharsh,â he muttered.
âaccurate,â you shot back, grin quick and sharp.
he couldnât look at you. couldnât look at your mouth, your chain, the way you leaned just far enough forward that every inch of skin caught the light. his throat worked uselessly.
âi shouldnât be here,â he whispered, more to himself than to you.
âand yet.â your voice was smooth, merciless. âhere you are.â
satoru downed the whiskey in one gulp. it scorched his throat, burned all the way down, but it didnât steady his hands. didnât stop the ache building in his cock, thick and heavy, a sensation he hadnât felt in too long.
âi should leave,â he tried again, pushing his glasses up.
âyou wonât.â
he blinked. âiâwhat?â
âyou wonât,â you repeated, smirk back in place. âbecause youâre curious.â you leaned closer, so close he could smell your perfume, heady and dangerous. âarenât you?â
satoru told himself he could leave at any moment.
heâd finish the whiskey, set the glass down, mutter some excuse about âan early lecture tomorrow,â and walk out. back to his apartment. back to his alphabetized bookshelves and his disappointing bed.
but he didnât move.
the bass thrummed through the soles of his shoes, through his bones, like it was mocking the rhythm of his pulse. sweat prickled down his back beneath his sweater vest. every time he risked a glance at you, he swore the room shifted, tilting on some new axis, as if you were its center.
and you werenât even doing anything. just working. mixing drinks with methodical precision, slipping straws between lacquered lips to taste-test before sliding them across to strangers. laughing at some offhand joke from another bartender. leaning forward just enough that the chain across your chest glittered and dipped, pulling his gaze like a lodestone.
it was unbearable. he wasnât built for this.
your laugh was too loud in his head. his name sounded different on your tongueâprofessorâbut stretched into something teasing, indulgent, like you were tasting it. he kept replaying it, again and again, like an idiot listening to a broken record.
he thought of the classroom. you, hunched over neat notes. the quiet hum you made when something clicked in your head. the way your eyes brightened when he explained concepts no one else bothered to ask about. safe. simple. untouchable.
and nowâthis.
what was worse? that you looked like sin personified, or that his body responded to you instantly, violently, in a way it hadnât responded to anyone in months.
his cock pressed hard against the zipper of his slacks, an ache heâd half-convinced himself heâd never feel again. humiliating. exhilarating. he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
he barely realized you were speaking until your words cut clean through his haze.
âso whatâs the real reason youâre here, professor?â
his heart jolted.
âiâi told youââ
âresearch?â your smirk slanted, ruthless. âyouâve been staring at me like iâm the experiment.â
he flinched. too obvious. he was too obvious.
âi wasnâtââ
âyou were.â your voice was low, amused. âso whatâs the hypothesis? what are you testing?â
he wanted to melt into the bar. vanish between the floorboards. die instantly, do not collect two hundred dollars.
âi shouldnâtââ he started, but his throat closed. he swallowed, the burn of whiskey still sharp. ââŠbe here.â
âand yet.â your gaze held his. âhere you are.â
he hated how your words stuck. how they rang truer than anything he could summon.
you slid closer along the bar, slow, deliberate, until he could smell you. not perfume, not entirelyâsomething warmer, like sweat, leather, faint sugar from spilled drinks. dizzying. he was suddenly hyperaware of the glasses sliding down his nose, the sweat on his palms, the way his knees pressed awkwardly together like a teenager.
âwant me to guess?â you asked.
he couldnât speak. he nodded.
you leaned in, lips nearly brushing the rim of his ear, and his entire body went rigid.
âyou came here because youâre desperate.â
his cock throbbed. shame twisted in his chest, but his body betrayed him.
ânoâiâm notââ
âyou are.â you didnât even let him finish. âyouâve got this reputation, right? handsome professor, women fawning over you, colleagues jealous. but you look miserable.â a pause. a smirk in your tone. âlike a man who canât get it up.â
the air vanished from his lungs.
he stared at the counter, vision blurring. if there had been any mercy in the universe, the floor would have opened up beneath him.
âh-howââ
âi can tell,â you said easily, like you were pointing out the weather. âthe way youâre sitting. the way you drink like itâll save you. the way youâre staring at me like you donât know whether to beg or bolt.â
a whimper caught in his throat. he clamped his lips shut, horrified.
your grin was sharp enough to wound.
âdonât worry, professor,â you murmured, leaning back, stretching like a cat. âi think itâs cute.â
cute. there it was again. his entire face was burning. his body was a live wire, buzzing, too much input all at once.
he tried to swallow words that didnât form. tried to breathe. tried not to reach for himself under the bar like a pathetic man.
and then you tilted your head, watching him squirm, and said the words that broke him:
âwant me to help you?â
his head snapped up. his throat bobbed, working uselessly around sounds.
âiâi canâtâthis is wrongââ
âwrong?â you interrupted, lips quirking. âlook around, professor.â
he did.
the club pulsed and writhed with bodies, couples grinding, strangers pressed against walls, mouths and hands everywhere. people moaning into each otherâs necks, slipping fingers under clothes, lost in their own hunger. no one cared. no one noticed him.
except you.
you leaned closer, gaze bright in the dark. âso. whatâs it gonna be? back to your little apartment, back to boring physics theories and untouched cockâŠâ your hand brushed his knee under the bar, light as static. âor let me show you what it feels like to want again?â
satoruâs pulse roared in his ears.
his cock strained hard, insistent. his brain was sludge, torn between flight and surrender.
he should leave. he should.
instead, his lips parted, voice shaky, cracked, humiliating:
ââŠplease.â
your smile was triumphant. the wicked, malicious kind.
âgood boy.â
the words sank into him slow.
"good boy."
his chest seized. his cock twitched, painful against the zipper. no one had ever called him that in his thirty-nine years of life, not like this, not with a voice that dripped command and amusement and warmth all at once.
his glasses slid down his nose, blurred neon smears swimming in his vision, but he couldnât lift a hand to fix them. he was frozen. small. wide-eyed.
you tilted your head, smile sharp. âcome on, professor. up.â
he blinked. âw-what?â
âup.â your hand closed around his wrist, cool metal from your rings pressing against his skin, and before he could resistâbefore he could thinkâyou were tugging him off the barstool.
his legs wobbled. he nearly tripped, muttering an apology even though you didnât stumble. the crowd pressed in on every side, bodies slick and shameless, but all he could feel was your hand guiding him, sure and steady, threading through the chaos.
âw-wait,â he stammered, trying to plant his heels. âwhereâwhere are weââ
âsomewhere better.â
he wanted to ask what that meant. he wanted to protest, to point out the ethical violations, the sheer impossibility of this. he wanted to run.
instead, his cock throbbed harder.
the crowd swallowed you both whole. neon washed over faces twisted in pleasure, mouths open, eyes closed. no one looked. no one cared. satoruâs chest heaved, panic and arousal choking him, and still you dragged him deeper, until you found an empty couch pushed up against the wall.
you shoved him down onto it with terrifying ease.
satoru sat stiff, knees locked together, sweater vest damp with sweat. his glasses fogged instantly.
âbreathe,â you said, standing over him, hands sliding down your own body like you knew exactly how to keep his eyes glued. âyou look like youâre gonna faint.â
he swallowed hard, throat bobbing. âiâI justâthis isââ
âshh.â you climbed into his lap, straddling him like youâd done it a thousand times, like his body had always been your seat. the shift of your weight pressed him deeper into the cracked leather couch, and his breath left him in a strangled wheeze, the kind that clawed its way up from his chest without permission.
his cock lurched violently against the too-tight confines of his slacks, the swollen head straining against the damp fabric where precum had already bled through.
his hands flailed uselessly at his sides before gripping the cushions like a lifeline, knuckles bleaching white, fingers trembling. he was terrified to touch you, because what if he ruined it? what if he crossed a line?Â
but he was equally terrified not to, because every inch of him screamed to hold you, to clutch at your hips, to pull you closer. caught between the two, he clung to the couch as though it might ground him while his entire world tilted off its axis.
âshit,â he whispered, voice cracking so badly it almost wasnât a word. âthis isâfuck, this isââ
your body chain caught the strobing light as you leaned in, the flash of silver burning his retinas before your lips brushed the shell of his ear. he flinched at the ghost of your breath, chest heaving like youâd branded him.
ârelax, professor,â you murmured, voice low and cruelly soothing. âiâll take care of you.â
his hips jerked helplessly before he could stop them, rutting up against you like he had no control left. the motion dragged a shocked gasp out of him, and heat rushed to his face so fast it burned.
âiâm sorryâI didnât meanâfuck, i canâtââ the words tumbled out of him in a flood, every syllable stammered, desperate to cover his shame.
âstop apologizing,â you ordered, rolling your hips slow and deliberate against the thick ridge in his pants. the drag of your body over his cock stole the air straight from his lungs. a raw sound ripped free of his throat, high and broken, somewhere between a whimper and a groan.
âjust feel.â
and he did. his whole body bowed under the order. every nerve lit up sharp and electric, too much at once, like his skin was too thin for what you were doing to him. his cock strained painfully, the pressure unbearable, every throb slicking his boxers wetter. heâd been empty for monthsâyears, reallyâliving in silence, shutting down, failing every time he tried. now it all came roaring back with a vengeance, violent in its intensity.
âf-fuck, wait, iâi thinkââ his head tipped back against the couch so hard the frame rattled, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose until the neon lights fractured through the skewed lenses. âi canât, i canâtââ
you caught his chin, grip firm, forcing his gaze back up to you. the bass rattled his ribs, but your voice cut clean through it. your eyes burned, merciless, bright with the kind of authority that stripped him bare.
âyou can,â you said. every word sharp as a blade. âand you will. iâm not stopping until youâre wrecked.â
something inside him cracked wide open at thatâsome fragile wall heâd been clutching tight for years.
a choked whimper tore up from his throat, humiliating in its pitch, loud enough that it vanished into the clubâs bassline before anyone could catch it. his cock pulsed, aching, straining so hard against the soaked fabric he thought he might spill untouched, just from the relentless grind of your hips, the heat of your body, and the way you looked at him like he was already yours.
your head tilted, lashes heavy, hands resting deliberate on his chest, nails grazing the knit of his sweater vest like you were testing the weave. âso tense,â you murmured, and the way your breath ghosted across his face made his cock lurch violently against his thigh. âdoesnât anyone ever touch you?â
the question sliced him straight open.
his throat bobbed hard. ân-no. i meanâ not like thisâoh fuckââ
your grin was wicked, slow, sharpened with intent. and then you rolled your hips down, devastating friction sparking white behind his eyes, and he choked on a sound that didnât belong to him, too high, too desperate, too filthy.
âplease,â he gasped, already spiraling into humiliation, voice cracking. âiâI canât, iâllââ
âyouâll what?â your voice was silk, smooth and cruel, unhurried, like you had all the time in the world to watch him unravel.
his head dropped back against the couch, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking to his damp forehead. âiâll c-cumââ the words broke as his body jolted, thighs trembling, because you ground down again, heat and pressure tearing through him like he was on fire.
your eyes glinted, unbothered, like this had always been inevitable. âthen cum.â
two words. and he broke instantly.
his hips bucked helpless, desperate, and then he was spilling in his slacks with a raw, humiliating cry that punched out of his chest before he could choke it down. hot wetness flooded the fabric, cock twitching helplessly under you as you held him there, forcing him to rut into the mess while the club roared around you.
the sound that ripped out of him was loud, cracked, raw enough that a few heads actually turnedâbut no one cared, everyone too busy moaning, grinding, fucking against the walls. his face burned like it was on fire, shame and bliss strangling each other in his chest, and then he collapsed back against the couch, glasses crooked, chest heaving, sweat gluing his shirt to his skin.
âoh my god,â he stammered, voice breaking, hands trembling like they didnât know where to go. âiâIâm sorry, i didnât mean to, i couldnâtââ
âshhh.â your palm dragged deliberately across the wet patch spreading thick across his slacks. he jolted like you had electrocuted him. âwaitân-no, too much, i justââ
âyouâre still hard,â you observed, voice calm, amused, a scientist noting a phenomenon.
his breath caught hard. because you were rightâhis cock was still rock-hard, twitching in the sticky mess, throbbing under your palm, desperate and disobedient. betrayal, unbearable shame, and molten pleasure all crashed through him until he couldnât breathe.
âlook at you,â you murmured, pressing firmer, stroking him through the soaked fabric. âyour body doesnât want to stop.â
he shook his head, thighs trembling, voice cracking. âi c-canâtâitâs too much, i canâtââ
âyou can.â
his vision blurred, the world a haze of neon and bass and strangers fucking in every direction, but all of it faded into white noise compared to the heat of your hand on his ruined cock.
the sharp rasp of his zipper being pulled down cut through everything. his stomach dropped, a pit opening.
ân-no, waitââ
but you were already freeing him, dragging his cock out, and it sprang up against his stomach, fat and flushed dark, wet with his own cum. it slapped heavy against his shirt, drool-thick strings clinging to the fabric, veins pulsing down the obscene length.
his whine cracked in the back of his throat. âplease, please, itâs too sensitive, i justââ
âexactly,â you purred, sweeping your thumb slow over the leaking head, and satoru almost screamed.
his hips jerked like he was trying to both push closer and pull away at the same time, and his mouth just poured nonsense, cracked babbles of: âi canâtâfuck, oh godâdonât, donât, iâllâpleaseââ
you ignored him, stroking steady and merciless, fingers wrapping tight around the slick shaft, twisting just enough to make him writhe.
every stroke wrung another wrecked sound out of himâstrangled moans, breathless apologies, gasps that made his face burn hotter than the neon.
âso sensitive,â you murmured, almost admiring, watching his cock pulse in your fist. âand youâre still leaking. fucking unbelievable.â
he tried, half-sobbing. âiâitâs embarrassing, i donâtââ but his protest cut off with a choked cry when your wrist twisted, dragging cum and slick in a perfect glide. âplease, itâs too muchââ
âyouâre doing fine.â
and then, before his brain could catch up, you shifted off his lap, sliding down to your knees in front of him.
satoruâs stomach flipped so hard it felt like he might be sick. âw-wait, no, you donâtâdonât have to, you shouldnâtââ
but then your mouth closed over his cock and the world ripped out from under him.
a sharp, humiliating cry tore out of his throat, lost to the pounding bass, his glasses sliding down his nose as his whole body convulsed. âoh god, oh fuck, yourâyour mouthâtoo warmâtoo muchâ!â
heat seared through every nerve ending, your tongue flattening against the thick vein under his shaft, your lips stretching tight around his girth as you sank down. he tried to push at your shoulders, terrified, babbling broken apologies between sobs of pleasureââiâm sorry, i canât, iâll cum, i canât hold it, please, iâm gonna, please stop, i canâtââ
your nails dug into his thighs, pinning him to the couch. no escape.
he sobbed, full-bodied, chest heaving, his whole world reduced to the wet drag of your throat and the unbearable pull of being forced to endure it. every suction, every glide, every obscene slurp had him arching off the seat like you were shocking him straight through the spine.
âpleaseâpleaseâiâm gonnaââ
and then you hummed around him, and the vibration detonated through his nerves.
he broke. his cock jerked helplessly down your throat, hot cum spilling in thick spurts, gagging him on his own cry. it ripped the breath from his lungs, left him shaking violently, glasses fogged uselessly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. the kind of sob that clawed out of him wasnât meant for anyone elseâs ears, high and raw, the sound of a man unraveling past recognition.
when you finally pulled off, his cock was still hard, still twitching, still drooling cum down the swollen length like it didnât know the meaning of release.
you looked up at him through lashes wet with club-light, lips shining with spit and cum, a lazy smirk curling. âtwo.â
the word made his stomach drop through the floor.
âoh god,â he whispered, voice shredded, chest heaving like he had been drowned and dragged up again. âi canâtâi canât, no more, itâs too much, iâm sorryââ
âlook at you.â your hand wrapped him again, stroking slow, ignoring how he flinched, how his hips bucked despite his desperate pleas. âstill hard. your body doesnât know how to quit.â
he whimpered, mortified, his hands fisting so tight into the couch cushions the fabric threatened to rip.
you grabbed his chin, forced him to meet your eyes through the blur of tears. âyou made a mess,â you murmured, rolling your hips so his cock twitched weakly inside you. ânow itâs your turn.â
he stared, breath caught. âm-my⊠my turn?â
âyeah.â your smirk cut him open. âdonât you think you should take care of me too?â
the words short-circuited him. he stared like you had just rewritten physics in front of him, babbling, âw-wait, iâIâve neverââ
âexactly.â you guided his trembling hand down between your thighs, dragged his fingers straight into the slick heat, obscene and dripping.
his pupils blew wide, throat locking, a sound like prayer clawing out of him. you were soaked. his knuckles shone, drenched instantly, and the poor man nearly fainted.
âoh my god,â he croaked, voice breaking. âyouâreâyouâre reallyâfuck, youâre so wetââ
âdonât just stare.â you ground against his hand, coating his fingers more. âtouch me.â
he looked wrecked, like he might cry from the pressure, but he obeyed, shaking fingers brushing tentative over your folds, clumsy and too soft. the tiny contact made your hips twitch, and his gasp was wild, like he had discovered fire.
âs-sorry! i donâtâi donât know what iâm doing, iâll mess it upââ
âthen learn.â
and it detonated in him.
his fingers hovered like they were trespassing, trembling against the soaked heat of your cunt as though one wrong move might make you vanish. every nerve in his body screamed that he shouldnât, couldnât, but you were dragging him closer, guiding his hand like it was yours to command.
he swallowed hard, adamâs apple bobbing, breath wrecked and shaky. âiâiâll mess it up,â he whispered, and the way his voice cracked on the words only made your thighs twitch around his wrist.
âthen mess it up,â you said. âjust do it.â
the smallest whimper broke out of him, almost inaudible, before he slid one finger in, too careful, too shallow. it wasnât even enough to stretch you properly, but the slick heat that swallowed him down nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs.
âfuck.. oh god, youâreââ he bit the words off, glasses sliding down his nose as his eyes glued to the sight of his knuckle vanishing inside you. âyouâre so warm, i can feel.â
he pushed a little deeper, unsteady, like he was afraid youâd burn him. his fingertip brushed that tender spot inside, purely by accident, and the way your hips jolted made his cock jerk so violently he almost came again untouched.
âdid iâdid i hurt you?â he stammered, terrified, but the noise you madeâa broken, needy soundâset his ears ringing.
you grabbed his wrist and pressed him deeper, until the base of his finger was buried inside you. he choked, a wrecked sound clawing out of him as your walls squeezed around him. âholy fuck. holy fuck. youâre⊠youâre gripping me so tight.â
his hand was shaking so badly it made the movement jerky, awkward. he tried curling his finger, the way he must have read somewhere online, but it was too stiff, too hesitant, more trial-and-error than skill. still, each clumsy drag scraped over that sensitive spot again, and your breath hitched.
he froze. âthatâwas that good? iâfuck, tell me it was goodââ
your laugh came broken, sharp with arousal. âkeep going.â
so he did. one finger turned into two, a shaky stretch that had his forehead beading with sweat, because the snug heat clamped down like it was refusing to let him go. he pushed them in with a choked groan, as though your cunt was swallowing him whole instead of just his fingers.
âoh my godâoh my godâyouâre so wet, itâs dripping down my handââ he babbled, staring wide-eyed as slick glistened across his knuckles. âfuck, youâreâyour bodyâs sucking me in, itâsââ
he thrust clumsily, too fast, then slowed to almost nothing, lost in the rhythm, like his brain couldnât decide between frantic and reverent. every twitch of your walls had him gasping like he was the one being fucked, his hips jerking helplessly in the air, cock smearing more cum across his ruined shirt.
and when he tried curling them again, clumsy and off-angle, he still managed to rub over that perfect spot enough to make you arch. the sight of your head falling back, lips parted, sent him spiraling.
âoh, fuck, you like thatâyou like my fingersâfuck, i canât believe. i canât believe itâs me doing thisââ his voice was breaking into frantic little gasps, humiliation and awe knotted tight together. âyouâre squeezing so tight, i can feel everyâevery flutterâfuck, i feel like i'm gonna die...â
he pumped harder, wrist slick, two fingers scissoring inside you with messy, desperate insistence. he didnât have finesse, didnât know how to pace himselfâbut he had raw need, and it showed in every frantic drag, every shuddering whimper spilling out of him as he watched you come apart.
his breath rasped in your ear, hot and frantic. âiâI donât know if itâs rightâoh god, youâre clenching so hardâI canât tellââ his words broke into a whine when your nails dug into his shoulder.
âkeep going,â you ordered.
he obeyed instantly, fumbling faster, the sloppy rhythm making obscene squelches that filled the neon-drenched air. your slick coated his knuckles, running down to his wrist, dripping onto his ruined slacks. every time he realized how wet you were, his head shook like he couldnât believe it.
âgod, itâs everywhereâyouâre dripping on meâfuck, fuck, itâs so hotââ he was babbling again, voice pitched high, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach. âi donât deserve this.â
he tried curling his fingers like before, but the angle was wrong, too shallow. he groaned in frustration, muttering, âshit, no, wait, let meââ and pulled them almost all the way out before shoving them back in, too hard, making you jolt.
your gasp made him panic. âd-did I hurt you? oh god, I hurt you, Iâm sorryââ
âshut up and do it again,â you snapped, hips bucking down to meet his hand.
his eyes rolled back, a wrecked sound clawing out of him. âfuck, youâre unreal...â
he started thrusting harder, less finesse, more instinct. the blunt force of his fingers wasnât precise, but it was relentless, pumping fast enough that your thighs quivered against his wrist. he stared down, fascinated and horrified, at the way your slick gushed around him, his hand disappearing into the mess of your cunt.
âoh god, youâre soaking meâfuck, I can hear it, itâs so loud.â
the wet squelches spurred him on, and even when his pace faltered, his desperation filled the gaps. his palm slapped clumsily against your clit once, making you jolt with a sharp cry, and the sound broke him.
âthere? was thatâoh fuck, I did something right, didnât I?â
he pressed again, rubbing his palm awkwardly over your clit while still driving his fingers inside. the angle was messy, his hand shaking too much, but the added friction made your hips grind against him without thinking.
your body betrayed you first, tightening hard around his fingers, the wet clutch of your cunt dragging him deeper. his eyes went wide, lips parting in shock. âyouâreâoh my god, youâre close...â
his voice cracked into a whimper as he worked you harder, clumsy but relentless, pumping fast enough that your slick sprayed his wrist, coating his hand in shine. your nails raked down his back, and he sobbed, hips bucking into the air like he could fuck the phantom of your pleasure.
âpleaseâplease cum, I need itâoh god, g-give it to me...â
and when it finally hit, when your cunt fluttered and clamped tight around his fingers, he nearly screamed with you. your orgasm tore through you, soaking his hand, milking his clumsy thrusts as your back arched. the wet sounds doubled, tripled, until it was all you could hear under the bass.
âohhh fuckâyouâre cumming on meâon my fingersâholy shit, Iâm making youââ his words spiraled into hysterics, forehead pressing to your chest as he panted. âyouâre squeezing me so tightâI can feel everything... youâre so beautiful like this.â
your thighs trembled, cunt pulsing around the fingers still stuffed inside, and he looked ruined, wrecked, trembling like he was the one undone. cum smeared his shirt from his earlier release, but his cock still twitched angrily against his stomach, fat and flushed and desperate.
and still, his hand didnât stop moving, fingers writhing inside you, like he was terrified to let you go.
âyouâre still squeezing me,â he whispered, voice cracking. âit feels so good, I canât⊠I donât know how to stop.â
your body twitched under him, nerves raw, clit throbbing with every accidental brush of his palm. overstimulation began to crawl up your spine, that unbearable mix of ache and need that had your thighs clamping tight around his wrist. you tried to twist away, but he followed, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazed as he watched his fingers vanish into your dripping heat again and again.
âyouâre dripping all over me,â he babbled, almost hysterical, his cheeks flushed scarlet. âitâs everywhere⊠you can cum again, right? you can, I know you can. your body feels like it wants to.â
the sloppy pressure of his palm ground over your clit again, and your back arched helplessly. a broken sound tore out of you, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
âyes, yes, there, thatâs it,â he gasped, tears beading the corners of his eyes. âyou feel so good on my fingers, Iâll do anything, just cum for me again, please.â
your walls clenched down brutally, and the orgasm ripped through you a second time, shorter, sharper, leaving your thighs shaking against his shoulders. you could hear the slick gush around his fingers, feel the mess smeared down his wrist.
satoru almost sobbed. âyou really did⊠you came again on me. I can feel you everywhere. youâre perfect.â
he finally slowed, dragging his fingers out and staring in awe at how drenched they were, cum and slick coating him up to the knuckles. his cock twitched violently against his ruined shirt, leaking like he hadnât already spilled earlier.
he looked up at you then, wrecked and trembling, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. his glasses were sliding down his nose, crooked, making him look even more like the flustered professor you knew.
âI⊠I want more,â he admitted, voice low and raw. âI want to be inside. please. I need it.â
the confession hit like a blow, his tone frantic but sincere, eyes wide with a kind of fear that came from desperation rather than doubt. he looked at you like you were his last chance at salvation.
âyou want to fuck me here? in the club?â you teased, dragging your slick fingers down his chest.
his head bobbed in a shaky nod. âyes. I donât care if they watch. I donât care about anything. I need you. Iâve neverââ his throat caught, and he forced the words out, trembling. âIâve never wanted anything this much in my life.â
his cock pressed heavy and flushed against your stomach, twitching, leaking, obscenely hard in spite of everything. he wrapped a hand around the base like he was trying to steady it, but it only made it look bigger, angrier, every vein standing out against the flushed skin.
he met your eyes, broken and pleading. âtell me how. tell me what to do. Iâll try, I promise.â
satoru lined himself up with both hands, knuckles white, the fat weight of his cock slapping heavy against your stomach as he tried to steady it. his glasses had slid so far down his nose they were practically useless, but he didnât dare push them back upâhe needed both palms just to keep himself in place.
âgod, itâsâfuckâitâs huge, it wonâtâŠâ his voice cracked, shaking apart as the flushed head dragged through your slick folds. every pass caught on your entrance, smearing cum and spit everywhere, and his hips jerked like a nervous tic. âI can feel the heat, I can feel you pulling me in alreadyâIâm not gonna last if I evenâif I justââ
you reached down and wrapped your hand around him, guiding the tip exactly where you wanted it. his whole body jolted like youâd stuck a live wire to his skin.
âwaitâno, donât, donât guide me, Iâll lose it if youâahhââ the words dissolved into a sharp, humiliating cry as you pushed him forward, the swollen head breaching your cunt with a brutal stretch.
his glasses fogged instantly, his jaw dropping open. âoh, fffuck, Iâm inâIâm reallyâoh god, youâre strangling me, I canât, itâs too tightââ
the stretch bordered on unbearable, your walls aching around him as he struggled to sink deeper. his chest heaved, every muscle straining, like he was trying to hold himself back but couldnât.
âyouâre so hotâso hot and wetâoh fuck, it hurts, but itâs good, itâs so goodâI donât deserve this, professors donâtâdonât belong insideâstudentsâoh godââ
you dug your nails into his ass and dragged him down. he sobbed out loud, high-pitched and broken, as inch after inch forced its way inside, until his hips finally slammed flush with yours.
your stomach bulged with the shape of him, the obscene outline of his cock stretching you open, pulsing, twitching.
satoru collapsed against you, forehead pressed to your shoulder, shaking all over. âIâI canât breathe. youâre so full, youâre choking meâI mean, youâre choking my cockâyour walls are squeezing like youâll never let go. Iâm gonna cum, Iâll cum just from this, I swearââ
he pulled out clumsily, only a few inches, then drove back in with no rhythm. the couch squeaked, your ass slapping wetly against his thighs.
âsorryâsorry, I canât slow downâIâm trying, I swear, but it feels too good, too good, Iâll die if I stopââ
his thrusts were messy, frantic, slamming deep one moment and grinding crooked the next. every push punched air from your lungs, every drag scraped your clit against his pelvis in ragged bursts of friction.
his face above you was wrecked, flushed crimson, mouth hanging open, glasses sliding halfway down his nose. âyouâreâso beautifulâso filthyâunder meâoh god, donât kick me out, please donâtâIâll do anythingââ
then his cockhead clipped something inside you, that raw spot that made your hips jolt. his breath caught like heâd heard the sound of a miracle.
âthereâoh fuck, I hit it, didnât I?âthat little jump, that was itâIâll do it again, Iâll keep hitting it, Iâll make you cum, Iâll make sureââ
he hammered in with wild urgency, aiming clumsy but determined. the couch banged against the floor, his heavy balls smacking wet against your ass, every sound swallowed by the roar of the club around you.
âyouâre gripping me so hardâI canât thinkâIâm gonna cum, Iâm already there, I canât stop it, I canâtâoh god, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryââ
your cunt swallowed him greedily, obscene squelches rising up each time his hips slammed flush against yours. every thrust ground the fat head of his cock against your cervix, a bruising battering that made your toes curl and your belly clench, and satoru couldnât stop babbling through it.
âoh fuck, itâs so deepâyouâre letting me fuck your womb, I can feel the way youâre choking me from the inside outâI shouldnât be here, you shouldnât let me...â
you dug your nails into his back, dragging red streaks down his pale skin, and the sound that ripped out of him was high and shattered. when his head dropped against your neck, you caught him by the chin, forcing his tear-streaked face up toward you.
âlook at me,â you ordered, tightening your thighs around his waist until he shuddered. âlook at how pathetic you are.â
his eyes were wet, lashes clumped, glasses hanging useless on the edge of his nose. he tried to nod, but your hand suddenly wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to cut his breath.
he choked, a ragged, broken sob spilling out of his chest, hips bucking violently forward as if the denial of air short-circuited every nerve in him.
âyou like that?â you hissed, your grip firm on his throat as your other hand fisted in his hair, holding him still. âyou like being choked while you fuck me?â
his answer was a garbled, desperate moan, body trembling, cock twitching inside you as if it wanted to cum from the grip alone. tears spilled hot down his cheeks, streaking his flushed skin, and you licked the salt off his jaw before slapping his face lightly, just enough to make him whine.
âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum again,â you hissed, nails biting into his scalp, dragging him down into a bruising kiss. your cunt squeezed him tighter, wringing him, dragging him to the edge with you.
he whimpered against your lips, babbling, âplease cum with meâneed you to cum, need to feel it...â
your body arched, shuddering, as you broke on him, the world collapsing into white heat, your cunt clamping down hard enough to make his cock jerk violently inside you. the wet spasm milked him, and he screamed into your mouth, a guttural, broken sound, cock spilling hot, thick cum straight into your womb.
it was endlessâpulse after pulse flooding you, until it leaked out around the thick shaft still stuffing you full. your stomach bulged under the sheer stretch of him, throbbing with every twitch, every shudder.
and then, finally, his body faltered. his thrusts lost rhythm, stuttering weakly before slowing to nothing. his cock softened inside you, still dripping, still plugged deep in your cunt even as his chest collapsed against yours.
the overstimulation left him raw, twitching, tears drying sticky on his cheeks. his hands clutched at you like he was drowning, sobbing quietly against your collarbone.
when you finally lifted your hips and slid off him, his cock slipped free with a wet, humiliating squelch, soft but still leaking thick ropes of cum that spilled down his thighs and yours, soaking the couch beneath you.
he whimpered at the loss of your heat, face burning, unable to meet your eyes.
and you just sat back, catching your breath, watching his ruined cock twitch feebly against his stomach, cum still drooling from the slit.
âlook at you,â you said, voice low and sharp. âyou did cum with me. barely.â
satoru sobbed once, a raw, involuntary sound that seemed to tear itself straight out of his chest. he looked wrecked, utterly destroyed, glasses crooked and fogged, sweat dampening the pale hair that clung to his forehead. cum still streaked across his lap, staining the fabric of his slacks, sticking to his ruined shirt, obscene evidence of what heâd been reduced to. professor, mentor, supposed geniusânothing but a trembling mess sprawled out under your control.
his mouth moved before his mind caught up, words spilling unfiltered, sharp with shame. âfuck, I⊠I ruined you. ruined everything. I couldnât evenâcouldnât even finish right.â his throat worked hard around the confession, bobbing visibly, his eyes glossing with frustrated tears as they darted away from yours. âwhat kind of man does that?â
you didnât let him spiral. your hand rose, steady and deliberate, cupping his jaw, dragging his flushed face back toward you until there was nowhere else for him to look. the heat of his skin pulsed under your palm, damp with sweat and spit, his cheek slick from where tears had already carved tracks.
around you the club was chaosâmoans tearing through the air, wet slaps of bodies colliding, a burst of laughter that faded into the heavy pulse of bass. the sounds were relentless, every one a reminder of the filth you were drowning in, but it all blurred into meaningless noise compared to the fragile way he breathed in your hand.
âyou didnât ruin me,â you said, voice calm, cutting straight through his panic. your thumb dragged slow across his cheekbone, catching on the salt-slick there. âyou made me cum. twice. you fucked me until your body gave out. thatâs more than most men manage on their best night.â
his lips parted like he meant to protest, to deny, but nothing came out. only the faintest stammer of breath, a tremor of disbelief. below, his cock twitched feebly against his thigh, pitiful in its soft state, but still dribbling a last thread of cum onto his lap like it hadnât learned the word surrender.
âlook at me, professor.â
your command sliced through him, sharper than the bass, sharper than his own shame, and his head snapped up without thought. his eyes met yoursâwet, wide, drowning in their own storm.
âyou did fine,â you murmured, low and steady, letting the words settle into him like weight on his chest. âbetter than fine. you gave me everything you had.â
the praise landed like a strike. he broke under it in a way he hadnât under overstimulation or pressure or even your hand at his throat. his shoulders shuddered hard, tremors rippling down his long frame, his lips pressing tight like he was holding something back. for a moment you thought he might collapse fully, burst into sobs right there in your hands.
instead, with a clumsy desperation, he reached for you. his big, shaking hand grabbed yours and dragged it to his chest, pressing it flat over the rapid, chaotic beat of his heart. it stuttered and jumped against your palm, frantic, like it was trying to leap free from his ribs.
âiâthank you,â he whispered, voice shredded, trembling so badly it was almost inaudible under the music.
âthank you for⊠for letting meââ his words cracked, splintered. he couldnât force the last part out, couldnât say the word fuck, not when his voice was already breaking like prayer, like confession.
behind you, a girl moaned loud against the wall, the guttural sound drowned in the brutal rhythm of her partnerâs hips slamming into her. another man stumbled past, cock already out, jerking frantically into his fist as though the world outside this neon blur didnât exist.
satoruâs hands shook as he reached for you, as if instinct alone was dragging him forward. his palm brushed your thigh, slick and trembling, trying to swipe away the mess heâd left. but his fingers only smeared it further, dragging cum across your skin in wet streaks.
âi shouldââ his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. âi should clean you up. i canât just leave you like this. iâfuck, i made such a mess.â
you caught his wrist before he could fumble further, his knuckles shining with your slick. his pale lashes fluttered, frantic, like he expected you to scold him.
ârelax,â you said, tone steady. âthis isnât your problem.â
his lips parted. âit isââ
âno, satoru.â you pressed, and the firmness in your voice made him flinch. âi work here. this is my job. the mess, the neon, the moans, the way people look at meâthis is all mine. not yours to fix.â
his throat bobbed hard, adamâs apple jerking as he looked at you like the ground had just opened under his feet. he wanted to argueâgod, every nerve in him screamed to argueâbut nothing came out.
instead, he pulled back his hand slowly, staring at the shine of cum and spit coating his skin, at the sticky threads clinging between his fingers. his cock gave a feeble twitch, soft but still too heavy against his thigh, betraying him even in shame.
you leaned in, brushing his glasses back onto his face, straightening them where theyâd slid crooked. âgo home, professor. get some rest.â
something in the way you said itâgentle, finalâcut straight through him.
he nodded, small, shaky. âright. yes. of course.â
he tried to stand, but his knees nearly buckled under his own weight, and he had to grab the couch to steady himself. his sweater vest clung damp to his chest, stained with sweat and cum.
he fumbled with his slacks, hands clumsy and shaking as he tried to shove his cock back inside. the length was soft now, heavy and sticky against his palm, smeared with spit and dripping the last of his release down his wrist. every brush of fabric dragged a shiver out of him, too sensitive, too raw, until he hissed through his teeth.Â
he finally managed to tuck himself away, the wet patch blooming darker over his crotch, his obscene girth still bulging obvious through the ruined fabric. shame burned through himâanyone who looked would know exactly what had happened.
satoru glanced at you once more, words forming and dying on his tongue. he wanted to tell you how beautiful youâd looked, how youâd ruined him in ways he didnât know he could be ruined, how every moan youâd wrung out of him would haunt him for the rest of his life.
but he only managed a strangled, âi'll see you at school,â before he turned away.
the bass swallowed him as he slipped toward the exit, shoulders hunched, shame and guilt and unspent desire burning a hole in his chest.
behind him, you stayed perched on the ruined couch, legs still sticky with his cum, eyes glinting in the neon haze.
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Authors note: In my active era again!! Yâall know the deal; F!reader, sub(ish) character, m!receiving, yall r in the bathtub.
Summary: bathing with hubby doesnât always go as planned.
The sound of bubbling water splashed around the tiled room, mingling with the soft hums and whispers exchanged between each kiss you shared with your husband. You found yourself nestled between his legs in the snug confines of the bathtub, but to both of you, it felt just right. It was the perfect amount of space to fulfill your urgent desires.
Your intention was to help him unwind after a long, exhausting day at work, yet it seemed you both had become sidetracked from your primary objective, as his fingers glided from the curve of your back down to your hips. With his eyes tightly shut, he concentrated solely on your lips, mirroring your own focus before you pulled away slightly.
He was quick to chase back your lips again with his own, causing you to giggle as you press a finger against them. âI thought you were tiredâŠâ you teased. He simply gazed at you before drawing you back in for another needy kiss. I suppose that was his way of answering you.
