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EP 3 heated rivalry w one partner in the closet n one partner not heyyyyyy. this got a little kick to it.

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to be sukunas favorite wife
to be the one the others whisper about. you are not his first wife, or his newest, and yet he totes you around like a prized jewel. no matter how the others try to win his favor -with sex and beauty and promises for first born sons- its you that sleeps next to him every night. it's you that he feeds by hand. it's you that he works both of his cocks into-
"Mai asked for my child last night," Sukuna says, as he strips your dress from your body. You don't resist or help, you simply let him do as he wishes, "Begged me for it with her legs around my waist."
This surprises you. You are not delusional enough to think he doesn't lay with the other wives, but he never speaks of it with you.
"Did you, my lord?" your voice dips with disappointment.
Sukuna barks out a laugh and his arm snaps out to grip at your jaw.
"I came down her throat and told her-" He draws you in by the neck, harsher than he's ever handled you, as he mimics how he treated the younger wife - "This is the only way you'll ever have my seed in your stomach."
His other hands are caressing and pinching and groping, one of them forcing three thick fingers into the cleft of your pussy. The tips of his fingers remain at the entrance, waiting.
"Oh, my king," you pretend not to be happy about this, "How cruel."
"She knows better-- they all do." He seethes. Through the thick cloth of his pants, you can feel two thick shapes hardening.
"This is the only cunt deserving of my cum." Those ringers press in, only a knuckle deep and yet enough to make your knees buckle, "Your womb is the only I plan on filling.
nothing is hotter than someone who's reallllyyy into eating pussy. licking and sucking and kissing because it turns them on to taste you and get you alllll over their face
healing magic that's inherently sexual but the healer is the dom. healing magic that requires you to completely relinquish control over to your party's healer, letting them guide you through it. it's a painful kind of magic - snapping bones back together, fusing torn skin, regrowing limbs. if you twitch, if you resist, if you do the wrong movement, it might jeopardize your recovery, might hurt you further - so your healer ties you up. they play with your hair, murmuring soft words of encouragement, their other hand trailing down to your wound. you have to trust them so completely that you'll let them dip their fingers into your torn open body. they reward you as they go - giving you pleasure to offset the pain, telling you how well you're doing, how sweet you look, your brow slick with sweat and your mouth hanging open, dumb in their skilled hands. it hurts, oh how it hurts, but you've learned to love it, to love their attention, their control over you, their soothing voice and the now familiar burning of flesh stitching itself back together.
đđ BIG BOOOYS!
â sum. it's cuffinâ seasooon, and now youâve got a reasooon to getâŠstuffed? toji, sukuna, choso, geto, nanami, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, BIG BOYSSSS like the sza skit song, unprotected, manhandling, dad bods (toji / nanami), size kinks, tf! sukuna, boxer! geto, spīt, full nelson, mating press, dp (sukuna), overstim, dirty talk, praise, marathons, p spanks, hair pulling, breedīng, this got kinda ⊠long LOL sry.
an. will t*mblr let me post thisss âŠ. ÂŻ\_(á”âáŽâ)_/ÂŻ
â© ËË . NANAMI KENTO.
âhoney,â nanami warmly purrs, his body weight hovering right over yours. youâre met with the most softhearted eyes, watching cloudy puffy pants leave his mouth. youâd just rode nanami for countless hours nonstop, and with ruffled blond strands sticking to his face, he looked oh so feral for you. your eyes rover down toward his abdomen - so plump ân round, and you felt yourself throb the more you gawked at the vertical strip of his blond happy trail that ran down his chest. âhah- you want me to . . fold you like a chair? that sounds kind of painful, no?â
âken, âs okay,â you reassure him, a hand sensually rubbing down his cushiony soft-padded abs. nanami was as soft as an oversized teddy bear, and he was always gentle with you during intimacy. you moan, feeling his split reddish tip gently smear a sloppy slope down your sopping entrance before he pauses to let you finish speaking. ây.. you can be a little rough. i can take it.â
nanami combs a hand through his hair before a coy simper tug at both corners of his thin pink lips. âokay, if thatâs what my pretty wife wants- then. .â and you let off a jittery whimper once you feel his big hands start to gingerly shove both of your knees to your chest. his touch was forevermore tender, and nanami hoarsely groans as he watches your limbs gradually extend back. âiâll . . stretch you,â he grumbles, a sandy brow of his furrowing once he starts to align his leaky cockhead once more. youâre throbbing, salivating from the mouth once the pointed crowns of your knees meet against your bare squishy breasts. leaning in, nanamiâs just a few sultry centimeters apart before he sensually licks near your bottom lip. âhold onto me, sweetheart. âs gonna get a bit . . bumpy.â
once youâre laid flat on your back, nanamiâs tubby tummy hovers over your entire frame. murky huffs of air shoot past his lips once he grabs ahold of your wobbly ankles. youâd already had your pretty laced panties shoved to the side, and oh how soaked you were. ânaughty girl,â he huskily grunts, casually starting to rub his wedding ring against your folds. slow. . romantic strokes were all you felt. it lasts for a long few seconds, and heâs just smearing the frigid cold band of the ring around your bawling cunt before he finally gets to the real thing.
nanami grabs ahold of your legsâsoftly shoving them further into your chest. they meet against your bouncy tits and you moan, feeling the plump head of his cock greet your slobbering cunt with wet, slimy kisses of its own. the noises . . they were so damn loud, and you were already throbbing the more he teased you from just his full-sized tip alone. ângh, âken. donât tease me. f.. fuck me,â you whine, another moan leaving from your parted lips the second heâs fully enclosed between your legs. youâre met with his rounded tummy thatâs sooo perfect ân plump, and nanamiâs just inches apart from the button of your nose. time stands still once he finishes aligning his thick cock, unhurriedly inserting himself inside.
oh fuck-
those same two words that ripped out of your whiny larynx repeated past your lips right as he started to ease his way inside. it didnât take him long to quickly bottom outâand you were folded up like a chair. âs- sooo gorgeous for me,â he lowly groans, blond brows crimping together in needy want. your brief tightness that only lasts for a good three seconds makes nanami suck his teeth. so ⊠damn ⊠good, once he bottoms out all the way, you then hear the bubbly resounding âpop!â that alerted you both that he was fit reaaaal nice ân snug. âgod, the things you do to me, sweetheart.â
nanami tended to ramble mid-fuck, just spouting a bunch of nonsense against the shell of your ear. with barred, bare hands, heâs making sure your legs stay at the folded position youâre at. his cockâs just so fat though, and your eyes were almost cartoonishâwidening like saucers at the precise moment he curves his way through that exact pathway of your cunt that makes you squeal. nanamiâs sculptured hips drill into you ferociously, and his body that pounded on top of you after each impactful stroke was just so soft. youâd never get over itâhe was like an actual plushie teddy bear.
sluggish arms of yours wrap around him, filling his entire ear canal with your continuous whimpers before he groans. âkento, fuuuckk- fuck!â youâd moan, feeling the bed frailly dip from both pounds of jerking weight.
pap after pap after pap, nanamiâs stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch, and your pussy constantly decided to torture you with its dramatic spasms and fluttering. filled to the very hilt, nanamiâs making sure your insides got every single part of him.
heâs groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. every few seconds, heâd cup your face with two sweaty palms before slowing down with a timid cunt-drunk grin. whispering out a shaky, âhah- you okay, sweetheart? âm not crushinâ my sweet girl, am i?â heâd lovingly caress a thumb across your face, acting as if he wasnât currently fucking you stupid.
â âm okay,â youâd breathlessly croon out in a sweet throaty tune, almost as if your sweet moans were high notes. nanami was hitting you deep, and with a sloppy pivot of his hips, the angle got even deeper. youâre filling up the four paper-thin walls of the bedroom with your trilling whines, purely engulfed by his loud manly musk. your cuntâs already starting to soak with dewy globs of your juices, even dribbling down your folds and oh itâs cominâ . .
âken, kentooâoooh!â
nanami felt his dick twitch inside of you at your dragged-out moan of his name.. but - it wasnât just a moanâit was a pretty, elongated orgasm that caught you by surprise. his blushing tip was messily kissing your pulsating g-spot, circling all around it while casually feeding your grippy, wet walls. you clung onto him tight with your arms and also your insides. before you knew it though, your high was slowly but surely creepinâ up on you.
âi know- i knowww,â he murmured out of breath, and you could feel him starting to slow down. nanamiâs rickety hips were passionate. they were steady, and as you were creaming down his weighty shaft, he planted a kiss on your temple. âthaaatâs it, let go. âm right here, kentoâs here. iâll clean you right up, sweetheart.â
his words warmed their way into the key of your heart . . slowly traveling between your legs also to make you throb. youâre whimpering the same repeated chant of his name as your arms were now wrapped around his sweat-glossed waist. nanami chuckles into your neck, and he can feel your arms pull his plump body closer. âmhmm, touch my body all you want, honey,â and you moan, feeling him release the grip on your numb legs. nanami brings his wedding ring toward your teary cunt after he pulled out, giving it one more loving rub. â âm all yours,â he kisses near your lips. âalways.â
â© ËË . SUKUNA RYOMEN.
âkeh, you make me laugh, woman,â sukuna grouses, slouching back against his notorious throne as you straddle him. eager ân all, you try to align yourself and he grabs your hips firmly with a smug scoff. âyou can barely handle one, what makes you think you can handle both of me, hm?â
â âkuna, donât tease me,â you huff, and he hums once he sees the frustration marinating across your face. cute, sukuna knew you didnât like being teased but he still enjoyed getting underneath your skin. after all, you were his favorite, and maybe just for tonight . . heâd oblige with your carnal desire to get double stuffed. sukuna folds two of hefty arms behind his broad neck, his other arms occupied by gripping your waist. oh, he looked so priggish. a wolffish grin remains plastered on his lips as he watches you wrap a hand around one of his cocks. they were fuckinâ big, both stacked on top of each other and you moan. âstop lookinâ at me like that.â
sukuna snickers. âheh. my apologies, little one. iâll look away while you struggle, i guess,â and a fang pops underneath his sinister curled lips once your wet entrances start to slowly kiss against his tips. youâre weeping wet, and you moan with your other arm abruptly tossing around his broad shoulders. you felt your heartâs irregular beats pick up whilst youâre perfectly aligned with both of his thick twinned cocks. with a squelching âpop!â the first one starts to delve inside of your cunt, driving its way past the loose ring of your dripping entrance. âfuuuck, atta girl.â sukuna gravelly grunts, his smugness starting to falter just a bit. as heâs bottoming out, his grip on your hips tighten more. your warmth catches him by surpriseâbut once youâre taking in his second cock, he smacks together his lips in awe. pink slit brows of his form together into a vexed arch once he growls.
â âs fuckinâ big,â you moan, slightly turning your head to stare at your grinding perked ass. as a few seconds pass, youâre starting to writhe your ass against his lap. successfully, both fat cocks were filled inside each of your gummy orifices. the concise feeling of tightness makes you mewl, feeling sukunaâs overgrown nails gently dig into the plush flesh of your ass cheek. âgod, so full âkuna, fuuuuck,â you continue to babble, and you already could feel your fluttering tummy starting to giggle with hoards of impatient butterflies. you canât help but part your lips into a cute âoâ, nearly drooling once he spanks your ass â his way of encouraging you to ride him faster.
sukunaâs big, and itâs not even about both of his lengthy dicks anymore. heâs a demon, an unruly one that could probably crush you if he wanted. but no . . he had a soft spot for you, an even more softer spot for your sweet, weak pussy. as he sits back against the creaking throne, you gulp, taking in just how big he is compared to you. bloody, ruddy eyes bore back into you as he started to break a cold sweat. âhng, good,â he groans, and you watch as his head gradually starts to fall back.
oh- youâve got him whipped. once you started up your rocky pace, it was game over.
each towering cock plummets into both of your holes filthy, and the repeated dampened sloshes of your cunt resounded through the walls of his echoey domain. over and over and over. your rhythm starts to get more and more hectic as you progressâand youâre whimpering, continuously feeling one of his swollen tipâs french kiss near your pretty puckering rim. the other oneâs messily making out with your g-spot, rudely thrashing its way against that same pulsating target like it was a dart aiming straight for the bullseye. âo- ohhh, fuck. âkuna, âm not gonna last, ohmygodddd.â
youâre just so fullâŠtoo full- and before you knew it, you could already feeling your legs preparing to violently snap.
mewling out a sweet, exaggerated âoh!â, you end up spraying out a pretty streaming geyser right between your legs. your glossed lips quiver as your awaited high finally comes, whining as you try to continue to swerve your weak hips in gradual arcs. it felt so so good, being plugged full with each of his girthy cocks. fuck, it felt too good that you could almost taste your sudden overwhelming releases on your tastebuds. âfuck, fuuuck,â you whine out in tiny puffs of air, glancing back through fuzzy peripherals to stare back at your ass. honed, sharp fingernails bury into the fat of your bouncy flesh and sukuna snarls at the tasteful friction. â âs good, âkuna, ngh!â
âh- heh,â the curse jibes, but even heâs starting to slow down. as your rhythm starts to finally come to a slowing stop, you sheathe your head near his broad chest. sukuna holds you close, quietly snickering at the size difference. youâa mere human, straddling him. it was almost laughable. âyou humans are so weak . . so fragile,â he huskily groans, leaning in to pierce his fangs into your neck softly. as if marking his territory, sukuna then licks a stripe up your neck. youâre still stuffed to the very brim, and thatâs when he makes you sit up straight. with a disapproving tsk, sukuna crosses all of his arms with a pout like heâs judging you. âcuntâs still too weak though.â
youâre just a babbling mess, the pit of your tummy was in knots as it's still taking in both thickset cursed lengths. from your quavery thighs, itâs a shimmering sap of your precious slick that slithers down between the sprawled crevices of your legs. itâs pretty - and sukuna canât help but swipe a fat thumb down, getting a taste all for himself. âmhm,â he brings his finger up to his wry compressed lips, savoring your fresh flavor on his spiked tongue. youâre still trying to recollect breaths when the demon softly grabs your chin, boring his cold, scarlet eyes right into yours. âopen.â
an overgrown black nail gives the corner of your lips a soft tap and compliantly, you pry open your mouth. sukuna leans in before . . spat! he spits right on the flatness of your pink tongue, hearing you lewdly moan in response. with your flapping lashes nearly blinding your entire view, you could spot that same wolfish grin from an early start to creep against his lips one final time.
âhow filthy. my good girl,â and you moan yet again, feeling him press a hand against your tummy â a wee reminder of how stuffed you currently were. âletâs try that again. this time though, iâll let you ride my stomach tongue, heh.â
â© ËË . TOJI FUSHIGURO.
âkinkiest shit iâve ever heard you say, mama,â toji guffaws as his tense shoulders bounce up and down. you couldnât help but notice the way toji was slowly growing a dad bod, especially after the two of you had another child. heâs still in good shapeâand he continued to maintain his usual workouts but fuck, youâd always fawn over his cute round tummy. heâs like a bear, shaggy, chunky, and incredibly soft. every time heâd pound on top of you, his weight would gingerly press into you, rubbing back ân forth against your body and youâd just wrap your arms around him. âfull nelson, eh? you sure this isnât the baby fever talkinâ again?â
âtojiii,â you pout, and you watch as he groans the moment youâre aligning yourself on his maddened cream-covered tip. itâs fat - leaking from the top with buttery white droplets of pre. toji reclines back against the couch that sucks his heavy body in as his legs start to spread. once he gets comfy, he looks at you with a sly grin while zeroing his verdant eyes all over your body. â âm sure, i want it,â and you playfully start to run a palm down his bushy hairy chest, stopping at his cute rounded tummy. âwant you.â
toji lets out a smoky chortle before pinching a grip near your ass. âalriiight, babygirl. but âm not gonna go easy. better hold on tight.â
and oh- toji and full nelson was a deadly combo within itself.
saying he had you stuffed to the max was purely an understatement. one minute youâre on his lap and the next, heâs got you pressed up against his woolly chest with his burly arms pinned up underneath your legs. heâs fucking you silly, plummeting such thick inches inside of your hungry cunt that it makes you see stars. not just stars but the whole damn galaxy. âf- fuuuck, fuck!â youâd gasp, feeling your cunt eagerly twitch at his sudden elastic-like stretch.
toji was strong, and he had no problem lifting you. each time he did, youâd bounce back on his lap, getting stuffed with even more mighty inches of his dick. itâs so wide, heâs merrily caressing through your gummy inner walls before rudely smacking his flushed crownhead against your tender needy cervix. that spot right there makes you shriek, and you can hear tojiâs husky laughter from behind the shell of your ear.
âheh- yeah, baby. let me fuckinâ hear ya, take this . . hah, dick like a champâfuuuck,â and he groans, a single smack of your ass making him briefly bite the inside of his hollow cheek. itâs a lot of weight thatâs jerking back against him from you, and tojiâs heaving breaths start to get heavier the more your cunt swallows him in wholly..
his virility was unmatched, and toji gave your pretty pussy addictively mean slams until it was squelching out his name. all syllables of it tooâ
you were loud, especially between your legs which were always tojiâs favorite part. ât- tojiii,â youâd whine out his name again, continuously feeling that same caving dip arises near the middle part of your tummy. heâs in so deep, and your back remains to rub against his furry-covered chest. tojiâs plump belly was so soft behind you, and the saltiness that started to coat your buds from your incoming release was almost too much to bare. âharder, f- fuck me. ooh! that spot, that f- fuckinâ spââ
âif i wanted to hear my wife speak iâd ask her talkative pussy instead,â toji grunts, and you let off a bleating whine the second your bare wet cuntâs met with a spank. slap! and the entire sound makes your folds twitch. you moaned, desperately wanting him to do it again. not just once or twiceâhell, even thrice. you ached for more of tojiâs touch, and he knew that. he knew his wife. you watch as his scarred lips form into a smile, and he spanks your pussy again. âmhm, kinky girl. that turns you on, yeah? âcourse it does. bet if i fuckinâ spat on it youâd go crazy too, hm?â
âtojiii-âm-gonna-cum,â you whimper out in a quick single second, trying to talk over his rant. you were a bobble head toy, bouncinâ up and down his fat cock. his long girthy inches had you hungry - slobbering from the mouth like a dog for more as he filled you to the very fuckinâ brim. easily, tojiâs invading all through your spongy cunt with his thick thighs resting underneath you. your nails cling to his skin like velcro with your mewling whines only pitching louder. âtojiiiii, gonna cuâ fuuuck!â
âyeah, i know baby,â he grunts, feeling his balls starting to tighten. tojiâs head throws back at the sharp slams of your hips. each time you fall back into his vast lap, his guttural voice drops even deeper. every time it doesâyou end up throbbing. a cute âlil pulse that he always pokes fun at you for. âheh- thereâs that cute throb, sheâs so fuckinâ needy,â and as your pussyâs squelches cry out even louder, toji growls. âfuck. gonna milk me, s- so good, âs that what yâer tryna do?â and you moan, feeling the pad of his thumb ghost down your throat. âwant me âta make you a pretty mommy again?â
a whiny, ây-yesss,â slurs out from your glossed lips, and toji snickers. of course. you wanted him to fill you all the way up like always. plug the top until your cunt was just flooded with his hot thick ropes of cum.
and thatâs just what he doesâtoji lets out a gruff groan once he feels himself reaching his limit. with his hips nudging quicker, he grunts at the final punctuating thrust. âf- fuck, take it then. take it like a hah- good girl,â and tojiâs plush body underneath you starts to rumble. finally, your legs collapse down from the position they were in once heâs starting to paint the pasty walls of your cunt his whitish color. itâs a lot, ribbons of slick cum that splatter its way throughout the layout of your mottled-covered entrance. âshit,â he swears against your neck, growing quiet to hear the sloppy sounds.
you start to ooze between your thighs, and you moan once toji lifts your leg once more. the bush that glues against his chest hair continued to tickle against your back before you whine. âmhn, atta fuckinâ girl,â he huffs, smearing a thumb down your cunt thatâs spitting out any remnants of his gooey seed. itâs hot, drooling down the cracks of your folds that he ends up giving your pussy one more final spank.
âheh, best we start thinkinâ of names again then,â and he nips a soft bite near your ear. âmommy.â
â© ËË . SATORU GOJO.
heâs the strongest, which also means the strongest in bed.
and satoruâs favorite thing to do was to have you being fucked senseless with your legs gracefully thrown over your head. youâd tease him constantly, saying how since heâs âthe strongestâ, surely, he canât be the strongest in bed too⊠right?
wrong,
because that smug âlil grin of yours gets wiped off your face almost instantly the second heâs pushing your cute, weak legs over your shoulders. oh- heâd show just how strong he could be, especially underneath the sheets. satoru had stamina for miles, rarely running out of gas and heâd easily steal orgasm after orgasm out of you. after a plethora of pliable positions, you now found yourself laid flat on your back with your legs pinned right behind your head.
âaw! câmooon, sweets. wanna see how flexible my wifeâs pussy can get,â he hoarsely coos, and his playful demeanor slowly vanishes. satoruâs now feral - and he was always feral with you. especially whenever he was stuffed inches deep inside of your sloppy bear-hugging cunt.
you whine, staring up at the white-haired man and heâs still got his blindfold on. itâs halfway on, sexily showing a bit of his right eye as he runs a hand through his tangled frosty strands. satoruâs favorite thing was to manhandle you, toss you around the room ân treat your body like a rag doll.
â âtoru, fuuuuck,â youâd sob out, the inner pit of your tummy letting off a deep exhale once heâs buried in. the head of his dickâs now thwacking near the hilt, and youâll never forget the feeling of his long, bulky cock sneakily massaging its way toward your gummy cervix. itâs repetitive, and youâre chewing on your inaudible whimpers at each luscious stroke he gives you. heâs an animal, and each merciless pound makes you trill out his name over ân over until your poor, poor vocal chords strain. âdonât stop, p- please. fuck me, fuhâ fuuuck.â
âawwwh, my pretty wifeyâs so talkative today, especially her too,â he whispers, and you moan once heâs practically laid flat against your bare chest. satoru snakes a hand between your legs, rubbing messy circles against your leaking pussy. a sly grin creases at each corner of his lips as he rubs near your full abdomen. satoru groans, moving his hand toward the middle part of your tummy before softly pressing down - feeling a prodding âlil bulge that he knew all too well. âmhm, thatâs all me, baby. alllll fuckinâ me.â
your cunt was indeed loud, each sloppy thrust of satoruâs hips whacking into you at full collision makes you gush.
you couldnât help but soak a portion of his cock with masses of your syrupy slick and it makes him hum. how cute, satoru could even feel your dripping pussy fluttering around his length. heâs thickâand more importantly, heâs fuckinâ big.
satoruâs sweating, and as he continues to hold your legs up over your head, you spot the spasming veins bulging in his arms. beefy, is the perfect word to describe him. every muscle within him flexed whilst he was pounding into you rawly, making sure your greedy cunt always remembered exactly who it belonged to. âmhm, such a pretty girl. gushinâ all on me, think i oughta train thisssââ and he pauses, giving your soddened entrance a playful pat. ââpussy jusâ a bit more, hm? could be a âlil stronger, especially since yâr dealinâ with me, baby,â and as heâs talking, he starts to lick near your neck. âfuuuck, ooh i love that fuckinâ grip. nasty girl. mmm, make me just as messy as you, uh huh.â
âfuhâ âm gonna cum!â you squeak, the intense throbbing between your legs only increases whilst heâs giving you his all with his ragged strokes. into. each hit was more and more ruthless, your headâs spinning, and the beats of your heart only got quicker. you were sure that your pretty glistening slick had his entire cock to the base covered by now. needless to say, you were drenched. satoru even leans upright to your face, snickering once he feels your hands try to pull his blindfold off. âsatoâruuu, cum, âm gonna cum.â
âyes, princess i heard you the first time,â he coos, his tone full of smug arrogance. oh, how you wanted to wipe that cocky smirk right off his naturally glossed lips. his appetizing thrusts against you were the definition of straight insanity, and as his hips kept championing at such speedy strokes, you squealed. riiiight there, the mushroomy crown of his cock scraped against the target of your cervix and you nearly go crazy. âooooh, there it is. thereâsheâfuckinâ is,â and as his voice grits lower, pausing each stroke to enunciate his sloppy hits against your cunt, itâs almost like heâs talking down to you. but in this caseâsatoruâs talking down to your cunt, because itâs the only thing heâs staring at.
openly, he snatches his blindfold off and his sparkly eyelashes flap thrice once he makes loving eye contact with your weeping pussy.
âmm, give it to me then, pretty girl. make a fuckinâ mess on me,â and you moan once he pulls your legs up even higher over your head. bringing his sheeny-coated lips up to your ear, he whispers hoarsely, giving your drenched cunt a doubting squeeze. âi dare ya.â
â© ËË . CHOSO KAMO.
âthat?â chosoâs eyes widen, hearty irises glued to your phone. youâre showing him some one-minute-long video of a woman getting passionately hammered in what you told him was âmating press.â choso wasnât new to intimacy, and whenever you recommended new positions for him to try, heâd always get excited. maybe even a bit . . aroused. âo- oh,â and his voice lowly husks, watching at the deeply intimate angles. the woman lay underneath the man and his weight pressed all on her. he was giving her deep and thorough strokes, occasionally giving her sloppy hot kisses in between. choso could feel his heart race as he started to imagine himself doing that exact position to no one other than you.
and he did, because the moment heâs cutely staring at your exposed, nude body underneath him, he canât help but moan. youâre so pretty, and as heâs feebly trying to align himself, he whimpers.
âmngh, b- baby, âs this okay?â and his darkened eyes flicker toward your face. heâs leisurely placing his weight on your body, bringing your legs up to go over his shoulders. glossy, pink lips of his quiver as he feels the weeping wetness of your pussy twitch and drench around his cock. âdonât wanna hah- hurt you, tell me if âm too heavy, âkay?â
âpromise, âcho,â you softly coo, your voice as smooth as silk. indeed choso was a tad bit heavy, especially compared to you. he was around a staggering height thatâs damn near over feet of six inches tall and he was just looking at you like he was ready to pounce. a needy pout stretches across the thin corners of his lips as he moans, watching openly as your cunt starts to swallow his stoutly pinkish tip. âmmh, thatâs it, baby. nice ân slow- whenever youâre ready.â
your voice- choso got off from it alone. every sentence that came out of your mouth had him weak. as your legs remained hauled over his droopy shoulders, heâs slowly inserting his cock into your greedy walls. seconds past and it doesnât take long before wanton whimpers slither their way past your lips. âf- fuck, âs fuckinâ warm for me,â choso shudders out a breath, the feeling of your gripping cunt hugging his length tightly sends him shivers. itâs an indescribable feeling that makes his sable-colored brows curl into an arch and within just a few simple thrusts, choso loses it.
within a few rigid beginning thrustsâhe gradually starts to get the hang of it. pumpinâ his lanky cock in and out of you as labored breaths snatch from his lungs, he whines yet again. this time though, itâs far louder. youâve got to cup his face whilst heâs pounding into you rigorously. nearly crushing you with his hefty weight, choso tries to hover a bit over your wet cunt, moaning for the grip as heâs casually rocking back ân forth into your warm, welcoming body.
âgood boy, f- fuck me, choso- riiight there, mhm!â youâd whine, feeling your eyes starting to dramatically roll and flicker from just his sheer size alone. chosoâs cock had such length that it expands allll through you, reading out every area of your cunt like a map. it knows the exact layout, all the secret crevices, and angles to locate and once he reaches there . . youâre fucked.
between you and chosoâyou honestly donât even know whoâs louder. the moment you call him a âgood boyâ, you can almost feel him melting in your hands like putty. chosoâs bumpy hips start to accelerate quicker and you whine every time you feel one of his veins pulse down his cock. âf- fuck, think âm gonna hah- cum jusâ from lookinâ at you,â he cutely rambles, each thrust becoming more sloppy. his hips have such power that it makes the entire bed groan out whiny creaks of its own. âyouâre so pretty baby, s- so pretty with your legs all over my shoulders like this- heh.â
chosoâs fucking you with his pace never slowing, trying to remember how the guy in the video did it. slow and steady, deep but thorough strokes, massage the clit . . and as heâs stretching you out with the swollen head of his cockâyou let off a soft shriek. âpop!â and you felt his plump shaft slip out of you immediately.
chosoâs pussy-drunken grin falters as he notices his dick fell out of you- but not only that, heâs cumming for real. .
it was so sudden, and as his entire bodyâs spasming above you, he whimpers whilst struggling to align his milky-covered tip back between the opening of your glistening folds. âf- fuck, âs no fair, came too early,â he whines, and you moan once he buries his face into the crook of your neck. heâs embarrassed. your legs were still raised in the air as heâs holding them both firmly, groaning against your skin. a fresh hot batter of oozing cum leaves out of chosoâs blushing slit â splattering out lewdly on your puffed pussy folds. chosoâs so frustrated that he even tries fucking his cum in between your flaps with the cutest unsatisfied scowl on his lips. âs- sorry, âm beinâ a little messy. âm sorry, sorry.â
â âs okay, baby,â you let off a quiet moan, your body already starting to feel numb. already, you were starting to miss the gaping outline of his cock driving through your insides but he makes it up by smacking his tip against your cunt. with a wet âsplash!â choso ends up smearing his sweltering hot cum all over your entrance, panting the entirety of your twitching sex right his ivory-white color. as he leans in for a kiss, choso clumsily misses your mouth with his lips pressing on your chin instead.
itâs cute, and you had to guide his face with your own hands just to have him shove his tongue into your mouth. chosoâs body weight was now starting to grind against you againâbut by now, he was straight up jumping you. he wants more, and you could tell as he was moaning into your mouth, grunting from his drooling cock that was rubbing up and down between your pasty entrance.
still swapping cobwebs of spit as the both of you smashed lips on each otherâchosoâs continues to spank his aching cockhead against your cunt whilst his lips desperately crash against yours. it turns him on, a lot more than he thought- and choso thinks he may have just found out his new favorite kink.
you.
â© ËË . SUGURU GETO.
being in a relationship with a boxer had its perks.
suguru getoâhe was known for his fights, but more importantly his flexible positions. youâd always tease him about it, pokinâ fun at how you wish heâd fold you like his opponents one time for once. but oh, youâre taken aback once he takes you up on that offer.
ânuh uh, donât tap out now, baby. letâs see that cute form,â geto grunts, pressing a wet kiss near the inside of your neck. the two of you were in his private gym, specifically his private ring where heâd always train. today though, you were needy, teasing him at how you wanted him to be put in a chokehold like he did to his opponents. but, the moment heâs got you straddling his lap as youâre cockwarming him, youâre nothing but a wet babbling mess. you moan, letting off a breathy gasp once the top part of his boxing glove rubs against your sobbing cunt. you were soaked, making a mess on the mat and a soft gasp creeps out the back of your throat once he wraps a beefy arm around your throat.
safely, getoâs got you in a firm chokehold â the exact one youâd usually see him perform on his other opponents. embarrassingly enough, your cunt twitches almost instantly, and you were trying to grind your hips back into him. âhngh, suguru- fuuuck,â you purr out, letting off a weeping mewling whimper as you felt his fat pointed dick ream a path through your insides. the entire gym was quiet. the only sounds that couldâve been heard were the wet sloshing sounds of getoâs glove gently smacking against your sprawled open pussy. psh after pshh and it only gets louder as you squirm, your thighs parting.
heâs big, manhandling you like this while youâre in a mere chokehold. once youâre starting to sloppily bounce on his lap, you can hear him hiss from the enticing friction. the electric sting of both mounds of flesh slamming on each other ends up giving you both whiplash. âh- hah, fuck, good girl. ride itâmove those hips, fuck me back- mmph,â he starts to groan, the weight of your ass getting more and more impactful. getoâs meaty thighs glue against yours and you moan, feeling the curve of his cock rummaging through your squashy insides.
heâs so thick, that his plump tip runs through your tremulous walls before it frantically jackhammers its way to your cervix. letting off a squalling âah!â of a squeak, your back ends up falling into his broad chest. getoâs sweaty, bare skin rubs off against your skin and he groans. the sly dark-haired boxer wore nothing but his thinly made everlast boxing shorts. âsuguruuuu,â you cutely drag out his name, moaning at the way his beefy bicep still wrapped around your neck. youâre bouncinâ up and down repeatedly and itâs almost comical at how your eyes were bulging out of their holes. your tongue was fully lolled, and youâve never felt more stuffed. hit after hit, by this point, you were sure getoâs cock was gonna give your pretty pussy a solid, fair K.O.
but oh, geto ends up fucking you round after round - literally. he went from having you ride him to him pounding you into his squishy, red mat. your face vigorously presses into the cushion as youâre moaning, desperately whining out his name while heâs âpracticingâ his special techniques on your cunt. the entire scene was lewd, and as you continued to whine out pathetic cacophonies of, âsuguruuu,â â âriiight there,â â or his personal favorite, âooooh, hit it there baby!â âs, heâd feel his dick twitch inside you every time.
your ass raises the second he grabs ahold of your hip, and heâs madly drilling into you raw. each sloppy stroke and twist of his hips makes your toes curl and the bittersweet taste of your saliva ends up trickling down the side of your mouth, landing face-first on the vermillion-colored boxing mat. âfuckinâ shiiit, âm gonna cum, sweetheart,â he huffs, resting his free hand on your arched spine. so pretty - the way your ass tries to thrust back into his sharp hips was oh-so-cute. your pussy only got more sloppy, and as heâs feeling his cock preparing to release itself, you could almost hear a whimper snarl out from his throat. âah, tell me where, f- fuck. talk to me, pretty.â
âi- insiiiide,â you squeal out with short breaths, his cock merrily kneading through your walls. itâs almost filthy at how loud your cunt was. just drooling such molasses of sheeny slick on his length, making an even bigger mess between your legs and on the fighting mat too. as heâs giving you his final, victorious thrusts that make your mouth snap open â a fairly lewd K. O., geto grunts, losing the match with his opponent being nothing more than your sweet, slippery cunt.
instantaneously, wads of thin bubbly ropes mesh with your slick juices, a pretty white ring foaminâ around his base. your release slams into you like a semi-truck, and your eyes crossed almost instantly.
with his adamâs apple bobbing in his throat, heâs pouring in such slimy amounts that end up tearing straight down your pulsing bare slit. geto groans, hazed and all as his darkened eyes glance at how you were perfectly arched for him. this position was perfect for you in his eyes.
ass up â face down, âgoddamn,â he grumbles through pearly gritted teeth and a slack jaw. mewing satisfied coos purr out of your spit-slicked lips as you feel him plugging you up to the brim, hearing the wet plops ân paps of his hot, sticky cum dripping onto the mat. you only imagined what it looked like, how much of a fuckinâ mess you were. âhah- arenât you a champ,â he pants, and you moan once geto smacks your ass.
speedily, he now makes you flip over with a swift toss of a single brawny arm before picking you up. âmmhn, sweetheart. you did âs good for me,â and as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, geto gives you a chaste kiss. a few loose strands of hair stick against your forehead as his tongue curls its way inside of your hot mouth before he snickers, pulling away. âah, thereâs one more position i wanna try though.â
âw- what?â you heave, pouting the second his lips depart from yours.
geto re-aligns himself between your leaking cunt thatâs still profusely spurting out clods of milky clumps of his cum before he lifts you just a bit higher against his chest. âhm, oh- i just fuck you while standing up,â and you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad neck. ravened, feral eyes meet yours one more time and geto lets off a husky grunt, his boxing glove sneaking between your legs. âyouâre my big girl though, yeahh?â

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Heavy Metal Lover - G.S.
Synopsis. A group project with your tall, nerdy, hot academic rival and your handsome punk best friend? Oh, youâre getting a D++
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, nerd!Geto, punk!bestfriend!Geto, thrĂ©esome, mmf, they go FĂRAL, dĂșmbification, Geto with tattoos and piercings, Jacobâs Ladder (iykyk), oraI (fem. rec.), all sIoppy type, yearning Geto, fĂngering, spĂtting, p talking, manhandIing, dp, SAME DAMN TIME, creampĂes, cĂșmplay, BIG stretches, size k!nks, rough s, marathons, overstĂm, PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, squĂrting, making him cĂșm dry, jock!Sukuna cameo, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 11.4k
A/N. TWO!! Because heh- daddy Tony just turned the big 2-0!!
âYou wonât believe how big it was.âÂ
ââŠâ
âSatoruâs audacity, I mean.â Leaning over the cluttered cafĂ© table, youâre cupping your mouth with one hand, whispering oh-so-conspiratorially to your best friend. âAnd his d-â
âAlright.â Geto cuts through your astute observation, making an observation of his own that the elderly lady seated beside you two had promptly turned off her hearing aids. âSo you really didnât get any studying done during this âstudy sessionâ, huh?â
Waving your hands airily, âItâs not that we didnât try, itâs justâŠâ The glinting snake bites on Getoâs lips curl at the sinful sight of those teeth marks down the side of your neck, the way your thighs still quivered in broad daylight. Still.Â
He already knew that there was something more between you and your âcocky, book-hugging, jerkwadâ academic rival. He saw the way Gojo looked at you. And he saw the way you looked back.Â
Somewhere down the line it made Geto tighten in his pants.
Heâs flitting a wide-eyed glance between his thighs, fuck, then at the thick smoothie in his hands- was there something they put in this or what?
No, heâs subtly shaking his head. Itâs just not everyday that you hear about your best friend finally hooking up with the very same man sheâd been complaining about ever since first meeting him. It was a long time coming - the entire campus knew at this point. Hell, heâd even distantly heard about a few betting pools to see whoâd crack first (okay, maybe he betted in them, too- but only twice!)
So Geto was simply happy for you. Really.Â
After all, heâd been right by your side through every argument, every middle finger, every war for top spot on the Deanâs List until that tall, gloomy nerd had completely nâ utterly fucked you.
And here you were, telling him all about it.
Never having been more thankful for that obnoxiously frilly tablecloth covering his legs, Geto coughs away the slight hitch in his breath. âWas it good, pipsqueak?â
A slightly dreamy look wafts across your face, and with the way that his length twitches in interest, heâs pushing away his smoothie completely now. Unable to take any chances of it somehow being spiked.
You sigh, âHate to admit it, but yeah.â
âNerdy fuckinâ Gojo made you cum?â
âMultiple times.â
Another jolt, another squeeze of his meaty thighs.Â
He darts his darkening eyes away from the expression on your beautiful face. What heâd give to make you look like that, too- no. No, he canât. âAh, s-so- you twoâve fucked away the tension now, or what?â
âWell, I wouldnât say fucked away.â Youâre humming idly, âHe did argue with me while he was inside of me.â At the strange, strangled squawk that leaves Getoâs mouth- âI know right?â
Heâs crossing and uncrossing his legs, throat dry. Sharply glancing downwards once more, âLike- dirty talk?â
And youâre completely oblivious to the way that youâre absolutely ruining him, Geto latching onto every syllable that slips out of your pretty lips like heâs breathing them in. Goddammit, he was feeling soâŠâHmmâsure, but just arguing, too. Would you believe it if I told you he tried to pick a fight even after I made him cum dry?â
âC-cum dry.â The usually-deep baritone of Getoâs voice breaks as he echoes the end of your sentence, fingerpads tapping impatiently on the top of the table. Stop talking. Stop thinking. âYou can do that?â
âHeh- yeah.â Fuck. Youâre smirking, âWhy? Jealou-â
âNo.â
It comes out much more urgently than he would have liked - much more panicked - and just before you can suspect anything, heâs tugging on the ragged texture of his baggy, ripped jeans. âA-anyways, did you hear about Yagaâs-â
âSugu, are you okay?â Oh, too late. Before he can stop you, youâre reaching over one of your palms to cover the expanse of his forehead. Feeling for his temperature, âYouâre a littleâŠhot.â
âMmâ Iâm always hot, gorgeous.â Trying for his usual nonchalance, but if the way you knit your brows is anything to go by, then youâre not buying his act one bit.Â
âIs it strange that I slept with Gojo? I mean, I know Iâve been hating him all this time but-â
He clasps his much-larger hand over yours, blunt nails chipped with dark polish. âNo no. Donât worry about it.â With a smile, Geto stretches his long legs underneath the table to tangle them with yours. Heat against heat. Swelling cock against his pants. Tongue snagging on the silver of his snake bites.
The scorching blush that simmers across his cheeks is almost startling as he pushes away the bangs from his face - so pretty, you had to admit. Such a brash, tattooed style to him that drove nearly every woman, man, and anything in between wild any time his looming figure sauntered through campus.Â
Winking his eyeliner-smudged lids, âIn fact-â
Ah, well, if you canât beat themâŠ
â-tell me more.â
Join âem.
Getoâs sure the poor olâ lady next to you faints.
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.
.
âFuck-â Heâs whispering, cooped up in his dark apartment not even an hour after parting ways with you at the cafĂ©. Apparently youâd left for a totally-not-date with Gojo- and Geto?
Oh, Geto had one hand wrapped around his aching cock to pump until his wrist ached.
Groaning at the squelch of his thumb smearing down the crown of his reddened shaft, heâs plugging up his bawling divot. Other hand reaching over to shuffle inside his bedside cabinet, âCâmon, where- where is- ah.â
There it was.
Getoâs fingers plunge out from the depths of the drawer, all wrapped up in the strappy lace of a pair of pretty pink panties. Your panties.
Ones youâd accidentally left after a sleepover - and really, youâd stolen more than enough of his Green Day t-shirts that he didnât exactly feel bad about stealing them away.
About hastily plucking that cutesy underwear up and pushing it against his face, heâs rolling his glassy eyes back and sniiiiffing the sweet, sweet scent of you. That smell he couldnât get enough of. So close and yet, so far.
âSh-shit.â Getoâs heavy shaft grows even harder in his hand, and he didnât even think that was possible. Sinking the fringes of his teeth into his bottom lip, he wraps the ribbony fabric âround his erection, âOh, shouldnât do this- r-really shouldnât do this.â
But he canât stop. Not when heâs fucking the plush comfort of his palm in repeated, sloppy strokes- and not even when Geto hears the bzzztâ! of his phone vibrating from that very same bedside cabinet.
Breath catching as he turns his head to blearily stare at the flashing screen - Pipsqueak. You.Â
AhâŠwithout a second thought, Geto grabs his phone with one hand, the other still tugging on the veiny shaft of his cock. Unlocking it to find that youâd sent a photograph of you - and the infamous Gojo himself. Mouth downturned, flush burning.Â
The two of you were cramped into the frame, at the forefront of some aquarium. Innocent, surely- but Geto catches the glide of Gojoâs fingertips down the side of your waist, the way youâre leaning in just enough to let a flash of cleavage peek through.
Dilated pupils flickering between the two figures, he finds his tattooed hips thrustingââOh. Iâm fucked.â
So very, very fucked.
And after this, he had an email to write. To none other than Yaga.
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.
âIori and Haibara. Ieri and Ijichi.â Professor Yagaâs bored, monotone voice drones through with his usual steady pace, announcing each pairing for the upcoming assignment.