Your hands seem to develop a will of their own as they explore down from his chest, eliciting a hitch in his breath and a slight furrow of his brows. His grip on your hip only tightened as your wandering hands continue to move lower along his body, following the water's gentle ripples. He knew what you were planning and by no means did he want you to stop.
This time, he was the one to break the kiss, responding to your previous question, âI amâŠbut having a beautiful wife to come home to changes things.â You respond with a smile at his words before your hand glides over the tip of his cock, causing a soft moan to leave him, the wetness of the head concealed by the surrounding water.
Your voice turned low as you whispered in his ear, âYou should just relax and let me take care of youâŠâ And who was he to argue with that?
Your fingers then begin to gently trace up and down his length, harmonizing with the swirling water, causing him to shiver slightly. He releases a breathy laugh, his neck tilting back slightly at your touch. âItâs kinda hard toâŠespecially when you tease it like that, you know?âŠâ you hum softly, leaning in to place a kiss at the corner of his lips while ensuring your fingers remain just barely on him.
"Sorry... thought I'd take it slow for you to get used to it..." you pause for a moment, and just as he was about to voice his frustration over the lack of movement, you firmly grasp his cock and twist around its length in a swift motion.
God, the little smirk that adorned your face as you watched his mouth fall agape, words leaving his mind with nothing but moans escaping. âAhâŠb-baby, youâmhâŠâ He could feel his face begin to heat up a sign of his growing blush and he swore he thought he was about to cum right then and there.
And then there was the way you spoke to him, the tone of your voiceâfuck it did something to him especially when you asked, âThis better for you, baby?â
He tried to answer you, he really did, but every time he attempted to speak, it turned into a whine or a broken stutter. He couldn't even meet your gaze, his head leaning further back against the bathroom wall tiles, leaving his neck exposed for you. "F-fuck... so f-fast..." was all he could manage, mixed with a few incoherent sentences that sounded like "thank you's."
Perhaps it was due to how exhausted he felt after today, or maybe it was the stress he had been under at work lately. It could also be because you were caring for him like this, but the moment you pressed your face against his neck, a loud whimper escaped his lips as he buried his head into your shoulder to muffle it a bit. âMâsorryâ babe, I-Im gonna cumâŠG-God mâcummin!âŠâ Suddenly, you felt the warm release of cum leaving his tip in the bathtub, along with the twitching of his cock in your hand.
You gradually slowed your movements, allowing him to regain his composure after his climax, before pulling back with a teasing smile, âThat good?â You felt a surge of pride for making him cum with just a few flicks of your wrist and so quickly too.
He shot you a glare for a moment. God, he felt like a teenager. He had never cum this fast before, especially from a handjob! What was wrong with him? "I was... I was just pent up. Thatâs all..." the perfect excuse if you asked him, but you werenât buying that.
"So if I were to touch you again..." you lightly brushed your finger over the tip once more, causing his breath to hitch âyou sure you wonât cum?â
A soft, "Donât," slips out from his lips, a warning sign for you to not start something you couldnât finish.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction before retreating back to your corner of the bathtub. Thereâs a comforting silence from a minute before he speaks up, ââŠthank you for that.â He looks at you with genuine sincerity in his eyes, something you would only see during his most vulnerable moments. âI reallyâŠI really did need to destressâŠâ
You smiled at his words before standing up to leave the bathtub, water rippling around you. "You know... you could always help me destress too...â
His eyes momentarily widen in response to your remark, a clear indication of surprise. Almost immediately, a familiar smirk begins to form on his lips, âGod, youâre such a teaseâŠâ
Synopsis. Dearest gentle reader, it is with great pride that we introduce this seasonâs most eligible bachelor, Duke Nanami Kento. However, ladies be warned, rumors swirl that our most gallant gentleman already has his eyes (and hands) set on a particular chambermaid. You.
A/N. To that one nonnie that made it impossible NOT to think about thisâŠ
âAnd whoâpray tell, is that fine gentleman, Shoko?â
âWho?â
âHim.âÂ
It was like watching a parade, of sorts.
Monarchs upon nobles upon countless upper-class elites filtering in and out of the royal palace. Each with a long, satin gown fluttering about, or men with glinting medals that likely cost more than four lifetimes of your wages.Â
Debutante season had commenced.Â
And as part of the Queenâs chambermaids, it was your duty to pain-stakingly welcome each special guest deemed worthy of attending her highnessâs garden parties.Â
Which is why - almost on instinct - youâd snapped your head towards the clip-clop! of a carriage steadying to a halt by the hedge-archway entrance. Catching just a flash of sleek blond, whoâŠ
Before the footmen swing open the carriage doors, and out steps the most handsome man youâve ever seen in your entire life-
âOh, him. Thatâs Duke Nanami Kento.â Shoko drawls underneath her breath, dipping into synchronized curtsy alongside the household staff. âAnd heâs staring intently right at you.â
Honestly, Shoko might be one of the Queenâs most favored healers- but you really think sheâs been neglecting the health of her eyes lately. Daring to elbow her in the side, âDonât jest!â
She snickers, and youâre sure you detect the nearby daughter of a merchant family haughtily sniff your wayââI do no such thing.â Though, not for too long, fortunately for the two of your necks, because just then Duke Nanamiâs stepping into clear view of the party - and youâd never glimpsed so many aristocratic mouths drop.
So many ladies (and some gentlemen) fluster, and so many older heads of families water at the mouth like theyâd just spotted the most delectable prey.Â
Understandable, however.
Because if Nanami was thoroughly agreeable to your eyes in the few peeks youâd stolen at him- then he was almost other-wordly now.
With the most charming, tidy golden hair pushed back, a few curls coiling at the nape of his high collar. A towering stature that made even the most accomplished generals hunch in on themselves, and you nearly audibly gulp at the broad flex of his arms within his navy jacket. Stern. Stoic.Â
His molten, intense eyes peek over thin-rimmed glasses at the buzzing guests ahead, and you swear that they begin to stray somewhere near youâ
âHeavens! Must I repeat myself, you common scullion?â
Ah, at the way Marquess Zenin Naoya was saddled right behind you and spitting hellfire, surely.Â
You rush to bend into an apologetic bow, so low that the knobs of your spine start to ache- âPlease forgive my impudence, My Lord-â
âHave you nothing between your ears but lint?â Heâs growling, spindly hands tightening on his empty goblet of wine until you hear the silver material creak. And itâs hitting you right then nâ there that in your haste to ogle Duke Nanami, you must have failed to heed Naoyaâs calls for more drink-
He turns his sharp profile to the side and spits on a patch of clean-cut grass, âA servant that knows not her place is no better than dirt. What do you gawk at like so?âÂ
âN-nothing, My Lord.â
And you can only watch, in slow-motion terror, as Naoya flicks his beady gaze behind you- and his sour face tenses at the vision of the tall newcomer thatâd easily - and very obviously - ousted his mantle as the most eligible bachelor present. âThat olâ duke? Heh- dreaming that heâd bed a wench, did you?â
âForgive me, sir, it was not my intent to give offence.â Youâre breathing out, first clenching as you feel the withering looks that were starting to prop up around you two. Everybody loved a scandal. Trembling hands reaching out for his cup, âI-if you would allow me to just refill-â
âDonât touch me!â
CLANG!
It happens all at once.Â
The heavy goblet clatters to the floor, a warm chest nuzzles your back, and a strong hand was locked right around Naoyaâs raised wrist. Right before he could strike.Â
âIt seems her highnessâs liquor is exceptionally strong.â Nanamiâs deep baritone sounds above your head and makes your skin bead with a blanket of goosebumps.Â
And itâs slightly husky. So attractive.Â
Especially when heâs tilting his head down so close, something primal in his eyes that made it feel like he was on the very verge of devouring you whole. Right there in the middle of the bustling garden party. Humming sternly, âYuji, please escort our impaired marquess somewhere ahâŠquieter.â
âY-yes, Nanamin- I mean, Your Grace!â
Youâre watching, speechless, as a younger boy with the most vibrant head of pink locks runs up from behind and grabs onto both of Naoyaâs shoulders to bodily steer him away from you.
He must have been stronger than he looked, clearly, because the proud heir was being lugged away like a sack of potatoes no matter how much he squirmed and fought - much to the amusement of the party-dwellers. And you.
But youâre quick to bite back your startled laughter once youâre realizing that Nanami Kento was still holding onto you. And not just stood behind- you must have stumbled amidst all the commotion because he had a large hand gripped onto your hip to steady you.
You were in his arms.Â
Gasping, âO-oh.â You couldnât have broken off faster from him, knees strangely weak as youâre forcing them into yet another curtsy, âI am so-â
âMy deepest apologies, Honorable Miss.â The duke beats you to it, a strange smile playing along his stern lips as he bends into an even deeper bow. âI should have asked prior to touching a lady.â
âA-a lady!â Youâre squawking, in what was most definitely an unladylike manner. Hands wringing to gesture him to straighten as much as you could without it being seen as defiance against one of the crĂšme de la crĂšme of nobility. âI assure you I am no such thing, Your Grace.â
Just then he kisses the back of your hand in greeting, âPlease, call me âNanamiâ- or âKentoâ, should you wish, maâam.â
âIt- it is beneath you to be designated that by me-â
âI insist.â
And if everyone here was watching the upending chaos before, then they simply couldnât remove their eyes by now.Â
Whilst Nanami - still bowed - only tilted his head up with a smile, looking at you through his long, pale lashes.
You lift the humble fabrics of your working dress, a thick, dark-colored wool that marked you different from the tittering daughters of the upper-class. âB-but I am only in service to her highness.â
âIs that so?â And youâre breathing a sigh of relief as he stands back to his broad, proud figure- finally, heâs understood and would prance off as all young bachelors did to- âFor I only gaze upon the most beautiful lady that has graced the floor this evening, and my blessed gaze.â
What?
âHave a charmed night-â Nanami has a dimple- he has a dimple that winks from the side of his grin as he turns and nods down with the velvety brim of his hat. â-My Lady.â
My Lady.
Utahimeâs hands clap down on your rigid shoulders. âSole heir to the Nanami fortune. Rich, handsome, aware when to cease talking.â Her low whistle rings in the air- tinged with such scandal, âFiend seize it! I should hasten to practice your new title then, Duchess Nanami.â
âYou have a lamentable deficiency in wit-â
Utahime, reputably sensible tutor to the offspring of the royal ladies-in-waiting, and known blockhead around your little trio. âAnd you have a lamentable deficiency in eyesight.â Sighing, âThe look he bestowed upon you, my dearâŠâ
âOr would it be âMy Lordliness.ââ Shoko croons in as well, sipping on a flute of bubbly champagne definitely not meant for her. âOh-so-beautiful wife of Duke Nanami-â
Yes, you read that correctly, dear reader. For someone reputed in the upper echelons of society for being as stoic as he is handsome, Duke Nanami shares his first spark of interest as he searches for a bride this season.
So heed this authorâs advice; as the famed noble resides in the royal palace for the rest of his stay, keep an eye about. For you may just be lucky to be named Duchess of the House of Nanami.
Yours Truly,
Lady Whistledown.
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âThis is preposterous!â
âIt is absolute truth-â
âIt is a sham is what it is.â Youâre nearly crying out as you shove Lady Whistledownâs latest scandal sheet back into Shokoâs arms. âHe- the duke never fixed his attentions on me.â
And your best friend didnât spare you a word, only a long, narrowed stare of her intelligent eyes that made your stomach twist.Â
Did Nanami fix his- no. While you and Shoko huddled into a hidden alcove within the sprawling walls of the palace to read the latest on-dit gossip, you smacked yourself back into reality.Â
The nobility often did have nothing much to entertain themselves with outside of fanning scandal. He was powerful. He was attractive. And he has as many prospects as there were knights in this palace, surely!
Because - of course, for the universe did love to laugh at your expense - heâd taken residency in the palace until the season ended, as one of the Queenâs guests.Â
Days later you could count every look, every smile, every bow- goodness, there was that one time that youâd been placing cutlery along the winding royal dinner table. Only for Nanamiâs engulfing fingertips to brush against yours and make your skin scorch with his whisper, âThank you, my lady.â
Youâre almost befogged why that wasnât splashed across Lady Whistledownâs writing- chambermaid loses her wits, hear ye!
âWh-whichever way one looks at it.â Youâre stammering out, realizing that youâd been quiet for much too long. âHis grace is simply raising some kind of mischief.â
âCertainly.â She was not certain.
âJust you wait- by the end of this season, Duke Nanami will be married to a lady of high standing and I shallââ
âBe disengaged?â That wasnât the monotone, sarcastic voice of your longest friend.
It was something masculine, something amused. And it was emanating right from the open space of the corridor reading up to the alcove.Â
You donât have to turn your head to realize who it is - Nanami Kento.Â
Though, you do turn anyway. And you almost regret it when youâre stuck by the sheer intensity of his stare, of his face leaned down so close. So intimately that you canât stop yourself from flitting a sharp glance down at his plush, curving pink lips.Â
Perhaps Lady Whistledown wasnât all that wrong - especially about him being handsomeâŠ
âApologies for startling you, maâam.â Nanami cuts your traitorous thoughts short by slowly tilting something flat and cream-colored in one hand. âPermit me to explain- will you hopefully be disengaged to attend the upcoming Royal Diamond Ball? Perhaps?â
Youâre bowing, confused. âY-yes, Your Grace. I shall be of service during her highnessâs ball.â
It was only the most anticipated assembly this entire year, the annual gathering right in the Queenâs Great Hall to announce the diamond of the season.Â
And in only a week, every single servant of the palace was to work themselves to the bone - welcoming, chaperoning, making note of the newly-made unions to titter over much later.Â
âAh, allow me to clarify.â Rubbing a free hand behind his neck, the famed Nanami Kento almost looksâŠsheepish. âWhat I meant was- might you be disengaged toâŠâ Staring right at you, hypnotic. â-join me?â
ââŠWhat?â
âOf course, it would be no trouble at all if you can not spare a moment, I should be happy to merely converse with you.â
It slips out- âTh-thatâs madness. All those ladies-in-waiting-â
Then heâs clasping your hands, heâs pressing the invitation in- but, more importantly, heâs holding you. âAnd yet, I would like nothing more than the pleasure of your company.â Close. Too close. His breath wafts your lips, âI hope this is not too forward of me. But should you let yourself, trust that I will take care of everything, My Lady.â
And just as soon as you think heâll kiss you - how uncouth (though, you admittedly wouldnât complain) - he bends at the waist to gently grasp your hand.Â
âEverything.â Whispering a soft kiss into the back, Nanami lingers his lips - his gaze - for a long while. âI await eagerly for your word.â
Heâs gone almost as softly, and sweetly, as heâd appeared.
Taking with him the scent of golden caramel, and the racing beat of your heart. You swear youâd have been stuck within the alcove staring behind his muscular back until nightfall had it not been for Shoko.
âSoâŠâ She plasters a wry smile once youâre turning her way, invitation trembling in your grip. And youâre noticing that upon its envelope dazzles swooping calligraphy of your name, almost certainly written by him. âWould you prefer âYour Gracefulnessâ or âDuchess Nanamiâ?â
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Dearest gentle reader,
The ton is abuzz as her majesty the Queenâs Royal Diamond Ball nears closer. And the sole heir to the house of Nanami is certainly no exception.Â
This author hears directly from a reputable source within her highnessâs Chamberlain Office that Duke Nanami Kento was uncharacteristically fastidious in securing himself an extra invitation. Most claim this as confirmation of his graceâs dedication to finding a bride, most also claim theyâd seen the aforementioned, infamous chambermaid being handed it.
Take care of artifice; but such intrigue of a commoner attending the most prestigious ball of the year may be much more than my readers may be able to bear.
So, ladies, grab your finest gowns and shortest shawls to make haste for a chance to snag the eligible bachelorâs heart once and for all this season! And I shall, of course, be in attendance to report on all the scandals that unfold.
Yours Truly,
Lady Whistledown.
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âI lookâŠâ
âEnchanting.â Utahime nods.Â
âI was thinking more toad-eaten.â You have to mentally remind yourself to close your maw and do your very best not to gape at the reflection in the decadent mirror displayed in front of you.Â
Despite your words, even you couldnât deny that the deep, sapphire-encrusted gown you were donning made you look every bit the noblewoman that you werenât. Its Empire waist snugly crowning the flowing muslin, sleeves fashionably puffed, with tasteful gold jewelry that you wouldnât have so much as dared to look at let alone be dolled-up into.
It was made for you.
Quite literally. Utahime had been the one to write your letter of acceptance to Duke Nanami (after shrieking herself hoarse in excitement first.) And through a week of hushed conversation with his grace, the ball evening had crept up closer and you had an army of modistes and maids knocking at your servantsâ quarters.
Scrubbing you raw, painting your face, slipping you into a dress heâd ordered tailored to your exact measurements- how did he even know?
Shoko had to let you use her office, and she was deriving her payment back for it by beaming at the sight of you. âAnd I was thinking more Duchess of the house of Nanami-â
âCease!â
âAh, so you observe? You are noble in all but title already.â
Whilst Shoko and Utahime - the traitors - burst out into peels of laughter, youâre left fiddling with the silken coverings of your gloves. âYouâŠyou donât suppose heâs making a mockery out of me, after all?â
That makes them quieten down, and Utahime hugs your shoulders in a way that thoroughly displeases the attendants and their ruffles. âYou shine everyone else down, my dear. He should be lucky to have such a lovely date this evening.â
âQuite so.â Shoko nods, âAnd should he dare fool around, I have long sought a specimen upon whom to test my latest scalpel-â
Before you know it, youâre being escorted down the high-ceiling corridor just as youâd always watched the sisters and wives of nobility being guided so.Â
Itâs a pathway more than familiar to you, yet seems so foreign once you approach the grand, imposing double doors opened to the ballroom. It was a magnificent thing; one of the Queenâs proudest possessions - with diamond chandeliers that dripped yellow light like a second sun, and a grand polished staircase kissing down from the doorway to a dance floor at the bottom.
Faint orchestra and chatter tainting the sparkling atmosphere, you breathe in nervously and even the flower-scented air seems too expensive for you.
Itadori hands the chief footman your invitation - something that makes the latterâs bushy eyebrows raise as he recognizes your name. And then the boy squeezes your hand before he leaves you off at the edge of the entrance, âHis grace will be utterly bewitched, My Lady. He already is.â
Oh- what?
In the blink of an eye, heâs melted back into the crowd of other youngsters networking outside. And with nearly every guest already inside - you could only descend.
Down.
Down.
Down, the massive carpeted staircase- and it felt like every pair of eyes were on you. Most stopping mid-dance. Some whispering behind their fans.Â
And one, Nanami Kento, staring at you breathless and awestruck where heâd been politely conversing with the Queen herself, and a gaggle of entranced admirers. But he only had eyes for you.
Almost frozen. Almost shocked-
Enough so that your satin-covered feet were just a few steps away from reaching down to the marble ballroom floor before youâre thinking of turning right back around and running-
âYou.â A hand on your wrist, a soft pair of lips on the back of your hand. Nanami Kento had broken through just about every rule of aristocracy to storm through packs of nobles and catch your wrist before you escaped.Â
And when he kisses you, it felt like he was finally breathing for the first time after years. âI had- I had not dared to hope that you would truly appear.â Staring at you through thick, golden lashes as he bends deeper into a bow. âYou have honored me with the presence of the most beautiful lady to ever grace these floors.â
Languidly, youâre twisting your body back to face him - to face the crowd - and the way that the distracted orchestra has to begin their slow quadrille from the top, several teary debutantes looking between you and Nanami before shoving their faces into their fans, and even Lord Naoya was casting great attention.
Muttering.
âMight I inquire as to that lady? Does she have prospects-â
âDo tell- is it true what Lady Whistledownâs paper said- Bollocks! I wanted to bed Duke Nanami.â
âMy, the chambermaid? The scandal! Oh, but they are a most remarkably striking pairâŠâ
Youâre gasping when you catch a glimpse of her highness shifting on her throne to peer over curiously. Nanami had authority- but this?
Gulping, âIs thisâŠis this folly really alright?â
âOh, My Lady.â He fixes you with a lingering look, âFor you, nothing would be folly. May I have this dance?âÂ
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âM-mmm, Your Grace-â
âWhat did I tell you, My Lady?â Nanamiâs hot, simmering pant tingles your lips as heâs lavishing you with the swirling edge of his tongue. âCall me Kento.â
And you didnât have any reason not to.
Well, first of all you two were far, far from any of the prying eyes of the ball by now - tucked away inside the empty, luxurious royal office allocated to him by the Queen. And then he had you pushed against the corner of the wide mahogany table in the middle- hands fisted into your gown, mouth searing against yours.Â
Nanami flicks the slimy edge of his tastebuds between your spit-glossed maw and groans once youâre eagerly sucking. Gasping. Heaving. âO-open your mouth.â
Youâd just made the stern, stoic Duke Nanami stutter. And the thought itself is enough for you to knit your brows together and unhinge your jaw even further, âLike this?â
âWider.â
âMmm- like-â A glittery ribbon of saliva slicks down the corner of your lips the moment heâs parting his plump, puckered mouth and kissing you in a way youâd never even heard of. â-this?â
So primal. So heated. Heâs huffing out a clouded breath through his flared nostrils, and youâre all but melting with each sleazy scour of his tongue.Â
âYeah, wider. Lest I be thought ungentlemanly-â With a thumb latching onto the point of your chin, he has one hand angling your face, and the other curving âround your waist to support your weakening knees easily. âSuck on my tongue, maâam.â
Kissing you and kissing you like heâs parched and every drop of sweet, syrupy water was just drooling from your mouth.
Your whirling head barely even realizes when Nanami has you softly falling back onto the frigid surface of the table. Splayed out completely. His beefy forearm eases the impact, mouth decorating with a few strings of spittle when heâs pulling back with a dampened pwah!
Lungs still clouding out in scorching breezes, âIf you would allow it, My Lady.â And youâre whimpering when the doughy mountain of his palm comes rovering down your front. Not resting for a split-second until it was right between your poor legs- âI confess, not a morsel crossed my lips throughout the ball- and I find myself quite famished.â
Youâre gasping, trying to close your legs- but itâs like his palm was glued to your drivelling core. Hungry. Desperate. âB-but it is beneath your touch to do such a thing-â
âYouâre never beneath my touch.â You swear you catch him look down at your clothed cunt and gulp. Fawny irises dark and dilated, âNever.â
And almost as if heâs proving his point, his free, left hand clasps around your own and flies down gingerly to the absolutely massive bulging tenting Nanamiâs trousers.
Oh.
He groans.
Oh.
And heâs looking at you through narrowed, predatory eyes- words so gentle even though the way the thick cylindrical curve of his erection was anything but. âSee how you make me?â And with a teary nod, your hips find themselves bucking- âWitness how you- ah.â
Rutting.Â
So carnally, with your gown and chemise falling back, it makes Nanami snap his half-lidded eyes down at you like heâd just stumbled upon a five-course meal. A predator blood-thirsty for prey.
Drooling in a thin, slow trail, he hastily wipes it away like a gentleman. He wasnât just famished - he was starved.Â
And by the way his touch shakes ever-so-slightly on your body, itâs a damn miracle that he hasnât just lost it right now. âWe wouldnât want to waste your talents on just my hand, maâam.â
Before you can even begin to wonder what his cryptic words meant, Nanamiâs making use of the years of his noble training in combat.
Flipping your two positions, laying himself out on the far table, clinging onto your squirming waist to seat you right above his heavily respiring mouth. With your chemise tugged off with one hand, heâs stealing a good look at your naked, geysering pussy and moaningâ
âI-I really am quite famished.â
And his voice breaks.
Making you jerk your hips in a slight gyration- unsure where to rest. âWh-what are you going to- oh.â Whimpering, once heâs planting a firm kiss near the inner parts of your thighs where slick travelled like an adhesive sheen. Only pushing your gown to bunch upwards, âPlease!â
All five of his coarse fingerpads digging into the cheeks of your ass, he flicks his wrist and drags you straight into the gaping cavern of his maw. His glistening tongue was propped out just right to spank the surface of your pussylips on his tastebuds.Â
âA-ah.â Thighs trembling, it feels so strangely and erotically wet with him salivating all over.Â
He feels a slippery splosh of your juices leak from your slit and straight into his gullet, the creamy taste flooding up his tongue. âO-ohhhââ Savoring. âHas anyone ever made you feel like hah- this?â
âN-not at all, Your Gr-â
âKento.â
âK-Kentoâ!â Itâs all that you can squeal when the flexible tendril of his muscle crowns your hole and youâre seeing stars. His tongue is just so long nâ girthy that it makes your poor, filthy entrance clench when heâs slipping just an inch inside. âFuck- n-ngh- fuckâ!â
âCharmed youâre enjoying, maâam.â And he sounds so genuinely elated - breathy, shaken - at the pretty moans falling from your mouth like music.Â
Though, itâs not enough.
It might never be enough, so the duke can only prop up slightly on one of his strong elbows just to angle his mouth into the perfect French kiss with your cunt. Slapping his tongue right over the puffy folds of your pussy, heâs licking and licking each stray bead of slick bubbling out of you until youâre all tender and glossy.
Only then is he wafting his right thumb vertically down your cute slit, âThough, not to overwork my dear lady- but might you mind lending me aâŠhand?â
Youâre snapping your head down so fast that your chin knocks against your heaving chest, âWh-what do you need, Your- ah, Kento?â
âOh, nothing much, my darling. JustâŠâ Tilting his head, Nanamiâs rendering you stupidly dizzy each time he twists the callused knob of his thumb in and out of your folds. âSpit in my mouth.â
âWh-would that be appropriate?â He was filthy.
Feral. âI would love nothing more.â
And he meant it- he truly, completely, and utterly meant it. Youâre watching his prominent Adamâs apple bob greedily once the bead of pearly saliva bubbles between your lips and dead-on into his mouth. Only swirlinâ inside for a mere second before spitting right back into your polished cunt. Hard.Â
Letting the fat wad slip between your lips, and Nanami doesnât waste a single second before pushing his rugged middle finger inside your hole.Â
âThere we go.â Gazing in pure lecherous wonderment at the way your needy ring of muscle was swallowing him up, every single solid inch right down to his mountainous knuckle. What a tight fit. âThere- there, atta girl.â
âIt just feels so- ngh- so-â You donât even know how to control yourself, hips jerking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the globes of your ass strike his chin and make you keen. âAh!â
âEeeeeasy does it, maâam.âÂ
And heâs still grunting your name out with that title- even as heâs pryinâ apart your bloated lips and sticking in yet another digit. The fat ends of his index swiping across, engraving his family signet ring against your very walls-
âThis is only a prelude, darling.â Youâre flinching at the chilling scrape of the band on his second finger, and he grins. Glueing that very grin against your throbbing clit, he spits again- âOnly just getting started.â
âFuck- fuck!â Going against every policy youâd learned in polite society, youâre throwing your hips back and gyrating out looong sloppy drags of your cunt.Â
Straight from the treacly base of your pussy to where Nanami was nuzzling your sensitive clit with his nose. Again. And again and again- the dukeâs kiss-bitten lips were burning and heâs still craning his neck for more. Panting, âMake a mess of me, My Lady. Sâwhat Iâm hah- here for.â
âN-ngh, it feels so gooood, Kento.â
And you donât even have any inhibitions about that little slip-up of titles anymore, back arching into a perfect curvy âSâ shape at the way heâs salivating all over your pussy.
Rovering the ridged edges of his tongue in a cutesy lilâ heart over your clit, pressing down just enough pressure on it like a button. And itâs exactly what he needs to make you gasp, your hole winking- so that he can easily slide-slide-sliiide a third finger in with a resonating squelch!
âSo wet. So divine.â Heâs groaning at the sight of you suckling in on him and all his inches. Fitted in so deeply that your orifice is struggling to even squeeze, thighs clamping over his sweaty temples. Feeling inside you. Searching. âI must ask that you ruin me, darlinâ. Ride me faster.â
Thighs aching, breaths shortening. His metal glasses thump the scorching front of your cunt and you whine.Â
âFaster.â
âP-pleeease!â
Itâs like heâs ravaging your pussy with his thrusts, blond brows furrowing in so tight as heâs leaning in even closer. Tugginâ apart your folds, heâs discovering every sleek, leaking inch of your cunt like he didnât have enough time. Never would.
And itâs with only spank after spank of his metallic ring that heâs somehow skidding it right down your saccharine walls and directly into your g-spot. âH-here.â
âThere.â Even with the kaleidoscope of tears dazzling your vision, you can make out the completely pussydrunken grin that smears across his face.Â
Rutting up against the swollen slope of your pussy, he laps up every sodden ounce of slick that escapes you once he hits his slimy target. âWith greater fervour now, My Lady.â Your throat clogs up every time he reels his fingerpads down to the curvaceous edges and slams back in. âHarder-â
You grip onto the straight ends of his deltoids, flexing with muscular strength. âI-Iâm not sure if that is possible-â
âDo not be gentle with me.â And it almost sounds like a command. Though heâs acting upon it like itâs a complete beg- swerving his palm to sticky clammily onto your left ass cheek and pushing you. âLet yourself hah- go. Give me all of you, I beg.â
You had the most powerful, stoic duke of all the season begging.Â
And he needed it- he was toying with the lacy circle of your garter and snapping it down onto your flesh with a flick of his fingers.Â
Only to make you wetter.
So wet with sappy, meady slick that heâs gulping down like his favorite liquor- splashing down between his lips and making him more nâ more inebriated by the second.Â
Glasses still on. Pumping his hips up into the empty air, all he could do was fuck his fingers into your hotly-glossed walls and pretend heâs doing it all with his aching cock. âDo you think you can handle a fourth, darling?â
Gasping, âP-perhaps-â
âThenâŠbrace yourselfâŠâ
You couldnât brace yourself. You couldnât even intake a steady breath even if you tried.Â
Because while youâre perching your dripping pussy near the line of his straight nosebridge, Nanamiâs slipping in the coiled edge of his lengthy tongue. Not his fingers. His tongue.Â
In addition to all he was rummaging your melty insides with, he swabs over the texture of his tastebuds down where you were the most delicate and strokes his tongue insideâ
âSh-shit- shit shit shit-â Your mouth juts out into such an adorable pout that makes the man beneath you thrusts his rugged hips upwards. âI-I think IâmâŠclose, Kento.â
âSâthat so? Gonna cum?â
So difficult to even breathe when heâs strobing his fingertips down your bulging g-spot, already battered and bruised with the slamming impacts. With the way he swats the side of your thighs stinging with your garter, âMhmâhck!â
Probinâ every velvety nook and cranny with his touch, Nanami canât have you on his weeping cock so heâs twisting all his three- now four fingers, and his tongue inside until his wrist aches. His jaw strained. Tastebuds raw, just as much as your pussy was.
âThe orchestra is playing, you can be as loud as your heart desires. Say the words, maâam- I beg of you to please just hah! say the words.â
It makes your vulnerable lips tremble just to formulate the next few scandalous words, never before having been so fucked-out. âY-yes. Yes, please. GonnaâŠcum.â
And you swear that the ever-sensible Nanami Kento is gurgling out a wet giggle right between the space of your puffy pussylips, sending white-hot shockwaves down your bowed spine. âI would be-â He wetly gasps out, before slapping his handsome features right back down.Â
Addicted. He canât even move.Â
âI would- hah- I would be quite-â And his spectacles dig in deep until the metal surface sizzles against your core, pushing and pushing himself back. His tongueâs going wild, stirring around with the wettest slurps. âI would be quite offended if you didnât, my love.â
He doesnât just mutter the words - heâs biting them right âround the perky knob of your clit. Teething his glinting canines just hard enough while heâs slipping his tongue back out - right on time, right at the very second to tastefully receive the way you throw your head back and squirt.
Hot. Hard.
It feels like your entire bodyâs caught on fire and no matter how much youâre slobbering your hips to the front nâ back, it only makes the sensation worse.Â
Your eyes water, mouth hanging open stupidly. âYes- yes yes yes yes- Iâm cumming-â Thighs trembling down upon either side of his eardrums at the friction- tight, and he doesnât even care. âI-Iâm cumming.â
âSquirting, My Lady.â Nanami corrects you, gently. Though, itâs a fucking miracle he even had the patience to considering that heâs gasping and panting for air but only pushinâ himself closer to the oodles of cute slick seeping out from you.Â
He doesnât even care.Â
Doesnât even need air- not when he can perk his head just right and push against your thighs. Wide maw unfastened gluttonously ajar to let the thick trickles of sap drip into his mouth after each zap! of bliss. Drowning him.Â
Mouth sagging further open, lungs screaming at him. So many bucketloads of syrupy sweet sap that sprays his features until theyâre all glittery. âSquirt- oh. Youâre- ngh-â
And somethingâs breaking at the back of his throat when heâs roaming his dexterous, looong tongue between the plumpness of your pussylips, and youâre taking him in so easily.
Overstimulated till you can let off only whines nâ sobs when heâs lazily dabbing his way inside your quivering hole.Â
âIâm so ruined, Kento.â Riding and riding. He wanted you to use him and you were- âIt feels s-so strange.â The peak of your high was one big wave, and it tingles underneath your skin and makes your eyes roll.Â
Never - even during all those long, lonely nights with your hand slipped underneath the covers - did it ever feel like this. Never were you leaking your essence this much, with your sappy juices falling all down the sides of his rosy red lips. âNever f-felt this ngh- way before, Ken.â
And that makes him groan.
Slowly, gingerly - almost like it hurt for him to detach his hungry lips with yours, heâs pulling you off with one hand stuck to your hips. Surging backwards with- no, he canât surge backwards.
The dukeâs planting one more firm kiss onto your cunt, open-mouthed. And then jerking back- and forth. Another kiss. Another repeat until about five times later and heâs finally ready to say goodbye to your sweet, overspilling pussy.Â
But heâs not done with his little show- oh, the moment youâre finally spying a good, long look at him, you think you might cum again from just that.
Because Nanami Kento was ruined - blond hair astray, spectacles drooping down his nose, your pussy juices worn all over from the apples of his blushinâ cheeks down to his jawline like a lewd medal.
Waterfalling between the curves of his pectorals, gleaming wherever his pale skin was flushed. He looked as if there was a part of him that was feverish - barely even registering what heâs doing once heâs tugging off his slick-glazed glasses and sucking those pearly beads off of the frame.
Licking his completely wet glasses clean, Nanami tilts his head with a grin like heâs never been more accomplished. âI only live to please you, maâam.â
âBut thatâs not fair.â You huff out a stubborn breath, shuffling down his tall body to try and cup the bulging outline between his legs that almost looked painful. âI, too, wish to-â
âTonight is not the night, Iâm hah- afraid.â Heâs cleanly cutting off both your plea and your palm. Instead bringing up your shaky hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. Gloves off, his eyes primal and dead set on you. âI could never ask you to get on your knees. Tonight, I only ask that you let me drive you wild, darling. Let me devour you whole.â
And he meant it.
Oh, within sultry seconds Nanami was moving himself off of the tabletop and standing adjacent. Tall. Strong. Not letting you lift a single finger before he loops two hands underneath your thighs and draaaags you to the very edge.
Moistened thighs pasting to his obliques, âPray, allow me to see to it. To everything.â
And you just wanted to rip the gossamer fabric of your dress off, but Nanami was oh-so-delicate with his hands all over you. Even though heâs fitting himself animalistically between your lewd legs and rutting-
âWhy-â His breath catches once your petticoat and stocking are peeled off, both thumbs spreading your swollen pussylips like a lotus. Completely exposed now. â-hello, my love.â
Your mouth parts when youâre realizing that heâs not just talking to you- heâs talking to your cunt. Maw stretched into a smile so utterly lovinâ, Nanami keeps that same dopey grin on as heâs leering his face down to spit.Â
Again.
âPlease, Kento.â Youâre bucking your hips up impatiently, still shaky with the aftershocks of your high but you wanted more more more. Needed it. âP-put it in.â
He groans- oh, was it him that taught your sweet mouth to say those words. Corrupting you with every second heâs drawing soppy circles on your wet outer pussy, the duke can only tear down his dress coat and his trousers. Careful with yours but he was ripping his own clothes off. âAs you wish, my darling.â
Itâs just then that heâs finishing tugging down his sensually tight breechesâand youâre drinking in all of him. And fuck- was it a sight only for your most light-skirted dreams.
Because Nanami Kento was naturally chiseled, to the point where you could count each of his eight washboard abs. Every dip and muscular curve of his hardened front just tensed when the cool air hit him, leading a path of gold along his middle.Â
A light happy trail down, down, down to where his red nâ aching cock sat heavily, so hard that his bulging tip looked just about ready to burst. Eight maybe even nine inches long, and so girthy that it made your mouth drop as if you wanted him fitted inside already.Â
 Youâre watching as his pre-glazed tip only coats an even more glistening layer of sap at your sinful attention. Trickling all the way down to his tightening balls, âYouâre staringââ
âC-can you blame me?â
âI suppose not.â And the warmth of his towering proximity hits your body like a furnace, making you squirm restlessly when Nanamiâs leaning over the edge of the table to tap-tap-tap his thick cockhead down between your legs. Rock-hard. âBrace yourself, maâam, mhm?â
Then heâs splitting you apart-
And then heâs arching his sculpted shoulders to cage you underneath him and swearingââFuck.â
The first time ever that youâre hearing him spew profanities, just barely slipping the pointed globe of his shaft past the texture of your tight, hot cunt was ruining him.Â
âI-I apologize, My Lady.â It was making him gasp, âI apologize, how uncouth of my character. I didnât mean to-â It was making him urgently snap his head down in panic and watch with primal awe as he ruts- deeper. âF-fuck!â
âOh my god-â Youâre throwing your head back at the pressure, only to be grappled back in by Nanami just so that he can sliiide his lips across yours. Open-mouthed. âH-how are you going in so deep-â
âI cannot help myself.â Grunting, Nanami doesnât even feel the stinging pain when heâs slamming his capped knee down on the plane of the desk. Angling his slender hips to shove the slimy crown of his tip into your gooey entrance, âItâs simply- itâs just-â
And Nanami Kento, so articulate and calm, doesnât have the damn words anymore.