A practical project, it seemed - and you canât help but feel your heart race once heâs thumbing down the list of names. Finally announcing yours andâŠâGojo.â But before you can show even the slightest bit of euphoria, Yagaâs tugging up his thick sunglasses. Raising a thick brow, heâs turning your way.
And for a split-second, you think heâs staring you down- that is, until you follow his line of sight and find that Yagaâs staring above you. Just the row above.
Exactly where Geto was.Â
Eyes half-lidded, atmosphere surrounding him burning. Goosebumps prick down your spine, and you find yourself wondering what the hell was happening in this thick moment of silence.Â
Evidently, Gojoâs musing the same from his seat right beside you. Whispering from the side of his maw, âWhat the hell? I havenât seen Yaga look like that since the last time you started an argument with me during class, miss valedictorian.â
That damned know-it-all nickname.
Youâre taking a good, long look at him - neat, crisp. The way his thick-rimmed glasses framed a slight cute frown, cosied up in a cotton vest that hid his muscular figure, his sapphire eyes twinkling through pale bangs as you sneer.Â
âSatoru, that was your fault- and yesterday.â
âWell, itâs about to be right now.â
âYou just want to be yelled at by me, perv.â
Heâs opening his pouted mouth to snark back - but Yaga beats him to it. With a gruff, cutting announcement that neatly finishes off the rest of your little group, â-and Geto.â Only to turn away as if nothing ever happened, and rattle out the rest of his lengthy list.Â
And Geto? Youâre furrowing your brows- this was meant to be a paired project, wasnât it?Â
Well, not that you were unhappy to be with your best friend - it was rare that your uptight professor ever took his studentsâ preferences into consideration. But, according to your calculations, there wouldnât have been any odd ones out in the student body, and Yaga had seemingly formed two trios for the sake of it.Â
Question on your lips, youâre turning in your seat to face Geto. Only to meet his eyes and oh-
Something about him was almost predatory. Something dangerous. Something that makes you gulp, and Gojo squeeze his fingers with yours.
Resting his face upon one of his palms, Geto purrsââConsider this project aâŠscience experiment, gorgeous.â
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.
.
A science experiment.Â
A science experiment.Â
Rubbing his swole nâ red cock raw to your photographs, writing an intently-worded email to Yaga with his choice for project pairings, and inviting the two of you to his apartment later - he was finally here, with his âscienceâ experiment.Â
With his ringed fingers toying down the patterns of his throbbing shaft veins, listening to the way that Gojo made you let off the prettiest shrill whimpers. âF-fuck, donât be shy.â
You didnât even know how you were here - only seconds after entering Getoâs sprawling living room before youâre somehow laid across his couch. Sprawled across Gojoâs lap, still fully clothed but being kissed stupid.
The former gazing all the while, thick thighs manspread like he was watching a show of his very own. Heâd moved one of his cushy armchairs to watch dead-on as Gojo lifts his mouth off of yours with a dampened slurp just to spit between your parted lips.Â
Thwack! Itâs gluing to the ridges of your tastebuds with a splatter, âThen you kiss me all proper, princess.â Gojoâs hissing between your swollen lips, the honed points of his canines nipping down on your maw just to get you to open wider. âYer really embarrassing yourself in front of your best friend.â
Huffing, âIâm the- mmpf-â
Only to have your heated cavern stuffed with the expanse of his textured tongue. Itâs just so sloppy how heâs kissing you, with the slimy edge of his muscle swirlinâ the insides of your maw as Geto snickers.
Unhinging your jaw open, you manage to muffle out. âIâm the one embarrassing myself?â The flat of your palm caresses vertically down the front of his cotton vest. All smart and sensible. Moving it down his bumpy pecs, then only further down his abs, down, down-Â
Before clinging your greedy fingerpads onto the large, cylindrical length of his erection. All looong and hard, itâs laid out the side of his meaty right leg. âWhoâs the one thatâs rock fuckinâ hard already?â
âF-fuck.â Heâs gasping into your touch, and through his linen pants you can feel the bulge of his cock twitch. Flinching needily enough that the syrupy puddle forming between his thighs starts to grow even sappier, âAnd whose fault is that~?â
âMmmâ mine.â
âHeh, so you know how to take accountability?â
Vulgarly, the edges of your fingers twitch into a squeeze over the outline of his cock - so thick that your hand struggles to properly close around him. âOnly for this.â
âYou little-â
âSo you two seriously argue during sex, too?â Getoâs husky voice breaks through, and youâre both snapping your head over to see the way his head tilts. The way he lurches his hips slightly off of his seat with a buck, fingers dragging down his veiny cock. âFuck, thatâs hot.â
Noticing the silky scrap of fabric that sticks out from the gaps of his fingers, youâre whining at the sight of those familiar panties youâd lost months ago. âSuguruââ
âYou can make those sounds for him, too?â Gojo snarls, rutting you up on his v-line so that your dazed head lolls back towards him. Swatting a hand down on the side of your ass cheek, heâs lifting your thin skirt enough to give Geto just a peek of your panties.
Possessive. Feral.
Something primal slips into Gojoâs throat as he toys with the wiry strings of your underwear, where heâs sure Geto can watch. âMâshocked weâre not fighting even more, miss valedictorian.â
âSh-shut up.â
With a gasp, youâre pushinâ your sultry hips further down onto his. Grinding so that the slope of your slit presses through your panties and onto his fattened cock, just so wet that it leaves a glistening snail-trail between Gojoâs thighs.
âMmmââ Geto departs with a chuckle, hands pumping even faster on the veiny, gleaming length of his cock until it was almost just a pinkish blur. Heâs milking himself with a grunt at each lecherous interaction, âKeep going, gorgeous. Just like that.â
Shyly, you shift your restless hips, âB-but, SuguâŠâ
âOhhh I like that.â Geto juts his chin up, nudging the rough fabric of his pants down to free a few more solid inches even more. âSay that again, pipsqueak.â
âS-Sug-â
âNuh uh.â But before you know it, Gojo has a hand smushing your cheeks together into such a pathetic pout. Staring back down at him- âYouâre going to say âToru.ââ
Geto muses, âSugu.â
âToru.â
âSugu-â
âTo-â
âP-please.â Your wailing cries cut through the slight battle, impatiently humping the plane of Gojoâs clothed pelvis at a pace that damn near reaches a fever-point. âJust want something- anything.â Head throwing back, babbling, oh-so-pretty that Geto puffs out a low hum, and tucks your soaked panties away.
âThen câmere, gorgeous.â
Gojo interrupts, âWhat?â
âI saidâŠâ The tattooed man plows on, lips twitching even further into a grin once youâre standing up on wobbly legs. The flesh of your thighs squeezing together with each step, â-come here. You too, nerd.â
Oh.
Oh.Â
And you canât even remember the treacherous trek you take to clamor up onto Getoâs widespread thighs, heâs just so big nâ beefy that it takes you a few tries to properly straddle his toned hips. Grappling your two hands on top of his round deltoids, âL-like this, Suguru?â
âAtta girl, there you go.â Perking you up further- he takes a second to admire you. To memorize you. To take in every heady pant of yours and each dry hump of your cunt.Â
Before tugging a girthy finger upon the sides of your current panties and teeearing straight through them. Skirt next to follow.Â
Gojo can only watch in utter awe as heâs bared to your pretty, sopping pussy from behind- fuck, heâs never going to get used to this. Joints weakening, mouth parched, his towering frame falls to his knees at merely the sight.Â
âPussy got your tongue, Toru?â Youâre tittering once Gojoâs only saddling up behind you on the carpet, glasses now level with your slick-glazed lips. Close.Â
âWell, he will have your pussy, pipsqueak.â Getoâs piping up from underneath you, sliding further down the armchair so that Gojoâs nose sticks to the outer part of your sheeny cunt. âBut where do you want me? Here?â Groping your ass, âOrrrr here?â Your thighs. âOr-â
âNo teasing, Suguru.â
âOh, gorgeous, I could go allll fucking day withoutâŠâ One of his rings shaped into a gothic skull traces your cunt, â-dessert.âÂ
Gojo scoffs, âWell, Iâm fucking starved-â
Geto grins, âAnd I wanna kiss these lips first.â
âO-oh mmââ It was just maddening- the very nanosecond that Gojoâs hearing heâll be having your sweet, honeyed pussy all to himself, heâs plastering his mouth to your folds.Â
Stirring the curvy edge of his tongue instantly past your soppy entrance, puckering you up for a saccharine kiss. Latching his glossy lips down to the swollen fringe of your pussylips, he throws his head back and grins. âNothing smart to say now, miss hah- valedictorian?â
âNow now, of course, she doesnât.â And itâs the very moment that Getoâs mouth kisses your own that youâre realizing he didnât have just snake bites - heâd hidden away a frigid, metallic tongue piercing.Â
That slick spheroid wafting between your lips, Getoâs drinking you in like heâs a man parched. And every cute bubble of spit spilling from your mouth was the first droplet of water heâs had in eons. Feeling his smug grin across your lips, âNot when sheâs kissing me, of course.â
âTch- as if.â Gojo spits- literally, a great, glittery wad of spittle that thrashes past your quivering hole. Salivating his tongue to push juuuust inside, just teasing the tight ring of your cunt with his velvety tongue. âSâbecause of me. Her vaginal introitus is just drooling.â
And oh- Gojoâs tongue is just so flexible. Swabbing the tender orifices of your sleek cunt with his pointed tip, he bullies a few inches past your entrance and makes you whine. âP-please- ngh more, Satoru. F-fuck me like you mean it.â
Snickering, Gojo only swats the right side of your ass cheek, gripping it to haul your wildly bucking body further against his face. Until his chin hits your treacly cunt, until his nostrils canât even breathe-
âAw, nothing fâme?â Geto coos, and while youâre all jostling and thrashing, one of his ringed hands plummet down the side of your body. Pryinâ apart your slick-glued folds to press his knobbled index on top of your clit like a button. âYouâre my best friend. What if I wanâ a taste, too?â
Your breath hitches by the time heâs glazing his finger across your creamy pussy already, covering it with just enough layers of your juices. Just enough to hover up into his mouth and suck.
Gasping, âBut youâre alreadyâŠâ
âSânot enough.â And while Gojo slips nâ slides his flattened tongue between your pussylips, Geto puckers his maw up to yours. Hazy amethyst irises only half-opened, mouth quirking just at the ends. âSpit.â
It happens all at once- youâre spitting inside Getoâs mouth and he moans at the taste of you, never one to be forgotten, Gojo splats out saliva on your cunt and forces his impaling tongue inside.
âOh, your bartholin glands are just sopping all over me, so much- ngh- leukorrhea.â Babbling away, Gojoâs letting out such noisy smacks each time he flops his tongue out to flick your shaky hole. Harder. Deeper.Â
Heâs eating you out like heâs addicted to it, the long length of his pale lashes fluttering every time the sharpness of his jawline pushes against your slam-contacted flesh until he canât push himself even further.Â
Until the rim of his spectacles coldly swats your pussy and makes him stutter, âW-wonder if I can reach the ngh- GrĂ€fenberg spot like thisâŠâ Tugging you back with trembling hands, the thickness of his tongue probes even deeper against your walls. âMore- if only I can-â
âYouâre never reaching it like that, nerd.â Geto rolls his eyes, back to slithering his right hand down and cupping your pussy.Â
He snickers each time heâs feeling the silky crowns of his fingerpads brush against Gojoâs thrashing tongue. Toying with the other man, heâs covering the nub of your pulsing clit each nâ every time, just so that Geto can be the one to give it a good, long pinch.
Itâs just so cute how you buck into him with a hollow gasp, âWh-what did I say about teasing, Suguââ
âJust canât help it, pipsqueak.â Your best friend purrs, snagging the sharpened ends of his snake bites against your lips. Bouncing his meaty thighs, running your cunt ragged with each rough drag down his loose, ripped jeans.Â
Once. Twice. Again and again- until Gojoâs clawing a hand on the side of your glissading hips to stop your slobbering cunt from darting too far away from him. You squeal, âW-wait, ohh ngh- Satoru, mânot gonna last like thisââ
The dual stimulation was just rendering you stupid, twitching on top of Getoâs lap each time heâs scraping your pussy down to ride his tattooed thighs. Every bounce leaves you recoiling right back into Gojoâs mouth, mouth watering at the rovering push of his tongue entering you. And out. In and out-
âGood.â Thwack! Spanking one of his emblem rings down on your clit, âBecause I think mâgetting impatient here. Iâve been waiting for ages, after all.â
âA-ages?â
âMhmâ oh, you have noooo idea, gorgeous.â Drawling out, Getoâs driving you crazy with the twist of his hips angling you properly.Â
Making it just so that your pussylips spread wiiide open to ride his leg like you were pouring your sheeny slick out all over it. Just so that Gojoâs angular tongue can sharply strike near your g-spot, just so that youâre cumming before you know it.
It runs you over in a sudden wave, and before you know it- youâre simply seeing pure white. âO-oh my god. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, mâcummingââ Glassed irises running cartoonish circles inside the whites of your eyes with each swivel.Â
Head falling forwards into the crook of Getoâs neck, hips planted firmly on Gojoâs face - exactly where he wanted it.Â
And heâs lavishing his tongue allll over your quivering pussy, dragginâ out each spike of your high with a stretching thrust. âOh- oh, mâfucking starved, princess. Like that, cum- cum on my ngh- tongue. My tongue.â Dilated blue eyes blinking up drunkenly, âMy tongue only.â
Geto raises a dark brow, âYours only?â
Gojo pipes up with a glistening grin, slapping away Getoâs tugginâ fingerpads to suckle on your clit like a sweetened piece of candy. âYeah. Too fucking late now, arenât you?â
Chilling spheroid tongue piercing licking down your salivating lips, âYou sure?â
âPositive.â
Almost in response, Gojoâs wrapping his beefy forearms back around your inner thighs. Planting your overstimulated cunt even deeper across his mouth, digging his glasses back into his straight nosebridge - it didnât matter if Gojo would suffocate if it meant he could go out with the syrupy taste of your slick drivelling down the sides of his mouth.
But Geto only coos, looking down at the other man through his inky locks. âDonât be like thatâ didnât all your books ever teach you about sharing?âÂ
âMânot sharing my girlâs pussy.â
âMhm?â
It was a challenge.Â
And both treated it as such.
Youâre being tugged âround in the middle like some boneless ragdoll, the hazy state of your mind spinning once Geto stands up. For a split-second.Â
And seats you down all prettily on the armchair he was in, with your legs splayed wiiiide open with a deafening wet squelch of your pussy. Gojoâs coral pink lips parting into a soft oh! when the other man kneels down right beside him on the ground - both of them on their knees for you.
Both of them latching onto one of your legs with pawing hands, nudging them further open to accommodate their hulking sizes. To accommodate the way that both Geto and Gojo tackle themselves down to eat your drippinâ pussy at the same time.
Again.Â
âH-hold on- both of you- oh, mmm, fuck.â And you canât do anything but cling your clammy palms onto both of their heads. âI donât know if I even can hck! cum again so soon.â
âYou will, princess.â
âWeâll make sure of it.â
Gojo on your left, Geto on your right- theyâre flopping out two lengthy pinkish tongues between your trembling thighs. Sloshing against each other, fighting against each other, each of their pretty features plastered upon the inner side of each leg.Â
And where Gojo was eager, Geto was teasing. He was mean- lining the slick slit of your cunt with looooong, tender glides. He snickers once heâs feeling the other man impatiently thrust into your hole, âMmmâfuck! Sweeter than I ever imagined.â
âI know.â Gojoâs snowy brows knit, chin polishing with ribbons of your juices each time he nodded his head down to shove past your first tight ring of muscle. Pumping you full. Beading your every nook and cranny with a thorough probe of his tastebuds, âAnd sheâs my hah- miss valedictorian- isnât that right, princess?â
âY-youâre both acting so- hck!â Itâs a wonder you even could speak with how much they were ruining your damn pussy. â-ch-childish- fuck.â
Lapping up every dribbling ounce of slick you gave off, licking into every and any spot on you that they could scour. And you were so much extra aroused now, a pure translucent waterfall sticking down the fronts of their chins with every too-sensitive touch.
Hell, youâre blinking your watery eyes down to watch the way that Gojoâs thumbing apart your swollen folds just so that he could plunge his tongue inside deeper. Faster.Â
Sloppier.Â
Slipping over each other, chins knocking, greedy.
With the rawest, loudest squeeelchâ! Geto lingers his piercing over your clit, taking full claim with the way heâs sucking. âShe might be your âmiss valedictorianâ...â Groaning, youâre feeling his glinting canines bite down once on the nearby flesh of your thigh, and then twice on your oversensitive clit - enough to leave a slight mark. â-but sheâs my pipsqueak. So if I wanna taste, mâgetting it. Isnât that riiightâ?âÂ
THWACK!
Spanking your clit just so youâre crying out-
âSâwhat I thought.â Geto hums.
And thatâs exactly what he was doing - what they both were doing.
Two soppily wet tastebuds rubbinâ your pussy all over until you were oversensitive, and the way theyâre fighting to see who occupies the most of your sweet, sweet cunt is just animal.
Gojo pushinâ his face deeper until the line of his glasses left bright red marks on his flushed face, Geto instead moving you- gluing a palm on the side of your hips and jerking you to him.
âO-oh nghhh it feels shoooo good-â Youâre slurring, so stimulated that your hands wrestle for purchase on the chairâs cushion each time youâre throwing your head back and bucking up, up, up.Â
âGood? Good, gorgeousâ?â
âMhmââ
Cunt throbbing oh-so-badly at every slash of their tongue, the way that Geto grips a hand onto the back of Gojoâs head to guide him into your favorite spots. Nudging your earliest bundles of nerves with his probinâ, thumping tastebuds.
Your breath catches with a sob within your clogged throat at the sight of Geto usinâ that tight leverage to tilt Gojoâs head ever-so-slightly so that their tongues meet each other.Â
Filthy oodles of saliva watering over the edge of the other manâs tongue as he moans, Getoâs grinning when heâs kissing both your sappy cunt and him. âDonâtcha even know how ta properly eat a girl out, nerd?â
âI-I do-â
âSpit.â
âWhat?â
âSpit.â
In a sultry split-second, your already drenched pussy is being swamped by two steady streams of saliva. Spitting. Getoâs tongue everywhere, he sucks on your perked clit while Gojo back takes over sinking his honed muscle inside your gummy walls. âTch, sâthat all you got, Suguru? You clearly donât even know the nghh- benefits of stimulating her adventitia-â
âThatâs not shit, what youâve gotta do is- hahh-â Geto departs a sweltering hot gust of breath, letting Gojoâs curling pink tongue thrash inside your pussy while he snagged three ringed fingers on your rim and push-push-puuuushes inside. â-stretch her pretty lilâ cunt wiiiide open.â
âF-fuuck why is it so bigââ Youâre whining, crying. Legs hooking over both their shoulders to bring them together. The sheer scrape of Getoâs metallic rings against your sweet spots makes you see stars, âDonât think mâgonna last longâŠâ
âC-close, huh?â Gojo drags out through a breathy tone - and thereâs something higher-pitched in his tone, something that almost sounded gone. Such a primal tinge to his tone, heâs nuzzling his nose against your clit and making such a mess.Â
Geto grunts, rosy lips pulling back into a snarling grin by the time he gives you one-two-three sloppy strokes. Reaching for the plush area of your g-spot âWhat did I say? Gotta stretch her reeeal big so she can take me-â Hitting it - hard. â-isnât that right, pretty lady?â
He wasnât even talking to you at this point - just your pussy. And you swear youâre feeling the pointed nib of even Gojoâs falter slightly on your clit as he speaks.
Squelch after squelch, theyâre both pulling out of you when youâre only growing wetter. The tips of your toes curling inwards as youâre feeling your tummy spark near familiar bliss, âS-Suguâ!â
THWACK!
The stinging noise rings out before youâre even feeling the burning ache, the way that Getoâs firm fingerpads stick to your plump cunt in a sharp swat. Him snickering, âSee?â
âYouâre insane.â Gojo titters back, prattling.Â
âYouâve no idea how long Iâve waited for ngh- this, nerd.â Ever since he first met you that fateful orientation day, in fact. Tongue piercing tickling your clit, fighting Gojoâs tongue for purchase. âHave no- fucking- clue-â
âDonât give a fuck-â And he didnât - really, really didnât. The glasses-clad man doesnât think he could even register anything other than the streaming sap your cunt was gushing out onto his tongue, and the way your hole quivered in that way that told him you were close. Again. âJust wanâ you to cum on my t-tongue, princess.â
âHeh- youâre better like this, Toru.â
âShut up and cum.â
Long, ivory bangs soft against the bottom of your tummy with how close heâs diving himself nose-deep. More. Gojo ruts against the cushion of the armchair, knees dragging against the carpet as heâs lunging even further- and he doesnât even notice.Â
âEasy there, gonna suffocate-â
You run your hands through his sweaty scalp, breath heightening. âYeah, you ngh- okay?â
Grunting at the texture of Getoâs own tongue, âMmmmâ no.â Gojoâs classes are completely fogged-up at this point, and heâs only clashing them further. Adding one of his own lengthy fingers past your hole so that he can pump furiously. Both their hands so dexterous. âMuscularis contracting- ngh, even more leukorrhea- wet. Gonna cum- gonna cum gonna cumââ
And thatâs exactly all it takes - the slightest, tiniest bend of Gojoâs stifling digits thumping your g-spot in carnal unison with Getoâs ringed ones, and then youâre reaching your orgasm. For the second time.
Hips fully wrenching off of the dampened chair cushions to push your two boys with a generous mouthful of your candied pussy- one theyâre salivating over gratefully. Repeatedly targeting your favorite spots with their fingers, maws further agape, eyes rolling to the back of their heads.
You can only hit your chin against your chest to take in the lewd, lewd sight of being eaten out by both Gojo and Geto. âSh-shiiitââ Cheeks wet with tears, âNever cum like this- ngh, itâs so- oh.â
âPlease- thatâs it, use me.â Gojo recants back, giving his features up for you to conduct such long, slobbering drags. âUse me, princess- ngh- mâfucking starved. Ohhh, fucking love this pussy. Mâgonna eat you out for the rest of my life, miss valedictorian.â
Smirking, Geto pins your gyratinâ hips down and watches as Gojo blindly whines. Chasing the taste of your cunt just so he can lap you through your wet high. âHeh- youâre damn pussydrunk, nerd.â Turning to you with hooded eyes, your best friendâs making sure he murmurs this into your overstimulated pussy. âAnd youâre dumbified, my cute lilâ pipsqueak.â
Though, itâs not like he was any better.
But before Getoâs forced to bite down on his lower lip and bite back pure whimpers at the oversaturation of your taste, he pulls away.
Painfully, with a final sopping thwack! of his palm coming down to strike your cunt. Your eyes are just barely open enough to make out the fuzzy shapes of Geto pulling Gojo backwards, too, with a hand at his throat.Â
Watching as his lips detach from your pussy with a wet plop! strings of slick scattering all over his maw. Watching as his neat glasses stick to your pussy nâ he has to manually smear them back up his nosebridge, âOi- the fuck do you think youâre doing, punk?â
âWell, you can make out with her pussy all you want, nerd.â Getoâs piercings glint as he pinches his index and thumb into a circle. Sticking his tongue lewdly between that hole, âI wanna fuck it.â
âOhâŠâ You can only ogle unabashedly once the two make quick work of discarding your top nâ bra, then their own clothes - Gojoâs two layers of vests, his formal pants, and Getoâs torn band t-shirt and washed jeans. All in a pile somewhere by your throne of an armchair.Â
They couldnât be more different.
And that went for their hot, rock-hard cocks, too - where Gojo was longer, Geto was thicker.Â
Both oh-so-massive that it has your thighs clenching in both fear and anticipation, you canât help but stare at the way that Gojo was so fuckinâ red that the bulging end of his shaft looked like strawberry. And just as thick, heâs glazing himself with so many layers of slick pre that fall down his lengthy member.Â
And Geto- oh, Getoâs was the sexiest tannish pink at his tip. Covered with so many puffy veins that youâre almost missing the line of a few silver barbells lining his fat shaft. A Jacobâs Ladder piercing - with a studded Prince Albertâs at the very bottom of his thoroughly flared tip.Â
Where Gojoâs cock was utterly pretty and made your cunt water, Getoâs looked like he was about to positively ruin you.
âHeh, thatâs cute.â Your best friend croons, catching both your gaped staring. Gojo quickly snaps himself out of it, hands reaching for your open thighs to-
âAh ah, dibs.â Geto slaps his hand away, and it takes him only a second to pick you up as if you were weightless. All carried in his broad arms - his shoulders were so muscular - to the nearby bedroom and lay you flat on the bouncy mattress.Â
Hovering over you, you take the opportunity to mindlessly gawk at him in a way you didnât allow yourself to before. Everything from the sinful silver piercings that punctured his rosy nipples, to the stark black dragon tattooed across his back and down to his hips- and wait.
Your eyes damn near pop out of your head- right on the left side of his prominent v-lineâŠwas thatâŠa tattoo of your first initial?Â
Geto catches the beeline of your eyesight and muses, âGot it in secret honor of my- ah, best friend.â Leaning in, âNâ youâre gonna feel it reeeal up close and personal now, best friend.â
Gojo calls out as he follows inside, âOi- first come first haaaah- serve. Isnât that right, princess?âÂ
Before you can answer, Geto cuts in- âThen, Iâm first-â Shoving the other man slightly, fighting for who gets the first touch of your pussy on their aching cocks. Getoâs cleanly pushes your boneless body onto all fours, stood by the edge of his bed. â-because you were my gorgeous girl first, riiiightâ?â
âO-ohâ! Yes- I mean no- I meanâŠâ Youâre yelping the very instant his cold, orbed piercing runs lazily down your slit from behind. And you whimper as the bed dips with a creak, revealing Gojo in all his needy glory - pale thighs parted about the length of your head, so towering where he was starinâ down at you through his thick glasses.Â
âYa hear that, nerd?â
Gojo rolls his eyes, one hand smearing the plump pinkish curvature of his cock between your glossed lips. âTch- my princess disagreed. Clearly.â
With a cackle, Geto slobbers his drooling mushroom tip down your folds- making sure that Gojoâs ears burn at the lecherous squeeelch-! thatâs sounding out once he does. And you swear youâre seeing fucking stars by the time that he manspreads his sculpted thighs part and presses his thick circumference inâ
âShit- shit shit shitââ Youâve never been so stretched, and the utter fuckinâ girth of his circumference makes your eyes tear up pathetically. âHow are you so bi- mmmpf!â
If you thought that stretch between your shaky, sheened legs was incredible- then you absolutely werenât ready for the way that Gojoâs barging his prolonged cock right between your gawking mouth. Filling up your hot gummy maw with a few solid inches of his length, he wasnât even bottomed-out yet, and you swear you could already feel him at your throat.
âEasy there, pipsqueak. Eeeasy does it.â Geto croaks out from behind you, shuffling his toned hips ever-so-slightly closer. Just the merest deepening entrance enough to make you salivate.
âShiiiit- dunno whoâs glands are l-leaking more- â Gojo hisses, heavy lids flapping at the feeling of your treacly saliva gluing against the underside of his shaft. âYour pretty mouth, or your cuntâŠâ
And you didnât know either- hell, you couldnât even think at this point.
It was just rendering you so dumb having both your slick orifices plugged up, Getoâs tattooed hips relentlessly pushing in half-thrusts from behind. Gojo clawing on top of your clammy crown and nudging your lolling head down furtherâ
Managing to somehow muffle out, âNgh- hck- so mm-muchââÂ
âYeahhh, as you like it, g-gorgeous.â Something in Getoâs voice shatters the very moment heâs able to slip his rigid cockhead in nâ swab your entrance with the point of his piercing.Â
Usinâ it like some cute lilâ searchlight as heâs pressing the cold metal against the sides of your stretchy walls, scouring down each side of your pussy for that spot of your nerves. The rub of his Jacobâs Ladder was mind-numbing, miniscule knobbled barbells poking tender crevices you didnât even know existed. âWant you and this ngh- p-pretty lady right here nice nâ- happy- and-â
Each word was punctuated by the most probing thrust of Getoâs powerful hips, easing the measurement of his cock inside you with the sloppiest noises.Â
Damn near muffling out your shrills when his pure pressure forces you forwards to pump even more of Gojoâs leaking shaft down your relaxed throat. Deeper. Harder.Â
âAnd taking- this-â With a hand on your hips, Geto reels you in- only for Gojo to scramble a grip on your throat and keep you with him. A tug-of-war. Pushing. Pulling.Â
And the only thing that both can think to do is urge their capped knees closer to you on the bed and split you wiiiide open-
â-biiiig stretch.â Geto finishes off.
Just as he bottoms out inside of your sweltering cunt, your initial kissinâ your skin, just as Gojo scratches the edge of your nose on his tufted white happy trail.
Both of them.
And theyâre not wasting a single second - not even a split-second.Â
Because once your hot, clenchinâ holes have greedily swallowed up both of them, theyâre rutting their hips back and half-thrusting. Not even fully- just half just to feel your heat, the sweet softness of you.
âFuh-fuck, your buccal mucosa just feels sooo ngh-â Gojoâs babbling away, neck still held deftly within his fingers as heâs swervinâ his hips back to dab the very back of your throat with the fleshy circle of your tip. âTh-think Iâm hitting all the way at your ngh- palate-â
Geto rolls his hazed eyes, tugging your hips back to strike your ass cheeks against his toned v-line. Hard enough that your mouth leaves Gojoâs bulbous tip with a pop! âDâyou always needa talk like ngh- that, nerd?â
âDo you always need to be s-so filthy, punk?â The other man snarls, tempting his hips closer so that youâre almost squished between the two.
âMmmââ Geto pretends to think, tapping the point of his chin with one hand, whilst the other smears your ass cheeks open to take a vulgar look at your cunt from behind. And he doesnât answer- not at first, what heâs doing is spitting a cool wad of saliva that darts straightly down to your slit. âHell yeah.â
With a roll of his shoulders, heâs thrashing the globular ends of his reddened, swollen shaft into your deepest depths. And it feels like youâre just melting around him, âSo shut up and fuck, nerd.â
And Gojo Satoru was always first in class - if you werenât, that is - you think he ever needed to be told anything twice?
Nibbling onto his pouty lower lip, Gojo darts one of his carnally itching fingerpads up and squeezes your flared nostrils - already rubbed raw by the massage of his ivory, curly hair.Â
Giggling something drunken as you sputter and choke on his throbbing shaft, âFuck nnngh- youâre a dirty fucking girl, miss valedictorian-â He hisses, heâs spitting through clenched teeth every time the bumpy texture of your tastebuds were rovering down his tender underside.Â
Were latching onto the pulsating lines of his veins, and making him groan. Heavy, pink balls tighening each time they strike-strike-strike your chin, âS-sooo much better with my hah- fat fuckinâ cock stuck between those lips.â
Whining, you couldnât even pant out in wailing gasps each time Getoâs bulbous piercings were crazing your bubblegum walls like a ladder. âF- mm fuck y-â
Squeezing your nose even tighter- âFuck me?â Gojo titters out from above, and itâs almost humiliating the way he blushes as he looks down at you above his pecs, flexing core rippling with each hasty jackhammer.
Mean. His mouth was so mean, and the way his thumb drifts down the forefront of your throat, feeling for that bulge where his cock was driving was even meaner.Â
He could feel himself. Feel you taking him. âY-youâre the one being fucked right now, princess.âÂ
âMhmâ and by me.â And the very second that Gojo lets your nose free to breathe, Geto snakes his clit down to pinch your sopping wet clit.Â
âNo- yes! Please-â Youâre mewling, âClose- I-Iâm so close- ngh-â
Your best friend leans in so close to whisper against the shell of your ear; letting his tattooed pecs glue to your back, lengthy locks tickling the arch of your sweaty spine. Holding on close. Hard. âNo? Close? Make up your mind.â
You can only spit through an open mawââNo- yes- fuuuuck m-more.â
Absolutely ruined, and neither of them have ever seen you like this.
âH-her nucleus accumbens is going into overdrive-â Gojo sputters out, and youâre starinâ through your teary lashes at the cute way his condensation-filled glasses slip down his nose with each battering ram of his ravaged cock. âWhich- hck! which means decreased activity in the cerebral cortex and- and it meansâŠâ
âSpit it out, nerd.â
âSheâs close.â
âHaaah- coulda told you ngh- that.â And, truly, youâre squeezing your pretty bubblegum walls âround him so tight that itâs almost hard for Geto to pull back and forth in repeated thrusts. âGonna cum fâme, pipsqueak? Câmon cooome on- let your best friend hah- fill you up, would you?â
Youâre whining, âPlease-â Heard sparking with whatever jumbled mess that Gojo had talked about and you couldnât even begin to make sense right now. âClose- gonna- ngh-â
âWait- youâre cumming inside fir- fuck!â Gojo gapes, only to hunch his washboard abs forwards and drive into you at the flick of your velvety tongue on his sensitive slit - his favorite. Only to cum- and the sight of you gulping down his milky mess, letting it dribble all down your bobbing throat was so sexy that Geto canât help but lose it, too.Â
Shit- that was fast. Faster than heâd ever been with your panties snugly wrapping his cock and your photograph in hand - but your quivering, wet pussy just felt so good that heâs squelching out his orgasm once heâs feeling yours.
Long, ribbony bouts of seed that were just scalding puddling at the bottom of your pussy- you swear youâre feeling it slosh about inside of you with each tiny motion. Splashing inside your mouth.
All for you to swallow.Â
All three at once, you didnât even think you could cum again before Getoâs giving you a carnal pinch to your clit. âCumâingâ ngh.â Youâre heavily gulping the ivory sap that glazes your tongue, eyes rolling back in utterly stupid bliss. âPlease- oh.â
âNo one taught you not to talk with your- haaah- mouth full, hm?â The man above you gruffs out through a dry gasp, hips sloppy. Chest heaving. Ringed, sticky digits twitching. âNo one-â His breath hitches as heâs feeling your unsteady hips sliiide off of his pummeling cock, âOh, whereâd you think youâre going?â
âNononono- no-â Gojo snarls, properly bearing his glinting canines like he was more animal than man right about now. Tugginâ you back with the hand bruising your throat, âIf mâfucking your creampie then I get to ngh- have her to myself a bit. Open.â
Breathless, youâre lolling out your tongue and gazing up at the way the towering manâs eyes widen at the lack of anything in your mouth. The way youâd swallowed it all. âMâgonna have so much fun this time.â
WaitâŠyour eyes widen. Still jolting bodily with sparking bouts of electricity, your third - was that even the correct number - orgasm wasnât even bating before theyâre talking about the next.
Unaffected, Geto only rolls his eyes- and his fingers over your drivelling slit. Practically turned into a waterfall of his buttery white cum, making you pull off of Gojoâs cock with a hiss at his rude fingertips. âOh, shut it.âÂ
Before either of you can blink- before you can even breathe, your best friendâs stuffing your breaths all the way back into your screaming lungs.Â
All by sticking his cum-glazed finger inside your mouth, swirlinâ that creamy polish into your deepest crannies. âHmâŠyou, too.â And in mere nanoseconds, Geto has his white syrupy fingerpads stuffed inside Gojoâs mouth.Â
âWhat- mmpfââ Your mouthy academic rival just looks so pretty with thick fingers plunged between his spit-glittered lips. Pale brows scrunching together, face red-hot, a thin line of cum trickling slowly down the side of his suckling mouth.
And itâs enough so that your ravenous hips start lurching down the expanse of Getoâs cock- as if to milk him for more.Â
âHehhhâ?â Heâs grinning through his shaggy raven strands at your motions, pulling back his fingers with a squelch. âWhat a filthy girl- stuffed you with so much cum youâre over ngh- overspilling, and you still wanâ more?âÂ
With only your cutesy babbles for an answer, youâre feeling him straighten his muscular core up to face Gojo even more. âSo, you either fuck her wâmy cum inside- or, watch as I fill her up with s-so much of my cum she canât not feel it inside-â
âShut up nâ let me fuck my girl, punk.â
âMmâ thatâs not having the hah- reaction you want, nerd.â As if to prove his point, Getoâs gleaming cock twitches when heâs easing out of you with a raw slurp. Slowly, but surely, he takes his sweet, sweet time to remind you of the pattern of piercings lining his frenulum. âOur girl, you mean.â
Youâre swearing heâs only getting even bigger at the sight of you- draped across Gojoâs thoroughly sculpted front not even a moment later. Your cunt frosted white with his own cum, Gojoâs bulbous mushroom tip bulging your pussylips wiiide open. Impatient.
âOh.â Geto manages to pant out.
Just barely lets himself even breathe before heâs dropping further down the protesting bedsprings, all the way until his hot breaths breeze across your oversensitive pussy in a lilâ âhello.â
Grunting, Gojo tugs your chin back over to face him - resting flatly on his back so youâre trembling nâ limp on his abs.Â
âMmmâ hello, princess.â Heâs crooning out with his deep, rasping voice. And you answer with a whimper of your own at the sexy feeling of his core flexing underneath you, pecs all bouncy in the way they had no right to be.
He was so big - both of them were, Gojo being taller where Geto was broader.Â
Yet, both numerous inches over six feet and sandwiching you with their chiseled weights as youâre settling on top of Gojo. Cushioned over his broad, flushed chest, you feel him cup your sweaty cheek, âHeh, d-donât think you can be valedictorian like this.â
Youâre marrying your brows in what looked like such adorable annoyance to his half-lidded eyes. âMmmâhow are you gonna say that when hck! youâre the one that got pussydru- oh, fuck.â
Fuck, and then youâre promptly shut up by Getoâs tongue slithering slimily between the folds of your pussy. Letting his curly tip lap up every wadded ounce of cum overspilling out of you, âOh, donât stop on mmm- my accounts. Always so cute when yer mad, pipsqueak.â
âI was thinking more hotââ Gojoâs moaning out, bucking- and he was still so rock-hard. So needy that just the slightest slip nâ slide across your outer pussy makes him rut- âFuck.â
And it makes him sink inside, just the slightest push of his thick, rotund crown. Your filthy hole plugs up with his strawberry-pink tip and youâre finding yourself gasping.
âNot gonna help me clean up, nerd?â
âSh-shut the fuck up-â Gojoâs scrunching his brows until heâs feeling dizzy- or maybe that was just the sopping, soft feeling of your pussy. Opening up such a primal part of him once heâs listening to the swampy noises being pulled out, âHer pussy- o-ohhh this pussyâŠyour adventitia stretches so, the way youâre- I canâtâŠâ
Youâd made one of the smartest, most eloquent men on campus speechless.Â
âAnd you call me filthy.â Geto chuckles darkly from behind you, still not stopping. Still letting the pierced muscle of his tongue swirl right near your entrance, each solid inch that Gojo was bullying inside made you leak onto his tastebuds with a splat!
Filthy.
Absolutely filthy. You couldnât even begin to describe the sensation when Gojoâs starting to pick up his pace- to start driving his hips in a back nâ forth that only lets him pound you with half-thrusts.
Shaft so plump that it wonât even fit- heâs arching his slam-reddened hips up from the mattress to push and push and push. âSâmy turn now- my- hck! gonna take this fucking cock, right, princess?â Gojo strangles out, âRight- right?â
Voice pitching higher, unsteadily cracking.
He canât stop himself from firmly planting his two feet spread further just so he can cling onto your hips and gift you direct slams. Deeper.Â
âPlease- s-so biiigâ will it even fit.â
Gojo shoots a prideful glance down at Geto, who only thumbs apart your bruised nâ battered pussylips with a smirk. âOf course, it will.â And youâre jolting at the burning sensation of his ringed thumb pushing inside of your wet hole, just to stretch you out even wider for Gojo.Â
THWACK!
Heâs tittering meanly as the little spank leaves you leaking from the sides of your stretched-out hole, a little trail of creamy white for him to lick down. Frigid orb of his piercing just lightly skimming Gojoâs own tender shaft, âIf youâre good that is, gorgeous.â
âYeah- yeah.â Gojoâs panting out, so drunk on the sappy texture. He felt like your elastic walls were just molding to his exact size, so tight nâ warm. âWhy donâtcha count for me, miss valedictorian?â
âC-count? Satoru, what do you- oh.â
Oh was right- by the way the inches of his cock flinched inside of you. He wanted you to count how many inches he was - and you swear you hear even Geto hum in interest from behind.Â
Smirking to himself, oh, heâs got his mouth open to drool and make such a mess as Gojo starts stirrinâ your dewy insides with the ragged lines of his veins. Pulling back all the way until his rounded cockhead stretches your entrance, âOne- câmon, one.â
âO-one-â Youâre echoing out after Gojo- but oh, even that was a fucking feat. Especially with Getoâs twirling tongue piercing rubbinâ all over your overstuffed slit. Hiccuping, âTwo-â
âMhmâ?â
âThree- ngh- five.â
Geto snickers, âDoes five come after three?â
âHeh, not so smart now, huh?â Gojo lazes his tongue out for you to suckle on whilst you quietly sob at the utter size of him, he just kept going and going. Like it was never-ending, Gojoâs pretty pink girth kisses the very area of your g-spot without even trying-Â
âThen just shut up and fuck me, Toru- oh.â
He does. Oh, you think Gojo could ever deny you?
Bottoming out with an angry jackhammer, âTenâ!â You find yourself throwing your head back with a keen, feeling that shuddering thump of his weepy shaft strike the back of your cervix. Hard. With ten solid, throbbing inches somehow shovelled inside of you, youâre bucking backwards in figure-eights, âTen- ten ten ten- please-â
âMmm, my turn, pipsqueak.â
Stupidly, your maw splits open with a gush of saliva- âH-huh?â
âYou heard me- heh, or are you that fucked out, already?â Geto was just so mean, taking his sensual time to finish drinking up the salted caramel taste of his gooey cum dripping out of you. Until you were all niiiice and clean.
Gojo gives you another few repeated whacks to your most tender spots, almost like he was staking his claim. Eyes narrowed through slimy, slick-sprayed glasses, âOi- you already got your turn.â
âYeah nâ now mâfucking hard again.â Rolling his lavender eyes, Geto tuts at the impatient, sloppy way Gojo was fucking into you. âMake yerself useful and open her pretty legs a little wider.â
Grumbling, youâre oh-so-shocked to find that Gojo Satoru actually does what heâs told.Â
âYou hafta teach me how to do that-â Youâre jesting, only to get punished with another merciless bruise gliding down your cervix.
âHahhh- yeahhh, you know it.â Your best friend nods down at you, âThatâs it. Now arch those hips up fâme now.â
Something like a territorial growl rips from the back of Gojoâs throat as he feels Geto hover onto his knees from behind. Leaning forwards until his silky, Stygian hair fell like a curtain around you two. âNow, wanâ you to count again- both of you.â
Both?