Stuttering, falling over his panic to thrust in and in between your trembling legs. He feels the cute rimming circle of your cunt tighten âround his fattened girth, and snaps his head down in panic. Spitting. âI-I must have it fit inside, darling. Please, allow me just the tip, at least.â
âWill- ngh! will it even-â
âOf course.â And heâll apologize for interrupting your sentence later - much, much later.Â
But for right now, the only thing that sparks in his fuzzy mind was to raise his toned left forearm up to your drivelling maw. Where you start gnawing wetly down on his skin, he spits-Â
âBite down. Harder.â Hips sloppy, knee hiking up even further to maze his flared cock inside. You feel your elastic hole stretch a wider diameter as heâs slipping yet another solid inch in. âCome now, harder. You can ngh- take it.â
âItâs going in.â And you donât know whether you wanted to slam your hips forwards or jerk vulnerably at the sheer weight of his body leaning down.Â
He breathes, âYes- yes.â The breeze of his pants fanning your face, making your entire body erupt in flames by the time heâs squeezing past the tender slit carved onto his shaft. Cementing the bulging edge of his cocktip to the roof of your pussy with a raw sluuurp. âI have you. shall not let you fall- bite.â
And itâs all that you can do.
Because Nanamiâs fucking you into office table like he wanted you to splinter straight through.Â
The half-lidded peripherals of his eyes latching onto where you were speared open like he was watching his personal show, âI hope you knowâŠIâm no- hah- easily satiated man, my love.â
âWh-what do you- fuck!â
Just on cue, heâs slamming the lines of his hardened hipbones against your inner thighs and making you recoil back near the edge of the table. Dangerously. Barely even giving you a second to pick yourself back up before he reaches over to lace both his rugged palms on top of your clammy scalp. Intertwining. Holding you there.Â
âJust the tipâ he said. And yet here he was, pinning you down just to bully his vein-covered length between your snugly stubborn lips.Â
âDo not think to run from me-â
âCould never- ngh- could never-â Youâre babbling easily at this point, because the curvy trails that his veins left along your walls were only driving you mad. âJust want more, Kento.â
ââŠPardon?â
You blink your teary eyes up at him in a way that makes his throbbing girth fatten up, every ounce of blood in the dukeâs head rushing to the ballooned-up knob of his tip. âM-more, I say-â
âMore.â Heâs echoing out, more to himself. Higher-pitched. Almost tasting the pure need in that one word, and the very repetition makes him half-thrust straight into the goopy depths of your pussy. âMoreâŠmore.â
Nanami pants out a husky giggleââMore.â Oh, heâs just so in love with the way your cunt was struggling to swallow him whole nâ yet squeezing as you try. He leans back down and spits once more, thoroughly ungentleman-like. âForgive my haste. You just m-make- me-â
And you swear you hear the tail end of that particular sentence break off into a whine once heâs finally, finally bottoming out.Â
So sensitive that all it takes is one, two, three lucious swabs of his drivelling orifice to get you to cum. Throat torn with hoarse moans, head throwing back- âIâm- once moreâŠ?â
âF-fuck. You are.â Easing in the girth of his cockhead to be spanked against your cervix and make you see stars. Nanamiâs already flooding your pussy with a pour of his scalding hot precum. âWhat a wonder this enchanting body is for me.â
Again. He has you orgasming all over him again.
Heâs feeling just a twinge of disappointment in himself for not making you squirt yet another time- but the night was still young. And your sappy cunt was already so wet, with beads of sparkly juices smearing down his happy trail every time heâs whipping his hips forwards.
Slam after slam.Â
Your entire body twitches with startles of euphoria, mewling. âTh-thereâs so much- so- ah.â
Ah, how he would love to reach his hands over and wipe away the glistening tears streaming down your pretty face.Â
But no, right now he had them locked on top of your head and was using the leverage to pound you stupid. Harder. Spiking the peaks of your high with each thorough probe of his stout, mushroom tip. âI know. I know I know I-â
CRACK!
Oh.Â
The desk.
It takes a split-second for both your hazed minds to realize that the ancient mahogany table was sagging on one end, Nanamiâs raw natural strength too much for it to handle. And then not even that for him to pull out his cock with a wet plop!Â
Manhandling you down onto the hardwood floors like a doll, on all fours. Itâs such a sinfully new angle to have him looming behind you, tense core plastered against your back once his lengthy cock siiiinks in-
Orgasm still dwindling, entire body shaking. âFuck- nghhh- fuck, Kentoâ!â
âYou are doing so well, darling.â One hand glues onto the side of your left ass cheek and tugs you back down with his grip. The other carefully rovers just underneath your tummy, âM-makes it so easy to wish to hah- give away to my inclinations.â
A primal sob wrenches from your throat when youâre feeling the slimy drag of his globular, pointed tip. Drawinâ out a zig-zag down and down where you were most delicate, until he reaches the target of your cervix, spank! âTh-then proceed- I beg of you.â
You didnât know what those guttural words would mean. You didnât even know if you would make it out alive- but right now youâre starting to doubt it once Nanami gasps.
Once heâs slamming one of his flattened feets by the side of your thigh, deeper. The raw, sensual feeling so much that he canât control himself. Rutting and rutting away as if heâs gone feralâ
âIs this to- to your liking then, maâam?â The dukeâs gurgling out through a translucent froth of spittle, splat-splattering right down the middle of your arched spine. âH-how about now?â
He shutters his eyes furiously and rams the remaining few inches of his cock. Bottomed out and still trying to probe even deeper inside, so all he can do is plant his sock-covered foot over the top of your head and press. Bending. âN-now?â
Proudly, Nanami dares to snicker as his left thumb brushes down the plump, roaming tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Pushinâ down just on the curvy tip of where you could feel his split-ended cockhead thrashing your poor insides. âAnd I should love to hah! make this gorgeous cunt mine- make you mine.â
And he was a man of action.
It was high time you realized that, because within exactly three repeated swats of his plummy, rose-colored shaft- heâs discovering your g-spot. Heâs kissing that bullseye with a looong, soppy glide.
âThoughâŠthat is what I am doing, that should be no hngh- sham.âÂ
Feeling all the crimson rush to your head, he presses down just as his aching hot cock presses in. âItâs- itâs just- fuck.â
Faster. Harder. So sloppy that the planks of the floorboards start to sing out in singing creaks of protest, soiling with a trickle of syrupy precum and slick being poured from straight between your legs. Constantly.Â
Rubbing himself swollen nâ redly raw on the cavern of your tight pussy, Nanami doesnât even want to blink to break his staring contest with your bulging pussylips.Â
Milking himself.Â
The sweetest smooch for your sweetest spot, Nanami coos as you shake- struggling to keep your weakened arms straight as you hold yourself up in this lecherous position. âCome now.â Your overstimulated vision spots with pure white as he darts the hand at your stomach to loop around your throat like a necklace - a headlock. Springing you uprightââI have you, My Lady.â
Spittle waterfalls in embarrassing bucketloads from your mouth and stains the front of his beefy forearm, squeezing your airway. Dilated pupils swirlinâ stupidly every time his strawberry divot circles the entrance to your womb. Squealing, âY-youâŠngh!âŠmmââ
âHmmmâ?â
âYou- hck! please, Ken-â
His warm, ravaging cock was so big that the constant stretch of your walls finally had you stupid. Your brain nothing but a pulp of melted mush every time he snaps his clammy hips to your ass with a stinging pap! of skin-on-skin.
 âMeâŠIâm-â And itâs like each time the puffy veins decorating each side of his overworked shaft gets squeezed, Nanami finds himself seeing stars. Sweaty, bulging biceps tightening on your throat even harder- you scream. âI have you, My Lady- Iâm yours.â
Your hole gaping, thighs wet. Just taking everything heâs giving as he finally cumsâand you do, too.
Though, youâre not registering it at first.Â
Not when that leaky hole at the very end of his cherry-red shaft pipes out a creamy icing of cum, layering thickly across every inch and cranny of your rummaged insides. Pump after pump- each one has your pathetic pussy overspilling with so many knotted wads of seed, and yet he always had so much more more more-
âO-oh.â Heâs grunting out, feeling a particularly big splash of sap at the base of his cock- and itâs only then that youâre both realizing that youâd just squirted. All over again.
Itâs traveling down like a flood between your thighs, painting a glistening ring on the tawny curls at his hilt. Soaking him utterly nâ completely that Nanami finds each thrust to let off the most primal sluuuurp!Â
âYou- you really are the most beautiful hck! lady that has graced this Earth, my love.â Your gaze, your smile, that soul. It was your soul he found most beautiful, the instant he laid his eyes upon you.Â
He simply knew.
âY-yet, Iâm a chambermaid-â
âI care not.â
âYouâre just-â Itâs a damn wonder that you even could still speak by now, because every rubbinâ massage of his fat cock only left your mind blank. â-saying- mmm- saying that, Kento.â
âI fear you are mistaken.â
His veins indent your walls with lightning bolts, his cum cobwebbed across your spongy cervix and was splashing after each jackhammer.Â
Nanami drills into you low and slow now just to help your dripping wet cunt suck him dry. Loving the cute, velvety way you were clamping around his rovering shaft tiredly, âOnly allow me to prove my ngh- heart.â
Youâre so fucked-out that youâre barely even flinching when heâs finally freeing you of his sinful headlock. Taking mere nanoseconds to pluck that infamous House of Nanami signet ring off of his finger- and pushing it straight down the ring finger on your left.
An engagement. A promise.Â
âI shall get you another ring- one that is proper, one you deserve, when- if you shall have me, My Lady.â The smoky tone of Nanami Kentoâs bass tickles the side of your stinging throat, almost a purr. âI swear it upon my word-â He guides that very same boneless hand of yours to cup his plush, thumping left pectoral. â-and my heart, to forever keep you the most beautiful lady upon this Earth. You shall never want, for I pledge to you my body, my soul for your happiness.â
You whimper, thighs still shaking with your high. Tears slipping down your face that he kisses away, âI-if youâll have me, Your Grace.â
âKento.â
âKento.â
And by the time the last of his wadded ounces of cum had finished spraying out, Nanami pulls his hips back with a bellowing squelch that makes your body heat flare. Such a creamy mess of ivory glossing your pussylips that heâs taking one glimpse at and gasping-
You mewl, âK-Ken, what are you-â
âIt seemsâŠâ He drawls, manhandling you spread-out onto your back with his sculptured hands. Snaking his face down to mouth a hot puff over your swollen folds that stick together. Tasting. Drooling like heâd just happened across his favorite dessert. â-that the ball is far from finished, my wife.â
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Dearest gentle reader,
It seems we have a rather special (and scandalously romantic!) special announcement. Yes, whilst your lips were whispering at her majesty the Queenâs Royal Diamond Ball the previous night, those of his grace, Duke Nanami Kento, have certainly been up to worse.Â
The ton reached new heights of hysteria over Duke Nanamiâs attendance of the ball with his lovely chambermaid acquaintance. This author personally confirms that her highnessâs royal orchestra was barely audible over the sound of shattering hearts!
However, if this was where the story ended, dear readers, we would still possess our wits. Not only had her highness titled this unnamed belle of the ball as the Diamond of the season; aforementioned diamond was not in audience of her naming!
Where was she, you might ask? Why, nowhere else but bedding a certain handsome dukeâor so palace patrol whisper amongst the halls.Â
An impatient dalliance or stirring the pot? You tell me, dear reader, though it certainly doesnât help that said new diamond was spotted near the end of the evening with both a real diamond and the Nanami signet ring upon oneâs betrothal finger!
 Itâs said that the House of Nanami - and particularly a once-stoic Duke Nanami Kento - has been exceptionally lively in preparation for the blessed union and his new bride.
On the other hand, this author shall have to purchase new robes for a summer wedding.Â
Yours Truly,Â
Lady Whistledown.
A/N. Tell me why it was SAUR difficult to write in regency speak I feel like I donât even know this language anymore pls-
Synopsis. Gojo Satoru - campus boyfriend, MVP of the basketball team - can score a slam dunk but he canât score you?! So what could go wrong when he asks you for pointersâŠin the bedroom?
There wasnât much room for rational say. Not when Shoko was already pushing an empty beer bottle into your hands, Haibara practically vibrating with excitement as he shuts the door to the raging party outside.
Okay, maybe it wasnât the most sophisticated of games - but what else could you expect from one of Geto and Gojoâs infamous house parties?
âFineââ Youâre smiling, to the slurred cheers of your messy lilâ circle of friends. âBut if I get you, Sho, you better watch out.â
She puckers up dramatically, âIâm looking forward to it- that is, if someone doesnât kiIl me fir-âÂ
âShut up, bob cut.â Ah, the star of the show cuts her off hastily, a drunken flush creeping down his neck. Youâre raising a brow at the impatience - but when Gojo Satoru speaks, everyone listens. Everyone waits as the bottle in the middle spins.
And spins.
And spins.Â
And stops-
Geto is the first to crack a grin, âOh, Satoru~â
âOh.â
Notorious chatterbox, mean loudmouth, and the student that had oh-so-famously gotten detention for probing into Professor Gakuganjiâs sex life - but that was all Gojo had to say right now?
With a slight huff of laughter, youâre staring down the amber bottleneck- aimed directly opposite you, towards where your friend was sprawled across the carpet like he owned it.Â
Which was, honestly, how youâd always known Gojo.Â
Whether it was on the basketball court or accosting you on the very first day of orientation, there was a reason every student on campus knew his name. Knew his number. Knew the nights of his parties.Â
But didnât know whether they wanted to be him or be with him.Â
Which was why it made your heart thud in a singular beat of surprise to glance upwards and find Gojo looking soâŠlost. Rosy lips parted, chest unmoving like heâd forgotten to breathe.Â
And somewhere down the line, you swear you notice him gulp. Biceps straining against his flowery button-up as he pushes back those angelic white bangs of his, Gojoâs azure eyes flit furiously between the bottle, and you, the bottle, and you, the bottle-
âEhem.â Shoko coughs into her fist, with the pointed subtlety of a sledgehammer.Â
You see her flick a finger towards the wide wooden closet that loomed ominously by the far wall. âIf youâre going to eye-fuck, I suggest you do it in- hck! there like the game says. Utaâs about to throw up already.â
Said Utahime dry heaves, âIâm not.â
âAnd who suggested this game?â But youâre standing up to a few jeers anyway- whatâs one silly kiss between friends, after all? It was a small group of your friends, and a few stragglers starstruck by their proximity to Gojo.Â
Though, turning around, youâre realizing that Gojo was, too.Â
Narrowing your eyes in confusion, âSatoru?â
Gojoâs tongue darts out to nervously wet his lips, âYeah? I- oh.â Geto reaches over to thump his best friend on the back, making the other man startle into a stand.
Stumbling up on agile feet for a few steps, before heâs crossing the circle to grasp your hand in his large ones-
And that just makes the room erupt.
âThatâs my boyâ!â
âDonât get pregnantâ I canât be an uncle yet.â
âYuck.â
Cackles, cat calls, and a few obnoxious moans that ring out even louder than the thumping bass from the party downstairs. Youâre crinkling your nose in amusement once Gojo flips them off and speedwalks towards the closet with crimson ears, dragging you straight in tow.
âSa-Satoru.â Youâre giggling, stepping inside the stuffy space.Â
The smell of prized vodka and mothballs cling to every surface of the closet like an outdated perfume. And from where youâre pressing yourself up against one mahogany wall, you can feel the soft press of clothes tickle your body.Â
It was dark inside - darker than dark, in fact. Your only merciful source of light coming from the dim yellow glow of Haibaraâs room from underneath the cracks in the door.Â
But even with the cloak of obscurity, you can already make out how snug of a fit it was inside.Â
Because Gojo was towering - what else could you have expected from the ace of your universityâs basketball team?Â
Unruly strands of ivory brushing against the closet ceiling, broad shoulders cushioned by either wall. He has to press two palms upon either side of your body and lean down just to hear you speak, âDo you want to do this? Yâknow we donât have to-â
âYes.â Heâs breathing, labored. Uneven. Before catching the glint in your eyes and sputtering- âI mean- ah, I mean, why not.â Wincing, ââŠDo you?â
You hum, taking in the heady scent of his cologne. Cherries. âI meanâ we should be good sports about the game.âÂ
âThe game- the game, yes.â Gojo nods, a thin line of sweat starting to bead from his temple. And maybe it was the punch, maybe it was the dizziness of being so close- but did Gojo Satoru just stutter? âSo youâŠwant to kiss me?â
Your head tilts in question, and he flinches at the teasing look in your eyes.Â
Fuck, was he ever-so-glad it was too dark in here for you to see the way his ears burn.Â
âI-I mean, of course you want to kiss me.â With a slight puff of his sculptured chest, Gojo fluffs up his hair. Nose turning up in that haughty way it often did whenever someone asked for his number. âWho wouldnât? Iâm Gojo Satoru, after all. So, of course, I should kiss you, too- and I should s-stop talking and do that right now and- wow, is it just me or is it really hot in here-â
Then youâre shutting him up - with your mouth on his.Â
Murmuring into his parted maw, âShut the fuck up.â And the only thing sweeter than the taste of his soft, candied lips was the way that Gojo presses his ripped body further against yours and moans.Â
Low, primal. Like it was something being wrenched from the deepest depths of his throat and he couldnât possibly control it even if he wanted to.
So the only thing his poor, muddled body can think to do is lap at the glossy crevice of your own lips. Wobbly mouth tugginâ on your greedily, it was almost cute the way that Gojoâs grunting just as soon as you pull away with a lewd wet noise-
Staring at him in awe, even in the darkness you could make out the ruddied shade of his blush.Â
âUhâŠâ You pipe up, after a few seconds of silence, your friendâs gaze still locked on your lips. The skin of his cheeks flare red-hot underneath where youâd grabbed him with your hands. âHello? Donât tell me I broke y-â
Heâs attacking your mouth once more.Â
Ravenous, Gojoâs sultry lips drag allll across yours. Washboard abs pinning you to the wall of the closet, the pointed tip of his nose bumping messily into yours. He lets off a throaty keen as youâre parting your mouth with a gasp, âMâsorry.â
âH-hngh, Satoru-â The temperature inside this lilâ space heightens enough to make your goosebumps sizzle.
âMâsorry.â Heâs drunkenly whispering, one of his meaty knees saddling right between your thighs. Youâre whimpering at the feeling of his flexed muscles, âMâsorry mâsorry I-âÂ
One of his trembling hands slides up nâ down your back, as if Gojo didnât trust himself to hold too still. And his touch was seeping warmth through your thin dress, lungs screaming for air-
âIâm sorry, itâs just- you. I donât think I can control-â Heâs interrupting himself with another chase of your mouth, sloppily sucking on the tip of your tongue. Gojo lets a slick puddle of drool formulate on the corner of his swollen lips, eyes glassy when heâs kneading his hips forwards to rut- âD-did you know that this is my first-â
âTimeâs up lovebirdsâ! Oh.â
The sudden explosion of light strikes you like whiplash, and both of you snap your heads towards the entrance to the closet.
Geto stands frozen, slightly silhouetted by the bedroom glow. But nothing - absolutely nothing - can hide the way his sly eyes widen ever-so-slightly, caught off-guard by the vision before him.
He darts his peripherals to Gojoâs hands dipping dangerously low on your hips, to the manner youâre pinned against one wall, to the way your lips are swollen.
And Gojoâs were worse.Â
Itâs only then that your headâs clearing up enough for you to try and half-heartedly push at your friendâs heaving chest- to no avail, of course. Because Gojo doesnât move a single inch, in fact, heâs only tugging you closer to him with a slight growl.Â
Looking over his shoulder at the intruder, his eyes narrowââFuck off.â
âThis- we-â Youâre starting, unsure why you were so heated when this was the entire point of the game.Â
But Geto beats you to it- âWell, this is certainly better than I thought. I expected our dear Satoru here to piss his pants and faint. Congratulations.â He points at something near Gojoâs khaki shorts, âFix that.â
Fix� In unison, you slowly swivel your heads down and find your mouth drop-
âFuck! Suguru-â Itâs only then that Gojo lets go of you like the mere feeling of your body scalded his own.Â
Back shoving against the other end of the closet, both hands flailing downwards to hide the massive outlined bulge youâd caught just a glimpse of. And yet, even that wasnât enough for him to hide the utter raw tightness in his pants.
Your mind sparks once you register that he was rock-fucking-hard.Â
Handsome cheekbones all stained with rouge, you catch the smear of your lipgloss glitter all across Gojoâs lips when he hisses at the other man. âIt went down just looking at you.â
âLiar.â
âAsshole.â
âVir-â
âShut up.â Slightly slurred by your moments prior, thereâs a slight daze within Gojoâs stare as he turns to you - still covering his erection. âI-I can explain, I actually-âÂ
Whatever half-baked excuse it was, you donât have the privilege of hearing it.Â
Because just then, rings out a call of your nameâShoko. And you could recognize her rarely-serious tone anywhere, making you hastily step out of the closet. Leaving behind a sputtering Gojo Satoru and a snickering Geto Suguru to instead head back to your circle. âEverything alright?â
A few cackles escape your friends at the sight of you - all dishevelled and kissed stupid.Â
Hell, even Shoko manages to break through the worried furrow in her brow to let off a slight giggle. âMhm, my greatest apologies for interrupting Satoruâs little wet dream-â Ignoring the aforementioned manâs cranky âhey!â as he closely follows you. â-but Uta isnât feeling well, so we might just head back.â
You nod, âIâll come-â
âNo no, stay with-â
âWe should get her to bed.â Youâre waving off her protests, a no-brainer to go with the friend who was visiting all the way from Kyoto. Picking up Utahimeâs bag as she starts to fight back her gags once more. âIt was probably that cheap beer, I told her not to trust anything Usami bought.â
Itâs with a few rapid goodbyes and promises to send photographs that your little trio staggers out of Haibaraâs room, Utahime clinging onto both of you. Babbling weakly, âMâsorry for ruining your love story.â
The pit of your stomach twists with something you donât know how to name, âYou didnât ruin anything.â Brows furrowing, âAnd what love story?â
âB-but-â She wails, making a few heads turn. â-but itâs been years- mmpf!â
Shoko sighs, one hand firmly slapped on Utahimeâs mouth now. She throws a meaningful glance at her friend, âWeâre never drinking again.â
Meandering through the throngs of people and alcohol, at an equal ratio - youâve just got a foot out of the penthouse doorway; the one that Gojo rents for him and his friends, the hotspot for your universityâs student body to be on a weekend night-
-when Gojo himself breaks through the overstuffed crowd.Â
âW-waitâ!â
âSatoru?â Youâre swerving back in confusion, eyelids squinted at the flashing strobe lights.Â
The party atmosphere paints his pale hair in red nâ pink, bringing out the prettiest specks of grey in his blue irises.Â
And Gojo gasps, he heaves - seemingly more at the sight of you than the entire trek it had been to weave through a party that yearned for but a simple glimpse of him. Even now, he was deaf to the calls of his name from all sides, the hands patting him on the back- only letting outââDo youâŠwant to do something?â
You almost have half the mind to look behind you, âDo something?â
âAn outing.â
âAn outing?â
âA science experiment.â
âA science experiment?â You gawk, slightly appalled at the fact that Gojo Satoru of all people wanted to take up extra credit on a weekend. âDid you drink that bad beer too? Because-â
âDammit-â Without warning, heâs smacking his forehead. âJust- just meet me, to talk about something. Iâll text you.â
You have to fight to keep your voice even- from amusement if not for genuine concern. âAnd you couldnât text me that? You had to run all this way.â
He almost pouts with a huff, âHad to say it before I lost my nerve.â
âBut-â
âSheâll be there.â Shokoâs vocalizing from your right, still holding up a dangling Utahime. And thereâs something knowing - something meaningful - in her smirk, âIâll make sure of it. If you beg on your knees, that is.â
Gojo flips her off in two seconds.
Then heâs on his knees in one.
âG-get upâ!â You damn-near shriek, feeling the party buzz and gape at the encounter - you think you even see one attendant pull out her phone and start recording, sure to make a splash in the campus bulletin by tomorrow. âIâll be there- just- go-â
Still unsteady from whatever the fuck that was, youâre shuffling into the elevator for Shokoâs Uber. still feeling Gojoâs stare burning into you afterwards.Â
Blissfully dazed as the doors close behind his slight, anxious wave, Utahime cups your cheek and slurs. âYouâre going to make such beautiful hck! babies. All from you, of course.â
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âSoâŠwhat did you need to talk to me about?â
âT-talking? Did I say talking? Well, I was really gone that night, yâknow that-â
âSatoru.â
â-and weâre talking right now, arenât we-â
âSatoru.â
If it was physically possible for a basketball player - numerous inches over six feet, unfairly chiselled, with a shock of white hair above all - to hide behind a humble convenience store shelf then Gojo certainly didnât know how.Â
But that didnât stop him from trying.
And his tufts of pale bangs flinch at the stern tone of your voice, despite being separated by an entire aisle.Â
Blatantly avoiding being in your proximity, Gojoâs simply pushinâ aside a few bags of chips to peek at you from the other side of the shelf. Shoulders hunched, eyes crinkling once heâs noticing your no-nonsense stance. âYou seeâŠremember how, last night, had that little erm- problem-â
âYour erection?â Youâre questioning, purposefully not lowering your voice to make him squirm.
And he shushes you frantically, looking around the store - there was only a sweet elderly lady a few shelves down, and he was hoping to the heavens above that her hearing aid was turned down. âYes- yes, that. And I said I could explainâŠwellâŠâ
âWell?â
Inhaling a deep, deep breath, âIâmactuallykindofatotalvirginandIwantedyoutohelpmewithsomepointersmaybe.â Heâs forced to inhale an even deeper breath after that.Â
âY-youâre aâŠâ It felt like youâd just short-circuited. Only one word from that entire jumbled mess standing out to you - virgin.
Not that there was a problem with that. Itâs just- there was no way that Gojo was a virgin - not after all the stories that girls and guys alike would whisper about him in bed. Not after the harem of fans that would follow him âround each party like a second skin unless your friends dragged him away. Not after the way he had a new number being begged to be put into his phone every day.Â
And yet, Gojoâs nodding at your unspoken question.
Somehow, it suddenly made sense that in all the years youâd known him, youâd never seen him go on a single date. But no one had to actually date to hook up. Sputtering, âAnd was that your-â
âFirstâŠkissâŠâ He grimaces, fingers twitching like they were about to topple the entire aisle of chips just to escape this conversation. Before smoothing his features back with a gasp- âB-but that was the best first kiss I couldâve ever dreamed of- I kinda did dream about it later butâŠâ
As you start to slowly back away, he waves his hands fervently. Panic seeping into his voice, âDonât run!â Withering at the way the old lady nearby turns, âI-I mean, thatâs exactly why I need you. I need you to teach meâ!â
You feel your heart race, voice lilting high. âTeach you?â
âTeach me how toââ Your friend waves his hands wildly, and youâve never seen him so stressed - not even before his biggest games. â-not embarrass myself if I do something like that.â
Crossing your arms, the thought churns over and over in your brain. He wants toâŠkiss you again? âSoâŠlet me get this straight- you want me to give you lessons on how to kiss someone?â
âAnd maybeâŠotherâŠstuff.â
âSatoru, you us want to hook up-âÂ
âTeach me.â He pleads, baritone crackling just a bit. A sharp smack resounds as he clasps his hands together in prayer position, âI just need you to give me a few tips- a few pointers, I swear. Just a few lessons so I wonât embarrass myself like that ever again. I could get on my knees again if you want-â
âNo! Shut the fuck up.â You bark out, hands coming up to massage your temples. âI need toâŠthink.â
And all it takes is one look at the other lady beside you two, discreetly turning her hearing aids up, for you to stride your way to Gojoâs side of the aisle. Right where he was holding up a packet of chips like a shield, waiting for you to burst.Â
He wants to be intimate with you.
He wants a repeat of the party.
He liked it?
Something about that, you liked.Â
You sigh, a sound that felt years older than you were. âFine.â
âYes-â
âBut weâre doing this platonically. And Iâm only doing this because I donât wanna hear you begging. Or hear any girls laughing at you, because thatâs embarrassing for me.â
Your head swivels behind you - ah, perfect. The two of you were loitering right between the chips and contraception shelves. âLesson number one, wrap it before you tap it.â
Gojo starts into motion, eager to please. Though, it wasnât very pleasant for you once his hand shoots out immediately to pluck at the gold nâ black box of Trojan MagnumâŠXL.Â
âHah! Thatâs funny.â Your grin twitches at his blank expression, âThatâs a joke, right?â Then completely dissolving at his silence. ââŠRight?â
Youâre still ogling in utter disbelief even as you walk to the weary young cashier, in line behind that old lady. âSatoru- are you sure you need that one? Lesson number two is you donât have to compensate.â
âIâm actually worried it wonât fit.â He frowns, closely reading the measurements in the back. And from the corner of your eye, your imposing fellow customer gawks, discreetly hurrying up the payment. âMaybe lesson number three could be the pull out game.â
And right before you can answer - maybe make fun of his confidence, maybe even call off the entire deal altogether - the grim elderly lady taps your arm before leaving. âGood luck, dearie.â
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âSh-shit.â Gojoâs mouth closes and gapes stupidly, and no matter how much his firm chest heaves, he canât steady his pitch. He canât catch his breath.Â
He canât even think about anything other than the feeling of your soft, pretty hands wrapped âround his rock-hard dick.
A quick trip to your apartment later, with him backed into the corner of your couch, and youâre not making fun of him anymore.Â
You knew what they say about men with big feet - but Gojoâs throbbing erection was even bigger than you couldâve imagined.Â
Just about nine- maybe even ten hot, pinkish inches that glistened with a steady stream of precum. So hard that it looked painful, so thick that youâre having trouble closing your wrist over his circumference.Â
Gojoâs slender hands grabbing onto each side of the couch to push nâ push his restless body upwards. âShit shit shit- what the fuck-â
Grappling, fighting, in a split-second he feels the crown edge of your thumb graze his slit and damn near loses his mind.Â
âShiiiiitââ Almost whiny, if this was any other time then heâd be fucking embarrassed about the way his bass cracks at the very end of his sentence.Â
âShush, Satoru.â Your voice purrs, and just the sultry sound of it is enough to make his swollen cock twitch. Glistening out a treacly line of pre from the strawberry-pink orifice at the top of his shaft, âLesson number three is to learn to be quiet. My landlordâs gonna complain.â
âWell, lilâ landlord Higuruma doesnât have your cute hands on his cock, does he, beautiful?âÂ
âWell youâre failing the lesson then.â
âFine.â
In retaliation, youâre giving him a looong, languid stroke along his vein-covered length. Mouth watering at the delicious way it makes him throw a hand up to cover his flushed face, other hand resting on your wrist.
Gojoâs hands were big- bigger than yours, and much more suited to help pump his prolonged cock with ease.Â
Possessively, heâs curling your pretty fingers tighter âround his girth and bounces up nâ down, up nâ down, up nâ down. Whispering, âFaster- faster now, my girl- I mean- beautiful.â
âItâs just-â Youâre nearly biting down on your own tongue, reluctant to state anything that would feed your popular friendâs ego.Â
But you just couldnât help it when he looked so pretty - eyes glazed with unshed tears and need, high cheekbones permanently pink, his fat cock pulsing between your fingertips with each passing second. And you swear the blushinâ, bulged tip of his shaft swells even bigger with your intense stare, âLesson number four is that youâre big. It makes it almostâŠdifficult.â
âO-oh.â
Without a second of warning, Gojoâs slouching his muscular body over. Rosy lips pursed to depart with a glob of spitâ straight down to the tip-top of his erection.
Letting the sticky mess trickle down the side of his shaft, heâs moving your hands to glue over his tender underside. Fap-fap-fapping rapidly, the sides of your pinkies spank against his bulky base and make him keen.Â
âDifficult? Difficult?â Tonality just seeping with grunts, your touch smears the glossy webs of saliva down each vein. âMâpassinâ this lesson with flying colors- oh, youâre gonna take it. How could anyone even- ngh- compete?â
âAnd here I thought y-you were the competitive one.â Youâre garbling out your words, feeling your palms massage with the zig-zagged ridges of his length.Â
âH-heh- hell yeah, I am.â With a pant, Gojoâs twisting his hand - one of his encapsulating both of yours, and something primal in you twitches at the stark size difference - to jerk down his slicked cock. âFaster.â Voice ruined. âFaster.â Breathy. âFast- ngh-â
He canât even think to finish his sentence before his body ruts- ethereal head thrown back, lips gnawed raw like bubblegum. âOh, ohhhh, never felt like this.â
And Gojo Satoru - famed for his steadiness, his agility - had never sounded so uneven. With his sweaty scalp lolling back and forth like he didnât know whether to push backwards or keep looking down at your work.Â
Drag after lewd drag.Â
He was so lengthy nâ big that your arms were almost aching at this point, repeatedly pumping from the ruby-red globe of his cockhead, and down, down, down.Â
âPretty hands hck! tired, huh?â But Gojoâs only maneuvering faster- capped knees spreading on the cushions of your couch to buck into you faster. âCome on- come on come on- donât stop.â
âSâthis any different from your- hah- usual routine, Satoru?â Even you were out of breath at this point.
Youâre flicking your doughy fingerpad in a lazy line underneath the flared line of his slit and watch as Gojo only babbles. âYeah- never felt something soâŠf-fuck, why are you so soft.â Large palms pressing down on yours, exactly where you could feel the outline of his shaft pulsing the most. His shoulders shake with each singular thwack! of your hand hitting his hilt, white curls bouncing. âSo tight-â
Your friendâs fingers were dexterous, curling inwards so that your manicured nails would graze his swollen balls.Â
They were slightly tanner than the rest of him, glittered with speckles of buttery precum that you take it upon yourself to gyrate your palm against. Purposefully pressing down lecherouslyâ
And when Gojo looks up with a slight, dopey grin you knew that whatever fell next from that devastating mouth would not bode well for you. âWonder if your pretty pussy would be just as ngh- tight.â
You feel your poor heart stutterââSh-shut the fuck up.â
âOhhh- that almost made me cum.â Heâs admitting through a raspy gasp, cadence giving way to something needier. Something harder. Something that was nearly scraping the flesh of your hands raw with his white happy trail. âS-say it again-â
âShut up-â
Sapphire eyes squeeze shut, and the front of your poor skirt starts dripping with a few creamy wads of his pre. He was close. âNgh-âÂ
Thighs pressing together, suddenly youâre realizing just how drenched your panties were. âArenât you supposed to be- fuck, learning a lesson?â And oh, were you shocked you managed to keep your voice even.
âMmm, Iâm learning alrighâ---â Gojo drawls, looking at you with such heated half-closed eyes that you can only more thoroughly drag your thumb down the line of his sensitive slit. âShit- stop that- wait, donât stop-â
Brain sparking, heâs singing out in protesting groans at the same time as your furniture. The cushions dipping as Gojoâs lurching his lanky body off of the couch, like he didnât know whether he wanted to fuck your first for more, more, more or run awayâ
âLearning, huh?â Youâre cracking a grin in amusement, hands letting off the sappiest squelches as you decide to slow down for his own sake. âLesson number fiveâŠâ
âNo!â Heâs pulling you back, heâs wrestling your hands to jerk faster, heâs grabbing you by the throat- left hand clinging onto the sides of your neck and squeezing.Â
Scorching hot breath wafts your face as Gojoâs staring dead-on into your own pupils, âStay. K-keep going. Keep going.â Something at the back of his throat makes him choke. âMâso close- donât you fucking stop.â
âFuck, Toru-â
âSo fuckingââ Your skin heats up with clammy warmth following the feeling of his sleazy eyes sweeping all down your body. Your hands working over time. Your hips slightly bucking back. Your tits-
Which heâs tugging down to see with an index hooked to the front of your top.
And you catch the exact moment that he does - the exact moment that his long, ivory lashes flutter further open, mouth parting with slick drool, face flushing.
Because that very day, youâd just-so-happened to have worn a special set of blue underwear. The exact same color as his eyes.
And itâs enough to make Gojo cum. Instantly.
He couldnât even have the rationality to be mortified at the pathetic suddenness of it, because all he could do was lock his heady gaze onto your bra-clad tits nâ cream all down your wrist.Â
Hot and aching.
Throbbing.
âMmm, Satoru.â Splurging out from the swollen end of his shaft - the same shade as a strawberry, and twice as plump. Now with buttery sap to match. Something about that makes your mouth water. âCum fâme- cum more.â
He was fucking up through each peak of his high like he was dying to pump each nâ every drop into your pussy.Â
âFuh-fuck.â And itâs hot, almost like he was melting out into you. A slow line of sweat dripping down his temple at the utter bursts of pleasure behind his hazy peripherals. âCummingâmâcumming so much for you, beautiful.â Hauling your body closer to his, heâs spraying such thick, ribbony volumes of cum that you almost couldnât believe it.
Jaw unfastened at the rapidly-growing puddle of ivory sap on your skirt. Heâs so sensitive that heâs flinching just from the sound of your voice, like his favorite song. âDo you always cum so much, Satoru?â
âN-noââ Gojo huffs, slightly squeaky with his unstable pitch. âOnly for you. When itâs you, IâŠâ
Trailing off, both of you look down in synchronization at the glaze of white cum thatâd started to trail down your forearm. And before you can let out a single word, he has one hand tugginâ on your wrist.
Guiding your trembling fingers to unglue from Gojoâs pulsing, reddened cock with a sluuurp! Heâs promptly sucking on your glossy fingertips with a moan.Â
âMm, so good.â Heavy erection still bobbing with the zaps of his euphoria, he looks up at you through long lashes - in a way that makes you gulp. Something heâs surely feeling, if the way that those fingers tighten on your neck says anything. âSâsweeter when itâs by you.â
Oh.