Evidently, the same thing is registering in Gojoâs mind because he squawks- âB-both?â
âYa heard me.â Turning your head over your shoulder, youâre noticing that thereâs something devilish glinting within Getoâs priggish smile. With a tilt of his head heâs pushing his plump cockhead to kiss the entrance to your cunt. Your already-full entrance. âCount. And mânot talking about how many inches.â
You whine, âThen what do you expect us t-toâŠâ
Oh, and then youâre getting it. And Gojo is, too.
Because in that instant, Getoâs drawing that cold, circular piercing of his slit along the outside of your pussy folds. The down Gojoâs shaft, then slipping it inside-
âOne- ohhh-fuck!â It comes tumbling out of your mouth before you can control yourself, and your hips are gyrating back crazily to chase the incredible stretch of a second thick cock entering you. Struggling to. Aching to. âOne, nghâ Sugu, please.â
âAtta giiiirl-â Geto coos, the long locks of his bangs flying as he turns his head to Gojo. âYer falling behind, nerd.â
ââŠâ
With a tut, heâs rolling his hips, âCome on-â
âOh-â Comes out that pretty, pretty gasp from the edges of your spit-glossed lips. Feeling the cold line of Getoâs second piercing - his Jacobâs Ladder, this time - just grazing the treacly base of your pussy. âT-twoâŠ?â
âTwo.â Gojo spits out, in reluctant unison with you as that chilling metal touches his fragile shaft- and he hates to admit that it just made his mouth water.
âTheeere we go.â
With one hand groping the backs of your thighs to stretch you out wiiide open for him, and the other rovering underneath your tummy to feel you bulge with two monstrous cocks- Geto sinks his way inside.Â
Twitching his red, flared tip upwards to bash the roof of your channel once the both of your two below him start babbling in sync- âTh-three. Four. Five?â
Letting his back arch so sensually at the slip nâ slide of your velvety walls, âFuck.â He has to fight to not throw his head back stupidly, because shit- watching your cute circular hole get stretched out so tightly was fucking heaven to see. âCâmon-â Each word, each breath punctuated by a mindless rut to squeeze inside. âCâmon câmon câmon-â
âW-will it even fit, Suguâ?â
âOf course it will, pipsqueak.â
âAs if, punk.â
Geto raises a dark brow in challenge, âHeh- you speak- what- five languages and pussy isnât one of them?â
Face burning red, Gojo only tilts his head down until his bangs cover up most of his face. Enough of playing patience, enough of humping you like some dog in heat- heâs perking his hips up and dragging them in tandem with Getoâs- who only seems to be enjoying the music of your pretty squelches.Â
âMmmâ see?â Oh, those lecherous noises were only spurring him on. The double penetration makes you slurp as if you were greedily gobbling him whole, and Geto just canât stop smiling. âOtherwise youâd know that sheâs just cryyyyyying for-â Bottoming out, initial tattoo gluing to your skin. â-both.â
You gasp, âSuguru, you have six-â Just as he nuzzles his dark happy trail, fully sheathed inside of you and like he never wanted to pull out now. â-seven piercings?â
Seven piercings in all, one at the very tip scraping along your bubblegum walls, and the others massaging up nâ down Gojoâs length. âOnly for you, my girl.â
âMy girl, you mean.â It was a challenge.Â
And Geto takes the bait. âWell thenââ Purring out his sinful words, he leans over to restrain your gasping throat in a headlock. Big, beefy hands cutting off your airway- and Gojoâs dexterous fingers smushing your cheeks together embarrassingly, âTell us. Tell us who you want.â
It comes out a whine- and then a begââMore.â And youâre feeling the way that both men halt, as if your very voice had just shocked them into freezing. âM-more, I wanâ more- Toru- Sugu-â
Well, whatever you wantâŠyou get.
Itâs like somethingâs snapping- audibly, in later hours youâd realize that it was Getoâs aged bedframe, but right now youâre dazedly wondering whether it was the last remnant of their sanity.
Because in such precise unison, Geto pulls his cock nearly all the way out- enough for Gojoâs fattened length to take up every mass of space inside you and bludgeon all the way to the back of your pussy.Â
Reeling back, letting Geto nuzzle his startling metal piercings against your cervix- your walls. Back nâ forth back nâ forth- itâs like theyâre milking themselves on you.
So big that youâre being constantly pumped forwards with each of their thrusts. Being sandwiched between Gojoâs eagerly pumping strokes, and Gojoâs mean teasing.Â
The sheer carnal stretch was just so incredible that you cry out, âO-ohhh, fuck. H-how does it feel this good- sâlike youâre ngh- taking me from the- inside-â
âWe are takinâ you from the inside, silly girl.â Getoâs tittering out, oh, it was just so cute how cockdrunk you were for them that he just canât help but take extra sensually long to rub your g-spot raw with his Jacobâs Ladder. âTaking every inch of you, every spot, every pulse, everything inside this cunt.â
And thatâs when Gojo pipes up, pushing his thoroughly foggy glasses up his nosebridge. âA-according to my calculations with time nâ speed and- ngh, stretch, sâat least triple the- the pressure on your anterior wall and GrĂ€fenberg spot, princess.â
You can only look stupidly along down at the scorched blush covering his cheeks, a slim line of saliva drooling down the side of your chin that Gojo has the audacity to flop his tongue out and lap up.Â
âIn other wordsâŠâ Looking at you with such heady blue eyes- you swear youâve never seen him look more gone. Cherry-pink lips twitching as heâs folding them into a grin, âTwo is better than one.â
Geto chuckles from behind, âNow now, SatoruâŠdonât think our girl even ngh- understands that right now.â With the powerful headlock, heâs tugging you up to look at him instead.
And you donât think youâve seen either of them look so fucked-out. They werenât any better than you.
Eyes wide, mouths parted, blushed the exact same sappy shades of pink as their bulbous tips. Each thump grazing your g-spot just makes your pussy bulge with the sagging weight of them- enough so that you almost donât even hear Getoâs next few words.âMmâ heh, youâre sooo cockdrunk right now, pipsqueak. Whatâs two plus two?â
âT-two plusâŠâ Trailing off, you can only chase their two smashing lengths for more more more. Bawling out just as much as your dripping pussy was right now, âNgh- hck!â
âLook at you, miss valedictorian.â Gojoâs never looked more accomplished- not even during all those times heâd beaten you during a final or quiz.Â
Blowing the sweat-plastered white bangs out of his face, he croaks out- âSâthe only thing you know how t-to ngh-â Hissing at the ridges of Getoâs cock, the way it was just suuuuch a tight fuckinâ fit inside of you, he has to put extra pressure just to fuck up into you. â-t-take both our- cocks, huh?â
Geto drags out a lilâ âawâ, but there was nothing nice about the way he was starinâ down at you. âNow now, Satoru. We should ask-â And he times his slender hips just right, â-dâyou even know your own- hah- name?
âI- ngh- Iââ Itâs just so pitchy how youâre trilling out after each gash of Getoâs thick, split-ended tip. And Gojoâs- oh, Gojoâs was just rapid. Youâre feeling them both probe against your cervix at once, and shriekâ âClose- ngh- hah. Iâm gonna- ohh, Iâm gonna-â
âClose? Sâthat her name, Satoru?â
âSeems so, Suguru.â
Chortling, Getoâs sodden fingerpads find themselves moving from that tummy bulge of yours to your clit. Pinching. âThen, how hah- fitting that mâgonna make you cum, gorgeous.â
âNuh uh, Iâm gonna make her cum.â Gojo hisses- ah, there was that old challenge again. And both are taking it as such - determined to be the first to make you cum.
Gojo with his rapid, half-thrusts that bash your g-spot until youâre seeing stars. And then Geto with the filthily sensual rubs nâ dubs of his piercings that make you drool. Chasing that high. Ruining yourself.Â
Harder and harder- you didnât even know if you could cum again. But it only takes one-two-three more synchronized pumps straight into the deepest depths of your pussy for you to find out - you werenât just cumming. You were squirting.
Body shaking, eyes bawling by the end of it.
And by the looks of it, neither of the two were fully expecting that either.Â
Because Gojo gasps, he flushes- muscular pelvis hitting upwards into yours as he cums, too. Thick, ropey wads of seed that clog up the channel of your pussy, âSh-shit. Shit shit shit- sâtoo much.â
It really was, and it was pouring out of you in hot, ivory bucketloads. So much that you never even thought could be cooped up inside you.
And Geto? Oh, this was way more than heâd ever seen in his wildest dreams- you with your stinging lips chanting his name, and his. âSugu- Toru- cumming. Nghh fuck, mâcumming cumming cumming-â Hips sloshing over sparkly gushes of your slick with each bounce, still sucking him up soâ
âF-fuck.â If any of you were in a better state, youâd have wondered about the way that Getoâs voice pitches. Cracks. About the way his breath hitches when heâs noticing that heâs cumming dry.Â
Heart thumping in his throat, rouge lips wobbling. Itâs perhaps the first time that heâs officially lost for words, âI-IâmâŠâ Remembering that conversation you had back in the cafĂ© from what felt like years ago. Tongue parched, heaving- â-actually cummingâŠd-dry.â
âTold you.â Youâre shooting him an impish grin.
âJoin the club.â Gojo growls out- but thatâs not what heâs worried about right now. Not at all, his forearms nâ abs were all shiny with your juices- pushing in the wiry knots of cum that sprays out of you like a fountain. âInside- fuck, I need it inside, princess.â
Thighs trembling, you can only watch in speechless awe once Gojoâs taking up the job of webbing your pussy up with his leaking mess. Drawing an unsubtle S-A-T-O-R-U on your cunt all the while.
âSatoruâŠâ Youâre warning, throat alright tight with the feeling of Geto twitching-Â
Still rock-hard.
Still needy.
âW-wellâŠâ It takes him a few seconds to collect his fucking wits - absentmindedly, he dips the crowns of his fingers inside your creamy pussy and draws out his very own S-U-G-U-R-U on the forefront of your tummy, your womb.Â
Possessively, he bites down on the crook of your neck and it felt like you were being impaled by his snake bites. Burning once he guides one of your hands back to his v-line- to his tattoo of your initial. âYâknow what I love about ngh- science experiments, gorgeous?â
âWh-whatâŠ?â Youâre looking confusedly between him and Gojo- who apparently understands way before your cockdrunken mind does.
And so your nerdy rival grins with a push of his glasses. Bucking up, up, up- âThey have twenty-five trials.â
.
.
.
âOh my god- thrown to the wolves orâŠâ
âLook at those marksâcan barely even walk, is that Gojoâs doing-â
âWait- Getoâs right behind, and heâs so closeâŠyou donât think theyâre-â
Youâre fairly certain that a zoo could run through your lecture hall right now and no one would even notice. Not when theyâre oh-so-occupied ogling and pointing out at the bites across every inch of your skin, the hand marks peeking from underneath the hem of your shirt.Â
Hell, a few were even secretly recording- surely to send to the betting pool groupchat. And somewhere in the student body you swear you see Shoko exchange cash with Ijichi. Traitors!Â
Though, to be fair you did look ruined - no matter how much you tried to tug at your sleeves and douse yourself in foundation. Theyâd simply run you ragged last night, if the broken bed, two broken couches, and five noise complaints were anything to go by.Â
And it really didnât help that you had Gojo clinging onto one of your sides, and Geto dangling off of the other. Almost like they were stuck to you with adhesive.Â
They walked when you walked, they sat when you sat. And once youâre settled into your usual seat at the front row, surrounded by the two, you swear you hear Professor Yaga sigh something or the other about ânot being paid enough.â
âI swear-â You start to whisper to the two underneath your breath, âIf we make it out of this alive, Iâm killing the two of you.â
Geto smiles, picking at one of his heavy rings. âMmâ anything for you, gorgeous. A bit kinky, however, no?â
âHah-â Gojo only crosses his sweater-clad arms and leans back priggishly in his chair. âIâd like to see you fuckinâ try, miss valedictorian.â
Dear lord, what have you gotten yourself into?
But before you can open your mouth - or maybe stand up and run out of this hellscape of an exhibitionistic lecture altogether - a low, grouchy baritone drawls from the row right behind you.
And you donât know what youâre more surprised at - the fact that youâre still recognizing the voice of your ex-boyfriend, Sukuna, or the fact that a nationally-acclaimed student athlete like him was attending class when he usually never did.Â
âSoâŠâ Sukunaâs swole biceps bulge as he leans over his desk exactly behind you- and you didnât know whether it was the skin-tight boxing jacket with an emblazoned âSUKUNAâ or the fact that heâd gotten even bigger since your break-up. Everything from the meaty thighs damn near ripping through his sports shorts, to the way he seemed to take up two seats at once.Â
Obnoxiously, he hits the back of Gojoâs chair with his overly-long legs. âYou three fucked. Everyone knows.â
Gojo sputters.Â
Geto grins.
And you canât rip your eyes away from the sheer ripe curve of Sukunaâs tattooed pecs- coral pink hair still damp after training, athletic figure inching even closer as he smirks.Â
âI want in, ma.â
A/N. Slight Part 2 to this but can be read alone!! ALSO YâALL IâVE BEEN GETTING CALLED UNC HERE AND THERE TODAY I CANâT BELIEVE THISâŠ
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NO SAFE DISTANCE ââŠâ ushijima wakatoshi
synopsis âž ushijima has never been good at self-restraintâespecially not when it comes to you. but after one too many warnings from family and friends, he tries to take it easy on you. it doesnât take long for him to realize heâs absolutely terrible at it.
tags âž extremely rough sĂ©x, size kĂnk, breĂ©ding kĂnk, cĂșmplay, overstimĂșlation, obsĂ©ssive!ushijima, possessĂveness, mild somnĂłphilia, unrestrained libĂdo, degrĂĄdation, power imbalance, prĂmal play, impĂĄct play, creampĂe, implied dub-con, body worship, orĂĄl fixation, hair pĂșlling, edgĂng, forcĂ©d orgĂĄsm, dĂrty talking, markĂng, extreme sexĂșal tensĂon, objectifĂcation, free use(?)
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From the very first time Ushijima Wakatoshi saw you in high school, he was completely consumed by an overwhelming desire. You had a body built for sin - every lush curve and tantalizing swell crafted to turn men into drooling, subservient wrecks. Ushijima had never felt such an intense, primal craving to possess someone so thoroughly before.
He didn't bother trying to pursue you through conventional dating or courtship. The second he got you alone after volleyball practice, Ushijima wasted no time in pinning your smaller frame against the locker room wall and ravaging your mouth with hungry kisses. You melted instantly into his powerful embrace, whimpering as his calloused hands eagerly mapped every inch of your softness.
From that moment on, Ushijima was utterly addicted to having you. An insatiable hunger possessed him to constantly bend you over, hike up your skirt, and take you from behind in every public nook and cranny he could find on campus. His friends lost count of how many times they caught him rutting into you like a wild animal, his powerful hips jackhammering mercilessly as your cries of ecstasy echoed through the hallways.
"Damn 'Toshi, you're really putting that body to work!" They would joke breathlessly. "Just wait until after you put a ring on it - you'll never want to leave that!"
Ushijima merely grunted at their defeated prophecies, thoroughly convinced his sheer force of will would allow him to control his ravenous cravings once you were officially his bride. How laughably wrong he was...
Your wedding night in Bali lasted all of five seconds before Ushijima had you naked and screaming, impaled on his thick length as he took you like a lust-starved animal against the resort balcony doors. The entire honeymoon suite still reeks of your mingled scents and the obscene squelches of his cock ruining your soaked pussy for all other men. By the time you checked out a week later, the staff had to completely strip and discard the stained bedsheets you'd been ruthlessly bred upon day and night.
Two years later, and Ushijima's hunger to dominate and claim his wife's body has only grown more rapacious. He delights in keeping you perpetually stuffed full of his potent seed - bending you over at any opportunity to slake his thirst inside your abused holes. You've long since given up any notion of dignity or shame, instead reveling in your role as his cock-warmer cumdump, spread open and overflowing with his virile leavings every hour of the day.
Ushijima adored having you as his devoted, stay-at-home wife to ravage at his whim. From the moment he returned from practice or a game, you were expected to be awaiting him fully nude and presented, ready to be claimed like the obedient little bride you were. He loved seeing you in that submissive display - limbs splayed wantonly, glistening folds already dewy with arousal just from the thought of taking his thick cock again.
There was no need for clothes or modesty when Ushijima was home. Your flawless form was meant to be admired, worshipped, and thoroughly decorated with his possessive marks. He took immense satisfaction in ensuring your silky walls were never empty, always stuffed to overflowing with his potent seed. Ushijima would thoroughly breed you in every room of the house, delighting in your whimpers and tremors as he hilted himself balls-deep and flooded your quivering womb.
Despite his rough, animalistic claiming of your body, there was no denying the depth of Ushijima's love and adoration for you. In those moments after reaching his climax, he would gently gather you against his chest, raining tender kisses over your disheveled hair and face as he stroked your curves adoringly. You were his precious, beautiful wife - the only person who could inspire such paradoxical tenderness and ferocious passion within him.
However, something shifted after one particularly enthusiastic lovemaking session left you unable to walk for nearly a full day. Ushijima had carried your trembling, spent form to the bedroom and spent hours meticulously bathing you, replacing the sheets, and ensuring you were settled comfortably. Yet the sight of your listless, overstimulated state shook him deeply.
His teammates and even parents had begun remarking with more frequency about the dark circles under your eyes and how utterly depleted you seemed. "Give the poor woman a break, son," his father had chuckled, though there was a glint of concern. "Before you run her into the ground completely."
Ushijima knew they were right. As much as he treasured being able to take his wife whenever and however his formidable lust demanded, he was perhaps taking that privilege too far. You deserved to be cherished and rested, not treated as a glorified fleshlight to be used until you were an unresponsive, overstuffed mess.
So for the first time since your honeymoon, Ushijima made the difficult decision to give you a temporary reprieve from his implacable carnal urges.
At first, he'd felt confident he could control himself. How hard could it be to keep his hands off of you for a little while and allow you to recover? Ushijima was a man renowned for his incredible physical stamina and willpower on the volleyball court. Surely denying himself the intoxicating softness of your body would be simple in comparison.
He was dead wrong.
The first morning after instituting the hands-off policy, Ushijima awoke with you blissfully draped across his powerful frame in the usual naked tangle of limbs. Your bare breasts were pillowed enticingly against his chest, making his morning wood twitch traitorously against the scorching heat of your thighs.
Ushijima had to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut, fighting back the overpowering instinct to roll you onto your back and spear that soaked entrance smothering his arousal. He'd been waking up to this exact same scenario for two years, instantly burying himself to the hilt and reveling in your broken gasps as he staked his claim yet again. Just because you weren't feeling well didn't give him license to deny himself his usual indulgence of your body's splendors.
It took nearly an hour of careful, measured breathing for Ushijima's lust to finally subside enough that he could safely extract himself and leave for practice. The entire grueling commute, he could think of nothing but the way your legs had been obscenely parted, glistening arousal coating your pretty lips in anticipation of him taking what was his. He'd nearly swerved into oncoming traffic at the thought of you lying there waiting for him, to be stuffed and bred and marked with his possession yet again.
But Ushijima held firm in his conviction, somehow making it to the gym in relative control of his faculties. That iron restraint lasted all of five seconds once practice began and his blood started pumping hot and hard once more.
Teammate after teammate kept offering innocuous comments that felt like a savage gut-punch: "You look extra intense today, 'Toshi. Everything okay at home?"
His eye twitched at the innocent jest, visions of your sumptuous naked frame instinctively bent in offering filling his mind. Ushijima could practically smell the addictive, slightly musky aroma of your arousal clinging to the sheets he'd been forced to abandon. He grunted in response and merely intensified the ferocity of his drills.
If only his so-called friends knew the truth of what defined Ushijima's entire home existence â namely, burying his face and cock between your heavenly thighs at every opportunity. Using your pliant form as an infinite wellspring to quench his thirst and stake his claim over and over until you were nothing but a boneless, sobbing mess glazed inside and out with his seed.
The thought alone almost made Ushijima's knees buckle right there on the court. He was sweating, shaking, utterly consumed with the need to rush home and alleviate this rapidly building feverish pressure in his loins. You'd looked so perfect laying there that morning, every lush curve and glistening crevice begging for his reverence and possession.
But he'd robbed himself of that masculine privilege, however temporarily. Now Ushijima could only grit his teeth and endure the agonizing emptiness of being denied his sweet, slick accommodations as your husband. Of not being able to simply take you and use your body to slake his basest urgings whenever the need inevitably struck.
Even after the torturous morning waking up beside your nude form, Ushijima's day was far from over in terms of temptation and denial.
Upon returning home from practice, he was immediately assaulted by the soft sounds and enticing smells of you puttering around the kitchen preparing an early dinner. Ushijima felt his arousal spike anew, mouth watering not for the food but for the memories.
There was the island counter where he'd bent you over just last week, holes already soaked in anticipation as he mounted you from behind. He could vividly picture the way your fingernails had scrabbled for purchase, mewling pleas to "give it to me" falling on deaf ears as Ushijima simply took what he wanted with rough, claiming strokes.
You didn't even have to ask anymore - he would simply spread those luscious thighs and sheathe himself home whenever the whim struck. Your role as his doting wife was to remain constantly bred and aching around the thick bulge of his cock, no matter where or when he desired to rut.
Steam billowed from the oven as you inevitably bent over, back arched and ass presented in that same wanton offering Ushijima was intimately familiar with. Just a few days ago he'd had you bent at that same angle, slamming into your ripening pussy with abandon as his heavy balls smacked that perfect jiggling rump raw.