Youâre fucked.Â
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âOiiiiiâSatoruâ!â Whenever Geto spoke in that tone, it couldnât mean anything but trouble. He looks past the (multiple) groups of the usual onlookers, âYour cute lilâ girlfriendâs here~â
âGeto Suguru, you know my name.â Youâre snarling from your close seat on the first row of court bleachers, realizing only too-late that you made a fatal mistake. âA-and Iâd never be this oneâs girlfri-â
âOhhh, did you hear that?â Of course, the inky-haired man is ignoring every word that falls from your traitorous mouth. Nudging a disinterested Nanami, who pretends to read something on the ball. âDidnât deny the girlfriend part. I think you owe me ten yen.â
You squawk, âYou bet on us?â
âYou bet only ten yen?â Gojo Satoru, equally as indignant, but for a completely different reason, waltzes off of the court as Coach Yaga approves his dribbling check and calls for the next. âWay to show your faith in me, bro.â
Geto grins, walking onto court, âCan you blame me?â
And you didnât know what made you sigh more - the furious cheers and cat calls emanating from Gojoâs fans, who never failed to show up to a single practice, or the way he saunters right up to you.
Expensive sneakers squeaking on wood, carrying with him the scent of adrenaline and cherry bodywash. With such a devastating grin, he winks towards the audience - and you swear you see at least one in a replica of Gojoâs 06 jersey faint.Â
âYâknow, I think our lessons are working, beautiful.â Snickering at your surprised gasp, âThe aura ofâŠexperience, itâs working. Yaga told me I was on fire today, Sugu said I was glowing and asked me for my skincare routine. Hell, even Nanamin - Nanamin - didnât recoil in disgust when he first saw me today, which, considering Nanamin, is the equivalent of getting a big kiss on the lips as hello.â
âI thought these were lessons just for your future reference?â You raise a brow in suspicion, one that makes him sweat.Â
âS-semantics. Hey, somethingâs working, isnât it?â He waves a lengthy hand - and you canât help but get struck by flashbacks to just a few days ago.Â
Itâd only been about two weeks since your little deal - and youâd been taking it slow. Well, as slow as you could get when your first day was spent fisting his furiously needy cock.Â
A few kissing lessons here, maybe another handjob there. And Gojo was lapping it all up the exact same way he would when he was in the middle of a game, focus laser-sharp - and constantly locked on you. Only you.Â
ââŠRight.â
Your partner-in-stupidity opens his mouth- but just then Yaga barksââGojo Satoru. If you have enough time to flirt, throw some hoops before the Kyoto match.â
âAy ay, captain.â With a slight roll of his eyes, heâs giving you one last glance over his shoulder. MouthingââAfter. Practice.â And your heart races as you manage to make out, âLocker.â
Throwing a wink just for you - and the basketball in his hands, right along with it. That dimple at the edge of his grin was dazzling, âThis oneâs for you, beautifulâ!â
He shoots.Â
And he misses.Â
Geto misses too, too busy rolling on the floor cackling.Â
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âM-mmm.â Gojoâs hiccuping, tone coming out ragged. And then heâs gasping- like he doesnât know whether to laugh or sob at the tight feeling of your mouth. âTake it-â
You whimper, strugglinâ with the thick, reddened end of his cock bulging all the way near the back of your throat. Oh-so-swollen that it was swabbing into every nook and cranny inside of your maw without even trying.Â
Gojo was ruthless - he was mean.Â
Fucking into your mouth like this was the first taste of the pearly gates heâd ever gotten, and heâs writhing with each of your hollowed-out sucks.Â
Acting like he wasnât damn-near spearing your mouth permanently open into a cute âoh!â with his size. One hand clawing onto the crown of your sweaty scalp, the other letting go of his useless wet towel now.
Youâd just barely seen all the members of your universityâs basketball team filter out, before Gojo - freshly showered, already half-hard - had dragged you into their spacious locker room.
And it almost reminded him of that first night in the closet, back scraping against the metal of the locker. Pushing you in so close that he can almost feel the way your tastebuds flood with saliva, âTake it take it- t-take it-âÂ
Rutting. Grinding.Â
Your nails claw red, red lines down the pale expanse of his thighs, each muscle getting newly-decorated by you. âM-mmpf, Satoru.â Nostrils flaring, you feel his plump mushroom tip slip deeper past your throat the moment you relax.Â
âFuck- fuck yeah, say my name.â Heâs spitting through grit canines, âSay my name like that- sâbetter than any fanchant Iâve heard.â
Gojo always became so honest any time he was bending to your every whim like this.
And right now he couldnât stop prattling away between each heavy groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his weighty girth sagging on your tongue. âBet they didnât know youâd be on your knees like- ngh, this fâme, huh, beautiful?â He titters, giving you a thorough rut of his inches until you feel the globe of your friendâs tip scrape down your throat. âFuh-fuuuuck.â
It was almost too much.
The scratch of your ridged taste buds, salivating down every sensitive ridge on his erection. The prettiness of your teary eyes peering up at him.Â
âBet they didnât know that- ngh, that sharp mouth would be shut up like this, huh?â Bucking. Thrusting- the heat of your mouth was just so heavenly that he canât stop chasing it.
Not stopping for a single second to let the clingy back end of your throat part from his cock. He sticks his pelvis up and probes deeply into a sinful lilâ spot at the back of your maw that you didnât even think was possible.Â
Something hitches in his breath, snowy brows furrowing once he feels the dripping slope of your pussy gyrate up his calf. âThat youâd like it so much.â
Again and again. Gojoâs repeatedly pushinâ in until he could feel the soft back of your mouth form a bruise in the exact circumference of his girthy tip. âThink ya like it even more than me, beautiful.â
âE-easy there, tiger. Lesson number number five is to pace yourself.â Youâre trying to smoothen your tone - unsuccessful, of course, when heâd just been hitting your voicebox hoarse.Â
Sensually - slowly - heâs managing to regain a mere ounce of control in that sloppy cadence of his. Loooong, massaging drags that plunge the ruby-red crown of his girth, Gojoâs still making sure that your velvety tongue licks up every solid inch of him.
You plop your swollen lips specifically down on the flared line of his slit and suck. âAnd lesson number six is to just- hah- shut up and take it.â
âN-ngh, love when youâre mean to me.â Heâs grinning, one hand snaking down to his meaty base. Soon enough, your pursed maw is being positively showered with a spray of his dewy precum.Â
A glittery gloss gluing all down your chin, you make sure to stick your lips along the prominent lines of his veins and smear-smear-smeeeear. All down the extra-tender spots of his shaft that makes Gojo shoot his free hand out to grab your throat with a labored whine.Â
âR-real fucking dangerous.â Heâs spitting - literally, a wad of spit that aims straight onto your sizzling tongue and makes an even bigger mess.Â
Squeezing your neck, feeling the large cylindrical bulge that was reaching for your lungs.Â
He could feel himself move with each back nâ forth of his toned hips, tightening until that particularly bumpy outline was making him lose his mind. âYouâre real fucking dangerous with this pretty throat nâ these- hngh- preeeetty lips.â
Youâre mewling, tears welling up behind your eyes when Gojoâs using the restraint on your throat to pull you off of his cock ever-so-slightly. For a few sultry seconds, just to spew out a translucent polish of precum. âAnd this pretty- pretty gloss.â Milky beads decorate your lips, theyâre dripping down the front of your chin and makes him flinch carnally. âH-heh, say it again, beautiful. Say it when youâre hck! like this?â
âShut the fuck up, Satoru.â Muffled, through the press of his painfully hard cockhead sliding between your lips. Once. twice.Â
Thrice. âNghhh- just like that.â The star playerâs head falls back against the lockers with an echoing thud! when you start bobbing your head even faster. Syrupy precum welling up inside your mouth as if someone had just opened up a fountain. âMakes me s-so fucking hard.â
âTight-â You manage out, gasping for air. Past all the animalistic ruts, past the squeeze of his lengthy fingers on your throat. And you canât help but motion your pussy down and up the muscles of his leg, leaving a glittering trail of slick everywhere you go. âSo- ngh-â
âSo- so fuckingââ Shit, Gojo cracks open one of his dazed blue eyes and canât even finish his sentence at the pure sight of you.
Your eyes dazed, jaw stupidly unhinged. the entire lower half of your face glistening with all his bittersweet sap. Taking and taking each of his visceral ruts - you were absolutely ruined.
And he doesnât think youâve ever looked more beautiful.
So much so that Gojoâs body moves before his mind, barely even stopping to think before unplugging his cock from the back of your throat with a filthy squelchâ! Manhandling you into a standing position with only one arm, he has your back shoved against the lockers with the other.
âS-Satoru, what are you-â
Flipping up your skirt- plump, pinkish cocktip kissinâ the wet slope of your pussy. Itâs the only thing Gojo needs to be creaming himself near-dry.
To plaster your jittery thighs together with the silky, white syrup of his cum, soaking your flimsy panties. Gojoâs sweaty bangs tickle the inside of your throat when he plops his face down on your shoulder and groans, âFuck. F-fuck fuck fuck-â
And he isnât just reaching his high- heâs trying to fuck you through it.
Trying to drill his aching hot cock between your legs, the fatness of his length keeps on pushing against your clothed cunt needily. âY-yâknow, Iâm reeeally good with my hands, beautiful?â
âY-you areâ?â Your breath hitches, limbs starting to quiver weakly. Your entire spine zaps with eager pleasure as heâs lazily sliiiding aside your panties. âSâthat lesson number seven?â
âSeven- eight- sixty-nine, heh, whatever.â Chuckling into your skin, you swear heâs tugging astray your panties and cumming once more just at the sight of your pretty, sopping panties.Â
Hips surginâ forwards automatically to smear a line of seed between your plump folds, Gojoâs mouth drops. âOh.â His forearm comes banging down on the locker beside your head to cage you in, âMy first time c-cumminâ on a girl.â
His entire bodyâs wracking with shivers once heâs guiding up stripes of his meaty mushroom tip along your pussy. Uuuuup and down, stray hand pryinâ your sloppy folds apart to paint your cunt a syrupy white from the inside itself-
Slimy fingerpads pushing you all open to dollop out generous helpings of his cum - fuck, honestly he doesnât know what feels better. Those electric bursts of his orgasm, or the feeling of your fluttering wet cunt as you take it. âAnd sheâs so preeeetty.âÂ
âPrettyâ?â
Itâs a fucking battle for Gojo to rip his half-lidded eyes away from your naked pussy, but when he does itâs to kiss your temple sweetly. âYouâre pretty too, my girl- beautiful.â
Something in that gentle tremble of his voice makes your hands grip for purchase on the holed surface of the locker.Â
And you can only whisper, âSh-shut up, Satoru.â
âShit-â Nearly forgetting that the rotund, throbbing end of his shaft was still aligned with your cunt. Just one move and heâd be throwing away just about all his first times. Youâd be all out of lessons.Â
Somewhere along the slight pang of disappointment at the thought, you feel his overstimulated length twitchâ
Catching Gojo staring wildly at that one particular hand of his - the one that was stuffed between your messy legs and spreading your pussy so that he could splurge out his splotchy cum to the maximum.
âOh.â Realization hits you like a truck. âN-no, Satoru, donât-â
Before he sucks on his stained, white-topped fingertips like candyâ moaning, the blur of his irises roll all the way back to the depths of his skull. âYeahââ Heâs noisily lapping up each ounce of your slick nâ his cum, like the utmost delicacy. âYeah, mâlearning a loooot from these lessons of yours, beautiful.â
âYouâre filthy.â You sputter.
âYou made me this way~â He leans in close for a kiss, and you canât admit to yourself that youâd gotten slightly addicted to the taste of his mouth. The plush, cherry-tinged flavor of his lips, glossed with your filthy concoction from before. âYa like the taste?â
You scoff instead of an answer, âGo shower.â
Pulling back with a mwahâ! of lips-on-lips, he reaches for the puddle of his towel on the floor. âWanna join?â
âIn your dreams.â
âYou have noooo idea.â
âShush- before I end your lessons.â
Gojo laughs, loud and beaming. And you canât help but smile to yourself, something bittersweet, making a hasty escape from the locker room before you stretched your luck too far.Â
If only youâd taken your time.
Because then you might have seen a lone, towering figure standing by the wall leading to the doorway. Hidden by the sharp corner, and his lengthy raven hair.Â
He watches as you waddle guilty away - as if leaving a crime scene - and Geto Suguru frowns.Â
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âAlright- itâs time to lock it in.â Yagaâs gruff voice bellows through every corner of the locker room, âPlay your game, play fair, prove you belong. This is D1 basketball and I expect each one of you to play like it. Show those Kyoto fuckers who we really are.â
As deep cheers rattle the atmosphere, Gojo finds his hands almost too shaky to knot his laces - too full of adrenaline, full of pride.
Full of the thought that maybe you might be here in the stands, watching. Maybe.
Beside him on the bench, Geto silently tightens his own sneakers. And Gojo canât help but crack a smirk, âWhy so quiet today, Suguru? Donât tell me youâre nervous about fucking Kyoto.â
âNo, not at all.â He responds simply.Â
And âsimplyâ would never be quite good enough for Gojo Satoru. Which is why heâs furrowing his twinkling eyes at the other man, ââNooo, not at all?â Appropriate spaces for commas and all? Who are you- Nanamin?â
âRight.â
Gojo frowns, âYouâre off today.â
âAre you sure that youâre not the one off?â Geto states, tense. Until he was registering whatâd just slipped out of his mouth, immediately shooting into an upright stand.Â
âWhat do you-â
âForget about it-â
âNo.â But he can barely take a single step before the taller manâs honed reflexes make a swipe at Getoâs elbow. Stopping his teammate in his tracks, Gojoâs voice dips low in that serious, tight way it usually never did. âWhat do you mean.â
A statement, not a question.
And his best friend can barely stand to look at him, head tilted slightly to the side, as if giving into the concerned looks thrown their way. âI told you not to play with her heart.â
Seething, âWhat?â
âSatoru, when I said Iâd support your feelings for her, it wasnât to make a fucking fool out of yourself.â Shrugging off the hand, which gives way easily. âSo many years, and this is how you make a move? Sheâs my friend first- and youâre treating her like some fucking game.â
âShe-â He gasps, face burning. âSheâs just teaching me lessons in-â
But Geto always was the quicker of the two - and the more stern. âHow long did you expect this to go on, huh? When youâre all done with your âlessonsâ, then what?âÂ
âIâŠI didnât think-â
âDidnât think that she might actually enjoy that nice restaurant downtown youâve kept the pamphlet to since meeting her? Didnât think that she might want to know that youâve always kept extras of your jersey for her, her favorite flowers, her favorite movie, just in case?â Getoâs fists clench, âDidnât think that itâs fucking stupid that you two arenât together, yet? You deserve to be happy- but she does, too.â
Silence. Deafening, deafening silence.Â
âWhat are you doing, man?â
âItâs sex-â
âStop fooling yourself.â
As he watches Getoâs disappearing back, Gojo wasnât sure whether he wanted you watching him anymore.Â
But it still stung, just a little, when you werenât.
Kyoto won that day. And Gojo Satoru has never faced a more devastating loss.Â
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â-my hometown friend, donât you dare flirt with her, Satoruââ
What was Geto saying again?Â
Ah, does it even matter? Gojo Satoru, freshly-titled âcampus boyfriendâ after only a few hours on said campus, hadnât heard a single word out of his high school best friendâs mouth after your name.
After youâd batted your lashes cutely and smiled his wayâ
Ohâ blah, blah blahâ Heâs letting out an audible sigh as you begin speaking something or the other about your major, the usual for orientation day. Proper name, proper place, backstory stuff-
â-toru- Satoruâ!â Itâs only with a hearty smack on his shoulder that Geto manages to snap Gojo out of his daze, still staring at you from afar where youâd decided to talk to Shoko. And the black-haired man shifts his weary eyes between you nâ his other friend. âOh no-â
âSuguru, I think I just found my wife-â
âHell no.â Dramatically, he shakes the otherâs shoulders as if desperately trying to jolt some sense into that basketball-addled mind of his. âSatoru, youâve gotten about fifteen different phone numbers-â
Geto pauses as another fresh-faced student flounces up to the duo and gives them both two slips of paper with a number scrawled on, one that Getoâs immediately tearing up.
â-sixteen just today itself.â His dark brows furrow, as much as he loved his best friend, he knew the mind-numbing popularity that came with him, too. The reputation. âI donât care if youâre a virgin whoâs never held hands-â Ignoring Gojoâs protesting âhey!â â-if you think Iâm about to let you play any games with her heart then-â
âI wouldnât even imagine it, Suguru. Really.â Leaning back in his chair, Gojoâs azure eyes stray to you - as theyâve always seemed to do since then. Second nature. And only a second before tearing them away, undeserving to have you notice. âThereâs justâŠsomething.â
Thereâs a tone there that Geto couldnât place.
Something tender. Something that makes his eyes light up like they did when he was about to nail a slam dunk.
âSomething about her that makes me feel like I can win all the championships in the world.â
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âO-oh my god, mmââ Your mouth hangs lewdly open, thighs trembling where they were thrown over the far end of your bed.Â
Gojo had himself nose-deep in your syrupy wet pussy and it still wasnât enough for him- he was still clawing both hands onto your thighs and forcefully dragging you halfway down the silken sheets. âWhat has- hah! what has gotten into you, Satoru-â
For perhaps the first time in his life, he doesnât have an answer.
Canât even think of one.
Not when the long, slimy edge of Gojoâs tongue was dipping past your drenched panties and pushing them juuuust barely to the side. Darkening that pale blue shade with the wetness of his maw, heâs plastering his taste buds to the slope of your pussy and watching you squirm.
And itâd started right after youâd arrived home, wondering whether it was too late to text him about the match - only to find the man of your thoughts himself sat outside your front door.
Waiting for you.
Towering, heâd thumped his head down on your shoulder in silence.Â
That is, until you two had made your way inside-
âI-is this about not coming to your- ngh! game?â Youâre wailing out a broken whimper, twitchy hands weaving between his ivory locks to try and steal a glimpse of his face. âBecause Gakuganji held me back for a club thing and Iâm sorry- fuck!â
Without a single warning, without even a speck of hesitation, your friendâs shovelling the inches of his tongue past your elastic entrance until that tight rim resists.
Until heâs keening into your puffy core at the tightness, until heâs usinâ a thumb to spread-spread-spreeeead your glittery pussylips apart even further. âTaught me- taught me lessons, didnâtcha, beautiful?â
Murmuring into your cunt, each syllable is ended off with a heavy lashing of his silver tongue.Â
Spat straight into your quivering hole, Gojoâs licking away primally. Each raw scratch of his wet muscle trying to push past your hole, trying to fuck you the way heâs been aching to for years. âTaught me ta kiss those pretty lips- now youâre teaching me a whole hah- other type of kissing.â
âN-ngh, oh my god- Satoru.â He was just filthy. Both his babbling, pussydrunk words and his motions.
Itâs like he didnât know where to stick his tongue to like adhesive - wanting anything and everything, all at once.
From the throbbing nub of your clit, to the weepy orifice of your cunt. Though, he was making sure to lap up every ounce of slick glistening out of you, like the sweetest honey.
Youâre whimpering, begging for fucking mercy from the wide, glissading edge of his tongue. You grip the soft tufts of his hair and try to lift him slightly off for dear life. âFuck- Lesson number eight is to s-slow downâ!â
âThen mâgonna hafta fail.â Heâs rasping out, starved.Â
Barely even breathing, whatever words escaping Gojo depart only reluctantly. Between each pant heâs forced to take by his screaming lungs, heâs unfastening his slobbery maw even wider to suck on your clit.Â
Thighs closing sensitively âround his clammy head- âYouâre being soooââ You think that might just deter him, but heâs only climbing further up from his position at the foot of the bed, on the ground.Â
Chasing your pussy no matter how much you were bucking. Feral.Â
âMmm, think I like it better when you hngh- shut me up like this.â Heâs blubbering through a greedy mouthful of your cunt, slick-glossed mouth pinching your clit.Â
Youâre damn-near yelping as his plush, puckered lips start rollinâ side to side just to tease that nub like bubblegum. Your own thighs ache with the flesh-ridden press of his big, beefy biceps curling âround your thighs to push them even closer. âCan you even ngh- breathe?â
âSuffocate me.â
And he sounded dead-serious.
Throwing your trembling legs over two muscular shoulders, Gojoâs leering his handsome face impossibly closer.
Right up until the straight button of his nose bridge presses against your clit, and the front of his face smeeeears with a pathway of your pussyâs sweet, sweet juices.Â
âDonât care.â Spitting, a great glittery glob that sticks just to the side of your outer pussy and makes it so much wetter for him to start dipping his wide tongue inside. âDonât care donât care donât care- I donât need air, I just need- hah! You.â
Lavishing your snug hole with so much attention, you canât help but clench âround his grazing taste buds. Letting your entrance be tugged nâ snagged according to Gojoâs every whim.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Letting him spit on your pussy once more-
âAnd her.â Slimy, wet muscle flopped right now, he was running through each line heâd read online about this like a gameplay. Zig-zagging from your clit nâ back to jackhammer into your hole, âWeâd made such a loooovely couple, wouldnât we, beautiful?â
And you donât even know who heâs talking to you - you or your poor, battered pussy.
But before you can ask, Gojoâs patience snaps with a rut-
âFuck, your walls-â Just as soon as youâre clamping your thighs surrounding his head. Heâs whining, heâs shoving his face in deeper like the prolonged length of his tongue could scour your channel even more.Â
Like that particular muscle could maze in a slithering up nâ down- Gojoâs sharp jawline strikes the base of your cunt and he groans in disappointment. Unable to dive in even deeper.
Feral. Thirsting, Heâs nose-deep and still filling up your every orifice with his textured tongue for more, letting each ravenous taste bud stir about your sweet innards. âYour walls want me so ngh- badly. Wants ta suck me up so badly- look.â
âWhat do you- oh!â You flinch at the sudden warmth of another puddle of saliva striking your pussy dead-on, smearing about.
Gojoâs eyes were widened, mouth unfastened as far as it would go. âHow the fuck doesnât anyone get addicted?â Genuinely serious. Genuinely asking.Â
âY-youâre too much-â
âOh, you want more?â WaitâŠwhat? Youâre momentarily speechless at how his melty mind had just understood your sentence. Mouth thrashing about on overdrive, grin sleazy. âHeh, Iâve always wanted to do this.â
And then youâre snapping your head down in a split-second, just in time to see two of Gojoâs lengthy, roughened fingers tease the crevice of your slit.
All lightly calloused by basketball, heâs sloooowly circling your puckered hole. âCute, sâlike she wants ta- ngh- kiss me.â Heâs giggling, prying apart your folds to ease his way in with a raw, noisy sluuuurpâ! âHope she doesnât mind how looong they are- or do. My lesson number one is that youâre going to take it all.â
Bucking into his touch, and that makes him copy you - crushing the thick, bulging outline of his erection against the bottom of your bedframe.Â
So hard that the mahogany panels creakâ jostling you, right alongside the bed. âFuck-â He hisses, looking down. âLook how youâve got me - like a fucking animal.â
âYouâre so filthyâŠâÂ
âSâall your fault.â
Youâre sobbing now, legs twitching cutely on top of Gojoâs deltoid after every time his knobbled fingerpads scraped a spot that was particularly sensitive.
His size- oh, you shouldâve expected a size to match a basketballerâs hands - because theyâre plugging every nook nâ cranny without even trying. Scissoring your gooey walls far apart to claim each hidden area of yours, âAll- all your fault.âÂ
Almost whimpering because itâs just that tight. Heâs swervinâ rapidly and surely. âYou made me like this-â But he wasnât done- he was leaning over to spit a web of spit once more, dampening your soft cunt just enough to bully in a third finger. âMade me so stupid.â
Barreling straight into your g-spot.Â
âFoooound itâŠâ
âOh- oh my godââ Youâre losing your mind at this point, hips thrashing about. The blankets stick to you like theyâre made of adhesive as youâre arching into the perfect curvature-
âStay down.â Gojo barks - a stern edge to his voice. And before you can make a single move, he has one bicep pinning down your hips, maw opened to suck on your clit so you stay down.
Left too weak to do anything but cry out at the feeling of his tastebuds rolling over nâ over on your nub. Sensitive. Overstimulated.Â
Youâre gasping at the heated sparks of white that burst behind your lids, âToru- I th-think mâclose- donât think mâgonna last- hck!â
âTold you I was good with my handsââ He slurs out, ruined on your pussy. "That's lesson number hck! three- maybe two? Ah, I dunnoâŠâ
Pump after pump, Gojo curls his digits so they bruise right into the spot locating your bundle of nerves. Feelinâ your soft walls clamp down sappily, âOnly thing I do know is that I want you- hah-â Pulling back, he teeths your clit with a sinful squelch. â-oh, I wanâ you cumming on my mouth.â Fingering you so hard that the mountains of his knuckles were reddening with impact. âAnd I want you screaminâ my name every second of it.â
âOh please-â The roughness of his fingertips are starting to plunge even deeper, as if Gojo was ready to probe into your womb right then and there. âSatoru-â
âCall me âToruâ, beautiful-â
âToru-â
âLouder.â
Harder.Â
It was so hard to speak with tiny sobs catching in your throat, with your body being run ragged by him. Lips wobbling with each long push of his digits- âToru.â
âHow about- âmy Toruâ?â
âMy- my Toruâ!â Youâre squealing; the exact same moment that your pitched voice cracks, your sanity does, too.Â
And in mere sultry nanoseconds, youâre shattering into white-hot explosions of bliss. Your orgasm sweeping your entire body with goosebumps, you can only scratch carnally at Gojoâs crowned scalp.Â
Your fingers maneuvering his head up and down in sloppy gyrations, itâs as if you were riding his pretty features through each peak of euphoria. âMâcumming- oh-â Your high hitting you so hard that tears pinprick at your pupils, and Gojo was only happy to make them overspill. To dangle his hefty tongue out so that he can lap up your cunt with every drag. âCanât believe you- oh. Are you sure this is your first time, Toru?â
He finches at the nickname, âFuck yeah, sweet thing.â
Brushing his tastebuds up and down- probing against your clit.Â
He was still ravenous.
Even when youâre blinking back your vision, though, you still couldnât see with the way that Gojoâs velvety mouth made your pupils criss-cross constantly.Â
Toes curling, limbs shaking with sensitivity.Â
It was getting to the point that your mind was slowly going blank, spittle falling from your mouth. âI-Iâm hngh- mâhighâs over-â Still sparking somewhere at the back of your throat, even though you push and push at Gojoâs forehead, heâs only digging deeper. âOh my god, Satoru-â
He blubbers, âMâfucking starved, beautiful. Been wanting this for sooo long.â
âThen shut up and fuck me.â
Oh.
Oh, that did it.
Because Gojo lurches his head up as if heâd just been zapped with electricity; eyes snapped open, strings of slick still connecting his lips to your swollen ones.Â
âF-fuck youâŠ?â He grunts- buying more time, those buried fingers of his pull out from your walls with a slurp. Finding their usual pathway between his greedy lips, he catches your look. âWhat? Havenât I ever told you that you make me soââ
Thoroughly cleansed by now, Gojo smacks his lips with satisfaction.Â
â-greedy?â
The dark glint in Gojoâs eyes makes you squirm your body slightly backwards- all the way up until you hit the headboard with a gasp. And he only looms closer. Only prowls up to you like he was closing in on the most appetizing prey.
And now that heâd gotten one taste of you, of course heâd be craving more.Â
Like you were the sweetest of desserts, heâs gliding his tongue allll down those slick-glossed lips of his. Your juices worn halfway down his face - smearing up to his cheekbones - with utter pride. âAnd I think mâready for another lesson now.â
You take one look at him - pupils glassy, face glistening, ears flushed - and immediately dart your hands down to Gojoâs belt buckle.Â
Meanwhile heâs shedding himself free of his t-shirt, whateverâs left of your bra, hooking over your pantiesâ
RIIIIIPâ!
âTh-those were expensive.â
âIâll buy you fucking ten more.â Pointedly, Gojo stuffs the ruined fabric into the back pocket of his trousers before disposing of them somewhere by the side of your bed. âThen tear those off, too, next time.â
Next time.
âExcited âbout a ânext timeâ?â Oh- fuck, youâd just babbled that out loud.
He couldnât have looked more smug if he tried, pointed canines flashing in a smirk. His thick thumb dips into the hemline of his boxers, pulling them down in a flash.
And Gojo was hard - so fucking rock-hard that his upright erection smacks the front of his abs with a thwack!Â
Long. Perfectly thick. Always just so pretty. Bedazzled by a few veins down his pinkish shaft, Gojoâs sensitive cock twitches as heâs panting. Ruby-red tip painting a horizontal line of precum, youâre mentally calculating the measurement and wondering just how deep heâd be inside of you.Â
Swatting away your sheeny thighs, thatâd just started to close. âAh ah- whereâd you think youâre taking her?â Before his glossy, sleek jaw unhinges ever-so-slightly in wait.Â
âYou want me to-â
âIâve spit on her so many times.â Gojo muses, quirking one snowy brow. Holding you by the throat, he pushes his face into your personal proximity, âThink sâtime for you to return the favor.â
Whimpering, restless, it was just so cute to him how youâre pressing your lips together shyly.Â
Whacking a bead of slobber precisely onto the target of his tongue- and Gojo barely even gives you the time to register your little ministration before surging his entire body and kissing you. Open-mouthed, heated.
At the exact same time that his globed, weeping cock pushes straight past your swollen folds.Â
But it wasnât so easy- âF-fuck.â Gojo shutters his eyes, expression looking like he was just in prayer. Hiccuping, rutting- back and forth in rapid half-thrusts as if he couldnât bring himself to pull out of your pussy any further. âWhat the fuckâŠwhat-â
âS-Satoru, are you okay?â
âNo.â SMACK! Heâs trying to strike his pelvis against your own so hard that your thighs are jostled. Fat cock stuck by the resistance of your cute, cute cunt. âNo no no- sâjustâŠI lost my virginity to you.âÂ
Youâre speechless as he looks up at you with a giggle.Â
Repeating, âI just lost my virginity to you and itâs too- good.â
âAnd youâre t-too bigââ You claw all down his pale back, feeling every muscle flex underneath your touch.Â
âRemember my first lesson?â Head tilted, the smile on Gojoâs face was oh-so-tender - even though his mushroom tip was furiously pumping in and out of you like anything but. âYouâre going to- take it- all.â
Fuck, but he didnât know who he was torturing more.Â
Because your cunt gives way to swallow up one more of his solid, rovering inches - just past the slick line of his slit - and Gojo hunches over. He heaves. His vision blurs with tears- âOhhh my god, I c-canât.â Voice octaves higher, breaking. Heâd just started to put it in and he was crying.
Shit, heâd learned nothing.Â
With a hand pushing your left thigh open, Gojoâs trying to pull his ravaged cock out. Just too good for him to handle. Maybe heâll keep some part of his sanity intact if he fucks you with just the tip-
But in that instant, your clingy insides are squeezing around him so tight and heâs thrusting.
Out-of-control.Â
Fighting against the stretch, youâre clawing for the headboard above your scalp- âOh my god- I donât know if I can- fuck! Itâs just so big.â Nine - nearly ten - inches throbbing at the mere sound of your voice.Â
âLesson number one lesson number one- oh, lesson number one-â Echoing like a broken record-player, heâs ruthlessly haaaauling you back with a hand latched onto your hip.
Soft grunts wafting your features like a furnace, âBreatheâ Gojo begs into your ajar mouth, pinning you with the prominent muscles of his v-line. âBreathe- one- two-â With each stroke. âBreathe with me-â
Those exact same exercises that heâs taught himself over and over again during the toughest of training regiments. âFeel it in your s-stomach.â Youâre nearly screaming as one of his over-large palms come pressing down on your stomach, making you feel like heâs spearing his plump tip all the way into your lungs. âThen let it allll out through your lungs- breathe wâme, one, two.â
One-two. In and out. One-two. In and out.Â
Mewling, âOne- t-two.â Mindless hips swervinâ back and forth to meet his desperate drilling and it makes him gasp.
âBreathe- breathe. Lesson one, you hafta take this-â Scrambling for your hips, for your throat. âEven just the tip. Just an inch.â Using the leverage to pull you down, âIâm begging here.â
âT-Toruuuââ
And itâs with a final, resounding spank of skin-on-skin that heâs managing to bottom out.
The hot, pulsating feeling of his sheathed cunt barely even registering in your mind before Gojoâs letting off a wet sob. It just felt too good. âYou passed with f-flying colors, my beautiful.â
And now that heâd gotten started, he couldnât stop.
Gojo was pounding you into your cheap bedsprings like a madman, like it was painful for his swollen, vein-covered cock to go even a second without dragging down your walls. Designing your slick insides with the patterns of his veins, âHow are you reachinâ a-alll those spots, Toru?â
âAlllll those spots, huh?â Mockingly, he ends up pushing down on your tummy just like before.Â
Except this time, Gojo takes the lecherous time to feel the dull thud! of his split-ended tip poking into your cervix. This time, he can follow each single inch youâre clenching âroundââWh-what isâŠâ
Pushing down harder. âIs that my-â Thrusting even harder.Â
Gojoâs size is just so staggering that heâs feeling the exact bumpy outline of his mazing shaft. The way he was spreadinâ apart your walls with his circumference - it just renders his mouth watering.
Gracing you with a dopey grin, one that had drool spilling from one side of his rosy lips. Moaning, âOh, just when I thought you couldnât be more perfect.â
Sweet-talker. You whine, just so you wonât pay too much attention to the way your heart races, âShut up, Toru.â
âYeahhh- say that again.â Bulky base just drenching with your sweet slick the harder heâs thrusting in, you can feel his rock-hard tip twitch after your words. âSâlike youâre made fâme.â
âShut up, Toru-â
Palm massaging down on the tummy bulge he was fucking into you, he could feel each flinch of his oversensitive cock. âSee? See? The way this pretty pussy takes ngh- all of me. The way you make me react-â Pumpinâ a thorough push against your slick-filled sweet spots. âThe way you make me s-sooo fucking hard. Ohhh, we fucking fit like a- aâŠâ
Poor chatterbox Gojo Satoru is just so pussydrunk by now that he canât even go on.
He canât even speak. Canât even breatheâ entire fuzzy brain honed in on spearheading your walls with his flared cockhead like a flashlight.Â
Hips gyrating into the exact angle that it takes for him to strike your needy, waiting g-spot. Hard.Â
âThere-â Your heart-shaped peripherals sprint to the back of your head, back jerking off of the mattress. âRight- ngh- thereâ!â
And, usually, Gojo wouldâve taken this as the perfect opportunity to brag about how it was âso easyâ for him to find the almost-mythical g-spot. Usually, heâd have been snickering outright at the cutely awed expression on your face.
Usually.
But the only thing he was fucking capable of doing right now was marvel at both you and your pussy. Gaze darting up and down so fast it was almost like a blur.Â
âCat- hah, pussy got your tongue, Toru?â
âSh-shut upâŠâ
âYou shut up.â
Shit, that makes him nearly cum. Right then and there.
And to cover up this little weakness, Gojo spanks your overstuffed pussy instead. Open-palmed, with the doughy tips of his digits striking accurately on your clit.Â
âY-you little- ngh.â
âWhat was thatâ?â Oh, it was like heâd just stumbled across an epiphany. And before you know it, he plants down three more rude smacks on the slope of your cunt; exactly in sensual unison with the thrashes of his cock. âWhy donâtcha write my name on your clit, beautiful? UnlessâŠâÂ
SMACKâ!
You get the message fast enough, even despite your thoughtless mind.Â
Your twitchy dominant hand slithers between your thighs, thumbing down your perky clit just in that way you liked. âT-Toruââ Trying for all your might to spell a âTâ, âOh- wait, Satoru.â
Then an âS.â
But you couldnât do it just how his big fingers had managed to do, and the only thing youâre getting out is a sultry figure-eight. One that renders your throat dry, âSatoru- oh.â An âAâ that looks more like a silly lilâ âVâ, âI canât ngh- donât think I can- fuck.â
And Gojo notices your little struggle - of course, heâs noticing.Â
Itâs the sweetest little entertainment for him, of course, watchinâ you get fucked too dumb to spell out his own name on your clit. Your lips wobbling when he finally smacks your hands away-
âHonestly- arenât you supposed to t-teach me?â Groaning at the squelching noise of your growing even more aroused. âWatch and learn, my girl- fuck. My beautiful.â
But itâs not like he was any better, thank fuck you were too gone at this point to realize. Just as much as he was.Â
It takes Gojo a few slips nâ slides to latch his plush thumb down on the nub of your clit, âF-first thereâs a âTâ- I mean, an âS.ââ The dual stimulation of his shaft stretchinâ out your tiniest ridges inside, of his fingerpads writing on your clit, was simply incredible. âThen an âAâ...âTâ...â
Even through the lust-fogged haze in your mind, you could distinctly make out the messy scribbles of Gojoâs fingerpads.Â
S-A-T-O-R-U
Repeated. Over and over until it was like that pattern was burned onto your clit, joints working manually faster. Faster.Â
S-A-T-O-R-U
S-A-T-O-R-U
S-A-T-O-R-U
And itâs so much that you donât even realize youâre shrilling out his name with each movement- âSatoru-â Thighs kicking in pleasure, heâs quickly throwing them over his shoulder and folding you in half. Bending you into a mating press. âSatoru- Satoru Satoruââ
You feel a slimy, wet tendril gleam down your cheek, âWhyâre you crying?â Gojoâs licking up salty tears you didnât even realize you were setting free. âSânot because of my hck! biiiig fuckinâ cock, is it?â
In this mating press, your friend(?) had the freedom to plaster his washboard abs down your front. To scratch your pelvis with his pale white happy trail.
âSânot because Iâve wanted to do this for- for aaages, is it?â Nuzzling the crook of your neck, Gojo gives you a slam so hard that youâre being driven further up the bed.
Only for him to pull you back down. To do it over again.
And over and over and over again until the spongy layer of your cervix had memorized the size of his cervix. Stretching open your cozy lilâ walls, he pricks his strawberry divot firmly against the base of your womb like he was meant to be there. âNot because Iâve always wanted to- to break myself on this pretty pussy-â
Roughly, the wooden frame of your headboard rattles-
âO-oh-â Gojo slams his hand down on the banging headboard, remembering something from the earlier lessons about a landlord.Â
Only for the mahogany panel to shatter, for your creaky bed to sag on one sideâ your eyes widen. Gojo Satoru had just broken the bed but he was still going.
He was still claiming your cunt with each sultry jackhammer, still babbling pussydrunkenly. âSânot because youâre haaaah- close, is it?â
âI amââ You donât have half the mind to be shocked that he could feel your oncoming high before you. Walls clamping down with each vibration of electric euphoria, âMâgonna cum, Satoru. Lesson number nine is to make- me- cum-â
âYouâre gonna cum.â More statement than question. âReally, really gonna cum? Because of ngh- me?âÂ
You can only nod.
And Gojoâs voice is small, cracking. âSheâs gonna- fuck! gonna on my cock?â Furiously nodding, âMy cock? Because of- oh- me? Fuckâ!â
Youâre barely even getting out an affirmation for those last few rapidfire questions of this before Gojoâs tense, driving cock explodes. All into thick, gushing ropes of cum that slather your walls.
And if you thought heâd cum in massive volumes before, then you werenât ready to be faced with how eager he was to fill up your pussy.
Your geysering slick was nothing in comparison to the way Gojo was buttering up your slitted entrance, cobwebbing your tight hole shut with his sticky cum. Again. And again and again he was pumping each drop into you.Â
âL-lesson number two-â But it was not like he would let you get off the hook that easy. And the flesh of your inner thighs sting when Gojo only speeds up, accelerating his shaft to target your g-spot in a way that makes you keen. â-n-never cum after me. Only before-âÂ
Two roughened crowns of his fingers tweak your clitâ a final, âYâ And youâre wondering what the hell that stands for.
Y-O-U-R-S
Gojo flushes as he finishes off the singular word, like he almost couldnât believe it himself. Before pinching on your clitââSh-shit- shit shit shit, mâcumming, Toru.âÂ
Right now, watching your cunt quiver nâ cum around his cock was better than anything he couldâve ever dreamed of.Â
Because your mouth was possessive, crashing into his and whining his name with each twinge of your high. Your pretty eyes were practically mosaics of tears at this point, ones he could stare into for eons.Â
And he does - straight into your irises when Gojoâs filling you up from the inside out. âI know-â Feeling his own seed slosh out of him and drip straight down to your womb. âTake it- take it, all inside like it- hah- should be. Like it was always meant to be.â
âInside-â Gasping at the press of his tensed core, pushing down on your stomach. Right where he was spearing straight through you, âA-all inside, Toru.â
It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and, strangely enough, all of them seemed to have been pulled out by Gojo.
Who was filling you up until you were overspilling, like some fountain.Â
Now purposefully slapping the veiny length of his shaft against the roof of your cunt, pounding you through each volt of pleasure until youâre seeing stars.
Until your thighs are left shaking stupidly, your mouth gaped, brain so filled with the static of your stomach being in knots that you donât even register the damp splat-splat-spatâ! splashing onto your shoulder.
SomethingâŠwet.Â
At least, not for a few seconds until your eyesight can adjust. Youâre blinking back your vision to look up and see that Gojo Satoru was crying.
Pretty cheeks ruddied, eyes glistening with even more unshed tears. And you wonder just how long heâd been holding them back.
His perspired head drops down to your shoulder like it had hours prior in front of your door, and you can make out the unsteady gasps of his words. âYou- you took my virginity butâŠâ Something raw. Something honest. âI-I justâŠâ
He bites back his words until youâre forced to pull him away from the crook of your neck. Pushing back sweaty, ivory bangs until Gojo can look at you properly.Â
Look you right in the eye when he uttersââIâve always wanted to be yours, too.â
Your heart leaps to your throat, and so do those words that have always, always been on the tip of your tongue. âYou already are, Toru.â
Something escapes from his lips - maybe a sob, maybe a laugh. But itâs a sound that makes you beam back, though, you think youâd never be able to match the sunlight in Gojoâs smile. Instead, you take the time to memorize the crinkle of his eyes, the wink of that lilâ dimple of his.Â
âMy lesson number three is I love you, my girl.â âMy girlâ, he can finally say it now.Â
He can finally watch your slightly surprised reaction as you hear it, kiss-bitten lips twitching upwards into a grin. âMy lesson number ten is I love you, too.âÂ
Heart shaking, body fully shivering at the music of those words dropping from your lips. âYou- you donât know how fucking long Iâve waited to hear those words.â He nuzzles his nose against yours, still smelling of that same cherry bodywash and utter fuckinâ love. âHow fucking long Iâd wait just to hear it again.â
âI have a feeling you wonât have to wait long at all, Toru.â Youâre combing your fingers through his angelic hair, head turning to the side with a giggle once he starts pecking your face. Your jaw. Your neck. Over and over and overâÂ
Only for the moment to be broken when you gasp, âSatoru.â Gojo follows your beeline of sight, straight to the top of your bedside dresser. Right where it was proudly displaying a familiar black and gold box, one with a glaring âXLâ. âWe forgot about lesson number one.â
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You think youâd never get used to wearing Gojoâs famous 06 jersey.Â
An original, of course - one thatâd been safely tucked away in the back of his closet, that he absolutely refused to tell you how long heâd kept âjust in caseâ for you.Â
It drew stares, though, you think part of that came from being at the very front row to the final NCAA championship game. Your eyes follow each slide of pristine sneakers, each cut-throat pass, each swat of the basketball hitting the polished court.Â
Tokyo vs. Curses; it was a tie.Â
And right now, you didnât care about the gaggles of numerous fans gossiping behind your back, or the way Coach Yaga kept yelling at Gojo about showing off for you - and the fact that he was telling your boyfriend to do more of it.
To leave no mercy once Getoâs passing to him, to sprint faster with only two seconds left on the clock, to slam dunk the basketball straight through the hoopâ
And thatâs exactly what he does.Â
A buzzer rings, and suddenly you canât even see Gojoâs figure through the heaps of confetti bursting from the arena. In blue and white for Tokyo Jujutsu University.
Tentatively, as youâre spotting family and coaches rush onto the court, youâre taking a step. Just a single one - but Gojo always did say he could find you amongst a thousand crowds.Â
Heart leading him to you.Â
As the confetti and streamers phase just a little, you spot him rip out of his team hug with a call of your name. Being dragged back as MVP, Geto pauses to dap his best friend up - before thumping him on the back and letting him tear through the throng of people to get to you.Â
âExcuse me- excuse-â Maneuvering nimbly with his towering figure, âBeautifulâ!â Heâs calling out, loud enough to turn heads. But Gojo doesnât care, he doesnât give a fuck. Not when heâs crashing into your arms, and murmuring into your lips. Such a loving kiss. âBeautiful.â
His grin was contagious, and somewhere in the distance you can hear his team jeer. Hell, even Yaga seems to chuckle from somewhere. âCongratulations on the slam dunk, Toru.â
âIt was always for you, my girl.â
A/N. FAWK- the things I would do to have him. Can you tell Iâm ovulating because I made him whimper?
A/N. Sheâs BACK and she wrote this during a power cut ummm?
âChoso, are you in there?â
Youâre nervously gnawing on the inside of your cheek, feet shuffling as you wait outside of your strange new roommateâs bedroom.
Summer.Â
And the scorched air outside wasnât the only thing that was sizzling, it felt like your skin was pricked with countless goosebumps at the temperature inside of your cozy lilâ apartment. Each heady wave of heat originating from his room.
Half-wondering whether you should call his pink-haired little brother for assistance, your fingers rap once more on the firmly shut mahogany door. Calling out, âIâm coming in, okay?â
Thereâs a noise from inside- a gasp.Â
And then something that sounded like a low, gutturalâŠmoan at the very sound of your voice. The humidity only rising. Brows furrowing, warmth creeping, you just barely start turning that doorknob openââChoso, what is-â
Oh.Â
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.
Seventy-four days.
Seventy-four days since Choso had started rooming with you, thanks to your associates higher up at Jujutsu High. And seventy four days since heâd wanted to tear off your tiny sleep shorts and wrench your pretty legs apart to stuff you all full of his-
Fuck.Â
And just like that, heâd been hit with his annual heat cycle on the hottest day of the month.Â
All part of being half a curse, he grouches.Â
Maybe it was the paper-thin t-shirt youâd been wearing this morning, maybe it was just how youâd batted your lashes as you greeted him in the hallway.
Maybe it was the way all he had to do was fucking stand next to you to smell how sweet that pussy of yours was, throbbing away between your thighs. Thump! Thump! Thump!Â
But here he was- one step inside of his sweltering bedroom, only a single inch that youâre toeing past the door frame, and heâs bolted out of the bed to slam against you. Heaving chest to chest, back to wall.Â
Mouth crashing-
You donât know what burns more - the push of his toned, rippling flesh radiating pure heat, crushing against you, or his lips. Choso grabs you, Adamâs apple bobbing dryly as he damn near sobs at the contact of your spit-glossed lips.
âCh-Chooosoâ!â Youâre squealing, kissing back in earnest. Your rationality only a faint inkling now, âWhatâs gotten- hah! into y- fuck!âÂ
Before you know it, heâs fisted his shaking, prolonged fingers into your shirt to rip the fabric down the middle-
Gasping, your knees knock together weakly once he sticks a clammy palm to the valley between your tits and tears up. Your wetly ajar maw breaking away from his own with a sultry dampened noise, followed almost instantly by a strained whine as Choso registers the feeling of his attack on your mouth dwindling.Â
Just about the only thing he could be struck with right now.Â
CRASH!
One of his big, beefy forearms slams on the patch of wall above you, flecks of plaster snowing down at his sheer inhuman strength. âStayâŠâ And his other arm greedily claws at your throat, jolting at the sound of your oh-so-cute gasp as if your voice made something deep nâ dark down inside him twitch. â-away.â
And you might not have known him the longest, but Choso Kamo never sounded so rough. SoâŠgone.
Rugged and husky.Â
Heâs peering down at you through his towering height with semi-widened hazel eyes like he couldnât dare look away and oh-
Oh, Choso looked ruined.
Youâre gazing up at him for the first time now - really, really gazing up at him - in all his desperate, clammy glory. Heat sticking to him like a second skin. Mouth parted. Throat parched.Â
His expression was almost dazed, still drinking in the sight of you as if he was just seeing a phantom walk into his bedroom.Â
Chosoâs skin was simmering with a blush that made him look feverish, the cracks between his bangs the only thing revealing his dark, half-lidded stare. Heâd hounded you like a predator closing in on his prey.Â
Ready to pounce.Â
And you gulp, squirming at the scraping itch of his pointed nails. The pads of his fingers plant pressure on your airway as if he didnât want you to even speak, couldnât handle it. âWanna stay, Choââ
Ah, that did it.
Choso had been shivering- shuddering viscerally as he loomed above you, fawny lashes fluttering like he was holding himself painfully back. Away - only to snap the very second his nickname stumbles out of your beautiful, beautiful mouth so that he has to shut you up before you cause any more damage to his sanity.
Whimpering, the bite of his extra-honed canines makes your lips sting. âOh- ngh, slow down-âÂ
âCanât.â
His voice cracks.Â
âF-fuckâŠâ Just the sound of his lilted, crazed bass is enough for your thighs to clamp yearningly together. Chasing just the slightest friction, he sounded so sensual that it made your pussy so-
âOh.â
This time, itâs Choso whoâs breaking off the lurid kiss with a sticky mwah! The syrup of your saliva gluing to his rosy, puckered lips when he lurches his head downwards and sniffs.Â
Right between your legs.Â
Itâs as if he could sense something you couldnât, jaw slowly unhinging further open the wetter you became. Until your inner thighs were sheened with a splotchy puddle of your slick and Choso was drooling.Â
âOh.â Heâs repeating, like a broken record. Itâs just then at the air grows murky, as if your roommate had suddenly emptied out your most favorite syrupy bodyspray then and there. Body twitching, âOh.â
And before you could blink away the haze in your eyes and say something about the glittery sprinkle of spittle travelling down the side of his mouth, Chosoâs powerful knees hit the floor with a booming bang!Â
If he could feel any pain then he doesnât show it, canât even manage to twist his expression into anything but a look of utter fucking hunger. Rabid at the mouth.
âO-oh my god are youâŠâ You had half the mind to push his face back and ask whether he was okay- but the harrowed look in Chosoâs peripheries stopped you. He needed this. And he needed this now.Â
He looked just as surprised as you, almost as if he was in disbelief at the way his trembling fingers were digging into your flimsy skirt. The battle-worn calluses of his fingertips slicing through the cute satin cloth like it was butter, Choso barely even hesitates a second to breathe before heâs stuffing his face into your sopping, clothed pussy.
Nose-deep, and Choso cups the cheeks of your ass to push himself even deeper.Â
Lips meeting puffy, achinâ lips.Â
âH-nghhhââ Dribbles from your mouth stain your lips all dewy wet, and you canât do anything but sift your fingers through Chosoâs auburn locks and pull-Â
âDonât.â
You watch in awe when heâs surging forwards to crush the tip-top of his straight nosebridge into the slope of your pussy. Rubbing lightly against that cute lilâ bow decorating the hemline of your panties, âBut you canât even breathe like that-â
âDonât.â Comes out his growling warning again. Before Chosoâs taking a final deep inhale of your saccharine sweetness- fuck, your tight cunt just smelled so sweet that he can feel his cock jolting already. Gulping back a bucketload of ravenous spit, âDonât.â He doesnât have to breathe.Â
Tone hitched. Tastebuds parched. Itâs the last thing that heâs mutteringââStarvedâŠâ
Before Choso crushes the underside of his tongue past your sodden panties and tastes you- just a singular drop of your syrupy sweet slick, a singular ounce, and you think you may have broken him.
Because his broad back stills, dark eyes widening. And youâre just about to wrench your mouth open in question before heâs back flopping his tongue past your underwear.
Caressing your swollen pussylips with his pointed tip in a French kiss, Choso swats your stupid lilâ panties aside - why did you even need those - to drink you in. To sluuuurp up every given droplet of your dewy wet juices like he was a man starved.Â
And his eyes were still widened, damn near bulging out of his poor sockets once heâs tilting his head sexily to the side nâ flicking your sloppy entrance.Â
Grunting at the slight friction of your cotton panties, âPuh-pussy.â His husky utterance makes your thighs clench- something that Choso can not fucking bear because heâs pushing himself even deeper. Further. âPussy.â
âSh-shitââ Youâd have easily collapsed onto his bedroom floor if it wasnât for the way that one of his roughened palms was cupping your ass to hold you up. Supporting your weight like a feather. âChoso myâŠmy panties.â
And it was true- oh, he didnât give a fuck about those.Â
Letting them skid over his jaw, Chosoâs just barely blinking his glassy eyes down at the now-transparent piece of cloth covering your pussymound like heâd just realized that was still there.Â
Sounding out your cute shriek, âP-pantiesâŠâ Even if he wanted to, it was such torture to even think about pulling away. Still lugging his tastebuds down the glittering crevice of your slit, one of his indexes creeps forward to tease the elastic of your underwear and let it spring back with a resounding snap!
âHey- rude-â
Barely even letting the syllables escape your mouth, Chosoâs lips curl into a feral smirk whilst he nibbles down on the edge of your panties and rip-rip-riiiiips!
All with his canines.
Heâs undressing you like he was unwrapping his next meal - on his knees, eyes boring up at you and- shit. Shit shit shit- itâs just then that youâre hit with the thought that you might not even make it out of this alive.Â
Because within a singular bat of your lashes, Chosoâs bolting up with your pliable body in tow, pushing you onto the nearby bed, throwing your legs wiiide open.
So fast you wonder whether heâd lost control of his powers and somehow teleported - you wouldnât be surprised.Â
Yelping, âOh- what- oh my nghh- Choso!â
âYour p-pussy.â Heâs keening out, dark brows scrunching with aching need whilst youâre barely done bouncing on the bed before heâs smearing your pussylips apart and taking a gooood long look at you.Â
Hypnotic, the plump ends of his lips hover oh-so-close near your slippery slit. And you wonder whether heâs trying to drive you mad by trawling that horizontal shape of his nose tattoo across the top of your cunt. Panting, âMy babyâs pussy.â
The fringe of Chosoâs rovering tongue is so fat, stuffed thickly between your folds so that it felt like your hole was being stretched to the maximum. A low whimper breaks at the back of his throat when heâs feeling the resistance, snarlingââInside. Need- inside.â
âB-butââ And that primal shrill of yours turns into a sob once Chosoâs only keepinâ your thighs pushed further apart. The mountains of his palm bruising five straight lines of his fingers as he gropes on.
âNo- no.â Striking the curve of his chin against your pussy, when Choso was in heat - he was thirsty. Nipping your outer cunt with the edges of his fangs, âLet me. Let me let me let me- oh.â
Push after push, his half-closed eyes are so blurry with lust that your cursed roommate is acting on pure, animalistic instinct. Gnawing on the left of your bloated labia like a gum before he draaaags it backwards and plunges his tongue in deeper.
Choso takes one look at the way your glistening hole was all wet nâ clamping down over nothing before he canât help but hold your folds open whilst he fills you up stupid. âWetâŠsoâŠâ
He canât even finish his sentences - his thoughts, just that drunk on your treacly pussy.
Wailing, âSlow down, Choâ!â Youâre nearly choking on the heady wave of pheromones that gust from down below just at that simple nickname. Tugging on his clammy bangs, âY-youâre gonnaââ
âDonât care.â Heâs groaning out a throaty answer, each syllable punctured with a lick of his textured tongue past your entrance like he didnât even realize he was talking. âDonât care. Donât need to- breathe. Just needâŠâ
And the next thing you hear is the wettest, rawest squeeeelch! emanating into the tense air once Choso snakes his right hand upwards to pluck a ringed finger between your lips.Â
He hisses, fighting with himself for possessive reign over whose lapping up more of your sleek juices. Cheeks hollowed, heâs latching onto your clit and playfully biting as the slimy crown of his digit rovers inside.Â
And the stretch- oh, the fucking stretch had your pupils whirling dizzily inside the whites of your eyes.Â
âSh-shit- w-were your hands always this ngh- big?â
Because, really, Chosoâs hunched-over back only seemed to flex bigger the more heâs tasting you. His fingers longer, pearly whites sharper. Eyes gleamingâ
âBig?â Choso breathes from below you, long lashes shuttering as his eyes widen. Oh, he was just realizing- and that tone did not bode well for your poor, impaling pussy.Â
âB-big.â Because he shifts, he jerks his head just the slightest inch to register his sudden strength nâ size. Before grinningââThen take-â Slurring, your roommate tugs your puffed-up folds just barely enough to the side so that he could slip in the knobbly ends of a second finger. â-take it, my baby.â
Itâs like you were made to take it.Â
Your elastic hole snagging on the ridges of his slender fingers, you throw your head back and moan at the sudden impact of Choso pursing his pretty pink lips and spitting on your pussy.Â
âY-you know what else the head of the Choso clan can control?âÂ
Just about the longest sentence his heat-filled mind has managed so far, heâs snagging the caps of his nail polish-chipped fingertips into the side of your walls and spreeading your cunt apart to let his pearly glob of saliva slither inside.Â
Immediately making you feel hypnotized, making you feel as if you were sweltering.
Oh, shit.Â
The realization makes your head lift off of your dampened pillows- he controls blood andâŠ
He has the audacity to grin when the slimy ribbon of his saliva stirs in circles âround and âround your snug channel. Controlled. Filthy.Â
Watching your every minute squirm with bated breath, Choso nestles that droplet against your tenderest weeping orifices. Shocked. Ready. Like a wolf stumbling upon resh blood heâs breathingââThereâ
Something in him twitches.Â
Something in him awakens, hips grinding against the bed.Â
And then youâre watching Chosoâs nosebridge tattoo deepen, youâre watching him lazily flicker his pinkish tongue over the perked nub of your clit while his fingers were ravaging you from the inside out. He wanted to ruin you.Â
He was whacking his cold metallic rings against the gummy insides of your cunt and hoping that it bruised. Carving a cute lilâ âCâ right at the edge of your g-spot where you needed him the most, his high cheekbones flush. âCan control this. You. Her.â
Quirking the wide end of his index against your sweetest spot, Choso stuffs a third finger and lets all three rounded curves treat your g-spot like a bullseye. Probinâ so deep with their frigid designs into your every nook and cranny, Choso elbows your thighs open once the pressure makes you thrash.
Youâre bucking off of the silken sheets, your slick-plastered thighs smushing each side of his handsome cheeks. âThere- o-ohhh my god k-keep going-â
âTh-there.â Chosoâs smiling. Something feral. âThere- there- there.â Hit after hit, heâs sticking his maw against your slit and makinâ out with your sappy lips with a dopey smile. Unfocused. Throat relaxing to let the miry wads of your sweet, sweet sap flood his tastebuds.
Theyâre damn near sizzling as they stick to your puckering hole as if made of adhesive, slashes of his refined tongue making your cunt sing almost as much as your voice box was. âF-fuck, mânot gonna last, Choââ
Heâd noticed - that sixth, sensual sense of his cursed energy that was making him scour your walls with his curvaceous digits. That primal sense in him.
And thatâs all he needed to hear.
The ringed bands of his rings spanking your g-spot like he was maddened, lips wrapped so hard as he sucks on your throbbing clit that theyâre starting to ache.Â
More.
More more more- he needed fucking more of you before youâre cumming all over his face. And ah- how much more would you drench his snogging mouth when you reach your high?
Choso unfastens his jaw all wiiide and lets your slobbering drags push against his chin. Pushed so nose-deep between your twitching thighs that you can barely even understand him. âCum.â
âPleaseââ Youâre whimpering out shrilly, fucking music in his ears that makes him spread his meaty thighs apart and push his aching erection into the mattress. âChoâ Iâm gonna mmm- mâgonna-â
You donât get to finish your sentence before Chosoâs finishing you off.Â
With a few more vulgar, sloppy strokes that set your teeth on edge. Your roommate doesnât care for any method, he doesnât care for any technique because heâs lavishing his velvety mouth everywhere.Â
From your pulsating clit, to the gasping circle of your entrance, to right past where three of his lengthy fingers were already filling you up because Choso just couldnât get enough. And heâs laying his craned neck out across one of your trembling thighs, mouth burning with the cloying taste of you while you cum and cum harder than any of your toys have ever made you.Â
âI-it feels soâŠâ Words fail you, and your hands stay firmly wrapped through the valleys of his sweaty scalp for dear life. â-so- nghhh- canât even d-do anything.â
It was devastating- your vision splotchy with white, toes curling. And the half-curse was so plowed between your pert pussylips that he couldnât even rear himself back to moan.Â
Letting out each moistened âfuckâ and âohâ into your gushing pussy.Â
Blinded, itâs the only thing he can do to let your rose-shaped insides clench around his dexterous muscle. A sweet lilâ ba-dumpâ! that matched in carnal synchronization with the beat of your rapid heart, and Chosoâs counting about twelve before he finally feels your high bating.Â
âNo.â He grunts out instantly, eyes widening. Panicked. With a grope to the left side of your waist, Choso latches on a death grip and immediately pulls your restless hips back onto his mouth. Lips wobbling, âNo no no no- come back.â
Yelping, âShit mâso- hck! sensitive, Choso.â Even the slightest pinch of his coral pink lips right over your clit left you seeing stars.Â
But he didnât listen.
He didnât care.
Heâs pushinâ his tongue back between your wet slit with a growl and eyeing how it makes you shudder. âCanât-â Laughing - laughing - Choso alternates between bumping his rounded index against your g-spot and stretching out his rubbery tongue to lap at your walls.Â
Smack after smack every time he flaps his lips, all dangling with gleaming streaks of your hot orgasm. Heâs trying to get you to cum once more, but heâs too impatient.Â
Too needy for it that all he can do is slash his tongue across your sweetest spots and watch as it only edges you until youâre all dizzy. Sniffing your pussy like youâre his favorite scent, âCanât fucking stop.â
âWant- ngh! want youââ Youâre keening, pushing on the perspiration-sprayed surface of his forehead to no avail. Choso only manhandles your body to glue his lips to yours even further, âWant your cock.â
âH-huh?â
For the first time, your roommate lifts his head from the sinful heaven between your legs with a loud plop! Itâs the most lecherous noise, and the only thing wetter than that sound was how wet Choso was.
Heâs dripping with syrupy slick from the apples of his high cheekbones down to his sharp jaw, beaded drops of slick hitting your thighs with a pitter-patter. He was flushed. Pheromones burning. Slightly shivering.Â
And it looked like the very second you opened your mouth - not even from the sound of your voice, just the mere notion of it - Chosoâs nose scrunches and he flinches. âWanâ your cockâŠâ
âO-oh.â
Oh.
Oh.
You were done for.Â
You were absolutely and completely done for- because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that your snug pussy walls are left empty nâ hollow. Void of when heâs dragging his fingers back, making sure to leave a rovering little caress as he pulls out with a soppy slurp!
And then heâs slouching over you, heâs bending you.Â
Fully clothed and yet itâs like his heat-melted mind doesnât even register that, Chosoâs holdinâ your dangling ankles spread open while he grinds his swollen, aching cock against your core and groans.Â
âFuck- fuck-âÂ
He was so fucking hard, and your pussy had felt so damn tight around his tongue.Â
Just once. Twice- Choso ruts between your legs like an animal before heâs fumbling for the silvery latch of his belt. Unfreezing, youâre finally helping his dazed fingers through it- whining as you tug on his off-white undershirt, âTake it- off.â
Moaning- he thinks heâs going to die if he doesnât listen to every word you say. âPlease.â
Itâs like each sound of your needy voice only makes his weight cock sag further, so itâs such a relief when heâs shoving the rest of his trousers down and letting his red, bulbous tip swab his abs with a stripe of glittering pre.Â
You only get a flash of Chosoâs cock - rock-fucking-hard, engorged, looking so painful as his lengthy shaft hangs between his pale legs. The mushroomed tip of his cock was burninâ red and weeping, and- was that- a shiny silver piercing right next to his orifice?
 Like a pretty pink lollipop that you wanted to reach out and-
âLater.â
And then heâs pushing in.Â
Then heâs letting his ballooned-up shaft twitch primally at the noise of your sweet, sweet voice, before spreading his meaty thighs and pushing between your tight, glistening cunt.Â
âI know-â Heâs rasping out, two of his veiny forearms planting underneath your legs to lift them bonelessly onto his shoulders. Ankles hitting his back muscles, âI know I know I know- fuck!â
Nearly screaming at the way your cozy hole was just too small for his pierced tip, resisting the way Choso fits the very reddened point of his cock between your folds and pushes and pushes. Ruts. âO-oh my goddd- nghhh- sâsooo bigggâ!â
But your adorable huffing and puffing was only making every ounce of blood pound to his aching cock and make it even bigger.Â
Tightly pushing against the rubbery outer edge of your pussy, your pussylips get smeared apart sooo fucking widely by his rigid circumference.Â
And no matter how much youâre thrashing and mewling, Choso only tugs apart your cunt with a thumbing of his ringed digit. Deeper, fitting just an inch.Â
He gasps- he whines. Just so desperate, and youâre hypnotized by both that ecstatic look on his face to the sweetened, humid atmosphere.Â
âCho! O-oh my god sânot gonna mmm- fit-â
âNo.â Choso repeats it like a mantra, and heâs begging with those hooded chestnut eyes of his. Probing your gaze with his dilated pupils, heels digging into your rickety mattress, the head of his swollen shaft squeezed where he was bullying inside. âNo no no no- hafta take it. You need to, my baby.â
Long lashes shuttering, you swear you see Chosoâs eyeliner run with tears when he makes your pussy gulp down a single solid few inches.Â
His cock so fucking big that just this slightest swallowed measurement made you feel a round bruise at your throat, your mouth overflooding with heated saliva. âNeed to take it inside just-â
Babbling, Choso glues his clammy palms upon either side of your birthing hips and bends you in half.Â
All the way until the globes of your ass nearly werenât touching the bed, all the way until heâs pressuring you with the weight of his muscular body and holding you still whilst you take him in deeper.Â
In a mating press.
And give him an inch, heâll take a mile.Â
âFuh-fuuuuck!â Because Choso was thrusting, not even waiting - he couldnât. Your gooey pussy was just so soft and warm around his barreling girth that it was driving him wild. âYouâre just sooooââ
âInside. Inside.â
âWhat if I canât fit-â
âIâll make it fit.â
Heâs holding onto your mounds of flesh like it would stop him from losing control, thighs shivering at his inner quads once heâs punishing your squelching cunt with half-ruts. Bucks. Humps like an animal all just to fit and fit his swollen, red cock inside.Â
Eyes dazed, mouth slack.Â
Chosoâs already drilling into you, whacking your bubblegum insides with everything he could fit.Â
From the geysering divot homed on the middle of his tip to just where one of his prominent veins was tickling your outer folds. His Prince Albertâs was so cold where heâs slimy mazing along your textured walls, âTight-â He dares to let one of his hands caress your tummy, pushing down to feel himself. âFucking tight.â
Struggling, and so when Chosoâs finally tugging further on your dewy slick cunt to sheath in more more more- all he can do is stutter his breath to a labored hold and cum. Just by bottoming out.
Your eyes widen, âDid you just-â
âI-inside.â Choso croaks out, strained. Raw groans hatching, he presses down on your body with his toned upper strength and keeps you there as heâs pumping you full.Â
Itâs so much of his thick, ribbony white sap splashing âround that youâre wondering whether your puffy hole was flooding already.Â
Not that Choso would ever let you- no, his familiar ringed thumb spanks down on your slit and makes sure that not even one ivory drop leaks out.Â
Driving and driving every vein-covered inch in half-thrusts that leave your knees weak, âInside.â Heâs panting like he was feverish, brown irises murky. So hot inside of you with all his syrup, heâd just bottomed out and he was still planting his feet flat on the bedsprings to maze his glistening cock further.Â
Octaves higher, cracked. Heâs in disbelief when heâs sliding his globular piercing in a straight line down your cervix, âInside.â
âMhmmmâ all inside, Choso.â Youâre managing to strangle out, your twitchy fingertips reaching up to push away a few strands of his soft bangs from his sweaty forehead. âAll better now?â
Youâve no idea what had gotten into him today, but anything to help your hot half-curse roommate-
âAll better?â
Itâs posed as a question, but Choso wasnât looking for an answer.
Heâs poring down at you with bulging eyeballs, gaze smudged with eyeliner. âAllâŠbetter?â Before letting out a sudden, strained bark of laughter.Â
And before you know it, Chosoâs curling the tips of his fingers around your throat and grabbing you to halt in your journey to squirm away. Squealing, you let yourself be dragged down to hit his hard pelvis with a spank.
Leaning down, down, down every inch that heâs closing in the scorching distance between you two made your cum-glazed pussy let off a talkative slurp! âAll better.âÂ
âWh- oh!â
He doesnât let you speak.
He doesnât even let you breathe before ramming into you with all the vein-patterned, roaming length of his girth. âAll better?â Choso echoes breathlessly, âYou- think- Iâm all better?â
As you whine, the headlock of his palm tugs your lolling scalp forwards to stare back up at him. Holding the deepest, most lecherous eye contact with you as he sliiiides his zig-zagging veins against the roof of your pussy.Â
Spit flying, Choso crashes his maw into your open mouth. âDo I look fucking better?â
Oh.
Thatâs when it finally hits you- that short, hastened paragraph youâd skimmed over in your book on cursed - Choso was in heat.
âP-please!â It was almost comical the way he had you mewling all stupidly on his cock, your heart-eyed pupils swirlinâ inside of your eyes with each poke into the bottom of your pussy. His stout, frigidly pierced tip furiously thumping away, âFeels so good, Cho- can feel you all the way ngh- here.â
And he was not letting you go.Â
Choso looked like he was losing his sanity when youâre mindlessly tracing a hand up the valley of your tits, touching your throat.Â
âTh-there, huh?â He questions, dryly. With a final swab of his bulging length where you were most sensitive, heâs suckinâ on your quivering lower lip with a hum. âYou know I ngh- respect you, right, my baby? Riiightâ?â
Confused, youâre noddingââYes?â
âGood.â
Because Choso wasnât going to fuck you like it.
Heâs departing his hoarse breath in gusts, letting out a barely-audible littleââFlowing Red Scale: Stack.â
The jujutsu technique to increase speed. Endurance.Â
Before the air around the two of you tightens with electricity, with every atom around the two of you coating with a layer of cursed energy. Something so rabid and desperate that seeps through Chosoâs body like he almost wasnât in control, coating the ends of his upright erection when heâs bucking.Â
âThere-â The rounded circle of his piercing is plowing you open like a searchlight, mazing your velvety walls in a lilâ zig-zag. The underside of his shaft sticks to you like a second skin, striking your g-spot dead on. â-there.â
Rovering his hand right on top of the sultry rounded bulge he was pounding away into you, âMâhere.â
He was there right inside of you and he was everywhere.Â
Weighing in on the splotch of your nerved walls, pushing away the creamy white layer of seed on top of your lips so that he could see himself being sucked in even deeper. âMe me me me-â
âO-oh please!â You scream out in time with the creaking racket of your aged bedcoils, it was making the most protesting noises as he bucks his hips deeper. Hands clawing across his deltoidsâhis chilling piercing whacks your g-spot and you can only reach for the wooden headboard with a babble.Â
âNo- no no come back-â Chosoâs free hand creeps from your cute tummy bulge to claw at your scalp, pushing you down. Pulling you all the way down, âNo running.â
No running.
Again and again and again.
Chosoâs got a hold on your head, a knee trapping your thigh. Pinning you down so that he can smack his tensed core down on your front and leave your heated flesh stinging.Â
âNo running no running no- hah! Youâre gonna be mine, my babyââ Angrily, he swats your partly-opened lips with a great dollop of spit, feeling the sultry trickle swirl itâs way circlinâ your mouth.Â
The entrapping hand on your head tightens like a vice and you squeak something unintelligible, something that makes his pinkish cockhead swerve and his body heave with a great, visceral shudder.Â
âWhat was- hah- what was that, my baby?â
âCh-Chosoâ!â Comes out your shrilling calls, âMore.â
And he almost stops. He almost freezesââWhat?â
âMore!â
âM-more?â Choso can only repeat through a harrowed gasp, letting his heavy, hard cock slide niiiice and easy between your legs. Echoing, âMore.â And itâs like heâs agonizingly fucking you slow nâ steady- hard and rough.Â
Alternating, itâs hard to keep himself in check.
Hard to even force himself into a constant sloppy cadence when youâre looking up at him like that.
Begging for him, your mouth unfastens open at the way Chosoâs pretty hazel eyes only seem to glowâŠanimalistically. A cursed, powerful tinge taking over his gaze, claws sharpening, body bulging with even more sexy muscles as if that was possible.Â
He was almost transforming in front of your very eyes and the only thing you can do is throw your oversaturated head back and take it.Â
âMore.â
Choso whacks his bulbous, cold Prince Albertâs against the side of your g-spot and hopes that pretty area of your cunt remembers it. Bruising you.Â
Your thighs on his shoulders, his dick shoveling into tender orifices inside of you that no oneâs ever reached before. Your cute roommateâs damn near laughing himself hoarse whilst moaning away that singular syllable youâd uttered out. âMore- more. What the fuck- more.â
âFuckââ Your doughy heels dig in eagerly where his back muscles were rippling, lungs filling with all his heated scent. âMâgettinâ so ngh- sensitive, Cho.â
But itâs not like he could hear you.
Choso Kamo knew your lips were moving, but he was too deeply-stuffed inside your dripping wet cunt to even pretend to listen. All he could think as he shuffles all his fat, roaming inches inside, creaming out a generous helping of buttery pre, was that he wanted to make your gorgeous mouth fall into an oh! of pleasure.
Fuck, talking- heâs fucking you like heâs trying to make sure that you couldnât.
Merciless thrust after thrust, the power clinging onto the air around you two was becoming stifling.
âMoreâ Choso utters, two of his ringed fingers skimming your bulged folds open and kissinâ your clit with a sweet hello. âMore.â Before pinching, harder. Sloppier. His bulbously swollen red erection stirs your insides like heâs trying to melt his body onto yours, âTight lilâ hole canât g-get enough of me- she wants more-â
Oh.
Ohâ
You werenât the only one caught off guard by just how ragged Choso was becoming - just how ragged his ruthless hips were becoming. Because with only one, two, three precise glides of his rotund cockhead stirrinâ your g-spot, your poor pussy is bullied into a second orgasm.Â
You see white.Â
Surprised. Hitting you like four semi-trucks, all you can do is gnaw your lolling maw down on the tempting curve of his shoulder and cum.
âO-oh, my baby.â Choso whispers out from above, gasping once heâs registering your high. Your bite- marking him up in a way that makes his cursed heat flare.Â
Cumming.
Cumming and cumming so hard that your roommateâs feeling his heavy breeder balls drain with each sploshing wire of sap being pumped into you.Â
You hear him grunt over nâ over through your popped eardrums, âMy baby-â Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! goes the slap of his cum-glazed balls digging into the backs of your ass. And you swear you feel his frigid piercing draw out a loooong âCâ on your sponged cervix, âMy baby my baby my baby- alllâŠâ
Dazed, youâre watching when his ringed hand lets go of your head to caress your tummy bulge. Now only inflated further with his knotted wads of cum, â-here.â
OhâŠ
He didnât just mean that you were his baby- he meant that he was going to fuck a baby into you.