He could practically hear the vulgar squelch of his cock excavating your insides with each punishing stroke while you squealed and begged for "more, more!" That greedy, slurping cunt audibly protested each time he hilted himself fully, never satisfied until you were swollen and seeping his thick seed in obscene rivulets.
Ushijima's jaw clenched hard enough for his temples to throb sickeningly. You didn't even seem to register his presence, too focused on preparing a meal that would ultimately end up splattered across the messy kitchen once he reasserted his marital rights. He'd made it a personal mission to christen every possible surface of their home with your mingled fluids over the years.
That table you were idly wiping down? He could clearly make out the faint indentations your nails had worn into the lacquered wood from relentlessly clawing into it while he was rutting atop you hundreds of times before. Just picturing the way your head would loll back, mouth parted in fucked-out bliss as he pounded into your welcoming depths was enough to make his cock twitch needily.
The kitchen was far from the only location drenched in such lascivious memories, either. Ushijima's hungry gaze trailed over to the plush living room sofa where he'd taken to alternating between facefucking your spit-soaked throat and slapping his heavy sack against that pretty cunt until you were a delirious, choking mess. More times than he could count, you'd ended up splayed in a helpless tangle of limbs, wheezing as he pumped load after thick load directly into your convulsing womb.
That tightness would then be stuffed into whatever spare orifice remained - be it your gasping mouth or even your perfect, puckered little asshole begging to be reamed and seeded next. You were Ushijima's personal cumdump, built to be adorned with his creamy leavings inside and out until you were rendered a gooey, thoroughly ruined wreck of fucked satisfaction.
As the days crawled by in achingly slow torment, Ushijima could feel his grasp on sanity slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. The persistent ache in his groin had bloomed into an all-consuming inferno, singeing away every ounce of his once-vaunted restraint.
He tried valiantly to cling to rational thoughts - reminders that you were the love of his life, his precious wife who deserved to be cherished and appreciated rather than rutted into oblivion at his basest whims. Ushijima wasn't some feral beast incapable of controlling his formidable lust, no matter how heavenly your body's siren call might be.
But such lofty ideals were rapidly crumbling against the onslaught of vivid memories and temptation at every turn. Simply watching you go about the most mundane household tasks was enough to reduce Ushijima to a vibrating mass of desperation, obsessively recalling every decadent way he'd claimed you in that same setting before.
The living room where you idly straightened decorative cushions immediately morphed into a garishly pornographic tableau in his mind's eye. He could clearly envision the way you'd been splayed across that very couch, legs hoisted over his straining shoulders as he pumped into you with harsh, jolting strokes. The debauched rhythmic sounds of skin smacking wetly against skin, punctuated by your broken gasps and whimpers for more, more, harder, deeper...
Ushijima's hands curled into white-knuckled fists as he willed the sordid visions away, jaw clenched so tightly he could hear his bones creaking in protest. Get a grip, he chastised himself harshly. She's not some depraved cocksleeve put on this earth solely for your pleasure. He adored and cherished you deeply - had sworn binding vows before the heavens to love, honor, and respect your sanctity just as fiercely as you committed your heart and body to him.
Yet those noble convictions crumbled like a flimsy sandcastle under the raging tide of his basest impulses whenever you wandered within arm's reach. Ushijima could practically feel the scorching phantom grip of your silken walls clinging to his aching length as you bent at the waist to gather laundry or retrieve items from lower cabinets. The sight of your lush backside wiggling hypnotically immediately triggered his body's muscle memory - of mounting you from behind, hips already pistoning greedily as he stuffed himself balls-deep into that creamy paradise with a guttural groan.
You didn't even seem to register his heated stare, focused as you were on domestic chores. But in Ushijima's mind's eye, you were already whimpering and keening, insides convulsing with each rapturous thrust as he took his well-earned marital rights over and over without reprieve. He could practically smell the musky aroma of your compounded arousal permeating the air, begging him to shed the last threads of his tattered control.
The longer he was forced to endure this agonizing denial of relieving himself inside your body's heavenly accommodations, the more Ushijima's composure began to unravel. His hands felt perpetually clammy with suppressed longing, hard cock straining needfully with every subtle wiggle or bend of your lush feminine frame as you remained blissfully unaware of the tempest brewing within him.
It was only a matter of time, Ushijima knew, before this torturous drought finally reached its breaking point and he reasserted himself as your virile, dominant caretaker. As your husband, staking his primal claim to breed you full over and over until you had no choice but to lie disheveled and sloppy with the sloshing overflow of his heady cum.
In a way, perhaps Ushijima mused feverishly, robbing you temporarily of his godly seed was an act of mercy. Because once the floodgates were finally breached, there would be no tempering the ravenous onslaught with which he intended to ravage and stake his ownership yet again. At last he understood the dire warnings his own friends and family had issued about not being able to control himself around his little wife.
So for your sake as much as his own, Ushijima continued his white-knuckled struggle to maintain the shrinking barriers of propriety and restraint, however momentary the reprieve. But with each passing moment in your smoldering presence, he felt those final fortifications crumbling at an exponential rate.
The couch cushions seemed to envelop Ushijima as he sank back, trying in vain to relax his tense muscles. His eyes were inexorably drawn to you, perched so tantalizingly on his lap as you happily snacked on treats from the pantry. Even this simple act of indulging in sweets somehow made his heart swell with tenderness.
You were a vision of cozy domesticity in that moment - casually dressed, hair slightly tousled, entirely at ease within the sanctuary of your shared home. Yet Ushijima couldn't help drinking in the sensual details of your form pressed against him. The gentle swell of your curves molding to his powerful thighs, the subtle floral scent of your perfumed skin surrounding him. Just being this close after days of forced distance made his insides churn with longing.
As if sensing his scrutiny, you glanced up with a warm smile. Ushijima's breath hitched at the unguarded adoration shining in your eyes. You were so beautiful, so precious to him. Without really thinking it through, he found himself leaning in, powerless to resist tasting those inviting lips.
The whisper-soft caress of your mouths meeting ignited an instantaneous firestorm within Ushijima's veins. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, hands tightening reflexively on your waist as the kiss deepened with heady fervor. Every fibre of his being thrummed with awakened desperation after being starved of your affections.
When you finally parted, you let out a breathless giggle. "Well someone clearly needed that," you teased gently, eyes sparkling with mirth and fondness. "The great Ushijima Wakatoshi getting so worked up over a little kiss..."
The warm ribbing sliced straight through Ushijima's haze of rekindled ardor, allowing clarity and a flicker of sheepish chagrin to return. Of course you'd find his churning restraint silly and overblown. To you, the past few days of self-imposed celibacy amounted to little more than a temporary, unnecessary hurdle of his own making.
"Youâre making fun of me for holding back?" he couldn't resist rumbling in response, quirking one eyebrow challengingly. "Even when itâs taking everything in me not to ruin you right here, my wife?"
Rather than looking properly chastised, your eyes fairly danced with that same teasing gleam. "A struggle you seem to be failing at spectacularly, my love. This whole 'abstinence' idea was sweet but utterly pointless."
Ushijima drew in a sharp breath as your hand boldly traced the hard planes of his abdomen through his thin shirt. The simple caress felt like a lick of flame setting his insides ablaze with rekindled hunger. "You underestimate the importance of proper restraint and respect, my dearest. A man shouldn't mindlessly take and rut like some sort ofâ"
"Beast?" you cheerfully cut him off, emboldened fingers now trailing higher to fan against the sculpted ridges of his chest. "Is that what you were going to say? That you're some kind of ravenous animal who can't control their own lust around me?"
Despite your playful tone, your words sliced straight through Ushijima's tenuously reformed restraint. Because in his most unguarded of moments, that's precisely how he saw himself - a primal, shuddering mess reduced to bestial desperation by your very presence.
Chest heaving, he captured your meandering hand and quickly pinned it against the couch cushions in a vice-like grip. Your teasing grin faltered as you suddenly found yourself caged beneath his powerful frame, entire body radiating a scorching intensity.
"You mock what you don't understand," Ushijima growled in a low, gravelly timbre that made you shiver. âEvery second near you is pure torture. Just one touch, and I lose all controlâŠâ
To punctuate his point, he rolled his hips firmly against yours, allowing you to feel the undeniable ridge of his cock straining needfully against the thin barriers between you. Your pupils flared, a tiny whimper escaping your lips in reflexive response as liquid heat flooded your features.
Ushijima continued in that same low, intense purr that seemed to reverberate straight to your core. âSo you were rightâI couldnât fight it. Trying to deny how badly I want you is useless. Because in the end, Iâm just a man who falls apart at the thought of being inside his wife againâŠâ
After that heated moment of intensity, Ushijima took a deep, steadying breath and gently extricated himself from your provocative position. As much as every fiber of his being screamed to surrender fully to his primal urges, he couldn't bring himself to completely obliterate the last vestiges of his self-restraint.
Not yet, at least.
You let out a small huff of disappointment as he shifted away, leaving you flushed and aching on the couch. Ushijima's dark eyes drank in the petulant pout on your kiss-swollen lips and had to summon every ounce of willpower to avoid lunging right back in.
"Patience, my love," he rumbled, more to himself than to you. "We've waited this long..."
You shot him a look of pure skepticism. "Waited? For what, exactly? For you to completely lose your mind over some made-up idea that I need to be protected from your absolutely vanilla desires?"
Ushijima felt his brow furrow at your blunt phrasing. He opened his mouth to protest, but you barreled onward before he could get a word in.
"This whole self-imposed celibacy thing has been utterly ridiculous from the start. When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours?" You rose up on your knees to bracket his thighs, leaving you eye-level and effectively trapping him against your soft warmth. "I'm your wife, Wakatoshi. Your partner in every sense of the word. I don't need sheltering or restraint - I need you. All of you, utterly unrestrained."
Your hands cradled his face with unexpected tenderness even as your eyes burned with determination. "So stop holding back and treating me like something fragile that needs protection. I can handle everything you have to give and more."
The challenging spark in your gaze was like a physical caress against Ushijima's resolve. He could feel it shuddering under the weight of your conviction, cracking nearly beyond repair. You always had possessed an uncanny ability to strip away his loftiest barriers with just a few choice words and that utterly arresting stare.
"You know I only ever want to cherish and respect you," he managed in a hoarse murmur. "To keep you safe and honor the sanctity of ourâ"
Your lips sealed over his in a searing kiss that obliterated whatever noble justification still clung to the tip of his tongue. A harsh rumble reverberated up from Ushijima's chest as his arms instinctively wound around your body, returning the embrace with rising fervor. He could already feel his restraints unraveling, fragile hold over his brazen desires slipping with each ravenous clash of your mouths.
When you finally broke away, you were both panting harshly. Foreheads pressed together, you stared up at Ushijima from under your lashes in a way that made his blood pound.
"Keep your sanctity," you breathed in a tone of husky challenge. "I'll take the unchained desire of a man utterly obsessed with making me his..."
Ushijima's chest seized with a shuddering inhalation at the blatant gauntlet you'd thrown down. He could feel the quivering threads of his propriety and misguided chivalry rapidly fraying against your onslaught of temptation. You always did know just which buttons to push to bring him inexorably to the edge.
This time, he sensed you wouldn't be satisfied until he well and truly plunged over the precipice into the yawning chasm of his most selfish, rapacious hunger. And you knew perfectly well he lacked the fortitude to deny your deliciously provocative demand, even if he wanted to.
"Minx..." Ushijima growled, the endearment dripping with a low rumble of burgeoning capitulation. "You'll very much regret poking this beast until itâ"
Whatever vaguely ominous warning he'd been about to issue evaporated the second your lips crashed against his once more. Ushijima instantly melted into the searing kiss, thick arms winding around your body as you pressed flush against his powerful frame.
For several heated moments you simply lost yourselves in the messy, urgent melding of your mouths. Tongues tangled and hands roamed with escalating fervor as you both surrendered to the smoldering need that had been cruelly denied for too long.
When you finally parted for air, Ushijima's eyes were dark twin pools of want, boring straight into your soul. His chest heaved with each ragged inhale, drawing your entranced gaze to the taut ridges of defined muscle and the V-lines which pointed lower still...
A soft whine nearly escaped your lips at that tempting visual. God, you wanted - no, needed - to feel all of him against you again with no barriers. The hot brand of his weight pinning you to the sheets, thick cock sheathing itself to the hilt in your aching, neglected depthsâ
Ushijima seemed to read the feverish need blazing across your features. His jaw clenched almost painfully and you saw the tendons in his neck strain as he visibly fought to maintain the last threads of restraint already disintegrating between you.
"Easy, sweetheart..." he managed in a low, guttural rumble that did absolutely nothing to soothe the burning riot of arousal dancing under your skin. If anything the pet name tumbling so naturally from his lips in that gravelly tone just stoked the flames higher.
You squirmed impatiently against him, purposefully pressing your softness against his hardening length in a silent, wanton entreaty. "Don't 'easy' me, Toshi," you huffed without an ounce of real rebuke, gaze locking blatantly on his kiss-swollen mouth. "I want you so damn bad right now, it's driving me crazy."
A rumbling groan vibrated from the depths of his chest at your blunt admission. You could see his composure rapidly unraveling at the prospect of your mutual desperation - the scorching temptation to shatter that fragile control and ravage one another without further restraint.
"You have no idea the willpower this is taking..." Ushijima ground out, calloused hands flexing against the swell of your hips almost involuntarily. "To deny myself the sweetness of being buried deep inside you again after being starved of it for so long..."
You felt your core clench at the hot promise laced into his strained words. Without consciously deciding, you hooked one leg around his thighs to pull his hips flush against your own. The thick ridge of his arousal ground deliciously against your clothed heat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the exquisite friction.
"Then stop denying us," you whispered throatily into the charged air between your lips, even as Ushijima stared down at you with a look of rapt, blazing torment. "Stop being so careful and just take what you-what we- need already, dammit..."
For one tantalizing heartbeat, you saw the naked desperation and hunger flare across his strong features. You held your breath, dizzy with hope and anticipation that he would finally let his deeply leashed passions loose upon you.
But then, almost as quickly, a muscle ticked in that sharp jawline and Ushijima's expression settled once more into a mask of strained resolve. He pulled back from the tempting cradle of your heat and thighs with a shuddering exhalation. "No...not like this," he rasped out, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than you as he averted his burning gaze briefly. "You don't know what you're asking for, my love..."
A sliver of real frustration lanced through your lust-fogged thoughts at his continued refusal to let himself surrender fully. "The hell I don't!" you snapped. "I'm asking for my husband to give me what I want, no holding back!"
Ushijima stared at you, chest heaving with the force of his inner restraint as you glared back defiantly. The simmering tension could have been cut with a knife. For a long moment, neither of you moved or spoke - you issuing an unspoken challenge, him fighting viciously against his instincts.
Then a sly look stole across your features. "You know what?" you said in a tone of feigned nonchalance. "Clearly I'm not going to get what I want from you tonight..."
You slid off the couch in one smooth motion, back pointedly turned to Ushijima as you sashayed towards the stairs with deliberate sway in your hips. "So I'll just take care of my needs myself, since you're too busy wrestling with your precious control."
The implication in your words was as blatant as it was effective. You heard Ushijima's sharp intake of breath behind you and couldn't resist glancing back over your shoulder. His entire body had gone rigid, fingers digging into the couch cushions as his eyes bored into you with an intensity that made your core clench.
Holding his burning stare, you very slowly dragged your hands up your body until they cupped your breasts through your thin shirt. You gave them a gentle squeeze, lips parting on a soft sigh of pleasure meant just for his viewing torment.
That seemed to be the final straw shattering Ushijima's tenuous grasp on restraint. With a guttural growl that sent lightning zinging down your spine, he surged off the couch in a blind rush towards you.
A bright peal of laughter burst from your lips as you whirled and bolted up the stairs, the thunder of his footsteps rapidly closing in behind. You could practically feel the scorching heat of his presence at your back as you raced down the hallway towards your bedroom sanctuary.
Just as you reached the open door, Ushijima's powerful arm whipped around your middle and wrenched you back against his heaving chest. You let out a breathless squeal of surprise and delight, struggling half-heartedly against his restraining hold.
"Let me go!" you gasped out between giddy giggles, even as your hips instinctively pressed back against the undeniable ridge of his arousal. "I told you I'd just take care of myself since you won'tâ"
The rest of your words were abruptly smothered as Ushijima spun you around and sealed his mouth over yours in a searing, desperate kiss. You melted against him with a muffled moan, dimly registering the way he easily scooped you up with one arm banded around your waist. Then you were moving, stumbling the few steps to fall in a tangle of limbs across the rumpled bedsheets.
When you finally surfaced for air, Ushijima was looming over you - body taut with barely restrained intensity, chest heaving, eyes dark molten pools of banked hunger. His fingers thread almost roughly through your hair, tilting your head back as he held your heated stare.
"You'll be the death of me, woman," he growled in that low rasp that never failed to make you shiver. "Pushing me to the very edge of control like some insatiable vixen..."
You shamelessly pressed your thighs together, feeling a fresh gush of arousal at his words and commanding presence towering over you. "Maybe I wouldn't have to push so hard if you'd just give us both what we desperately want already..."
The blatant challenge hung heavy in the charged air between you. Ushijima's jaw clenched almost painfully as his willpower seemingly waged one final war against his blazing desires. You could have sworn you saw a vein throb in his neck as he struggled to maintain his fracturing grasp on restraint.
Then, as if a switch had been thrown, the last of that iron control appeared to snap. Ushijima's features contorted into a look of dark rapture as he ducked down to rasp directly against your parted lips.
You could feel the scorching heat of his quick breaths fanning across your mouth as he held your unwavering stare. Ushijima's eyes had gone hooded, pupils blown wide with undisguised yearning in a way you'd never quite witnessed before. There was no pretense, no filtering or constraint remaining - just molten, primal need gazing back at you.
"Fuck..." The guttural profanity rumbled out before he could stop it, lending a gravelly edge to the deep timbre of his voice that made your insides turn to liquid fire. "You really weren't playing around, were you? Practically begging me to lose it and take what I want..."
His powerful body was pulled taut as a bowstring where it hovered over yours, every ridged muscle and tendon standing out in harsh relief. You could see the white-knuckled strain in his hands where they fisted the rumpled sheets on either side of your head. Ushijima appeared to be vibrating with the monumental effort of maintaining what little restraint still remained.
Shamelessly, you arched your back slightly to increase the tantalizing friction where your bodies weren't quite touching. You heard the sharp sound of Ushijima's indrawn breath and couldn't resist dragging your hooded gaze down his frame to the prominent ridge tenting against his pants mere inches away.
"Don't act so surprised," you murmured, proud of how your tone remained measured despite the escalating tension coiling low in your belly. "We both know how long you've been dying to wreck me like you haven't been able to all week..."
Ushijima visibly shuddered at your candid vulgarity, but didn't rebuke you. If anything, his eyes seemed to darken further into bottomless pools of banked fire. "Say it again," he demanded in a low rasp that bordered on guttural. "Tell me exactly what I've been too weak to take..."
You felt a burst of fresh arousal flood your veins at his blatant request, at the undisguised savagery flickering behind his intense stare. Ushijima wasn't playing coy or dancing around the issue with courtly pretenses any longer. He was stripping away every last veneer of propriety to reveal the rapacious, unrestrained beast you'd been trying to rouse all along.
Holding his heated regard, you deliberately shifted your hips in a slow, circular grind against the tantalizing bulge of his cock. A punched-out groan reverberated from Ushijima's parted lips at the blatant provocation.
"I want you..." you breathed out, voice already gone husky with burgeoning desire, "...to use this needy pussy however you need to, whenever you want. No more being a good little housewife, waiting for you to tie yourself into knots over being 'gentle'..."
Ushijima sucked in a sharp breath through his bared teeth, hips twitching minutely in an aborted grind against you. His mouth seemed to work wordlessly for a moment, transfixed by the searing promises tumbling so shamelessly from your lips.
"Keep going..." he all but growled when he finally regained his words. "Don't stop now, my love...not when I'm this fucking close to snapping completely and taking you up on that offer..."
You felt another frisson of heady arousal tingle through your veins at Ushijima's rasped demand, at the way his desire-darkened eyes bored into you with a blazing intensity.
Squirming against the mattress, you hooked one leg deliberately around his tensed thighs, savoring the low groan that punched out of his chest as you effectively trapped his rigid length against your scalding heat through the thin barrier of clothes.
"I want you to stop holding back..." you husked, lips brushing tantalizingly against the sharp line of his jaw as you rolled your hips in a slow, filthy grind. "No more being so careful, like I'm some fragile thing that needs protecting..."
Ushijima's thick forearms flexed against the sheets, muscles straining with the herculean effort to keep from pinning you fully beneath his massive frame and slaking his feral need. You could practically see the last fragile threads of his vaunted restraint disintegrating before your very eyes.
"I can take whatever you want to give, Toshi," you continued in a breathy murmur against the thundering pulse at his throat. "I'm your wife, made to take that big fucking cock however you crave it...to be stuffed so full over and over until I'm nothing but a shaking, sloppy mess drowning in your cum..."
A harsh, strangled sound rumbled out of Ushijima at your filthy words, hips jerking helplessly to grind his steel-hard length against your molten center with bruising force. His eyes slammed shut, sharp features contorted into an expression of rapturous abandon as he finally surrendered what little control still remained.
In one explosive motion, Ushijima crashed his mouth against yours in a messy, claiming kiss that left you both gasping and devouring each other with unbridled desperation. His thick arms wrapped around you like bands of steel, crushing your pliant curves against his unyielding hardness as the kiss rapidly descended into frenzied need.
"Fuck yes..." he growled out harshly between messy clashes of tongue and teeth, divesting you both of clothing in a frantic blur. "That's it, darling...beg for it like the filthy little cumslut you are..."