And thatâs exactly how heâs milking you through your high, letting the sparks of your bliss overtake you as his driveling cock fucks away lazily. Sensually rubbinâ the curve of his piercing over your g-spot to overstimulate you.Â
âNever f-felt this good, Choâ!â Your criss-crossed eyes scrunch with a few warm tears, feeling the gooey puddle of white stagnant below you.
He reels his plump girth back just the slightest smidge and watches as a torrent of sap splashes out wetly.Â
Choso only grins, âSâmy first time-â Planting a lingering smooch over your gaped lips. âMy first kiss. My firstâŠâ
And absolutely nothing - nothing - couldâve prepared you for the word that attaches to the tail-end of his groaned sentence.Â
â-mate.â
His only mate. His one and only.Â
And he was groping the underside of your ass cheeks to make sure that his loving mate wasnât squirming away. Getting a good handhold for your pretty, pliant body to be held up and dragged backwards.Â
Choso wasnât in the right headspace to even pretend he was pushinâ you into a cute mating pressing right now.
Only melting the ridges of each chiseled ab into your front, glissading easily with the sheen of his perspiration.
Choso creeps his bruised, red lips right up to your ear.Â
âAnd mânot letting you walk out of this hah- bed not pregnant.â As if struck by the sudden thought, he rolls his sloppy cock between your saturated pussylips once more and grunts. Dark eyes sliiiding backwards, brows scrunching with need. âA-actually- mânot letting you walk at all.â
Gasping, âNot walking- th-that meansâŠâ
Itâs all you can get out before the cursed energy sticking to your bodies heightens twofold.Â
And Choso gets harder. Chosoâs pushing you down.
Choso cups your spilling pussy to smear apart your bloated folds, slimily weaving his rounded mushroom tip to circle back to your entrance and pushâ
âMore.âÂ
Your tongue feels sticky with all the pheromones of his saccharine heat, âM-more?âÂ
âGonna fuck you more.â Seemingly able to utter more than just three words now, âFill you up more.â Shaking - both his voice and his thighs pushing you into missionary now. âGet- get you pregnant more.â
Blood manipulation to make his prolonged, split-ended shaft harder. Reverse cursed technique to make sure you two don't break bones.Â
But neither of you can stop the way his creaking bed frame shatters.
And Choso doesnât care- his knee hikes further to keep your legs open. Fist pumping the fattened excess of his ravaged cock furiously to pump nâ pump himself to a merciless hardness. Heâs hissing as his cursed energy forces every ounce of blood in his sparking mind to rush to his plummy, weeping crown.Â
âI-is this even safe, Choâ?â Youâre whining, trying to nudge yourself to some sort of rationality before Choso completely ruined you all over again.Â
âSafe? Safe?â Heâs giggling out, hissing between your parted lips. âWho knowsâŠ?â
The last thing youâre managing to hear before his slender hips snap forwards and meet your pussylips with a tender few strings of even more cum. Pouring out a thick paste that damn near covers the slope of your cunt an opaque ivory, âI donât know- I have no idea- a-all mâgonna do sâfuck youââ
Just at that moment your pussy lets out a sappy few squelches as he shovels inside and Chosoâs nodding.
âY-yeeees, my baby.â Slobber trickles down either side of his lips and marks him all glittering, the round orb of his piercing cleaning off your pussy of seed. âAll pregnant. A-all mine. All pregnant.â
Chosoâs still so damn big- growing even bigger thanks to his jujutsu that every rummaging inch makes him slick your skin with cum. Creaming you. Milking himself.Â
Bulging cock so layered with jujutsu that it almost zaps the inside of your silky smooth cunt like a vibrator to have him pummeling you deeply.
The more heâs pounding away like heâs crazed, the more and more he does become crazed. Rasping tone breathless, gone. âYes- yes yes yes thaâs right-â Heâs sounding out, trekking a hand down to thumb over your jiggling cum-inflated tummy bulge. âPregnant. Pregnant pregnant- pregnantââ
âS-slow down Cho, or mâgonnaângh! again.â You wail, hips bucking up shallowly - just about all you can manage right now, but the mere idea has Choso breathing all labored.Â
Hands twisting on the lecherous nub of your clit, âYeah- yeahhh, mamaâs gotta cum.â Heâs reciting off- it wasnât just the heat, it was some second primal nature that made him want to make that drenched pussy of yours squeeze his cock to death.
And fuck, was that instinct strong.Â
Because Chosoâs hitting your deep cunt with gushing whacks, angling his pelvis just right to curl the left-leaning spheroid of his cockhead against your g-spot and-
âCum- cum. Cum.â
When you do, itâs in carnal unison with him. For the nth time this night.
So hard that the two of you can only throw your heads back and moanâ
Long, stringy ribbons of sap entering your filthy hole right in time with each peak of your high. You count one, two, three- four.Â
âCumâing.â Your voice cracks, eyes rolling. Nails clawing fresh crimson marks down his pale shoulder blades, ones that the man himself smells and drools at. Yeah- all he wanted in his heated haze was for you to ruin him. âChoso- oh.âÂ
âSâmy name- whatâs this say?â
You yelp, feeling him guide his pierced cocktip to swab your most tender orifices. Grunting- âTell me. Spell.â
That fucking animal inside of his cursed body was makinâ him tease your bruised and battered cervix with an outlined âCâ, then an âHâ, and then an âOâ-âSâ -âOâ.
C-H-O-S-O
C-H-O-S-O
C-H-O-S-O
You think you might be cumming again, you think you might be grinding your hips back down without even thinking to help him spell out his name. âChoso- Choso! Choâ!â Mindlessly whining and whining that very word whilst your orgasm hits you like a freight train.Â
And Choso knew it was coming- oh, he saw.Â
The lecherous part of his cursed technique growing in tune with your body enough that heâs sensing the waves of your impending bliss, and gifing your pussy with a rigid thrash against your g-spot that leaves you squirting.Â
Dampened, streaming gushes of sap coat Chosoâs shaft, and itâs a damn miracle that heâs able to stop himself from pulling out right now just to taste the wetness of your dewy soft walls as you ride him through your high. His own orgasm nothing more than numerous dry spurts of white liquid when heâs fucking you even sloppier.Â
Still fucking you when heâs muttering the incantation underneath his breath for his blood manipulation technique sugring down to his fattening girth. Overstimulated. Overworked.Â
Gasping, something wet hits your shoulder and it takes you every shred of will in your body to wrench your teary lashes open and look. Only to realize that Choso Kamo was crying.
Whimpering, sucking himself dry on you.Â
You didnât know who was more drunken as heâs lazily dragging his veiny cock along your channel in a third- fourth? round. âI finally have- have you in my ngh- bed and-â Toying the flared edge of his mushroom tip right where your g-spot was, back nâ forth, back nâ forth. He makes you squeeze down on the rounded swelling at his hilt, â-you think mâletting you go that easy?â
Teeth on edge, bangs sweat-stuck, eyeliner running.
Heavy balls tightening.
Before you can even register it, Choso has you face-planted into the pillows - his hand at the base of your arched spine, cock taking you from behind, foot firmly seated on top of your head.Â
And heâs collapsing his body down onto yours and pushing, pushing, pushing.Â
So hard that you think you hear a faint pop!
âN-no breaking bonesâŠâ Comes out his throaty tut, followed by the cool breeze of even more reverse cursed energy bleeding into your bones. The expanse of his heated skin buzzing with electricity, he almost made you bolt to the touch.
And suddenly this mean position on all fours doesnât feel so bad anymore-
Finishing off, âNeed the f-future mother of my kids safe.â You can only drench his silky pink pillowcase with pure saliva and tears, whimpering when he dabs a finger over a dribbling wad of cum thatâd started to spray from your folds.Â
Delicately massaging over your overstimulated slope, Choso brings his glazed fingertip over to stick to the ring finger on your left hand and draw. A cute lilâ wedding band.Â
âAâŠproposal?â Youâre questioning, head cocked where youâre all laid out prettily on top of the cushy surface.Â
And maybe itâs by the fourth round when the two of you can barely even speak, and the massage of his soaked chocolate happy trail had started irritating the cheeks of your ass. Maybe itâs by the fifth when itâs barely even fucking and more so Choso making sure that his high leaves him dry, nothing but a pearly droplet of seed escaping his strawberry divot before heâs pinning you down to the mattress.Â
Maybe itâs by the sixth when heâs laying you side by side and gluing his slobbery mouth against yours while his raw, red cock lazily gyrates inside of your sensitive walls.Â
Plugged up with a swollen girth homed at the base of his red shaft that youâre slowly realizing is his wide knot so that all he can do is swirl nâ fill each slick, creamy crevice. Not having the strength to thrust even with his use of reverse cursed energy.Â
âYouâre mine now.â Itâs the last thing you hear as the two of you are on the precipice of passing out. Your bed shattered. Your apartment lights charred with the overuse of jujutsu.
Sending out a wave of cursed energy strong enough that itâs a wonder sorcerers arenât knocking down your door - and yet, Choso still wouldnât be able to stop his hips.Â
His sharp canines sink into the sweaty crook of your neck, much like yours had on his all those hours and hours ago. Yet, something about his bite feltâŠanimalistically permanent.Â
Like his infamously venomous technique was flowing through you and marking you. Though, you barely even feel the sting with his reverse cursed technique- not out of his control.
Through a crack of your tear-dewed eyelids, youâre taking in with awe at the way that your dear half-curse roommateâs nosebridge tattoo only grows wider. Stronger. Suddenly matching with a new one thatâd started to formulate at the base of his soft, mahogany happy trail - like an incubus tattoo.
He was all yours now.Â
Length throbbing harder as his tastebuds sizzle with your crimson, âForever.â Choso takes oooone good look at you with loving, heart-shaped eyes. And you wonder whether his heat was finally, finally-
Before heâs inhaling your saccharine sweet scent, and you watch in real time as Chosoâs molten peripherals dilate. Wide. Panting. Cock twitching. âO-oh, my baby, think mâgettingâŠhard again.â
A/N. Mwahaha summer is coming up so I simply had to.
Geto wonders whether this would be a good time to slip away- no. He shudders, thinking about the way said âjerkwadâ was probably skulking around, looking to lament about the very same thing.Â
Honestly, if this was a romcom it would be almost cute. Almost.Â
âGojoâs just too- too smart.â Youâre rubbing your aching temples, as if the words pained you to utter. âAnd infuriating, of course. And cocky and a try-hard and-â
âHonestly, you two should just duke things out in the bedroom.â He takes a looong sip of his milkshake, letting the silence drag on as you gape.Â
âSuguru thatâsâŠâ Bracing himself for yet another monologue on your supposed rival. Damn valedictorians- finals season was getting to you. â-thatâs genius.â
He frowns.Â
Okay, finals season was really getting to you.Â
Taking a confused second to check his drink - strawberry milkshake, low sugar, as usual - he concludes that he definitely wasnât spiked in any way and was definitely hearing you wrong. Of course, an understandable mistake. And so heâs clearing his gruff throat, ââŠwhat the fuck?â
Your long-time friend watches from across the table as you nod your head, a satisfied sort of smile plastering across your face - the very same one you often bore whenever you beat Gojo on a test, or a quiz, or a group project.Â
Or anything, really.
âThatâs exactly it- I should fuck him.â
Yeah, he sets down the cup he was holding, he was definitely spiked. Or, maybe he was dead and this was his own personal hell.
âOoookay, thatâs enough all-nighters.â Getoâs plastering one of his ringed hands across your forehead, searching for a high temperature. âHow about we get you to Shoko for some examination-â
âNo no, listen.â
âIâm scared.â
Swatting away his well-meaning palms, youâre leaning towards him, so close that your lips waft the silver piercings decorating his ear. âIf I fuck himââ Geto shivers, one of his ripped arms settling on top of the table in conspiring unison. â-he wonât have time to study. And if he doesnât have time to studyâŠâ
The snake bites lining his rosy lips glint as they formulate a smirk, sleazy. âOh, you dirty girl.â
DING-DINGâ!
And itâs as if the universe was having a good laugh at your expense.Â
In all his refined, cranky glory - wiry-framed glasses nestled high on his nosebridge, strong, sweater-covered arms straining with the weight of damn near half the library stacked in a column, snowy bangs doing very little to hide the withering glare he was immediately firing your way.
The spitting image of the other valedictorian youâd been fighting both tooth and nail against since the start of freshman year.Â
You remember how it all started like it was just yesterday; youâd been sitting eagerly at the very front row of Professor Gakuganjiâs lecture hall. Your sheer buzzing energy only matched by the white-haired boy seated next to you - perhaps a kindred spirit, maybe youâd even become friends, you naively thought.
That is, until Gakuganji had asked for a volunteer to start off ice-breakers that the both of you had shot up in your seat. Racing to be first.Â
Faces snapping to each other in shock, mouths tightening. An invisible war - which had, very famously, turned into a palpable war over the last few semesters. One that youâre sure nearly every student on campus had heard about (and bet on, you remember Shoko tittering about some betting pool.)
It didnât help that you two had practically the same classes each year - and it really didnât help that Gojo put all he had into one-upping you any time since that fateful meeting. Â
Always clamoring out of his seat to answer questions first, always trailing after teachers if he caught you sucking up to them, too, always checking out the same books after you did.
Hell, at one point youâd been convinced that he genuinely lived in the library.
âYouâre staring~â Geto sing-songs, resting his grinning face on one hand as he watches the bee-line of your eyesight.Â
âUgh- I have no idea what youâre talking about.â Flashing, cerulean eyes narrow as you rip your own gaze away, and Gojoâs sauntering over to a cosy seat near the back with an audible âhmpf!âÂ
Bastard- that was your second-favorite seat. You should sit there next timeâŠ
âLook at him.â Youâre spitting, feeling only slightly ridiculous at the raw vitriol in that sentence until Gojo physically turns around in his chair to flip you off. Haughtily, he swivels back to shift through his countless textbooks, surely studying for the upcoming final exam in a few days. âBet he cuddles those books to sleep and thatâs how he beat me today.â
Rays of sunlight dappling his pale hair, the straps of his backpack make his shoulder muscles ripple. For a nerd, he sure did take care to make everyone on campus secretly swoon.
âŠexcept for you, of course.Â
Crossing your arms, you roll your eyes - more to tear them away from the way that Gojoâs glasses made his eyes twinkle in the daytime.
âNot for long. Mark my words, Suguru, Iâll fuck him-â Murmuring, you pointedly ignore the gawking looks from the customers surrounding your table. â-Iâll fuck his brains out.â
Eyelids twitching slightly, Geto makes sure to graciously bow his head in an apology towards the older lady seated at the beside you two - clutching her chest as if she was about to have a cardiac arrest. âAnd you realize that by fucking himâŠhe fucks you, too?â
âOh.â Honestly, for someone so smart you could be so stupid sometimes. You ignore the heat that runs through your veins at the notion, and stuff your face into your long-cold coffee. Sputtering, âI-Itâll be fine.â
Famous last words.Â
.
.
.
âA-are you following me or just obsessed?â
âNothing to be obsessed about here.â
âThen why are you following-â
âMaybe youâre following me, bast- I mean, Gojo.â
BANG!
And Gojo really shouldâve been worried about ruining his squeaky-clean record with the campus librarian, slamming a few thickset books down on his usual studying spot was very unlike her model helper, of course.Â
But right now he couldnât bring himself to care.Â
Not when you - campus princess, top pick for valedictorian, pain-in-his-ass - were face-to-face with him and standing the closest you ever had amidst that time youâd sat together on your first day.Â
And calling him by his name.
Jaw clenched, he steps towards his familiar chair by the shadowed corner - and you do, too.
Long legs maneuvering to claim his seat - and you do, too, right next to him.
Pushing his glasses-clad face into the first textbook he picks up, he doesnât even notice that itâs upside down - not until youâre tapping your finger on the gilded corner of it and Gojo flinches. âYouâre reading that the wrong way, yâknow?â
ââŠitâs a form of studying.â
âIâm sure.â
âAnd- and what are you doing? Miss valedictorian has given up on being valedictorian so sheâs here to bother me?â He seethes, finally taking a good look at you since youâd randomly ambushed him on his daily trip to the library. Tracking him around like a lost puppy and oh- oh, Gojo almost regrets it.
Because he might wear glasses, but he wasnât blind.
Fuck, did you really have to wear a cutesy top so low-cut? And a skirt so tight, he hated how your thighs were so pretty - ones heâd only seen in his imagination- nightmares. His nightmares, for sure.Â
Itâs no wonder that half the student body in your department would kill to be in this position, and the other half would kill him for daring to sit his gloomy, unpopular self next to you.
Gojo gulps as he inadvertently memorizes the lacy black shade of your bra strap, barely catching onto your humming response.Â
âStudying.â You casually raise your own book, something related to the content covered on the test tomorrow, surely.Â
âB-but- here-â
âAnd here I was under the impression that the library was public to all.â Youâre cutting off his rambling by creeping an inch forwards. So close that youâre wafted with a cloud of his homey, ink nâ vanilla scent. Purring, âIs it not?â
âNo! I know you- you just wanna steal my super secret Satoru studying tips.â He points at you, accusatorial.Â
Scoffing- why did you want to subject yourself to this nonsense again? Oh, right, that coveted spot at the forefront of Yagaâs Deanâs List, thatâs why. ââStudying tipsâ my ass, youâre just scared Iâll beat you on the exam tomorrow.â
âYou couldnât beat me if Yaga stripped naked and danced with the answers in front of you.â
âHmmââ You pretend to take down notes, âSo is that what you think about before a final?â
âN-no- even if I did, I wouldnât tell you.â
Raising a brow, âRightâŠâ And by the way that Gojo trembled at your tone of voice, shifting his glasses higher into his unruly bangs, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. âBecause youâre scared.â
âAm not.â
âAm too.â
âAm not-â
âAm too. Itâs alright, scaredy-cat-â Youâre making a big show of letting the library chair screeeech against the polished hardwood floors as you stand up, fingers itching for your bag. â-Iâll just take my leave then, since youâre so sca-â
âSit.â
And it wasnât a plea, it wasnât even a request.
Gojo had his warm, engulfing palm surrounding your wrist and all but dragging you back to sit back down with an unceremonious plop!Â
Hard and rough.Â
Before youâd even registered it - before youâd finished blinking - in an instant, he was back to his normally grouchy self. Grimacing face darted back between his pages, hulking body hunched low as he washed himself of the memory of your (unfairly) pretty self seated right next to him.Â
This was all a bad dream, he repeated to himself, as if a mantra. But then why was he feeling soâŠhot? Maybe this was one of those annoying side quests in video games- if he doesnât interact, he wonât react.Â
Yeah, that sounded about right. He just wonât interact.
He will notâ
âYour penâs too loud.â
âYour breathingâs too loud.âÂ
âSo you want me to die-â
âYes, please.â Youâre sniping back on autopilot, your exceptionally silent pen scribbling along one of your flashcards. This really wasnât how you saw your masterplan going - but it was too late to back out now. If there was anything that was revealed during this lengthy rivalry, it was that you werenât a quitter. Huffing, âDo you always talk so much when you study?â
âOh- Iâm sorry, princess, want me to kiss your feet while Iâm at it?â
âDidnât think you were one for a foot fetish.â
âH-huh? No! What are you-âÂ
And that slight waver in his voice makes you pause- it makes you snap your head up, just in time to catch the scorching red blush breezing down the back of Gojoâs neck. Visibly peeking through the edge of his creamy vest even as he buries his face into his upside-down book.Â
âAwww- whatâs that?â Snickering, you take your chance to nudge your chair closer to his. Teasing. Until thighs met shaky thighs, shoulders bumped sculptured shoulders, and your syrupy breath made the tips of his ears flush. Voice low, âCanât handle a lilâ sex talk, Satoru?â
Saying his first name- fuck!
Heâs slamming his left arm where the heat of your sighs had burned his sensitive earlobe, grumpy baritone crackingâ âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âAre you a virgin?â You blink, your scheme giving way to genuine curiosity.Â
The way that Gojoâs mouth gapes is more than enough of an answer to you. Glasses slipping down his clammy skin, meaty legs shivering as you experimentally brush your palm to feel the flex of his outer thigh. He wasâŠchiseled.Â
Blinking, âReally? Not even a handjob?â
And fuck- were you glad that heâd chosen a slightly distant corner of the library.Â
Because your hands might be rovering sensually underneath the table, but the tightness in Gojoâs slacks was obvious.Â
And itâs not that you spent a lot of time thinking about how big your mortal enemy might be underneath all his formal, upright outfits - but you just didnât think heâd be this staggering. Perhaps average, at best.Â
But one slight glimpse through your peripheral vision left your greedy mouth parting - he was long. So, so long from the end of his body to way past halfway down his thick thigh.Â
And so massively girthy that youâre half-counting each jolting throb from the edges of your eyesight.Â
Your mouth waters something slick at the primal heat radiating from between his legs. Trying your very hardest not to let your jaw drop as your pupils dare to snake down, down, downâ
âWanna change that?â The words spill out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping them- and Gojo looks ruined at the very idea.
Eyes glittering, cherry-pink lips falling into a soft oh! âWh-what are youâŠâ
You hesitate, this was Gojo after all. And you might feel your panties getting damper by the minute but he⊠Finger balling into a fist as you start to pull away, âWant me to stop-â
âBacking out, miss valedictorian?âÂ
Fuck- it happens like a flash of lightining.Â
In a nanosecond youâre thinking you should pull away, and the next Gojo has his slender fingers gripping your wrist. Tugging your palm to creep right down the bulging cylindrical length twitching between his legs as if you were weightless.Â
He was desperate. He was shifting, lurching his hips up off the rickety chair completely so that your soft fingers brush further down his fat, weeping clothed cock.Â
An uncharacteristically dark drawl seeping into his voice, âCouldnât score on the exam and now you canât score- ngh.â
But, of course, this Gojo Satoru was all talk - his spit-glossed lips wobbling with a whimper the very moment you slip your hands to skim the hem of his pants.Â
Pop.Â
There goes one of his polished buttons, all sensible. Anything but the way that Gojoâs sexily slouching his toned body into the library desk, a heady gasp departing his lips. âFinish what you- hah! started.â
Pop.Â
And you knew that those dexterous digits of his could easily wander down his complicated buttons- but right now Gojo was fumbling.Â
He was gnawing on the bubblegum insides of his cheek and keening as he struggled to remove his trousers.Â
Pop.
Pop!Â
One of the silvery buttons end up clattering down on the wooden floors. Finally - finally - freeing his aching, bloated cock.Â
And youâre not just seeing it first - youâre hearing it. The very crown of his reddened tip hitting halfway up his cotton vest with a wettened splat! Eyeing the darkening patch of cloth with a gulp.
Gojoâs long lashes flapâ hissing at the strike of cold air where he was most sensitive. âWh-whoâs the scaredy-cat now?â
But how could you not be spellbound?
Mentally, youâre counting nine - maybe even near ten - entire inches of his thick, vein-covered shaft.Â
The mushroomed edge of his cockhead blushing the prettiest shade of strawberry pink, and he was just as needily swollen. Spraying out a few glistening trails of pre that puddle up cutely near the curly tufts of white lining his v-line. He was just aching for your touch.
Ruining.Â
Jolting like he was zapped with a thousand bolts of electricity the moment your thumb smears the pearly bubble of precum thatâd started to leak out of him. Breathless, âWhoâs a scaredy-cat?â
âYou-hngh!â Heâs gritting down on his lower lip as a groan erupts from his throat, teary eyelids wrenching shut at the blissful sensation.
Your hand was so soft- so heavenly.Â
Just the slightest trace of your fingerpads gliding down Gojoâs puffy pink veins sends him heaving, the heated figure of his body leaning into your touch. âW-wait-â He spits out through snarling pearly whites as the length of your fingers squeezes the fattened base of his cock sensually. âFuh-fuck! What the fuck- s-sexual pleasure. Shared sexual pleasure feels like this?â
Just lightly pumping up to press the mountains of your palm into his tender underside. Gojo was so rock-hard that your skinâs memorizing every zig-zagging line of his pulsing veins. âHmmâ?â
âThis- how-â Azure eyes pleading up at you, âHck! How-â
And youâre unsure whether he was babbling at the simplest drag of your hand or yearning for actual responses - but you never did leave a question unanswered. âMmmâ yeah? Like it, Satoru?â
âL-lov-â That little confession almost dribbles from his lips just from the way youâre cooing his first name. Ethereal ivory strands plastering to his forehead as he hastily shakes the thought free, voice breaking. In disbelief.Â
Heâs tugging his slightly-fogged glasses up his nosebridge, âHow does it feel like this- why- fuuuuckâ should beâŠillegal.â
Youâre fighting back a moan yourself, the dainty ends of your fingernails fluttering all the way from his drenched happy trail up, up, up, up to kiss his coral-pink slit.Â
Glittering a webbed wad of pre that drips down to your wrist as youâre caressing his sensitive outline. Just loooong, lazy traces that feel so good heâs sweating bullets from the sides of his temples.Â
âThe arteries on the dorsal- Donât stopââ
âSo bossy.â
Gojo finds himself jerking impatiently. He finds himself flinching when you choose that very moment to lean your puckered lips over and plant a wet smack! of spit right down his bulbous, bulging tip. Starting up a sultry pace, âThink I like you better when youâre hah- like this, Satoru.â
âShut up- fuck- mmm, right there-â
With two palms white-knuckled on the chairâs armrests, heâs stooping his muddled head over and rutting- animalistically. Milking himself on every drag of your plush hands, âPlease- please.â
Oh, you really liked it when he begged.Â
And youâre pacing your hand even slower, squeezing the pointed globe of his ruby-red tip with a resounding squeeelch! âH-haaaah! There? There? I-if you touch me thereâŠâ
âSay that for me again- that âpretty please.ââ When he can only lower his head deeper and wetly mumble- âAgain- oh.â
You shouldnât have underestimated him - you really shouldnât have underestimated him.Â
Because the moment your wrist strains with the warning signs of slowing your tempo even more- Gojoâs snaps his right hand to hold your hand still and thrusts.Â
The weeping thickness of his cocktip mazes between your fingers like a searchlight, heâs fountaining out a warm ribbon of pre that froths down your hand once his long length emerges.Â
âF-for the distal end of the glans, the primary source of sexual pleasure- your handâs fucking h-heavenâŠoh.â Heâs letting rip a guttural grunt, the muscles on his neck ticking. Half-lidded, drunken eyes circling around dizzily until they finally fall upon your shocked oh! face. âToo bad I c-canât say the same for your mouth-â
âHey!âÂ
And you wouldâve said something further - you shouldâve. You were trying to, yet that very moment Gojo fucks his slenderly toned hips up in such a hard thrust that it makes your pinky nearly bruise at the thwack! of his heavy balls hitting yours.Â
He was so fucking hard that the spank of his sagged balls make your skin sting, oh-so-tight that it leaves him standing uprightly erect even when youâre cupping his hilt.Â
âNghhhh f-fuck. Yeah- yeahhh take it- take it just like that, princess.â Gojoâs voice drops into a carnal growl as heâs hooding his eyes over and staring right at where he was using your hand. The thickened digits of his fingers squeezing your own righter âround the gummy tip, looser to pound his base. âNo oneâs ever touched me like this.â
Your hands were so much smaller than his own - than his cock, too.
Damn near dwarfing your touch, heâs throbbing his girth so much fucking fatter that every jolt makes your own wrist shiver with intensity. Faster.Â
A few speckles of syrupy drool dribbling down the side of his curling lips, âShouldâve told me if- haaah-â And just then, youâre fingering your thumb to tease the flared ridge of his mushroom crownhead. Making Gojo shudder his pecs and droop his face to mouth down your neck.Â
Red hot. Your poor nerdy rival was blushing so hard that wherever he made contact with your throat made your flesh sizzle. â-if this was what you wanted s-so badlyââ
âFuck, Satoru-â
âYou guys?!âÂ
The sudden interruption of an upbeat voice is so abrupt that Gojo canât do anything less incriminating than pushinâ his moaning, twisting face further into the crook of your neck. Hips subtly shifting on the chair to hide your sinfulness from view, it makes the pads of your fingers snag on one of Gojoâs prominent lightning bolted veins- and leaves him biting down on your throat to muddle a whimper.Â
âH-Haibara?â Your voice breaks once youâre lifting your head to stare up at the beaming smile of your fellow classmate. âWhat ummâ brings you here?â
Innocently oblivious to the mess Gojo was drooling from the orifice at his cock as your pace gets sloppier. Faster. Youâre coughing lightly to mask the repeated fwop! emanating when the back of your fisted hand hits the front of his toned pelvis.Â
âSame as you, of course.â Your audience replies, enunciating his point with a nod towards the papers and textbooks scattered about you two. Clapping his hands, âHow wonderful it is to see the two of you studying together- I always did tell Kento you two would end up friends.â
And of course it wasnât abnormal for Gojo Satoru to ignore anyone and everyone except his books.Â
Of course it wasnât strange- but Haibara sweetly asks, anyway. Tone dripping in concern, âIs he alright, though?â
Gojoâs bucking up to your touch when heâs addressed, one that heâs masking as a flinch. Using that as lewd leverage to squeeze and squeeze the delicate line of his tip, up nâ down.Â
Forcing out a slight chuckle, âO-oh, heâs alright. Just resting.â Pointedly pumping your wrist until it was aching, all the way from the bloated bottom of his cock to thumb up his dripping crownhead that Gojo has to mask with shivers. Sneakily, you chance a grope of your free hand to tenderly squeeze his achy balls. âHe canât keep up with myâŠflashcards, yâknow how it is.â
Haibara nods, âRight of course, of course- itâs so sweet how supportive the two of you are with each otherâs studies.â
And underneath his panting, cloudy breath, youâre making out Gojo scoffing. The frigid rim of his glasses cratering against the pulse on the side of your neck as he throb-throb-throbs in your hand.Â
Twitching. Slobbering. Rutting- everything he could possibly do to milk his fat, swollen cock on your hands without anyone else here noticing. Punishingly, he sinks his honed canines into your skinâ âC-cum- gonnaââ
Urgently, your cadence turns nearly frantic. Furious, tugging pulls that leave the mahogany chair creaking with slight rickets.Â
âY-yeahâ Satoru- deserves it. Heâs been working so hard.â You breathe, unsure who it was for.Â
But it makes the man melting at your touch hissâ the candy-pink divot homed right on the top of his barreling length so hot with slippery cobwebs of pre. Drooling out more. Jolting even more. Glasses sliding down.Â
Your classmate only grins, âAwwwââ Taking the slightest step closer and your warm hand tightens in panic. âYou two would make the cutest couple!â
And thatâs just about when Gojo cumsâ
Hot, hard.Â
So, so heavy with the sheer volume of buttery, sappy white cum he was spilling into your lap. You fight to keep your smile from widening at the way his heated pink shaft drizzles with streaming streaks of seed that stains the skin of your outer thighs.
Gojo lets out a soft gasp of breath once heâs twitching his lusty cock to slap down on your flesh and chase the heat of your cunt.Â
Right where he feels himself slip nâ slide across the slick outer sheen dampening from your coreâ right where he needed to fuck you. Just the darkened edge of his dilated pupil peeks out from the crook of your neck to stare at your audience dead-on. In front of him, if he had to.
And you could sense it, too.
Which is why youâre hastily waving off Haibaraâs commentâ âAhhâ well, itâs too soon for that.â
âYou never know~â Casually scratching the back of his neck, not a thing was amiss in the way that Haibaraâs perking up. âI should leave you two to it, then. And I have to tell Kento about this new development and I havenât studied and-â
You donât dare let your sigh of relief escape until after heâd walked away with an eager wave.Â
Gojo himself was letting go of the area heâd been gnawing on your neck with a soppy pwah! Unsteadily lifting his head just to inch forwards and teeter-
Oh, he looked absolutely fucked-out.Â
All heavily-lidded eyes that blinked slowly, and a mouth now shiny with a fresh coating of transparent spittle. Spectacles askew, hair rumpled, collar hauled to the side as if he was undressing himself.Â
Greedy slobber bubbles up by the side of his flushed lips and trickles when he catches sight of your hands still wrapped around his softening cock.Â
Not looking âround you two - not even caring if anyone sees, heâs gently lifting your dominant wrist over to hover near his gulping maw. âMade me make s-such a mess, princess.â
Your fingers trembly at the sheer scorching gusts of his humid breath, Gojo bores right into your eyes as he unfastens his jaw and lets his pinkish tongue liiiiick right up your cream-coated fingers. And the only thing hotter than his ropes of seed were the slimy edges of his tongue.Â
Weaving between your pinky, takinâ extra care on your ring finger.Â
Each and every one. One by one, heâs sapping down wet slurps with his mouth as he sucks on each glob of white decorating your digits like his favorite lollies.Â
âW-weâreââ Gojo starts, his glittering lips still speckled with a bead of frosting. Of cum as he cleans you off. Dry Adamâs apple bobbing, âWeâre neverâ hah.â Before strangling his words with a pained grunt and salivating the ridges of his tastebuds down your fingers in a final French kiss.Â
Then another. And another. And another- like he couldnât fucking get enough.Â
And it viscerally ached him somewhere deeply primal inside to curl his rugged palm around your wrist and wrench himself away with a moistened pop! that resonates like music in the empty library air.Â
Mouth curling as he pushes up his glasses for the nth time, âWeâre never studying together again.â
Speechless, itâs just then that youâre noticing that- oh. Gojo Satoru has dimples.Â
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Gojo Satoru failed that test.
He totally, totally failed that test.Â
Which wouldnât have been as completely soul-crushing to watch his streak of constant A++ grades be torn down before his very eyes had that final actually been difficult. But Yaga had, mercifully, decided to go easy on them this time - and Gojo should have been able to ace this exam in his sleep.
Which was quite difficult for him to pull off such a feat when he found himself unable to think about anything but you.
Well, given, that wasnât exactly an outlandish state-of-mind for him.Â
Though, usually itâs more along the lines of how ridiculous it was that you thought youâd top Yagaâs Deanâs List instead of him, how your essay wasnât even that great (okay, maybe it was- but his was better!), or wondering whether it was part of your strategy to look so gorgeous that you distract the entire department into failing.
But today - even right now - all he could wonder about was how ah, question number five- youâd wrapped all five of your pretty lilâ fingers around his cock.Â
How soft they were, how perfect they looked pumping his painfully hard girth and fuck- soon enough he was blessed with a half-chubbed dick tightening his pants, and a muddled brain thatâd already started writing his answer about you, your damn hands, and you.Â
Fuck, he could feel his skin flaring at the mere memory again.Â
âGoddammit-â Heâs grinding the backs of his molars until heâs tasting metal, staring at the empty lined paper that would usually have been filled and stapled to the backs of his final. âGoddammit.â
And then Gojo stands- so abruptly that several blissfully ignorant students recoil at the sudden movement from their stoic classmate. Papers flying, usual backpack left behind.Â
Itâs as if a storm, the steps leading him the row or two further up the lecture hall groan and protest at Gojoâs stomping. Closer to where you were - with your face in your hands, and your expression harrowed as if youâd just seen a ghost.Â
âYou.â Heâs starting, rumbling voice low.Â
You wince at the sound, as if only just noticing the man towering up to you. Settling your widened eyes off of yourâŠcuriously blank sheets of extra paper, only to stare up at Gojo and grimace again. âYou.â
And any and all irritation regarding the little predicament youâd put him in vanishes as he realizes.Â
You failed that test, too.
SLAM!
Two roughened hands of his strike down on your table to lean in so close, the rows surrounding you two hushing so quiet that you could hear every single one of Gojoâs ragged breaths. Close.Â
So, so close.Â
Youâre counting every single white lash of his, every spike of pale blue in his sapphire irises, every glint in his snarl. So close that your nose tingles with the perfume of that familiar sultry vanilla.Â
He watches, expressionless, as your thighs squeeze together beneath you. Shit.Â
âY-you.â Gojoâs voice was rough, as hoarse as if he was trying to keep something deep and dark out of it. âTonight. My dorm.â Risking a glance around the nosy rest of the hall, his face burns at the unsuccessful way they were pretending not to be listening. âForâŠstudying.â
A wolf whistle rings through the tense airâ âGet a room!â
âTheyâre about to~â
âI knew this would happen.â
âPlease keep talking to a minimum, some students are taking extra time on the test.â Yagaâs bored drone shatters the mirth - only to heighten it by twofold just as soon as Gojo feels the slightest hint of relief. âPlease keep flirting to a minimum, too.â
And then he turns back to you and you wink.
Oh.Â
Oh, fuck.
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âOh-ohhh mm, Gojoââ Your head throws back against the carpet of Gojoâs stifling bedroom, your lips gluing together with strands of spit as soon as he kisses your inner thigh and salivates. Mouth churning with wads of spit ready to devour you-
âSatoru.â
âWh-what?â It takes you every ounce of strength in your sprawled-out body to question in response.Â
Head lurching just the slightest few degrees to gaze upon the way he was stuffed nose-deep between your legs - glasses, cocky grin and all.Â
Gojo takes the lecherous time to perk his flared nostrils over and sniiiiffâ! the aroma of your wetness, his overeager maw spilling a thin trail of spittle at the saccharine-sweet scent of your dripping pussy. âCall me- hah! Satoru.â
Shit- how did you even get here?
Skirt and blouse off, needy.
Itâs as if one second youâre explaining (quite ashamedly, mind you) how your plan had backfired and youâd bombed that test, sputtering as Gojo rolls his eyes knowingly. And the nextâŠ
Spank! You donât have to look down to already feel the twisted curl of Gojoâs smirk against your thighs, one of his hands soothing across where heâd oh-so-rudely spanked the right of your ass cheek.Â
âZoning out already? Your Bartholin gland is working overtime to lubricate.â He hums, the frigid metal frames leaving your hips squirming. Tilting his head, âYouâre wet.â
âY-you wish-â Youâre huffing and puffing despite the way youâre smearing your legs even more widely agape with primal need. Just begging him for something, anything, with each squelching wave of slick pouring from between your pussylips.Â
Gojo leaves one kiss near your cute belly button, another on the hemline of your clingy panties.Â
Mwah, mwahâ soft, puckered lips trace allll over except where you were aching for him the most. Heâs snickering at through a hot gasp once the sharp edges of his teeth snag on the forefront of your underwear and let it snap! back.
âThink youâre soooo fuckinâ smart, huh?â Gojo spits, furiously. âAlways so intelligent- so smug.â Dragging the crescent nubs of his fingernails down the sides of your bodyâÂ
Tearing down your panties, flopping through the crevice of your folds to give you just a singular push of his miry tongue. Just a singular kiss, a singular snog of his flattened muscle slapping down on your entrance. âLetâs see how s-smart you really are, then, miss valedictorian.â
And despite the way heâs running his mouth, his tongue sings a different tune. Just like jelly- shyly wobbling on the puffy outside of your pussylips and lapping up gulp after gulp of your sap.Â
He was parched- and couldnât help but tickle your cunt like a man thirsting for years. Thirsting for years, and yet, he couldnât help the way heâs slouching back slightly on his knees with a burning blushâ
âY-youâre only saying that because-â He jolts at the sudden rut of your hips, sending a slobbering stroooke straightly down your slit. â-because you canât handle anything else.â
Gojo quirks a cloudy brow, âAnythingâŠoh.â
And though it pained a carnal part of you to - though your pussy was quivering in protest - you find your arm reaching out to grab the prim collar of Gojoâs white sweater and traaawl him all the way up. âWanâ you in my hah- mouth, Satoru.â
âNghââ Heâs nibbling his plush bottom lip to bite back a fucking whineâ and the moment that slight smirk starts twitching your lips, Gojo scoops your legs up in a surprisingly strong hold.Â
Big, beefy arms lifting you in midair and throwing you down on the bed. You yelp as you bounce- heâs careless, desperate, the only thing he needs right now is to have you on his bed. On his mouth-
âTh-think I canât handle a b-blow- fellatio, huh?âÂ
Heâs grumbling as he lays himself flatly on the cushy mattress, letting those navy sheets be rumpled once heâs sitting back sexily. And youâre almost wishing you could turn yourself around and ogle that handsome vision settling right between your legs.Â
âOh- oh.â Gojo mouths gapes as he really - really takes in the sight of you. All sopping wet and needy for him. Shuddering steadily in and out to regain his breath in some way, âOh my god- fuck, what a prettyyy pussy.â
âH-hnghh, fuckââ Your mouth drops once large palms spread-spread-spreeead your cheeks apart and let your dewdropped slick drip! down into his throat.Â
Shivering, every time his claggy breath stroked your pried-open entrance. Leaving a wide, hot open-mouthed kiss right where Gojo could spy your glistening hole winking.Â
You were just a three-course meal sitting above him. And he was ready to crane his neck and diiiveâ
ZIIIIIIPâ!
âShit- princess, what are you- fuck!â
Your grin grows when you stagger off Gojoâs plaid pants and let his reddened, swollen cock hit your chin with a plap! âWhaaatâ?âÂ
He was standing tall, proud.Â
Soooo many swollen, throbbing inches standing up rock-hard nâ straight just from the mere idea of having your saccharine pussy on his mouth.
Thighs trembling where you were straddling his head, fuck, if Gojo was in any better state of mind heâd have registered the way your syrupy pussy grows wetter. âScared?â
He blushes- he keens, mindlessly bucking his hips to chase the heat of your mouth. âN-no. Itâs a perfectly normal reaction to sexual stimulation-â
âYou talk too much.â
âThenâŠâ
Youâre whimpering, your spine bowing into the perfect curvature once Gojo claws a firm handful of your ass and pulls you to him to kiss your pretty pussy. âGet up here.â Letting the thickened air ring with the smack of his glossy lips gluing to your outer folds, âGet up- get up here so that I can fucking show you, miss valedictorian.â
And he might have absolutely zero experience - but that didnât mean that Gojo wasnât hungry.Â
Heâs not waiting around for you to tease him to death with your sweet, puckered lips. No- heâs tugging you down his lengthy body and latching âround the nub of your clit first.Â
âShe- sheâs the clit, huh?â
âSh-shitâŠoh my ngh- Satoru!â
Tittering, âCourse she is- located at the top of the vulva and responsible f-for connecting the network of erectile tissue. And she has you alll stupid.â
Your treacly cunt was giving him the cutest lilâ welcome by pouring a wave of sticky slick right down his chin, heâs sliding the wetness against the innards of your squeezing thighs and pushing himself nose-deep.
Glasses cluttering, vein-decorated forearms flexing. âHowâs thatâ?â Endlessly listing off the three-hundred different ways to toy with your sensitive clit, heâs swervinâ the glazed point of his tongue in cute hearts. Groaning into your pussy, âMmmmâ your turn- o-oh fuck!â
And you werenât just teasing him, you were simply waiting for the perfect moment to plop your saturated mouth in a clammy smooch over Gojoâs round, smooth cockhead.
Lapping the narrowed margin of your tongue to rim that split-end on his tip, your tastebuds scorch with the warm cream of his pre. Buttering up your flat muscles as you jerk your head and draaaag a long, languid lick. âWhatâs that?â
Letting out the cutest pitched âfuck!â, Gojo bucks his hips to plunge between your hot maw with a wet fwop!Â
Hissing, âI was mistaken, your mouth is heaven.âÂ
Gulping him deeper-
âHaaaah- wait.â Itâs like heâs easing and then back- too much for his sensitive, inexperienced cock. âStimulating my c-cock with a tongue so good. Now thatâs- thatâs just fucking- unfair-âÂ
Spanking your cunt with a splatter of wadded saliva before teething his canines along your clit and pinching. Groaning right into that mess, âUnfair- th-thatâs unfair- fuck! Shit, how do you make everything feel so good- You always do hafta ch-cheat, huh?â
He has to battle with himself not to cum right then and there.Â
But he wasnât going down without a fight.
Youâre just starting to lavish your silky tongue over the sensitive veins snaking along his meaty base, chin tickling with curly white hairs- when Gojo wraps an arm around your waist and pullsâ
âWh-whoâs cheating now?â
âAnd who do ya think you are?â Gojo pleads- he strains. Your body being slightly bumped up nâ down like a rollercoaster after each heave of his broad pectorals.Â
And just playing with your clit wasnât enough, he needed to use his inhuman strength to make you rest your entire weight. âJust- sitââ Throat hatching with lilting groans once your mouth is sliiiding sensually down his pink shaft. Gojoâs speaking between French kisses to your cunt, grunting like it hurt him to break off.Â
And even though heâs practically still closed, you swear you could count every one of his eight, ladder-like abs.
âBut I could ngh- suffocate-â
Rutting- deep back into your mouth till his bawling mushroom tip swabs the very back of your throat. âSo? Then itâll be my ngh- first and last time. Respiration is overrated, just- fucking- sit.â
Yelping, itâs all you can do to claw your nails down each of Gojoâs thick, milky thighs once he grabs onto your body and slams you down on his readily awaiting mouth.Â
âFuck- fuck!â Eyes widened, tone crazed. He doesnât know where to look when heâs slobbering his heated mouth in dragging licks up and down between your puffed-up folds, occasionally peeking inside your fluttering hole and giving your ring of muscle a sloooow stretched-out circle.Â
Gojo slaps the velvety underside of his tongue down on your sensitive entrance and watches as your syrupy slick pooours. âDonât know how long I-Iâve dreamt of this, princess-â
âY-you have?â
Though, it comes out gurgled and half-moaned around the fattened circumference of Gojoâs pulsating, long cock. He was just so big that youâd barely even slid his heavy shaft down halfway until heâs probing your throat thoroughly.Â
Fattened balls tightened once he speaks, âYou- have- nooooo fucking idea-â Punctuated with heavy, slashing strokes of his tongue.Â
Youâre damn near sobbing at the sheer surprisingly strength of his - the pleasure. Gojo was technical in his approach, a snagging lilâ circle to make your hole stretch cutely- before gifting himself a looong lick from the base of your pussy right up to your clit.Â
âEvery time before a test- e-every time after. Ngh- every time someone would l-look at you in those pretty skirts and- fuuuuck! wanted to fuck that damn mouth shut every time youâd insult me. Every time- made you wanna scream.â
Swiping his simmering tastebuds down with circles. Hearts. Something that felt like an Sâ
âThaâs right- goood girl, you got that one right.â Heâs piping up from between your dampened inner thighs. Fucking you with his tongue just the way his weighty cock was bawling and begging to fuck you.
And it takes you one more sweltering kiss, two more until youâre lifting your mouth back off of Gojoâs fat cock in realization- did you just say that out loud?Â
âMhmmââ Gojo answers, voice breaking with a slight whine at the loss of heat. Promptly, youâre pushing your hips back to ride his mouth shut and gawking at the way it makes his shaft twitch wildly. Like a madman, heâs rutting up to capture your sweet, sweet lips once more-Â
âTh-think I like it better when you- ngh-â You somehow manage to get out through sappy wet bobs of your mouth, every squelch! drawn out by the suction of your hollowed lips deafening in his cozy bedroom. You start to feverishly pump the solid inches of his you couldnât fit inside, holding onto one side of his muscular glutes for balance. â-when you shut up.â
âNâ youâre better when you have- my-â It was even worse with every buzzzzing vibration of his voice tingling your clit. The bed rickets in unison with your whines as he drills up into your slickened mouth maddeningly, plummy tip scouring your inner cheeks. â-biiig fucking cock in y-your mouth.â
And then Gojo wasnât just making out with your cunt till heâs pussydrunk- heâs slithering one of his slender, pale fingers until itâs all glazed with a satiny layer of sap and caressing your entrance.Â
Tenderly, he slips just the thick first pad of it past the tight muscle before youâre clenching- being dragged even further up his face.Â
âCâmon- câmon câmon câmon please-â Pushing and pushing, he couldnât handle the singlest bit of resistance unless he wanted to tear up.Â
The size of his digit is just so looong and nimble enough that Gojo finds himself in awe at the way your snug hole opens up to swallow him eagerly. Crying out bulbous tears of sap, youâre just arching your back and taking every one thrust. Two. Three. Fourâ
Swatting your clit with the pointed fringe of his chin, heâs flopping his tongue over in a textured pattern on top of your perky clit. One that makes you gaspâ âA? A?â
âMhmmââ Teething your swollen folds at the grooving tickle of his prominent middle veins on the roof of your mouth, the way youâre announcing everything he spells is just so hot that Gojo bucks until you choke. âNext-â
Struggling, flowing so much damper at the muscles of his front. God- he was sooo fucking fit. Using every ounce to pushâ âMmpf- ngh-â Mouth so full that your cheeks bulge, âJ?â
âWhatâs that? Whaâs that?â Gojo almost throws his head back into the bedsprings and chuckles. âMiss vale-hah! valedictorian canât even spell-â Toying the mushy tip of his tongue over your clit again, âWhatâs that?â
âT- please. Not gonna last-â
âMmmmââ Heâs so close now that you could feel the cold press of his glasses, all drenched at this point. Even more so when Gojo adds in a third finger and lets it just graze the splotchy area of your g-spot.
âSa-toru, your glasses-â
He didnât even care. He didnât even need them at this point.Â
âUse the momentum of your hips. Move. Ride.âÂ
In three different ways. Riding him exactly how he wanted you to in languid, slobbering drags and heâs never been more in heaven. The nubs of your hardened nipples rubbinâ all sensitive through your bra where Gojo manhandles you to glissade down his tensed core.Â
His throbbing shaft twitching and striking the roof of your mouth, heâs getting fervent. Burning hot. âAww- pretty princess is all dumb. Whatâs- that?â
His tongueâs so dexterous that even your hazed mind can make out each syllable, each letter. Faster. Harder. âO- ngh! Sâan O-â Trembling palms cupping his balls, âR- Mâso fucking close.â
And you could already guess the next looping drag of his tongue. The precise syllable on your tongue once youâre throwing your head back and shatteringâ âU- You- fuck! Satoruâ!â You didnât even have to try to open your mouth and let the wadded ribbon of saliva dangle off from it.Â
Striking Gojoâs veiny shaft and making him buck-
âThatâs it- nghhh- câmon, princess, scream my name.â
âSaaaâtoru. C-cummin- ngh.â You donât even have the privilege of finishing your damn sentence before heâs plopping in four of his prolonged fingers and making your wave of euphoria burst.Â
So hard that your vision dots with pure white. Youâre leaking from both your maw and your fluttering eyelids now, âP-please.â Mouth flooded with so many whimpers and torrents of slobber. Youâre so far thrust into your blissful high that you donât even realize youâve stuck the first few inches of Gojoâs spit-glazed cock inside your watered mouth.Â
âYeah- yeahhh what do ya want?â
âC-cum.â
âHmmâ?â
Shoveling right inside like your favorite pinkish ice cream once youâre peeking over your shoulder and mumblingâ âC-cum, Toruââ
And there it was - that did it.
You, saying his first name. Like that.
The only thing more it takes before creeps his sweaty palm over the crown of your skull and pushes- straight down. Straight full of his lengthy, rummaging fat cock, until your nose nuzzles the slight fuzz of silky white at the base.Â
Eyes sprinting to the back of your head, your throat gets all clogged-up with his throbbing inches before he fills it up even further.
Oh, oh- you never thought you could ever be so damn full.Â
Itâs as if heâs torn apart your throat and was probinâ the curve of his bulging mushroom tip right into the base of your lungs. Flooding it up with sploshing wires of stringy cum, pumping and pumping each ribbon until itâd formulated a buttery frosting everywhere he could reach.
âO-ohhh fuck- nghhhh fuck-â Bottomed-out, yet pushing down even further. âY-youâŠâ
With a splattering bubble of drool that trickles from the rosy corner of his lips- Gojo couldnât even clearly see from his tear-shattered vision, and yet, he was staring dead-on at your relaxed throat.Â
Mindlessly, the sensory tip of his index traces that bulging cylindrical outline being fucked against the underside of your neck. Dooown all nine inches. Gojo jostles your weakened knees apart and lets his overspilling cock dab the corners and crevices of your hot mouth.
The bloated, flaring ridge of his slit moving it all over. Breathlessly giggling, âYou really- really t-took it ngh- allâŠyou- oh.â Heavy, pink balls tightening as if he could cum again- âHowâs that, little miss valedictorian?â
You swallowed.
âSâthatâŠall you got?â
And he couldnât get enough.
It was just too adorable how your snarky mouth was hoarse nâ all spellbound by the time Gojo slides his veined cock a few more vulgar times down your tongue and pulls out with a plop!
âNgh- T-Toru-â
âShiiit- donât call me that- fuuuck donât call me- oh.â He couldnât even speak. The polished frames of his glasses nearly dangling off, Gojo manhandles your boneless body around to sit prettily on his manspread lap.Â
To admire you properly.
And all it takes is that singular glimpse of you.Â
That clouded vision of you above him - your eyes glassy with a film of lust, mouth sopping wet with milky wads of seed that drip! drip! drip! down between his toned pecs.Â
Your fucked-out hips glissading back down the uprightly laid length of his girth - over every vein, every ridge - with a whine-
And the man damn near loses it.
Heâs whining, bucking- his feet planting up to gyrate his hot cock against your skin like he was aching for more. âNeed it.â Youâre almost startled as two of Gojoâs palms latch onto your hips and make you push, âPlease- I mean- fuck.â Shit, he couldnât stop himself from babbling pussdrunkenly.Â
That carnal urge pulsing from his bulging tip to push deeply inside you.
Youâre feeling Gojo swell up even fatter - even harder - behind the cheeks of your ass and find yourself pushing back with a greedy pap! of skin-on-skin. âDonât tell meâŠâ
âShut up.â Kissing you, he tastes salted caramel and nearly cums again.
Lecherous grin growing even wider, you break off. âAwwwââ Your previous dazed state slowly fading with the last few tingles of your orgasm, âWittle Toruâs first time?â
âShut up.â
Heâs straining his neck and snapping his jaw with a click! Honed canines threatening the fragile skin of your nipples, youâre pushing back on his feverish flesh.Â
Gojo looked so pretty like this that you just couldnât help it - all stinging, red cheeks, and your pussy slicking a gooey lustre that plasters from his dripping chin all the way to damn near the tips of his ears.Â
Puddling.Â
âNo need to worry.â You shove on his blushing collarbones with a whimper, his cock was so hard that it hurt. âIâll be ngh- gentle, Satoru, so oh- fuck!â
But Gojo Satoru didnât wait this long to be fucking gentle.Â
No- just like the way heâs longed to whenever you always got so close, so fiery shutting him up during arguments - Gojo thrusts the big, bulging tip of his cock between your swollen folds and pushes.Â
His first.Â
Finding his muscular thighs trembling, mouth parting, pupils rolling until all you could see was the pure white of his eyes. Something dark and primal breaks at the back of his ravaged throat, âO-oh.â And heâs gasping with the effort to compose himself- to say something snarky.Â
But all Gojo can do is hold onto the girthy base of his shaft and let it drip with a glaze of syrupy pre. Mouth opening nâ closing, breath catching.Â
âWait- youâre so-â Bucking his hips just the slightest inch off the dampened sheets and letting it slide pointedly along your walls. â-y-youâre so soft- and warm. And ngh- nghhh fuck! Th-this is what the adventitia- what your pretty pussy feels like?â
Watery eyes widening once you nod, âTh-then mâneeever pulling out. Your lamina propriaâs gonna mold to my cock, miss valedictorian.âÂ
Cooing, he hastily tugs off his cottony sweater, fumbling once the syrupy pool of slick youâd leaked all over his neckline makes it stick to his skin like an adhesive. And oh- fuck.
Youâd felt every line and shapely curve of Gojoâs chiseled abs down your front. Hell, you could still feel the way your tummy was aching with the stinging ridges of him pressed up against you- and yet, it still doesnât prepare you for just how sexily toned your smug rival was.Â
All naturally muscular edges of his broad shoulders, and his ivory happy trail was wobbling with the bumps of his abs. All flexing. All tense.Â
All heated against your naked thighs as he grips your ass cheeks and pushes you down, down, downâ
âNghâŠohâ Toru!â
âS-soooo sweet.â Voice hitching, heâs squinting his eyes cutely in pleasure at that silken, soft hug of your walls. Youâre shaping around his thickly barreling length so tight that heâs roughly handling you to lift up and down- up and down. Deeper. âSo ngh- so much better than thatâŠPocketPussy3000 I named after ya, princess.â
And you would be snarking back- teasing him, had it not been for the way that Gojo was so fucking big that he made your mind stupidly dizzy.Â
âB-big?â Gojo croaks out from underneath you- oh, shit, youâd said that out loud. Again. âAm IâŠâ Drifting his glassy eyes downwards to watch where your puffy pussylips were bulging whilst struggling to take him. â-really that big?â
Biting down on the insides of your cheek as you lie, âN-no.â
Experimentally, Gojo gives another feral rut. Watching as your pretty eyes nearly bulge out of your head, your maw falling ajar into a perfect âoâ.Â
Heâs fucking up into you with his massive cock and barely even trying to dig the smooth, left-leaning curve of his achy girth into your every nook and cranny. Veins bloated up so wide that they carve a zig-zagged pattern against your tight channel after every ba-dumpâ!
Gojo really was that big.Â
âH-heh.â Octaves higher, wild. Heâs chuckling as if he still couldnât even believe it when Gojoâs right hand creeps up the side of your hips to press down on your tummy.Â
âMmmâ hck! If youâre gonna press there, Satoru-â
âWhy? Sâa biiig stretch for the poor stratified squamous epithelium isnât it?â Feeling himself with the edges of his ravenous, long digits as he sliiiides in- rocking nâ rocking upwards against your snug resistance. Speaking over the creaky bedcoils, âSay it- tell me.â
Arms rested upon his flexing deltoids, you throw your head back after each solid inch he was blowing your cunt up with. Until it felt like your walls were being snagged on to the maximum, âB-big-â
âNuh uh, princess- biiiig stretch. Say it wâme now-â
âBig- ngh!â Youâre fighting against Gojoâs sloppy cadence from behind you to roll your hips back onto his trembling thighs. Deeper. Deeper. âBiiig stretchââ
âThatâs rightââ Oh, youâve never been more irresistible to him. And Gojoâs palm massages the bumpinâ bulge being pounded against your tummy, until you can feel every crease of his palm lines. It makes his filthy mouth salivate to feel the stretch inside as you keep swallowing his cock deeper. âAgain now- nghhh- biiig stretch.â
âBiiiig stretch- oh, fuck!â
Just about the only thing you can do is spit out a string of swears when Gojo bottoms out and hits the base of your pussy with a sharp spank!Â
Tendrils of white rubbinâ your outer pussy raw, the circumference of his length bullying inside to stretch your hole into such a cute oh! The exact same shape that your mouth was turning into right now, âPlease- fuck mmmââ
Squelches! ring out after every springy bounce you plant on Gojoâs length, your calves burning with the sheer effort it takes to smooch your puckered ring over his tip and slide, slide, slide all the way down to his hilt.Â
Breathing out in a pant, âOh, youâve taken all of me- all of me? Seriously- fuck!â Gojo lets his inexperienced hips drive all the way upwards in carnal, uncontrolled ruts. âThaâs just right- fuh-fuck back tâme like that mmm-â
âGetting hck! really cockyââ Youâre biting, your overworked pussy quivering as you clench. â-Toru.â
And oh, that makes him shatter.Â
Hips mindless, head flopping backwards, mouth opening with the prettiest, more pornographic whine. Youâd just made the Gojo Satoru whine with your pussy.
His drunken gaze only half-opening to stare at you through dilated eyes, glasses completely fogged-up and useless now that youâre roughly riding him. Smart mouth babbling, âD-donât think youâre- winningââ
It was a competition even now.Â
Like a race to who could get the other to break first, heâs matching your papping cadence and even more. And through the tears clung to your lashes, youâre spying the way that Gojoâs v-line was swollen nâ red with slamming contact.Â
Your hand glissading down his sweat-glistening skin to trace his sensitive abs, âOh yeah? And you think- hck-â Another sluuurping clench, another topple of his head. His sanity. â-y-youâre winning?â
âStill havenât found the mmmâ GrĂ€fenberg spot yet, princess.â Heâs smirking, one hand rested upon your right ass cheek to keep on stirrinâ his rummaging length in swivels inside of you. The other thumbing over your neglected clit in the meantime, muttering. âAnterior wall under the urethraâŠroughly hnghhhâ this many inches deep and part of the sensitive clitoral networkâŠâ
His split-ending, bawling cocktip probes your glossy walls like a spotlight. Your g-spot being the bullseye that heâs targeting dead on. Grinning.Â
â-here.â
Precisely, you feel the heat of his prominent spherical cockhead drive up nâ down the entire length of that sensitive bundle of nerves. Digging the curve of his shaft generously into where you saw stars-
âWhoâs winning hck! what now?â
Sloppily kissing him, just to quieten the man down. âOh- sh-shut up.â
âHmâŠâ Gojoâs accurate whack! of his girth against your g-spot lets off the loudest, most lecherous squeeeelch. And heâs proddinâ his sensitive slit against your cervix just to feel it, âCan you shut up when I fuck you like- this-â
You canât.Â
Mewling, your knees hit halt and wedge the swollen nâ aching nub of your clit against his supple palm. Letting his skin streak a good rub over where your core was painfully needy, âY-you grew bigger.â
âHmmmâ?â
Youâre riding him craaaazy with your hips, pussy walls clinging onto his slick cock so tightly that youâre rendered weak with every vein. Every throb. Every growth of his shaft pounding even fatter until you could barely even clench-
Bigger. Harder. Tongue slathering with a glaze of syrupy spit, âB-bigâ got ngh! bigger.â
âWhatâs that? Whatâs thaaaat?â His pummeling dick scouring down your walls, erupting in a proud splosh of rich precum at that cute lilâ compliment. âBigger? Heh- my princess ngh likes, big- donâtcha?â
At this point youâre driven wild, your dewy pupils circlinâ around the insides of your eye comically. Mouth hanging open with stupid little âohâsâ and âyesses.â
Gojo narrows his eyes once you start blubbering, bashing his tip extra hard into your g-spot so that he could have you fully dumb on his cock. âMmmâ câmon, miss valedictorian.â Lips twitching, âUse your big girl words.â
âHngh- hard-â
âYeahhhâ mâpretty fucking- hard- huh?â
âHarder.â
Oh- itâs a wonder he didnât cum right then- shit, Gojo thinks he almost is.Â
A thin, ropey string of hot seed that hits your womb the moment heâs flattening his feet on the cushion of the bed to thrash a mean thwack! onto your spongy cervix.Â
Digging his geysering divot so deep against the bottom of your glutinous cunt that he grits his teeth and plugs his weepy crown shut.Â
Trying not to cum- praying not to cum, âHarder? Harder?â Repeated in such a high, unsteady pitch. His dazed eyes peeking over his glasses and widening, âMy girl wants it harder?â
Nodding, âPlease, Toruâ mâsoooo close.â
âThen- greedy fucking- girl- better- take it.â And he wasnât just pummeling your poor pussy, he was pummeling it like a madman. You could practically see the rippling of his muscular body, sheer power that was being channeled into each thrust.Â
Each strike. Each damp smooch with your g-spot.Â
You didnât even realize you were clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to crawl away until his left hand pushes down on your sweat-matted scalp.Â
Holding your face still, Gojo watches every cute minute reaction of yours as he goes hard. Then slow. Then sloppy. Alternating his pace until youâre sure youâve memorized the patterns of his hammering veins on each side. âNâ that means nghh- nooo running away.â
âNo runninâ-â Babbling through tears, every strike makes your brain spin. âNot gonna last- nghh fuckâŠnot gonna last, Toru.â
âSwallowing my cock so much- Sâthis what you wanted after every hah- argument? Every time you yelled? Filthy giiirl, shoulda just asked.â
And Gojo was murmuring such filth into your ear that you canât help but shrillâ âLet me cum- ngh- let me cum-â
âTch- demanding.â
âPlease-â
âBetterâŠhow about âpretty plââ oh fuck.âÂ
Before he can revel in his victory, before he can tease you any further - youâre reaching one of your jittery hands behind your back and palming at Gojoâs tight, aching ballsack. Tracing your sultry touch just where he was red nâ raw with the slamming impact of your ass.
Hips speeding up, creaking getting louder.Â
âOh hah- haaaaââ Gojo tosses his head back and bucks- bucks and bucks and bucks as if he was trying to milk your orgasm sooner. Rovering thumb pressing down on your clit like his favorite button, âCheater, cheater~â
You didnât know who was off worse - you who was drooling out a sappy puddle after every repeated three slams of his cock each passing second. Letting your droopy body be manhandled into bouncing in a S-A-T-O-R-U that youâre not even sure Gojo realizes heâs making you spell out.Â
Didnât even register. Didnât even know.Â
Or Gojo who was trembling with every squeeze of your gushing walls, frantically letting his glasses slide off even further so that he wasnât hypnotized and on the verge of losing just by watching you ride him dry.
Youâre too hot to handle.Â
A perk that youâre immediately abusing as you push his glasses cleanly back onto his nosebridge nâ smudge away the misted fog.Â
âNgh f-fuckââ Chin hitting your sweaty chest once heâs manoeuvering you into a wiiiide O to muddle together the letters of his name. Claiming your pretty pussy. Claiming him. â-fuck you, Satoru.â
Gojo leans in closer with puckered lips, close enough to kiss. âIâm fucking you, princess.â To shut you up while sucking on your tongue while it hits.Â
And Gojoâs so caught up in every movement of your body that he doesnât even realize heâs finishing off in such a wet, voluminous way until itâs dripping out of you. Mouth parting, âO-ohâŠâ
Your own orgasm takes over your body like a wave, being suddenly hit with strikes of white-hot pleasure that send goosebumps trailing down your spine. Every push of Gojoâs slick shaft feels so good that it makes your vision flash white, whimpering each time his slimy mushroom tip was kissinâ your sweetest spots.Â
âCummingââ Youâre calling out belatedly, hips creaming yourself on his. âIâmâ oh.â
âH-heh.â And Gojo was actually giggling- giggling. Faintly noting the hot-headed mess that was his brain right now, he could only flutter his long lashes at each spike of pleasure and stare.Â
Ogling the way your puffy pussylips were gulping after every streak of his cum, the creamy white mess pouring out into you until your womb felt heavy.Â
Over and over heâs thrusting inside, making- almost forcing his cock to pour out every drop. Every ounce until it was dry.
Showered, sloppy wads of seed plastered across your hole, you could feel the pearly mess dangling out of you each time your cunt hit his pelvis. Formulating a ring of syrupy cum that made Gojo just swallow past his parched throat, âI win.â
âNo.â Youâre huffing. Stubborn, even as youâre sagging down until your face was cushioned by his pecs, perking your hips to milk out his last few dredges until Gojo was cumming dry. âI win-â
Dry- youâd made him cum dry.
Humping upwards so that oodles of sap would slip down your cervix and make you shudder. Both your popped ears buzzing with the splat! of cobwebbed cum that glues down your thighs. âNuh uh, princess. I totally won that.â
âHngh- yuh uh.â
âNuh-â
And maybe you were the least drunken of the two, because youâre the only one with enough murky sense right now to put an end to the endless argument.Â
Shutting Gojo Satoru up for once in his life by reaching your hand over to dig underneath his navy pillow - searching for that glint of something youâre sure youâd caught in your lustful haze moments prior.Â
He can only lay beneath you and blush and blush once you pull outâŠthat.
The PocketPussy3000 heâd named after youâ the very same one heâd fuck up into night after long, lonely night thinking about his damn ârival.âÂ
FuckâŠhe shouldâve known the valedictorian wouldnât forget.Â
âNamed after me, huh? Cute.â
Indignantly pushing up his frames, âWh-what is the meaning of this-â
âLetâs consider it a tie.â You croon, in that exact tone he knew was dangerous. And his brainy suspicions are proven correct when, the very next moment, youâre pulling yourself off of him with a dampened pop!Â
Letting a stream of ivory creamy swoosh down below to sheen his pale thighs - Gojo has never looked prettier, you think.
âOh- oh my godâŠngh- oh my god, princess.â
The apples of his cheeks scorching, mouth gaping, tired nâ thoroughly overstimulated pink cock flinching when you hover that rubbery toy over. Letting off a sopping slurp as you start to bully his reddened tip between the folds and jerk him offâ âRound two?â
.
.
.
âIt canât be-â
âSo that last time seriously wasnât about studying?â
âYou owe me five thousand yen.â
And you swear youâre catching about half the class and Yaga himself exchanges betting pools of money the very moment you and Gojo enter the lecture hall. Together. Hand-in-hand.
Fuck- was your rivalry really that infamous?Â
Because Gojoâs fingers weave even tighter with yours as you pass by countless stares, numerous cellphones out to take paparazzi shots of the markings on your neck that youâre sure will end up on some sort of campus bulletin board by the end of the hour.Â
Ah, maybe you shouldâve done one of those âsoft-launchesâ firstâŠ
Too late for that, you think, seated at your usual spot on one of the first few rows and wearily watches as Yaga happily counts the spoils of his bet.Â
Sneaking a glance at your gloomy boyfriend, you try not to snicker- not only did he receive a stupendous second placement on the last exam, tied with you, itâs as if every single person here blatantly couldnât tear their eyes off of his hunched, blushing figure.Â
Nervously pushing his glasses up to his bangsâ âMaybe we should ahâŠâcut classâ as they call it, princess-â
âSo-â Thereâs a slamming weight of a strong forearm on your shoulder, ringed fingers possessive - and another one on Gojoâs - that could only mean one person. âUnless my milkshake was spiked again, I take it that the scheme- I mean, study session went well? Even though I did get first place on our last final.âÂ
Before you can answer, Getoâs husky voice heats up your ear, low. Dangerous. âYâknow, I hear this next assignmentâs aâŠgroup project.â
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Synopsis. An aIpha? Please, your arranged husband was the perfect gentleman - soft, strong, shy to even look your way and- and damn feraI when heâs in rĂșt?
âIjichi, Iâm at the front desk- whereâs everyone else?â
After marrying Nanami Kento, it wasnât strange for you to become accustomed to visiting him at work - usually with one of your own business contracts, or a cute lilâ lunch for him and his bustling employees.Â
But what was strange was the hollow, empty company lobby that greets you today.Â
The reception, the cubicles, the elevator- you couldnât find a single soul here other than you. Strange.Â
â...e-evacuated.â
âWhat?â Youâre furrowing your brows at the static squeak of a reply from your phone, footsteps echoing like thunder down the familiar pathway to the head office. Hissingâ âWhy? Is Kento okay-â
âM-more than okay, maâam.â Your husbandâs personal assistant scrambles out urgently, âHeâs actually ah- y-youâll see what I meanâŠâ As Ijichi rapidly ends the call with its beeping tone, your hands brush the looming steel doors of Nanamiâs office.Â
What the hell did he mean? Fingers itching to just openâ
And thatâs when you smell it. Sweet.
Oh.Â
OhâŠfuck.
The single, slivering waft of fragrance rams into you like five semi-trucks and leaves you reeling- needily grappling for the door handle when your knees knock together and weaken. Holding on for dear life, âWh-what theâŠâ
And there was your first mistake, accidentally - or perhaps subconsciously - stealing a deep, breathy inhale of the saturated air seeping from underneath Nanamiâs looming office door.Â
It fills your lungs and makes you jolt. Makes you gasp at the fever of your body, drinking in even more, more, moreâ
Your tongue sizzles with a fresh syrupy layer of drool at the musky cologne of it, more heady than any other perfume youâd ever smelt. More expensive. Like the filthiest marriage between bourbon, underlying caramel, and something so-
-so Nanami. InâŠrut?
But wait, your hazy eyes widen, and youâre forced to shake your head clear enough to continue the thought. It was the smell of an alpha no matter how much you looked at it - this couldnât be your husband, right?
Sure, you two had been married for a few months already - but the man hadnât even kissed you let alone touched you to consummate the marriage, yet.Â
Hell, you still found his chiselled cheekbones tinting with a light veil of pretty red whenever you simply smiled at him.
Always adorning those scent patches to cover his pheromones, and never letting out a word of his secondary gender. Though, your husband always did make sure to tend to your every need during your heats - every need except those, that is.
Perhaps it was as unconventional of a marriage as could be - what with both your parents choosing to merge companies through familial bonds, but you didnât know that Nanami was an alpha.
An alpha.
The words clang through your very bones and send sparks of electricity skittering down your spine, youâre squeezing your trembly thighs together only to find that theyâd started dampening with a shiny sheen of slick already.
Oh- so this is why everyone in the company was hastily evacuated.Â
He was potent.
And he was aching for your touchâ your skin hums with something sinful as you rap your knuckles on the door, and try not to utter a peep.
âIjichi, I already told you to leave.â
That didnât sound like your husband.
It sounded like anything but; a low, curdling growl of husky baritone that made your heart race stupidly fast. There was something so primal seeping into Nanamiâs characteristically gentle voice - never raised, never sharpened at you.
But right now he sounded like he wouldâve devoured you alive.Â
And you wanted to see it.
.
.
.
Nanami knew he shouldnât be here- fuck, he shouldnât have let it gone this far.
But one flutter of your lashes - just one gorgeous smile youâd sent his way this morning - and he found himself like this. Shit, he hadnât even kissed you yet, and you already drove him wild.
One hand furiously pumping his rock- no, diamond-hard cock, the other digging into his drawer for more of those damn suppressants as if searching for a lifeline.Â
âCâmon.â Heâs grunting, crumpled forehead beading with glittery sweat the longer his aching, swollen length throbbed in the clouded air. Looking through his unruly golden bangs, his sensory tips scour desperately, âCâmon câmon câmon câmon-â
Only to pop one of the last prescription bottles open and find it fucking empty.Â
âFuck!â Nanamiâs throat decorates with a knot of veins as his plump, blushed tip leaks with yet another thick clump of precum. He needed you, and no amount of creeping his rugged palms up nâ down his girthy shaft would ever come close to how you might have done it.
How he dreams it.
Boiling hot ears popping as the fat of his thumb roams over his bawling divot to plug it up, he barely even hears the office door opening and slamming shut.
He loosens his tie and tries not to muddy his senses with the smell of the beta man, taking everything in Nanami to not just snapâ âIjichi- I f-fucking said-â
âDonât even recognize your wife, Kentoâ?â
Nanami snaps his head up, eyes wide. Glazed.Â
And you think it takes him a full few seconds to register that it was actually you here and not some lecherous figment of his imagination.
Although you were starting to doubt that he was, too.Â
Such a sexy picture with his favorite blue shirt unbuttoned, pants unzipped just enough, one of his hands white-knuckling the glinting âCEO NANAMIâ table nameplate.
But what really drew your eyes was his massive cock - all hard nâ swollen and aching, the prettily rounded top cherry-pink. Right about nine or ten inches of bulky girth pulsing so hard that even you could see it from this distance.Â
OhâŠhe really did have big dick energy.
And he was drooling - drooling, you never thought youâd see the day where Nanami Kento drools - through great heaving gusts of gulps. His voice croaks out huskily as if disused for eons, âM-my love, why a-are youâŠâ
Ah, it feels like your satiny blouse clings to you even tighter with Nanamiâs rough tonality. And it takes everything in you to stop yourself from taking even a step closer like the betweens of your legs ached to, âKen.â
âO-oh.â Heâs immediately throwing his head back with a groan- and you donât know where to ogle. The way his slightly plumpened lips drop with a drawled drag of your name, or the way that heâs lifting over a hand to cradle the globed top of his mushroom head to stop himself from cumming.
Failing.Â
His teeth gleam with slobber, ripping viciously into one of his forearms in an instant â hot crimson trickling out ever-so-slightly.Â
The attractive column Nanamiâs throat bobs with the movements of his Adamâs apples as he simply pours out sultry streaks of cum. Creamy white stripes upon stripes that start dangling all the way from his sturdy wrist down to the puffy leather of his seat. Bucketloads, really.