The vulgar profanity tumbled so naturally off his tongue in a way you'd never experienced before, stoking the bonfire in your core to incandescent levels. You could only whine in answer, nails dragging stinging welts down his sculpted back as Ushijima at last sealed your naked bodies together with low, rapturous groan of pure masculine satisfaction.
He was already rock-hard and throbbing where he lay flush against your thigh, the scorching heat radiating off his thick arousal making your mouth water. Without conscious thought, you found yourself grinding up against his length, coating it in a sticky sheen of your dripping arousal.
Ushijima groaned at the delicious, filthy friction, large hand gripping the swell of your ass in a viselike hold. "So wet already," he rasped out, dark eyes drinking in the sight of your bodies grinding shamelessly against one another. "My dirty wife is practically creaming herself just from the promise of getting her needy little cunt wrecked..."
You felt a shuddering moan bubble up from the depths of your chest at his crude assessment, at the unrepentant savagery gleaming in those molten eyes. Ushijima's gaze locked on your face, his free hand dragging through the slick pooling at the apex of your thighs before he raised it to your lips.
"Open," he rasped out in a voice gone hoarse with lust. You eagerly obeyed, parting your swollen lips just enough to lap up the taste of your own arousal coating his fingers. A shudder wracked through Ushijima's powerful frame as he watched your sinful ministrations, hips twitching involuntarily in search of friction.
"Good girl..." The endearment dripped like honey from his mouth, a stark contrast to the savage gleam of his eyes and the thick cock straining insistently against your hip. "So sweet for me, always eager to please and be used, aren't you?"
His words sent a hot shiver down your spine and made you clench with need. With a low, throaty whimper, you pulled away from his fingers and gazed up at Ushijima with a look of burning supplication. "Please, Toshi...I-I needâ"
A soft, startled cry escaped you as his fist closed around the front of your top and ripped it open in a single rough motion. You watched, spellbound, as he did the same to the rest of your garments with little finesse, shredding them like tissue paper and tossing the scraps aside without a second glance before turning his ravenous gaze back to your exposed form.
For a few seconds, he just stared at you in awe, blatant reverence and hunger written across his chiseled features as his fingers worked to remove the rest of his clothing. Then, his entire body covered yours once more, hot flesh pressing you firmly into the sheets as Ushijima captured your mouth in a scorching kiss.
"I need to be inside you, darling," he gasped out between hungry nips and licks, "right now."
Your thighs instinctively parted in open invitation, hips canting towards him in blatant need. Ushijima settled into the cradle of your pelvis and his eyes locked onto the lewd view of his rigid length sliding against your glistening folds.
A guttural, animalistic growl vibrated up from the depths of his chest as he gripped his shaft and slowly dragged the thick head through the slippery mess pooling at your entrance. His other hand tangled in the sheets next to your head, fisting them tightly as his eyes snapped shut and he shuddered above you.
Your nails raked down the tensed muscles of his back as he repeated the motion, teasing your hypersensitive folds with agonizing deliberation. A soft whimper bubbled from your lips at the slow drag of his cockhead against your clit, at the searing heat and girth rubbing tortuously against you.
"Toshi..."
He was poised at your entrance now, tip notched just inside and pulsing enticingly, but still he hesitated. Your hands gripped his hips, silently pleading him to give you what you craved so desperately.
Ushijima's eyes opened, blazing down into yours as he held himself perfectly still. "Tell me again..." he rasped out in a tone laced with an underlying note of dark command. "Tell me exactly how much you need this."
You let out a frustrated moan and squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to press him deeper. "Need it so bad, Toshi, please!" you begged, shamelessly arching into him and spreading yourself wider. "Need you to fuck me and fill me with cum until I can't moveâplease, Toshi, pleaseâ"
His thick length slicked through your drenched folds in one slick glide, sheathing itself to the throbbing root with a single rough snap of his powerful hips. The harsh stretch of being reamed open by his girth made your eyes roll back, mouth dropping open on a broken keen of sheer bliss.
"That's it...ahh fuck, missed this gorgeous little cunt so damn much..." Ushijima's harsh rumble was utterly wrecked, all sense of composure or decorum evaporating as he drilled himself home over and over in a ruthless cadence.
You could only cling to his heaving shoulders, completely unraveled beneath his ferocious onslaught and utterly drunk on the searing stretch and delicious ache of being so thoroughly taken once more. It had been a week since you'd been stuffed full, and your body hadn't quite adjusted to his sheer size after the long absence.
The friction was mind-blowing, the way his girth speared you so full and deep, forcing your walls to accommodate his unyielding length with every powerful stroke. It was all you could do to breathe and hold onto Ushijima's broad shoulders, body trembling as he hammered you into the mattress with ruthless intent.
His dark eyes roved hungrily across the way your breasts jiggled from the force of his thrusts, the way his cock disappeared so completely inside you, the lewd mess he was making of your cunt. Your name slipped past his lips, a guttural curse, a plea, a prayer as he pounded into you, his gaze flicking back and forth between where your bodies were joined and the unabashed pleasure etched across your flushed features.
"Look at that...you can see where I'm splitting you wide open..." he grunted out in a strained tone, his free hand dragging roughly down the length of your torso to press against the bulge that appeared in your belly with every punishing thrust.The other braced his weight against the headboard, fingers clenching the wooden slats with bruising force.
Your mind went blank as he increased his pace, the lewd sound of your sloppy, dripping core echoing throughout the room and driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the telltale tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, a familiar pressure mounting in response to the delicious stretch and friction of Ushijima's relentless rhythm.
"Ahhh, god, ToshiâI-I'm closeâ" you babbled, feeling the coil wind ever tighter, teetering precariously on the brink of release. "I'm gonna cum, please, harder, fuckâI needâ"
The rest of your desperate plea was swallowed in a low moan as Ushijima leaned back on his knees, hauling your legs up and over his shoulders and folding you in half. You felt the change immediately, his cockhead now slamming ruthlessly into your deepest, most sensitive spots.
A choked sob spilled from your lips as you clung to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly stretched and filled. You'd lost all sense of time or control, reduced to a quivering, sloppy mess as your husband's thick length pistoned into your overstimulated pussy.
The angle was even deeper than before, his powerful hips snapping with a vicious, rapid-fire intensity that stole the breath from your lungs. He was hitting the perfect spot with every brutal thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every drive of his hips, the lewd, wet sounds of your dripping core filling the air and mingling with his ragged grunts.
"Cum for me," he growled, eyes locked on your face as his tempo grew even more brutal. "Be a good girl and cum on this cock, just like you promised..."
As if your body was obeying his command rather than your own, a white-hot, overwhelming pleasure crashed over you. You arched and shook as wave after wave of blinding euphoria rolled through your veins. Ushijima continued pumping into you, riding out the aftershocks and prolonging your release as you cried out and trembled beneath him.
He groaned deep in his chest as your walls clenched and rippled around him, his own orgasm rapidly building with each passing second. "Fuck, I can feel you milking me," he bit out harshly, hands gripping the meat of your ass and angling you higher to better suit his frenzied pace. "So fucking tight and greedy, my darling wife..."
Ushijima's thrusts were growing more erratic, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his cock swelled even thicker and longer. You moaned softly, feeling his girth stretch you almost impossibly wider. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, body quaking and oversensitive but still wanting more.
"F-fill me, Toshi," you begged breathlessly, gazing up at him with a look of sheer supplication. "Need to feel you cum deep inside, please..."
With a sharp groan, Ushijima's eyes slammed shut and his entire body tensed as the first thick spurt of his seed pumped into you. You shivered, moaning at the feeling of his hot, sticky release coating your insides. He was still cumming, his throbbing cock pulsing with each successive pump of his release.
Your walls fluttered around him, milking him dry and prolonging the mind-blowing pleasure as he continued to fuck you through it. Ushijima's eyes remained clenched shut, features twisted in a look of pure rapture as he pumped you full.
After several more thrusts, he finally came to a stop, breathing heavily. A satisfied smile stretched across his face as his eyes opened and fixed on your fucked-out expression. He slowly pulled out, a mixture of his cum and yours leaking from your well-used hole and dripping down your thighs.
"Mmm, look at the mess you made..." he murmured, fingers trailing down to gather some of the slick and smearing it over the reddened, swollen lips of your pussy. "Maybe I should make it even dirtier and stuff it all back inside, hm?"
Ushijima didn't wait for a reply before his thumb dragged through the sloppy, frothy mix and pushed the mess back into your twitching cunt. A small sound slipped past your lips as you felt him work his thick load deeper inside, fingers lazily pumping the rest of his cum into your dripping pussy.
He was already hardening again, his shaft throbbing where it lay thick and heavy against his thigh. You moaned softly at the sight, hips grinding involuntarily as your spent cunt clenched around his fingers.
"What should we do for round two, hmm?" Ushijima's dark gaze burned into yours, voice gone rough with desire once more. "I have several ideas in mind, but I think I'd love to see you ride me...show me what a good girl you are and take what you need, just like you promised."
Your cunt gave another helpless spasm, arousal flooding anew through your veins. It was going to be a very long night, indeed.
CALLING YOU HOME â SATORU GOJO
pairing â pilot!satoru gojo x air traffic controller!reader
summary â captain satoru gojo is the most infuriating pilot you've ever had the displeasure of guiding through tokyo's airspace. for months, he's turned every radio call into an opportunity to flirt, compliment your voice, and generally make your work life insufferable. you've never seen his face, but you're convinced he's exactly the kind of arrogant pilot you never want to deal with outside work. if only your heart would stop racing when you hear his voice.
word count â 16.5 k
genre/tags â aviation AU, pilot x air traffic controller, annoyance to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, workplace romance, voice kink if you squint, long distance relationship (kinda), he falls first and falls so HARD, i love him in this ugh, yearning endboss, dramatic love confessions bc we need
warnings â 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, mentions of grief/loss (death of family member), strong language, aviation emergencies, and satoru gojo being criminally sweet over radio frequencies.
author's note â friendssss i really hope u like this one bc i am obsessed lol. grab your headphones, play your favorite music and prepare for takeoff <3
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âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting permission to land.â
You didnât even need to check the screen. Youâd recognize his voice anywhere, even in your nightmaresâwarm, cocky, and already grinding on your nerves like nails on chalkboard.
âMiss me, honey?â
Your pen snapped in half. Around the control tower, heads turned in your direction. Maki, your longest colleague and friend, pressed her lips together, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Even Ijichi raised an eyebrow from his station. You hated them all a little for how they all enjoyed the situation so much.
You closed your eyes, counted to three, and then hit the transmission button. âFlight 447, you do realize youâre on a public frequency, right? Everyone can hear you.â
âAs long as youâre listening, Control, thatâs all that matters.â
âLucky me,â you muttered, pulling up his flight information on the screen. Scattered clouds drifted past the towerâs angled windows, casting fleeting shadows over your cluttered workstation. âAlso, youâre late, Captain.â
âBy two minutes. Come on, thatâs hardly anything.â
âMore than enough time to get on my nerves.â
âI love it when you talk to me like that.â
Behind you, someone coughedâprobably trying to hide a laugh.
âAnd I love it when you stop talking,â you shot back.
His laugh came through the radio, warm and amused. âSomeoneâs feisty today. Is the coffee in the tower that bad again?â
âCoffeeâs fine. Itâs the pilot thatâs giving me a headache.â
âMmm. I like it when your voice gets all defensive, beautiful.â
There it was again. Beautiful.
Always beautiful. Never âmaâamâ or âtowerâ or even your call sign like every other normal fucking pilot with a shred of professionalism would do. With Gojo, it was always pretty, or beautiful, orâGod help youâhoney. Like he was talking to a date he wanted to charm, not calling for airspace clearance on public frequency.
Youâd corrected him once early on. âUse proper radio protocol,â youâd said, but all he replied was, âSorry, Control. Slipped. Wonât happen again, pretty.âÂ
It had happened again. And again. And again.
You leaned back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling and entertaining the fantasy of reaching through the frequency and strangle him with your headset cord. Instead, your fingers found the stress ball on your desk and squeezed until your knuckles went white.
âYou donât even know what I look like,â you said, frustrated.
âYour voice tells me everything I need to know. And Iâm betting youâre even more beautiful than you sound.â
âIs that why you like hearing yourself talk so much? Because your voice tells you how pretty you are?â
He laughed. âOuch. Youâre brutal today, Control. Permission to land before you completely break my poor heart?â
âFlight 447, youâre cleared to land, runway 24L. Wind 240 at 8 knots. Try not to crash while youâre busy thinking about how charming you are.â
âCopy that, beautiful. And for the record? I wasnât thinking about myself.â His voice dropped lower, not caring at all that he was on public frequency. âI was thinking about you.â
Heat crept up your neck. Around the tower, a few heads turned your way once moreâgrinning, and you wanted to punch them in the face.Â
You were silent for a few seconds and you could basically hear his grin forming on the other end of the line.
âLooks like Iâve got you blushing. Well then, see you on the ground, Control.â
More heat crept up your neck. You yanked off your headset and slammed it down on the desk, resisting the urge to scream into a stack of paperwork. Goddamn it, he made you want to quit your job. Or strangle him. Or both.
You looked out the towerâs window just in time to watch his plane break through the clouds and touch down. A fucking textbook perfect landing. Of course it was. Captain Satoru Gojo was, without question, the most infuriating pilot youâd ever had the displeasure of guiding in. And unfortunately, he was also the best.
It had started a few months ago when he began regularly flying the international routes from Japan to Central Europeâthe very same routes youâd specifically requested when you transferred to Haneda.Â
The 2 AM flights? The twelve hour shifts from hell? The ones that made most controllers question all their life choices and develop an unhealthy, codependent relationship with the espresso machine?Â
You loved them.
These were the long flights where pilots were usually dead tired and just wanted to get home. Communication was professional and efficient. No small talk, no unnecessary chatter, just vectors, altitudes, and a few polite acknowledgments. You could guide a Boeing 777 from Tokyo to Frankfurt with maybe twenty lines of dialogue, max. That was the dream.
These pilots had been airborne for twelve hours or longerâthe last thing they wanted was a chatty air traffic controller stretching out their shift with unnecessary conversation. And the last thing you wanted was to listen to their rambling. You loved those quiet and professional pilotsâthe ones you barely had to talk to, just guide them in and call it a day. Great. Easy work. You loved your job when it was uncomplicated.
While your colleagues dealt with the chaos of domestic flightsâtight turnarounds, grumbling pilots, weather complaints, gate drama and all that shitâyou got the stern and serious long-distance flyers.
Until Captain Satoru Gojo.
The first time you handled Flight 447âs approach out of Prague, you braced for the usual. Someone whoâd been flying for thirteen hours straight and just wanted to land, deplane, and find the nearest bed. What you got instead was a happy voice that sounded like the man had just woken from the greatest nap of his lifetime and could easily fly for another thirteen hours.
âTokyo Control, Flight 447 requesting descent. And might I say... what a beautiful night it is up here.â
You blinked at your radar screen. It was 2:03 AM. Cloudy skies. Visibility barely above minimum levels. Nothing about it was beautiful.
Most pilots at this hour could barely remember their own call signs. But not Gojo. Gojo sounded wide awake and relaxedâand, unfortunately, talkative.Â
God, he talked so much. Always cracking jokes, always so cocky, always dragging out what shouldâve been a thirty second exchange into a five minute monologue over the radio.
âFlight 447, descend and maintain flight level 240.â
âDescending to 240. Had to adjust our approach three times tonight because of wind shear. Amazing how much the atmosphere changes in just a few thousand feet. Did you know thatââ
âFlight 447, contact Tokyo Aproach on 119.7.â
He sighed. âCopy that, beautiful. Always a pleasure chatting with you.â
It started professional enoughâwell, as professional as someone could be while constantly calling air traffic control âbeautifulââbut overtime, he got more and more flirty. Somewhere around the fifth or seventh flight, you guided him in, he stopped sounding like a pilot and started sounding like a man leaving voicemail notes to his girlfriend.Â
âGood morning, gorgeous.â
âDid you miss my voice, honey?â
âUntil next time, beautiful.â
Maybe it was his personality, as if he simply couldnât help himselfâlike heâd physically explode if he didnât borderline sexual harass his ground crew and was naturally incapable of having a normal conversation. But goddamn, did it annoy you.
Heâd never even seen you. Didnât know your name, wouldnât recognize your face if you passed him in the terminal. He probably couldnât even point to the tower from his cockpit window. And yet, every transmission felt like he thought he was on private frequency with you, and not broadcasting on public monitored by half the airspace.
And oh my God, the ramblingâthe fucking rambling. And, of course, you were his favorite audience.
âYou know, Control, I was reading this article about albatrosses during my layover in Warsaw and it got me thinking. Did you know they can fly for years without ever touching ground, like literally sleeping while they fly? Can you imagine? They use these tiny wind gradients over the waves to do that. Makes our fuel consumption look pretty inefficient, doesnât it?â
You already felt your soul leaving your body.
âAlthough I bet you could optimize their route better than they can to save even more energy. Youâve got such a lovely voice for giving directions. Very authoritative. I like thatââ
Sometimes heâd yap for minutes until you got so annoyed that youâd rip off your headset before he could finish whatever outrageous story he was about to finish and waved at Ijichi to take over. Poor Ijichiâan actual saint and unfortunately still a rookie, so he was your victimâwould sigh, slid on his headset and took over the frequency to reply to Gojoâs rambling about birds in a very distinctly male, distinctly unimpressed voice.
âFlight 447, this is Tokyo Control. Please state your current altitude.â
A pause. âOh. Um. Flight level 380. SorryâIs the other controller⊠did sheâŠ?â
âFlight 447, maintain current altitude and heading. Contact Approach on 119.7.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ijichi shoot you a pained look and mouthed, âYour boyfriendâs looking for youâ while you pretended to be very busy with paperwork, highlighting the same line of a weather report youâd already read four times.
Youâd complained to your supervisor, of course. Marched into Yagaâs office with a list of incidents and timestamps of what you considered to be highly unprofessional behaviour that was interfering with air traffic operations.
Yaga had listened, occasionally nodding, while you explained in detail why Captain Gojoâs voice should be banned from all airspace. When you finished, heâd leaned back in his chair and given you that lookâthe one supervisors gave when they were about to tell you something you didnât want to hear.
âHas he ever caused a delay?â Yaga asked.
âWell, no, butââ
âMissed a radio call?â
âNo, howeverââ
âFailed to follow vectors or altitude assignments?â
âThatâs not the pointââ
âHas he ever said anything explicitly inappropriate? Sexual harassment, offensive language, anything that would violate communications protocols?â
Youâd opened your mouth, then closed it. You were fighting a losing battle.
Yaga had shrugged and pointed out that Gojo never said anything explicitly inappropriate, never caused delays, and had the cleanest safety record of any pilot flying commercial routes in Japan. Zero incidents, zero violations, zero passenger complaints. He was the perfect pilot.
âThe guyâs annoying but harmless,â Yaga had said at last, and slid your complaint folder back across his desk.
Harmless. Right.
Harmless if you didnât count the fact that he was actively driving you insane and making you seriously consider changing careers. Or at least requesting a transfer to cargo flights, where the pilots were too busy dealing with departures every thirty minutes to spend time talking about stupid bird flyting techniques.
But damn itâyou worked so hard for this position. You were a certified, professional air traffic controller with five years on the radar and an impeccable safety record. Youâd studied for two years to pass the brutal exams, survived months in training simulations and clawed your way up from ground control to tower to approach and finally to the international routes.Â
You directed aircraft worth billions of dollars, carrying hundreds of lives, through some of the most complex and congested airspace in Asia. You coordinated with air traffic controllers in twelve different countries, handled language barriers, time zones, techchnical delays, and medical emergenciesâall while being always fucking calm and polite.Â
Okay, scratch the polite part. But you got the job done, and thatâs what mattered. And you were not about to throw it all away because one stupid, obnoxious pilot with an equally stupid, attractive voice was too dense to tell the difference between air traffic control and fucking Tinder.
Okay, forget about the calm part, too.
It didnât help that your colleagues found the whole thing all too amusing. Your colleague Makiâwho handled mostly domestic routes and therefore dealt with normal, professional pilotsâhad already labelled Gojo your âwork husbandâ.
And every time his flight number popped up on the radar, sheâd make kissy faces in your direction and sing, âOh, your boyfriendâs calling,â to which youâd reply âHeâs not my boyfriend.â Or worse, sheâd lean over your shoulder while he was in the middle of yet another monologue, whispering when youâd finally ask him out. Of course, she knew heâd hear every word on the other end of the radio, prompting him to tease you with, âSheâs right. When will you finally ask me?â
âFlight 447, turn left heading 090, descend to flight level 200.â
âLeft 090, down to 200. And might I add that you sound particularly lovely today, Control? Did you do something different with your⊠well, I canât see your hair, but I bet it looks very pretty.â
Maki would choke on her laughter like a middle schooler watching her crush talk, and youâd have to clench your fists to stop yourself from punching them both.
And it didnât help that everyone loved him, of course.Â
Everyone except you, apparently.
The ground crew basically fought over who got to service his aircraft. Youâd see a swarm of orange vests crowding Gate 7 whenever Flight 447 rolled inâlike teenage fangirls waiting backstage for their favourite boy band. It was ridiculous.
Youâve seen how the gate agents would always check their hair and straighten their ties. Hana from passenger services bought new lipstick âjust in caseâ she ran into Captain Gojo during a layover.Â
Even the janitorsâthe fucking janitorsâsomehow developed a sudden obsession with the floor around Gate 7. Mr. Takeshi, whoâd been mopping this place since the airport was built, now took his sweet time in that exact area. Like. What the fuck.