And you find your mouth almost as wet as the sappy puddle leaking through his business suit, opening to-
âDonât.â Heâs rasping out, slouching his body forward to cover his adoring view of you - as if the mere sight of you would be enough to send him over the edge once more. Octaves higher, crazed. âDonât s-say my name like that.â
Your goosebumps peek at the tremble in his bass, a strange thrill sprinting through your body. Experimentally, youâre exhaling out, âKen.â
âFuh-fuck.â
And through the cervices of his thick, wrapped digits, youâre catching the sight of that buttery mess of cum grow even more voluminous. Squeezing a few more filthy dredges out of him - truly from the way you said his name.
âYou- youâre evil, darling.â Heâs heaving out in strained syllables, body hunched over to pressurize his still-throbbing erection.Â
The cracked corner of Nanamiâs dewy eyes hone in on you as you slowly - uncertainly - take a step closer. And ever-so-sensually, he cranes over to beckon you with one of his stray hands, âCâmere, my wife.â
Shit, you couldnât make your way over fast enough.
And heâs snickering something gruff underneath his breath the few times youâre tripping over your own unsteady feet.Â
Your clammy palms eventually stick on either side of his plastic chair, and the towering man gladly manspreads to provide your hips with a place to rest on. Straddling his meaty thighs - that aching red cock between them - with your hands curling âround his perspired neck.
The scent of his pheromones were so thick here that it was leaving your mind pathetically dizzy, all expensive cologne and caramel sweetness for you.
âSâthis okay?â Heâs hissing through a snarling bite of his lower lip once your snug pencil skirt hikes up just enough to snaggle the globed curve of Nanamiâs cockhead.Â
âKento-â You decide to go easy on him just this once. Raising a hand to just start peeling that scent patch you usually had on during a workday, â-why donât you let me help, babyâ?â
One calloused hand comes to stop you right in your tracks, the flat of his doughy thumb coming to caress your wrist gently back nâ forth. And not only was Nanami burning hot - he was scalding, heat radiating off of him in waves. âBecauseâŠif I start now mâgonna hah- break you, my love.â
Oh.
Oh, fuck. So that was why - and looking into the molten peripherals of his stare, youâre realizing that that was why heâd avoided every kiss, every touch, every heat.
But seated and with him at your mercy like this, you hadnât ever wanted anything more.
âWhat ifâŠâ You hum suggestively, bottom lip pouting out in a way that makes him collar drench with sweat. Pushing back with a roll of your hips that sets Nanamiâs pearly whites on edge, murked breath drifting against his ears, â-I didnât mind, Ken?â
And one of his hands has to clasp around the corner of his mahogany desk until it shatters, splinters of wood hitting the floor with a dull thud! thud! thud! that synchronizes with your heartbeat.
âDo- do you know what youâre asking?â Heâs graveling out between pants.Â
âI do.âÂ
And Nanami Kento will never know whether it was the way youâd echoed those two words directly from your wedding, or the way your gorgeous eyes shined with such need - but heâs never found himself moving faster. Swifter.Â
So feral when heâs slipping you off his lap and shoving you down onto the sleek, frigid surface of the desk in two precise flaps of your lashes.
âOhâ!â Your shocked lips let off sweetly once Nanamiâs soft palm cushions your face, he didnât let you feel a single ounce of the striking impact of being laid out all on your front.Â
Not a single thing except for the burn of your scent patch being pulled off of you with his sluggish fingers. Leaning down so his straight nosebridge hits the crook of your neck and sniffsâ savoringâ
âFuck. Fuck.â Your husband spills out gutturally into your skin, and you feel the sharpened edges of his teeth coasting nibbles down your throat. He was pushed into you so close that he could practically taste your sweetly candied fragrance, âMy wifeâŠmy omegaââ
Youâre thinking that he probably doesnât even realize the way heâs rutting and rutting his hips repeatedly into yours, flinching bodily at even the slightest recoil that has Nanamiâs curvaceous bulge breaking off even mere inches from your sodden panties.Â
The wailing whimpers escaping you are so adorable that he just canât help but suckle his mouth down your own.Â
And itâs not the first kiss with Nanami that you mightâve expected - itâs sloppy, wet, and nothing more than the lazy drag of his unfastened mouth tasting like his favorite gummy. Slapping his tongue along the splattered speckles of saliva homing themselves near the edges of your lips, âSo sweet- soooo much fuckinâ sweeter than I ngh- dreamt.â
Before you can ask what that meant, heâs humming along a few more wet slurps of French kisses. Leaving your lips tingling for more as he pecks down, down, down back to your swollen scent glands.
âWanna know- why I- bought a candle that smells like- mmm honey, darlinâ?â Heâs whispering against that sensitive patch of skin, watching as your half-opened eyes dart to the inconspicuous candle that was always settled on top of his desk. âBecause it reminded me of you-â
But Nanami wasnât done- oh, he wasnât done.
You could almost feel the intensity of his leering grin quivering up at the edges, your restlessly squirming hips being pinned down with his tense core.Â
â-andâŠâ Heâs letting his strained voice peter away into nothingness.Â
Biting down on the salivating insides of his cheeks, Nanami pushes his sagging glasses up to take a good, looong final look at the way youâre so prettily splayed out for him like this.Â
Before bending at the kneesâ
â-and her.â
Youâre just about to ask your husband what he meant when he shows you exactly what he meant.Â
Diving in completely nose-deep to gift your clothed pussymound with a loving peck, the very tip of Nanamiâs pert button nose shines with a beaded dollop of your slick. Slipping and travelling all down to where he glides his tongue along his lips greedilyâ
âK-Kentoââ You hiccup out as his hypnotic scent grows twofold, the very hits of it targeting your very core.Â
âOh.â Nanami moans at the feeling of you instinctively getting wetter âround his mouth, you were so sensitive for him that your saturated lips were already rendering your panties see-through. A sappy drivel of sweet, sweet juices slicking your thighs like glue, âDarling, youâre droolinâ e-everywhere.â
The very crown of his index comes to trace the snaking rivers of slick decorating your legs, sensually. Signing off the cutest hearts and âKâs where you were the most tender-
âSâthis for me?â Heâs tap-tap-tapping his generous digit on the folds of your leaking pussy, tittering when you jolt with every lurid contact. âPretty girl, are ya this- hck! wet for me?âÂ
Just then he leaves a full-handed, five-fingered spank straight down your slippery slit - ripping out the rawest, most moistened sluuuurpâ! of gushing sap from your core. And Nanami takes this as the perfect answer, âMhm, you are.â
âP-please, baby-â
âThatâs it thatâs itââ Heâs nuzzling your thighs now - as if he was worshipping you. Scorched breezes of his mouth hitting you from just a few centimeters away, his glands rub up against your body and leave you completely smelling like his. You feel his drool smear as he babbles on, â-tell me. Talk to me.â
Your hips buck helplessly, âWant- want you to touch me there, Kento.â
âWhere?â He knows- fuck, he knows. But he needs to hear the words directly from your beautiful mouth.
And ah, what a sight it is to be able to see them from up on his knees - twisting and puckering around the words of âWant you to touch my ngh- pussy-â
Barely out of your mouth, barely even formulated before Nanami surges up his humid face and snogs right up into your dripping cunt.Â
Mazing tip dragging away the flimsy, useless scrap of fabric you call your panties, heâs treating the pursed lips of your pussy like a lollipop. Skimming the ridges of his tastebuds riiiight along your slope and back, âSo- so hot on my tongue- ngh. So sweet.â
Itâs like a mantra heâs spitting out every time his pointed chin whacks the tippy-top base of your cunt, your neck flaring with rays of pheromones that make Nanami grunt.
Jaw unfastening, his mouth drips open with the gluey remnants of your sap. âCan you ngh- feel it?â Opened wide enough that you could feel his hot maw engulfing all of you - every ribbony ounce of slick that puddled at the back of his throat. âFeel me- hah, canât fucking get enough.â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, Kenââ Your head dangles back, clawing towards the distant end of his table to hold onto your sanity. â-m-more.â
âMoreâŠm-more?â
Fuck- you didnât realize that Nanami was this pussydrunk.Â
His husked baritone was lilting sooo much higher in volume and pitch that it made your head all fuzzy just to consider who this was.Â
Hell, the man has to nip his teeth âround a frilly edge of your underwear and bite so that he can keep it all together. Right palm creeping back down, down to his aching cock-
And the other one of his hands paws depravedly at the plush of your dampened thighs to keep them open, he huffs out a breath into your glossy fluttering lips. âMoreâŠmy wife wants more.â And it hurt- ohhh, it hurt him so much to move himself even the tiniest distance away from where he was closest to your teary pussy.
Declaring a temporary goodbye with a prolonged sniff at the saccharine scent of your entrance, heâs craning his heavy head back up to you. âSpit.â
Your breath catches, inner omega crooning. âWh-what?â
âSpit.â And before you know it, a hand darts out to smush your puffed cheeks easily together. The mean ovals of his sensory tips digging into your flesh, itâs enough to make you whine. âSpit in my mouth, my love.â
Slowly, stupidly you do - right smack-dab onto the wide plane of Nanamiâs tongue and it makes him groan, hands squeezing âround his drenched base.
A thin line of it overspills from the side of his lips; and your husbandâs crooning coaxingly at you to wrench open your slick-stucken legs further open before he gifts a steady wad of saliva over your sloppy hole.
Brushing his thumb over the lines of juices that stick to your panties, Nanami bites the edges of his glinting teeth into the side and riiiiipsâ! it off of you in a nanosecond.Â
âK-Ken, what are you- oh mmpfâ!âÂ
Youâre mewling, pearly tears shattering your vision just as soon as his plump, velvety lips immediately latch to your clit and suck. The handsome hollows of his cheeks cushioning your sensitive bundle of nerves, itâs all it takes for you to throw your head back and clench.
âOpen- need these legs hah- open-â Heâs hissing into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making your poor clit buzz. And shit, does Nanami enjoy the viscid globs of slick this makes you let out, pumping his vein-covered shaft angrily.
âCanâtââ Your moans were his favorite song, coloring the tips of his ears all innocently pink. â-canât even feel my n-ngh legs!â
Cooing from down under, âAwww, need me to h-hold âem, my wife?â Itâs only a few roaring heartbeats before you feel one of his palms shuffle underneath your knees to keep them pliably steady. Scuttling you further down his table- âSâalright, sâalright mâhere.â
âK-Kento.â
âThaâs riiiight, Kentoâs here.â Suddenly your hit with a wave of relaxing pheromones once the very rounded berry tip of his digit comes rovering across your outer pussy. Collecting shimmering gumdrops of slick to plop into his mouth, âKentoâs here- so be a good girl nâ let your husband take care of it allll, darlinâ.â
Heâs swivelinâ the chilling band of his wedding ring around your rubbery hole, stretching and stretching until youâre gulping down every solid inch.Â
And if Nanamiâs fingers were this long nâ girthy, it made your mouth water to think of how long he might be down there.
âOh- youâre so g-good, can feel you in so so deep.â
Nearly five or six inches probing your gummy walls all the way down to his pointed knuckles, you hiccup every time his perfectly manicured fingernail scraped the mushy patch of your g-spot. âPlease- please, baby- J-just a lilâ more.â
âFuck! Gonna be the d-death of meâŠâ His breath tickles the crevice of your bloated pussylips, the slimy fringe of his tongue wanders over with a last few rolls on top of your hooded clit. Sticking right where you were bulging with his barreling finger to bully dually inside, âGonna- gonna.â
And heâs stretching you out with both his tongue and a second finger.
Pulling your soft hole taut around the circumference of both eager appendages, Nanami bustles just a few inches of his fingers inside before he curls them into the roof of your cunt and makes you yelp.
âS-so closeââ Your words come out botched through tears and whines and your cunt, âWanâ you to h-hit it- oh my god, please.â
A fatly syrupy dewdrop of sap treacles out of you, which Nanami spits out gladly back into where you were leaking the most. âH-heh, sheâs talkinâ.â Squelch after squelch after squelch drawn out every time heâs crashing his tongue to tug your snug channel even wider. Heâs even slowing down the filthy fapping motions of his hand just to hear you louder. âSh-sheâs talking tâme- ngh! Oh, helloooâ ya want me to t-touch this g-spot, my wife?âÂ
Youâre bubbling out spitballs of answers but all of it is drowned out by every waterlogged pump - more like thrashes. Hits piled upon hits that leave your velvety walls all bruised with the circular outlines of his two, no, now three rummaging fingerpads.Â
âSâthat right, hmmâ?â Not even talking to you at this point - but with your pussy. He nods his unsteady, blushing features, âY-you want me to ohâŠâ
Just then, his fingers are so lengthy that Nanami accidentally cruises a direct hit to your g-spot without even trying.Â
It makes your heated insides squeeze around his digits, laminating every patch of skin from rotund fingertip to pale knuckles with all your frothy juices. Head tumbling back, âTh-there. There there there- Kenâ!â
âHere- here.â
Heâs rasping out with every breath, every whack into the tenderized area where your g-spot was targeted. Pumping and pumping- shit, Nanamiâs so gone on your pussy that heâs letting go of his pulsating shaft to latch onto your hips and make you grind back into his face.
In long, slobbering drags that rub your folds raw on his attractive features, his broad chest wheezes after every one of your swervinâ gyrations.Â
You clench your legs, ruffling the strands of his usually-tide blond hair, and heâs only pushing your thighs together snugger. Grunting throatily, âDonât even need hah- air when Iâve got her.â
âI-Iâm closeââ Youâre trilling out, your nails digging deeply into the firm wood of the table. âNot gonna- ngh- last.â
âSâthat soooââ Already feeling the curve of his sleazy grin on your swollen lips, itâs as if he now canât decide between flopping his tongue inside to tugging your perked, pretty clit. âSâshe sayinâ the ngh- same thing?â Planting a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers to make your cunt quiver with a slurp, âShe is. Cum fâme then- cum all over my face, darlinâ.â
And you donât just cum, youâre making such a mess.
Your hips twistinâ to push back and ride the sharp ridge of Nanamiâs nose back and forth back and forth back and forth. Every snaggling catch of his fingers on your g-spot makes your toes arch adorably, your sweat-simmered spine following.Â
âMâcum- hngh- fuck! Mâcumming, Ken.â
âH-heh, I knowwwââ Nanami feels his chubby tip twitch at the use of that lilâ nickname again, weighty balls pulsing to the very same rhythm as your cunt was right now. Heâs letting out a carnal voicing of your name as he hits your g-spot deeply. â-she told me, my love.â
Ears popped, youâre barely even catching his lecherous words. The mosaic of your vision blotching with pure stars like they did in cartoons, heavy tears coating your cheeks. It just felt too good.Â
And, ah, just because youâd reached your waves of bliss - was riding through those peaks upon peaks of euphoria with every passing second - didnât mean that Nanami was going to stop.
In fact, heâs throwing his free hand tighter around your waist and pinning you dead-on onto his face, the lashing tip of his tongue drawing out more nâ more zips of white-hot electricity from your core. He was still eating you out like a man starved.Â
Rendering you speechless, you cryâ âWait- wait wait wait, I-Iâm so sensitive.â
âGood.â
Purposefully murmured with his spit-slicked lips wrapped precisely âround your throbbing clit, youâre pounding your fist down on top of the office table until its hinges ricket.Â
Bang! Bang! Bang!Â
Until it stops just as soon as it started when Nanami catches the knob of your clit with his sharpened canines and bites. And then you shriek, then you see white, then youâre squirting - right down onto your husband who gapes.Â
âI-it feels so wet.â
âGo onââ Heâs coaxing the torrenting sprays out of you with every curled thrash of his fingers, grinning. Wild. âGo on go on go on, make a mess. M-make a mess fâme.â
Splashing right onto the apples of his cheekbones, heâs flapping his eyes half-shut so that youâre drenching him all your juices.Â
Your maw slacking open as your second orgasm is pulled out of you, body wracking with sensitivity, âPlease- p-please.â Your glassy pupils swirl in the exact dumbified circles as he was tracing on your clit, â-Ken.âÂ
But even that special name of his doesnât reel Nanami Kento out of his stupor.Â
Heâs so pussydrunk, so addicted to making out with every squirting splosh of your pussy that heâs overstimulating you stupid. Slurping it up in viscid, eloooongated noises which ring across all four walls and into the pheromone-fogged air.Â
He thinks he could cum from this, heâs so close to cumming from just this.
Seemingly forever before Nanami leaves a final slap! of the flat underside of his mushy wet muscle on your leaking slope. Cheeks hollowing with a final sluuuuuurpâ!
At least, it was meant to be final.Â
But even as heâs unlatching himself, the alpha canât bring himself not even six inches away from your spilling pussy before he presses back in with a pained growl. Snarl bared, eyes drooping- once. Twice. Thrice.Â
âCanât- canât-â Heâs rumbling out, smoky, and you sense his scent start to grow addicted all over again. Lurching you with a thorough repeated tugs to smooch your cunt some more, Nanami emits a narrowed breath through every kiss. âCanât move- ngh- fuck.â
âKentoooââ Your lips flap with the salted flavor of your own tears, trying (and failing) to move onto your tip-toes and remove yourself from your husbandâs relentless mouth. Head turned to him, âI-I want you to fuck me, baby.â
And Nanami flinches. Breathing out a ragged, âT-to what?â
Youâre blinking your tears back from your dilated irises, lips almost too wobbly to drag out the words. âTo fuck- mmpfâ!â
SLAM!
You donât know if the thundering noise is from the way youâre slammed horizontally back onto your front, or the way that Nanami smashes his open palm down right beside your lolling head.Â
Fingertips twitching, yearning for but a single graze of your face. Youâre left helpless as all his Herculean muscles come pinning down your greedy body - firmer and firmer until heâs practically melting into you.
He was so big.Â
All eight mounds of his washboard abs peeking through his torn button-up and sliiiiding down your spine. Hips pressing down on hips, scent glands brushing against yours. You still had your thin satin blouse on, and yet you could count each nâ every hammer of his roaring heartbeat.
âWatch what you s-say.â Nanami warns, the points of his teeth nibbling along where your perfume was emanating out in clouds and bursts. Needy needy needy.Â
And so pretty.
âWh-why?â You huff out, barely given the opportunity to even think of pouting until Nanami seemingly reads your mind and sinks his own teeth into the flesh. Draaaaagging.Â
âBecause-â Faintly, youâre feeling one of his hands straily lumber down to where his ravaged cock was sobbing. The stout end of his knobbled thumb comes to plug up his leaking orifice as Nanamiâs teeth scrape your throat. Lips pulled into a snarl, â-mâgot gonna fuck you like a gentleman, my wife.â
His words were dangerous. Savage.Â
Looking the part, too; flushed, intense eyes all half-lidded, curtained partly by his thick blond bangs. And Nanami was glistening with the wettened remnants of your juices, all the way from the blushing apples of his cheeks to drip! drip! drip! in a translucent polish down his sharp jawline.
For the moment, you and your omega are almost rendered soundless - almost.Â
âProve it, Ken.â
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Nanami doesnât know whether itâs the rut or those words or simply you that make his heavy, fat cock flinch in one hand. That makes him throw his head back with a groan, that makes him grind his hips deeper into yours as he cumsâ
âMove this-â His trembling fingers clutch urgently around where your skirt was still hanging off of your hips. Well, not for long before heâs tearing it clean off. And then follows your blouse, your bra. âMove.â
Right in time for the glittering folds of your pussy to be showered in a thick topping of his creamy white seed. The pointed mound of his tip is frosting out such candied knots of sap that cling to your leaky pussylips - so much.
Youâre whimpering at the scalding hot cum that sploshes down the rim of your entrance, dripping. Leaking. âKen- o-oh my god did you justââ
âShut up-â Heâs snarling out, trying to muffle out the animalistic tonality in his voice but fuck, does he fail. Youâre turning him into more of a damn beast than a man with the way your parched pussy quavers to swallow up his glossy droplets.
One of his stocky fingers come up to smear the webbed mess of it on your outer cunt and push it inâ âShut up nâ take it. Sâall y-yours anyway, darlinâ.â
Before you can untrap your maw from the substantial gloopy-like texture of your spittle, Nanami slouches his weight over your squirming body. Massive, veiny hands rested on either side of your head, he sliiiiides his still-agitated, rock-hard length between your puffed-up folds.Â
Making sure you feel every single one of his zig-zagging veins from reaching from his tawny golden happy trail down to where he was pinpricking your clit with his thickset cockhead. Over and over.
âAll of it.â Nanami whispers eventually, as your driveling hole oils his girth with enough layers of sap that it oozes down onto the office floor.Â
His sweltering pants making your bodyhairs stand on end, you shiver a single one of his palms slither down to cup your tummy. Somewhere along the way, he draws a burning invisible line about halfway across your body.Â
And youâre not granted even the chance to ask what heâs seemingly measuring out before a stubby, splittening caress between your jittery legs makes you see stars.
âAll- all- of it sângh yoursâ sâgot your n-name on it. Yours.â Nanamiâs keening out with a raspy tone above the sloppy squelches that immediately start pouring out of your wet pussy. Restraining a firm grip on the curve of your hips to hold you still while he reels back and pushes and pushesâ âEvery. Single. Inch.â
He was so big that he was spearheading you with every single of his ten inches, too.
Pushing your eyes all the way to the backs of your head with the spheroid crown of his fat, bulbous tip. Every tiny buck makes you streeeeetch around the incredible roundness of his circumference, rubbinâ and rubbinâ your drooling entrance with his veiny shaft.
âHeh, weâre consummatinâ our marriage, my wife.â
âO-oh myââ Your mindlessly squealing pitch breaks, squeezing your silky walls to hug his head. â-itâs so- itâs so.â
âWith ngh- just the tip, huh, my love?â
And as cute as it was that youâre pushing back and trying to run away from his relentless pursuit, Nanami doesnât have the patience right now.
Just barely hanging on with enough sanity to dig his hand thoroughly enough to bruise your poor hips, the slicked sweat of his palm dampening your skin. âWh-whaaatâ?â With a quick, shocking spank on the right side of your ass cheek, heâs traaaawling you over like you were nothing but a pretty lilâ toy. âSâit to h-hah big?â
âIt- itâs soâŠâ
You were already proving his point without even speaking. He was just so big that his core flexes with sharp, jutting strikes just to fit inside you, hissing with every recoiling resistance of your tight entrance.
Youâre moaning ridiculously after every pulverizing glide that makes his probing cockhead push even deeper. A sliver of sweat trickles down the side of Nanamiâs temple and hits your back in a splat!
Darting up onto your unsteady elbows, you restlessly try to fuck back into his ruthless cadence. âPlease- please, baby. More.â
He tilts your face up to scorch it with a few promises, âIâve got it- Kentoâs got you.â Smacking a hand âround your arched throat - manhandling you into a fucking headlock, your husband urges you to sink your teeth into his heated flesh.
âBite. Bite nâ youâre gonna take more, mâkay?â Nanamiâs whispering out like a mantra, pulling you to crash your lips with his own stern ones. âLike a good girl- like my g-good girl.â His other arm softly thumbing along the outlined tummy bulge he was fucking into you, âMore more more more more- Want more- y-youâre gonna get it- ohhh, youâre gonna get it.â
The sudden change in angle makes the stinging mounds of your ass hit Nanamiâs sharp pelvis with a sharp thwack! Bottoming out.Â
âGood girl.â He utters, sounding like a man crazed. The sensitive skin of your glands roast with a lazy lick, cold metal of his glasses slipping down until they kiss your skin. âO-ohhhh good giiiirl l-look at you taking it like a- like a champ. Kissinâ me from th-the inside, my omega.â
And the only thing you can moan are softly gasping ohs! and yes! again and again as his bulging biceps tighten around your neck, pounding the goopy ends of your cunt with a firm hit.
All with swollen, long inches.Â
Nanami was so fucking massive that he was kissinâ your sweetest, most tender spots without even trying. Just the massage of his plumply swollen veins over them make your mouth slobber, counting in your head each lightning bolt - about eight of them.
And Nanami? Nanami was falling apart.
He was slurring out mix nâ matches of syllables that resembled your name every time your heavenly, hot innards were clenching around his capped crown like a vice.Â
âY-you feel so good, Ken.â Youâre calling out as his toned hips position underneath your ass cheeks to push against you until you were almost dangling in midair. âIn s-soooo deep.â
âYeah? Yeah?â Heâs wheezing out with a speckling pinpricks of cum from before and a few fresh spurts swashing all over your base. Your knees buckle as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses in, âKeep those p-pretty eyes open, okay, my love? Wanna see you watch- ngh- watch me fill âer up, mâkay?â
Itâs all you can do to nod to his crazed whims, darting your eyes down to where Nanami was pushing on the base of your spine to make you arch curvaceously.
Straining against the swollen flex of his biceps, oh, you were burnishing his tannish skin with gluey flecks of drool. Stupidly babbling, oh-so-dumb on his massive size. âWh-whereâ?â
âHere-â He thwacks his mushy, ruby-red tip in a splurge against your g-spot, âHere- here- and here.â Three repeated times to make you lose your mind just as much as he was, âSâyours. All yours, my wife.â
âAll mine. Nghâ mine, Ken.â You echo, your vision blurring at the sheer force that he was pushing into these thrusts. Hell, his own bulked hilt was rubbing raw and red with the slamming impacts.
âYeah take it. Take it, aaaatta girl.â
His pace was filthy - it was feverish. Head drooping, eyes shuttering.
And a slimy winding river of slobber was starting to fall from Nanamiâs curved grin every time heâs getting so fucking drunk on your pussy. Body scorching, neck aching for you to take him take him take himâ
âKento- oh!â
It only takes two accurate swings of his grip to flip you laid onto your back when his veiny cock pulled out.
Important documents fluttering about, this time youâre getting a goood look at Nanami Kento, your husband.
Glasses completely fogged and dangling, his drenched-through shirt barely hanging off of his broad shoulders, pants discarded somewhere along the line to bare you with the sheeny expanse of his muscular thighs. Nothing of the gentleman you once knew.
Thick clumps of saliva spatter as he cranes his head down to you and growls, glassy hazel eyes at you through the rare gaps in his blond bangs.Â
Your inner omega simply purrs at the glinting sharpness of his elongated fangs, the sensitive splotches on your neck stinging with the primal urge to be bitten.
Nanamiâs nose crinkles at the oversaturation of sweet, sweet pheromones, his own coming out in response. And a generous helping of saliva ribbons out onto your front with a splat! splat! splatter! and he only adds to the sleek mess by slapping his weighty, extended length between your pussylips and gawking as creamy pre puddles.Â
Scratching out, âMâgonna fuck ya pregnant, darlinâ. Just s-say the ngh- word.â
âKento-â Boneless arms slipping around his burning neck and lugging his hulking body even closer, â-please.â
And thatâs all it takes.
All it takes for something in Nanami to snap. All it takes for him to hastily align his leaking mushroomed tip with your trembling hole and ram you full all the way to your cervix again. Cratering a French kiss there, deep.
So big that he was digging into every adhesive-slicked mass of your walls, probing and probing until your snug cunt was pulled to your limits.Â
To your whining impatience, he doesnât move immediately - instead, you jaw gapes as heâs taking the time to lean down and kiss that round, cylindrical tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Soft lips skittering right over where his bulged tip was hitting, âMâgonna m-make you round nâ glowing, my omega.â
Before you know it, rugged palms slither down the underside of your thighs and fold you like a lawnchair. And into- fuck, a mating press.
A mating press.
The realization seems to strike Nanami at the very moment it strikes you - even though he was literally the one manhandling you into this pliable position. The dimples on his chin quivering as if he couldnât fucking believe he had his lilâ wife bent like this for him.
And the base of his thickened cock swells. Close.Â
All the breath leaving his full lungs, âS-so pretty.â Every syllable followed by a harsh plap! of skin-on-clammy-skin. Every syllable. He holds your thrashing legs easily apart, âSo pretty a-and wet nâ mâgonna make her even wetter. Wanna make her full- make herâŠoh.â
âSh-shitââ You can palpably feel yourself growing even more damp at the way his chiselled, sharp muscles move and tense with each thrust. A hand moving downâ
âMove that fuckinâ hand.â
It wasnât even a command, and yet you find yourself hurrying to listen.Â
Watching with bated breath as his smoggy, pussydrunk eyes rest on the copious glittering droplets of slick escaping your bulged pussylips, even past his girth. And he only smiles- âSâth-this fâme, darlinâ? Alllll fâmeâ?â Greedily licking his lips, he gropes your tits. âThis turns- hah! turns ya on, huh? Getting bred?â
Squealing, âY-yessssâ wanâ it so bad- want you so bad, Kento, please.â
âHmmâŠboy or girl?â
âWh-what?âÂ
Heâs only leaning down to rasp more gruffly against your eardrums, a behemoth of his palm patting down on the jiggling pouch inflating into your tummy. âBoy or girl?â
âG-girl.â Youâre whimpering out mindlessly, pulse thundering even faster at the brilliant grin that splits across Nanamiâs face.Â
âMmmâ was thinkinâ th-the exact same.â And that wasnât just the rut talking. Nanami treks a hand to gift your clit with a pinch and chuckles darkly as you flinch, âEasy- easy there.â Still not letting up, still hugging every inch of his throbbing cock on your cunt. âGuess Iâll be the ngh- strict parent then, hm?â
And the zaps of electricity rushing to your brain are too much, his cadence, his pheromones - his rut. Itâs all so much that with only a few more vulgar strikes to your battered, bruised g-spot your mouth gulps a dumbstruck âK-Ken, Iâmââ
Not even getting out the sentence before you arch your back into a geometrical semi-circle and throw yourself into your nth high of the night.
The edges of your vision tinging with black, itâs all you can do to claw your nails in red, red trailways down Nanamiâs muscular back. Feeling every muggily glissading muscle as he pounded you into the desk through every blissful peak.
âNgh- o-oh, my l- fuck. Fuck fuck fuckâ!â Nanamiâs voice takes on a whiny tinge at the feeling of your scalding hot insides molding around his pillaging shaft. So tight that he had to bite his lip and push down on your tummy to pull out after every paced thrust. âS-shooo soft.â
Orgasm feeling like nothing more than tingles, your vision tinges like a black vignette once youâre ogling up at Nanamiâs pretty, pretty face. âKen- Kenâ
Heâs rubbing a heart over your sparking clit with love, âYes, my loveâ?â
âWant it i-inside, Ken.â Mindlessly, your inner omega spurs you to teeth over the tense muscles of his neck - over that particular spot. Walls massaged raw every second, âWant you t-to cum all i-insiiide-â
âPatience.â Itâs all he says before rovering his hand somewhere above your head on the flat table and grasping his favorite lucky yellow tie.Â
Before you can blink your tear-stained lashes, he loops it twice over your neck and ties - dragging you back with a simple pull of his bulky biceps. You look so pretty nâ helpless like this that he canât help but feel his mouth water, spitting the excess between your kiss-swollen lips.Â
âP-promise not to miss?âÂ
âNever. Wh-what did I tell you- sâall shâalllll yours.â
Slurring. He couldnât even speak properly - barely even breathing - before snapping his hips to yours so close that your tender pussymound scratches with his soaked-through tufts of tawn. Once. Twice. Before Nanami collapses on top of you and cumsâ
Your knees hitting your tits, legs shoved over his shoulders, ass stinging at the shaky jackhammer.
âT-taaake it. Take it nâ get p-pregnant. Get pregnant get pregnant get pregnantââ He whispers as thick, steamy hot cum starts pooling all the way into what feels like your gut. âWant it. Need it.â
Aching, swollen, almost painful sparks of white-hot pleasure running down his spine once heâs slamming a capped knee on top of the table and angling himself to pound and pound.Â
âNgh- s-so muchââ Your hips thrash, lungs heaving with the weight of his happy caramel scent. â-so much so- fuck.â
He spits into your hanging open mouth. âOhh mâgonna make a mess of you.â And as he rests his towering body closer on top of yours, you can feel the way Nanamiâs meaty thighs tremble delicately with every shooting jetstream of cum spraying inside your deepest parts. The fingers toying with your clit move to pinch your folds together, he prattles. âA-all inshide now.â
Oh, you look so pretty with your pussylips so swollen and leaky. Frothed right on top with an ivory coating of his sap that dips in and out. Moaning, âI-inside?â
âMhmmmâ I-Iâm gonna be a papa- a papa. Gonna t-take care of her nâ you donât hafta lift- lift a finger, my love. Iâll t-take care of the feedinâ nâ the late nights and- andâŠâÂ
He was daydreaming right now and you were stunned.Â
âMâgonna b-brush her ngh- hair nâ youâre gonna dress âer up all pretty.â Heâs babbling just as awe-struck as you, âA-and then youâll- youâll feed her breakfast I ngh- made nâ weâll both take her to school. Spoil her- nâ ohhh sheâs gonna look just like you w-with my eyes nâ sheâs mine and-â
âA-and?â
â-yours.â Every declaration followed by the most determined of thrusts. One, two, three, four, five more dolloping streams of thick seed that glues to your walls and slips nâ slides straightly down your cervix. Your womb. âY-yours. Yours yours yours y-ngh! Yours.â
Milking himself for you.
Nanami drills into you like heâs gone feral; that vice-like restraint around your throat stopping him from both biting into you just yet and helping him trawl you up nâ down to take every single drop.
It couldâve been hours, maybe even days before you find your now-shrilling voice once more.Â
âM-mâyours, tooââ Youâre whimpering out, gliding your hands through the sweat-matted valleys of his hair and pulling him.Â
But, of course, Nanami Kento loved to be used by his wife this way.
âNâ I wanâ your knot, Ken.â You bat your lashes, already having felt the massive, thick ring swelling around his base. Yet another particularly hard drive leaves you gasping, he was just so bigâ if youâd thought his normal hilt was wide, then this would stretch you until you were crazed. âPlease?â
Ah, there it was.
That magical word.Â
And how could he ever say ânoâ to his wife?
With a knobbly thumb hooked to your fucked-out entrance, heâs arching his back and squeeezing that incredible perimeter inside. Itâs so damn large that he has to slouch back and gaze as his knot slaps and slaps your outer pussy.
Wisping out a few globules of buttery cum? Pre? Nanami didnât even know anymore, just aware that he was sobbing from the purple plum-colored, split-end of his cock.
Canines bitten until heâs tasting metal, âGonna take it- t-take it like a good girl. My ngh- good wife.â Nanamiâs fighting to keep his weighted lids from falling shut, âGet you all plugged w-with my knot. S-so full you canât even ngh- fit. Canât even take anymore-â
âYes, please- please give it tâme, Ken.â Youâre scrambling on the table, left hand flapping away somewhere until he clings onto it and brings it up to his spit-soiled mouth.
Tenderly kissing the band of your wedding ring as his sloppy thumb pries apart your gluey-stuck folds and siiiiiiinks his knot in. Fully. Tightly.Â
And as soon as itâs all in, youâre blinking back nonsensical stars and angels in your vision - sobbing at the sheer stretch. Itâs so raw, so filling having him be connected deeply inside, the tender skin of his ballsack flinching after every one of your squeezes.
Knot digging into your walls so thorough and hot.Â
And itâs as if for a second, your husband stops breathing.Â
Enough for you to ask, âB-baby, are you okay?â
âN-no.â Comes Nanamiâs strained, cracking whisper of an answer. So hoarse you almost couldnât hear it, âNo.â
And thereâs no warning before Nanami flinches - viscerally, animalistically to surge his face into the crook of your neck and bite. Hard enough to draw blood.
You let out a soundless scream, mouth dropping into the perfect oh! at the euphoric feeling of his jagged canines ripping into your scent glands. Scents melding and mixing and becoming one, itâs as if ten more orgasms hit you at full force.Â
And your husband - your mate - feels it, too.Â
Because the combined strength of his slamming pound and his fist on top of the table is so much that one of the sturdy mahogany legs breaks in half.Â
Sluggishly, your omega reminds you that it was your turn to reciprocate the possessive marking.Â
âKenâŠâ Being held up by none other than his tie blocking most of your airway, you lift your dizzy head enough to kiss the swollen gland where the whisked caramel was the most potent. Biting down as hard as your ruined body could, â-m-mine.â
At the sensation, he gaspsâ
âMarry me.â Hips driving sloppily into yours all over again and again and again even though the knot prevented him from doing anything more than swervinâ grinds. Itâs like he wonât stop - canât stop. The crimson-stained plumpness of his lips smear all over your mark, your ring, your lips. âMarry me marry me- be my wife?â
âKentooââ you giggle out, shortly out of breath as he accurately scratches your g-spot carnally once more.Â
His foggy, half-lidded eyes watch you closely as you interlink your left hands together and reach it up to his hazy line of vision. âWeâre already married.â
âO-oh.â
And it seems he was genuinely so pussydrunk that it didnât even register - couldnât register doing anything but gyrating his v-line into you sensually. Slow, aching drags of his plump tip stirrinâ hearts out of your insides and the splashes of cum within.Â
Over and over, while Nanami takes off whatever remnants were left of his shirt and lays his head between the valley of your tits. Grabbing a sweet handful whilst he sucks like he was trying to draw milk out already.
Desk broken, air saturated.Â
And only once he feels his rounded knot softening the slightest bit, tugging himself out with a few lecherously slurping tugs, does he speak.
âS-sâa good thing our hck! companyâs empty.â Nanami whispers, barely audible over the squelch! of his webbed mess of cum immediately flooding out of you. Raw white and messy. Depraved.Â
As you gasp, heâs cracking your legs open. Oh?Â
Kneeling down down downâ
Oh.Â
The pinkish tip of Nanamiâs tongue hits your overstimulated, weeping pussy with a damp thwack! âBecause weâre celebratinâ our honeymoon in every room of this building, my wife.â
A/N. Mwahaha I told yâall alpha Nanami was next <3