It was like the entire airport had developed a collective crush on a man most of them had never even spoken to. All based on stories and the occasional glimpse of him walking through the terminal in his pilot uniform.
Youâd never actually seen him. In the months heâd been flying your routes, your shifts always ended right before he arrivedâor you were stuck up in the tower when he was on the ground. Like you existed in parallel universes. You guided his plane through the airspace, but never actually crossed paths on the ground.
Everyone said he was stupidly prettyâso damn dreamy and everything. You couldâve looked him up, googled him, stalked the airport intranet. But you didnât. For all you knew, he was sixty with a beer belly and balding. But unfortunately, he also had an infuriatingly attractive voice over radio communication.
Which only made it worse.
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It was one of those days where everything had gone wrong the moment youâd stepped into the tower. The coffee machine was broken, spitting out something between coffee grounds and mud. Your computer crashed twice during the morning shift, erasing twenty minutes of logged flight data. And to top it off, Ijichi had called in sick, leaving you to handle both international and domestic flights with only Maki as backupâwho was currently tied up managing a medical diversion across three different frequencies.
So when Flight 447âs call sign appeared on your radar screen a full twenty minutes ahead of schedule, you felt your eye twitch.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting vectors for approach.â
You glared at the radar. Of course he was early. And of fucking course he was screwing up your carefully timed arrival window. Youâd scheduled him between two other flights, and now you had to rearrange everything yet again.
âFlight 447, turn left heading 180, descend and maintain 3,000 feet.â
âLeft 180, down to 3,000. You sound tense, Control. Long shift?â
Deep breath. Remember, violence is not an option.
âJust doing my job, 447.â
âOuch. Thatâs definitely tension. Let me guessâcomputer crash? Did someone steal your lunch? Ah wait, I knowâthe coffee machine spat out mud again, didnât it?â
You blinked at your screen. How could he possiblyâ
âFlight 447, maintain current heading and altitude.â
âCome on, donât be like that. I brought you something from Zurich. Might help improve your mood.â
You paused, finger hovering over the radio button. âYou⊠brought me something?â
âMhm. You know those famous Swiss chocolatiers? Heard they make the best chocolate in Europe, so I picked some up for you.â
You stared at your screen for a beat, unsure whether to feel weirdly flattered or wildly uncomfortable. Probably both.
âYou donât even know who I am.â
âI know enough,â he said, still annoyingly casual. âI know you prefer late international routes because theyâre usually quiet and professional. I know you drink your coffee black, because Iâve heard you complainâmore than onceâthat no one washes out the cream dispenser in the break room, and that it will one day cause a biohazard. Which, judging by your mood today, Iâm guessing no oneâs done that in a while, so now the good machineâs off to maintenance again, and youâre stuck with that old one that just spits out grounds.â
A pause.
âAnd I know you stay late to help train the newbies, because Iâve heard your voice in the background on calls. I have to say, youâve got this calm, patient tone that makes it almost sound like youâre not seconds away from strangling them. Itâs kind of adorable, really.â
You sat up straighter. How did he know all that? And more importantly, why had he noticed all that?
You didnât respond right away, unsure what to respond at all. Then, finally, you clicked your radio.
âFlight 447, turn right heading 240. Contact Approach on 119.7.â
âWait, thatâs it? No âthank youâ or âwow, youâre so thoughtful for bringing me treats form overseasâ? I declared that stuff at customs, you know. It was a whole ordeal.â
Despite your awful morning, your lip twitched. âYou declared chocolate at customs?â
âHad to. They were weirdly suspicious about a pilot carrying so much chocolate in his carry-on. I told them it was for someone special, and they got all sentimental and waved me through.â
âYou told customs agents I was special?â
âI told them the truth. âŠThough I may have implied you were my girlfriend to avoid further questioning.â
âYou what?â
His laugh crackled through the headset, way too pleased with himself. âRelax, beautiful. Customs agents donât exactly hang out with air traffic controllers. Your secret identity is safe.â
âFlight 447, Iâm transferring you to Approach. Stop inventing fake relationships with me at international borders.â
âSo weâre not dating? Huh. Thatâs news to me.â
âIâm doing my job.â
âYeah. And your job involves listening to me, technically speaking.â
âMy job involves keeping you from colliding with other planes, not entertaining your delusions.â
âSee? You care about my safety. Such a good girlfriend, Control.â
You could almost hear the smirk through the static. Across the tower, Makiâfinally free from her emergencyâwas trying desperately to look anywhere but your direction. She was listening too, you realized, her face reddening as she barely held in her laughter.
âFlight 447 switch to Approach now, or I will reroute you to Osaka instead.â
âYou wouldnât dare. Youâd miss me too much.â
âTry me.â
âOkay, okay, Iâm switching,â he said, still laughing. âIâll make sure the chocolate gets delivered to your gate. Itâs got your name on it. Well⊠your call sign, anyway. Couldnât exactly ask for your real name without sounding like a creep. Oh, and thereâs a little something extra in the box, too.â
Your finger froze over the transmit button. âWhat kind of extra?â
âJust a little something. See you on the ground, beautiful.â
The line went silent as he switched to Approach, leaving you staring at your screen with a whole lot of annoyance, curiosity, and something dangerously close to anticipation swirling in your head.
Maki rolled her chair over without missing a beat. âDid he just say he brought you chocolate? From Switzerland?â
âApparently.â
âAnd declared you his girlfriend to customs?â
âI hate him.â
âAnd thereâs something extra waiting for you at the gate?â
You gave her a warning look. âStop that.â
âYou realize most guys donât even text back. And he flew across eleven time zones and smuggled in fancy chocolate for you. Yeah, no one does that unless theyâre into you.â
âItâs creepy.â
âSure,â she said. âSo creepy that youâre smiling about it.â
âIâm not smiling.â
âYou absolutely are.â She leaned closer. âAnd youâre totally going to check the gate during your break.â
You turned back to your screen. âI have work to do.â
âRight. Want me to cover for you while you go see what the handsome pilot brought you?â
âIâm notââÂ
Your radar lit up. âTower, this is Flight 892 requesting vectors for approach.â Saved by traffic, or whatever. You put your headset back on, thankful for the distraction, and focused on the radar.Â
You were definitely not thinking about Swiss chocolate.
Or whatever extra he brought.
Not even a little.
Okay, maybe a little.
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You waited until Flight 447 was safely out of range and someone elseâs problem before making your move. The tower had quieted into its usual evening rhythmâslower, calmer, manageable. Most of the midday traffic was gone. And you? You were definitely just walking to the gate to, you know, get your steps in. Obviously.
âOff to investigate your love offerings?â Maki called as you headed for the elevator.
âGate operations check,â you tried, but you couldnât fool her.
The box was sitting right there at the international gate deskâimpossible to miss. It was white and elegant, wrapped with a dark green ribbon, and with your controller call sign handwritten on the tag. Hana, the gate agent on duty, lit up the moment she saw you.
âOh! Youâre Control Seven! Captain Gojo dropped that off a few hours ago. He was very specific that it had to go to âthe controller with the most beautiful voice in aviation.ââ She giggled like a schoolgirl. âHeâs so romantic.â
You stared at the box. It was bigger than youâd expected with a fancy logo that suggested the box probably cost more than your monthly food budget.
âDid he⊠say anything else?â
âJust that youâd had a rough day and deserved something sweet.â Hana sighed. âHeâs so thoughtful. And his eyes? Like a winter sky.â
Winter sky? My god. You swore everyone around here was losing their goddamn minds over this man. You were so fed up with the collective swooning, you were starting to wonder if you were the only one left immune to his bullshit.
âRight. Well. Thanks.â
Back at your console, you set it down and stared at it as if it were a ticking bomb. Maki appeared at your side, peering over your shoulder.
âHoly shit. Is that from that famous Swiss brand? Do you even know how expensive that place is?â
âItâs just chocolate.â
âJust chocolate?â Maki carefully lifted the lid. Inside, each handmade confection was perfectly nestled in its own spot. âThese are, like, forty bucks each. Thereâs at least thirty pieces in here.â
Ijichi gave a low whistle. âYour pilot boyfriend just dropped twelve hundred dollars on chocolate for you.â
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â But your eyes were still glued to the box, your brain struggling to process the fact that someone had just casually spent more than your rent on Swiss truffles. Someone whoâd never even seen your face.
âOh my God, try one,â Maki said, already plucking out a champagne truffle. âDonât be shy.â
You picked a dark chocolate filled with salted caramel and bit into it. It was... really good. Incredible, even. Probably the best thing youâd ever tasted. Which, somehow, only made this entire situation worse.
âGirl, you are so lucky,â Maki sighed, popping another piece into her mouth. âA hot pilot who brings you fancy chocolate? Where do I sign up for that kind of harassment?â
âHeâs probably not even attractive. Iâve never actually seen him.â
Both Maki and Ijichi froze, their mouths full of chocolate.
âWait,â Maki said slowly. âYouâve never seen him?â
âOur shifts donât overlap. Iâm always in the tower when his flights come in.â
âOh my God.â Maki turned to her computer. âIâm looking him up. The airport has photos of all the regular pilots for security, right?â
âTower, this is Flight 234 requesting vectors for approach,â crackled your headset.Â
You grabbed your radio. âFlight 234, turn right heading 090, descend and maintain 4,000 feet.â
You moved quickly back to your station, eyes fixed on the radar screen. Behind you, you could feel Maki and Ijichi staring at you, clearly waiting for you to come back to them to gossip, but you waved them off without turning around.Â
As you guided the aircraft in, your hand absently toyed with the ribbon around the box, and thatâs when you noticed the âsomething extraâ. Tucked beneath the chocolates was a postcard that showed the Swiss alps. You turned the card around.
âFor the voice that always guides me home. Thank you for keeping me safe up there.â â S
You shivered.
Out of annoyance. Obviously. Not because of the note. Or the postcard. Or the very stupid, very warm feeling creeping up your neck. Nope. Pure irritation. And maybe a tiny bit of cardiac distress. From rage. Clearly.
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Youâd barely slept the night before. Every time you closed your eyes, youâd thought about stupidly expensive Swiss chocolate, that annoyingly sincere note, and the way his voice had softened when heâd called you special. It was infuriating. You were a professional, rational adult, not someone who lost sleep over a cocky pilot with a bedroom voice that was clearly a walking red flag.
Yet here you were at 12:28 PM, exhausted and surviving on your fourth cup of awful Tower coffee because an emergency landing had turned your normal shift into a fourteen hour marathon. A passenger going into labour during a flight from Beijing had caused half the Pacific to be rerouted, and by the time the situation had been handled, the night shift was understaffed and youâd agreedâmore or less voluntarilyâto stay and help out.
The tower had gone still in the way airports only do at night. Just you and your collegue Kai on shift, and him busy on a separate channel, handling a delayed cargo inbound. Somewhere below, the terminal lights flickered as the cleaning crews did laps. You rested your chin in your palm and tried not to hate everything.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting approach clearance.â
It took your brain a second to catch up. Flight 447. Heâd just arrived from Paris. Of course. You took a breath.
âFlight 447, unable to clear for approach at this time. We have outbound traffic. Maintain current altitude and turn left heading 270 for holding.â
âCopy that. Left 270. Long night down there?â
You rubbed your eyes. âMedical emergency earlier. Youâll be in the hold for about an hour.â
âRoger. Heyâdid you get the chocolates?"
Despite your exhaustion, you felt heat creep up your neck. Damn him. âYes. Thank you. They were... unnecessary.â
âBut good?â
You exhaled. âReally good.â
âKnew it. You sound tired, Control. How long you been on?â
You checked your watch. âFourteen hours.â
âYou shouldnât be pulling shifts that long. You always look after everyone else but youâve got to take care of yourself too, you know.â
You paused, the words hitting you sideways. Maybe it was the fatigue making you soft, or maybe it was the fact that, for once, he didnât sound like he was trying to get a rise out of you. He sounded genuinely concernedâand it threw you off more than any flirtation ever had. You didnât even have the energy to fight him on it.
âSomeone had to cover.â
âNot at the cost of your own health. You drinking water? Eating real food? And I donât mean the sandwiches they sell in the vending machines in the gates.â
âI did eat something a few hours ago. Iâm okay. We had a pregnant passenger go into labor. Coordinated three hospitals and rerouted six aircraft, then landed them priority.â
âIs she okay?â
âBaby girl, born healthy. I heard from the flight attendant that theyâve named her Sky. Itâs kinda cheesy.â
âThatâs beautiful.â His voice was soft. âYou helped bring a little life into the world tonight.â
âItâs just part of the job.â
âItâs not just your job, you know that,â he said gently. âItâs you being the person people count on when it really matters.â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âYou know why I always ask for this route?â
âBecause you like to annoy me?â
He laughed quietly. âBecause your voice is the best part of my day. Doesnât matter what went wrong, how difficult the passengers, or how many delays we had to deal withâthe moment I hear you on frequency⊠I know Iâm okay. I know Iâm home.â
You blinked. Words tangled somewhere between your chest and your mouth, but none made it out. How could they? Not with your heart thudding like it was trying to escape. Not with your lungs suddenly feeling too small.Â
It was silent in the tower. Kai was still busy on the other frequency with his cargo flight, leaving you alone with nothing but Gojoâs soft breathing in your headset and the pounding of your pulse.Â
You pressed your forehead to your arms on the desk, willing your heart rate to slow. Eventually, quietly, you said, âWhy? Why are you being so⊠like this? You donât even know me.â
âI know enough. I know you work too hard and care too much. I know youâre calm even when the towerâs on fire. I know you have the most beautiful voice Iâve ever heard, and you use it to keep people safe.â
You could barely breathe.
âYou deserve more than what this job takes from you, you know,â he added, almost like an afterthought.
âYouâre so stupid,â you whispered, the insult so soft it barely had teeth.
âYouâre exhausted. Lie to me tomorrow.â A pause. âYou know, the cherry blossoms along the Seine were beautiful in Paris.â His voice grew wistful, and you closed your eyes, letting the sound wash over you in the quiet tower. âIâd love to show you someday.â
âYour girlfriend probably wouldnât appreciate you taking other women on romantic trips to Paris.â
âI donât have a girlfriend,â he said without hesitation. âI wish you were my girlfriend.â
You took another deep breath, slower this time, but it didnât help. Your face felt hot, your pulse wouldnât settle, and worst of all, you couldnât even pretend it wasnât happening. What the fuck were you supposed to do with that information?Â
Normally you would have hung up by now, would have found some cutting remark to shut down whatever this was becoming. But maybe it was the exhaustion seeping into your bones, or the way his voice had gone so unsual gentle, that made you let it happenâthis slow unraveling of the careful distance youâd built between yourself and the voice that had somehow become more important to you than you wanted to admit
âYouâre insane.â
âYouâre beautiful.â
You pressed your forehead deeper into the crook of your arm, as if you could bury the whole situation under your sleeves. As if he couldnât still hear every shaky breath of yours over the radio.
âWhat? No comeback?â he teased. âYou really must be tired.â
âI hate how you say stuff like that,â you mumbled into your sleeve, âwhen you know Iâm too tired to fight back.â
âSounds like good timing, then.â
âYouâre the worst.â
âMhm. I like when you sound all sleepy,â he said, lower now, almost like he was smiling. âItâs really cute.â
âShouldnât you be asking if I have a boyfriend or something?â
âSounds like you want me to ask you.â
âI donât.â You exhaled slowly, turning your head so your cheek pressed against your arm. âIâm not looking for anything.â
âGood,â he said. âSo no boyfriend. Because it would be really awkward for me to take you to Paris if you had one. Boyfriends tend to get weird about that sort of thing.â
A soft laugh escaped before you could stop it. âYou donât even know me. Why are you so persistent?â
It was silent for a whileâso long it made your skin itch. You glanced at the console. Still active. But then his voice returned.
âBecause for months, your voice has been the only thing thatâs felt like home,â he said. âEvery flight, every approach, every time you say my call sign... it feels like coming home. And maybe thatâs stupid. Maybe Iâm just a pilot whoâs spent too many nights alone in hotels, wondering what itâd be like to hear you say my nameâmy real nameâjust once, but IâŠâ
The tower felt impossibly still around you, save for the sound of his soft breathing in your ear and the heavy press of something strange in your chest.
âFlight 447ââ
âCan I ask you something? And you can say no.â
ââŠWhat?â
âDo you want to switch to a private frequency?â
You shouldnât. It was a clear breach of communication policy. You knew that. But the tower was empty, Kai was distracted, and there was something in the way he said it that made you want to say yes so terribly much.
âFrequency 121.9,â you said.
âCopy that. Switching now.â
Your heart thudded. You flipped over to the private channel, palms slightly clammy against the controls, and waited.
âTower, this is Flight 447 on private frequency.â
âIâm here.â
You could hear the smile in his voice when he answered. âTell me something about you.â
âWhat do you want to know?â
âAnything. Doesnât matter. I just want to listen to your voice.â
You went quiet for a beat, still resting your head on your arms, the headset cord wrapped loosely around your fingers. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but something warm had started to bloom low in your chest.
âThatâs⊠I donât know what to say.â
âStart simple. What did you have for breakfast?â
Despite everything, you almost smiled. âCoffee.â
âJust coffee?â He groaned. âThatâs terrible for you. You need read food.â
âSays the man who probably only eats airplane food and orders hotel room service.â
âI make great scrambled eggs, actually,â he said, a little smug. âSecret ingredient is a little cream cheese folded in at the end.â
âYou cook?â
âMhmm. And I make the best carbonara.â
âAccording to who?â
âAccording to me. And Iâm a very reliable source.â
You smiled again. âVery humble, too.â
âAbsolutely. So, what about you? What do you do when youâre not busy keeping pilots from crashing into each other?â
You surprised yourself by answering. You told him about the pottery class you barely had time for on weekends, how you were trying to teach yourself guitar but could only play three chords and a more or less decent version of âWonderwallâ. You admitted to watch trash reality TV while folding laundry, and how your poor balcony basil plant had died three times and counting despite your best efforts.Â
It just... flowed. And it felt good. Comforting, even.Â
You found yourself sharing more than you meant to, your voice softer than usual in the quiet of the tower, like the distance between you made it easier to be honest.Â
You hadnât realized until now how much youâd come to like hearing his voice. Not the cocky, smug tone he usually used on open frequencyâbut this version. Soff and warm in a way that felt almost intimate. Like he actually cared about your answer. Like he actually saw you, even from thirty thousand feet away.
You were quiet for a moment, then asked, âWhy did you become a pilot?â
A breath passed. Maybe two.
âI had a little sister. She died when she was twelveâleukemia.â He paused, and you could hear the slight hitch in his breathing. âShe was obsessed with those National Geographic documentaries, always making plans about all the places she wanted to seeâthe Andes in Peru, hiking the Highlands in Scotland, and seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland. She had this whole notebook full of destinations she wanted to visit, with pictures cut out from magazines.â
You didnât move, afraid even a shift might break the moment.
âShe never left Japan. Never even got on a plane. But the day before she died, she made me promise Iâd see the world for her. That Iâd go to all the places and tell her about them.â Another shaky breath. âSo I became a pilot. And every flight, every city, every sunset high above the cloudsâsheâs with me. I take pictures for her. Collect postcards.â His laugh barely held. âProbably sounds crazy.â
âIt doesnât sound crazy at all.â You sat up straighter in your chair and rolled your sleeves down, suddenly feeling the night airâs chill. âSo the postcards from ZurichâŠâ
âI brought one for her, and one for you. I thought... maybe youâd like it too.â
âFlight 447,â you said softly, unsure what else to do with the weight in your chest.
âShe wouldâve liked you,â he added. âShe always said the most important people are the ones who make you feel like homeâeven when youâre thirty thousand feet in the air, circling your home airport at in the middle of the night because you cannot land.â
You were silent for a while, unable to find words.
âControl? Can I ask you something else?â
ââŠYeah.â
âWould you like to go out with me?â
You didnât say anything at first. Didnât even breathe at first, hand hovering near the console, but instead of replying, you slowly set your headset down and stoodâlegs unsteady. You crossed the small space behind your chair, ran a hand through your hair, tried to get your lungs to work again.
You werenât ready. Not for this. Not for him sounding that sincere. He was still up there, circling in the dark, waiting for something you werenât sure you could give. You braced your hands on the edge of the desk, heart pounding, and finally lowered yourself back into the chair. Slipped the headset on again.
âIâŠâ you began, but the rest of the sentence never came. Your throat tightened too much.
âYou donât have to answer now. Just think about it, okay?â
Then Kaiâs voice cut through your main frequency. âControl Seven, runwayâs clear for your holding traffic.â
You switched back to the private frequency, your voice steadier than you felt.Â
âFlight 447, youâre cleared for approach, runway 24L. Wind 180 at 5 knots.â
âRoger, cleared for approach runway 24L.â
You hesitated, your finger trembling slightly on the radio button, then softly, âLand safe, Satoru.â
Silence stretched between you, each moment an unbearable weight as you waited for him to speak, with only the soft static of the frequency for company. When his voice finally came back, it was barely above a whisper.
âYouâre so unfair, Control. How am I supposed to sleep now that Iâve finally heard you say my name like that?â
Your chest tightened, a fragile tenderness settling in your chest, and you closed your eyes, lost in the sudden intimacy of the moment.
âSee you on the ground, Control⊠and sleep easy tonight.â
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After that night, everything changed.
What had once been the most frustrating part of your job had quietly become the part you looked forward to most. You told yourself it was just the routine, the familiarity. A comforting voice between the chaos. But when Flight 447âs call sign popped up on your radar, your chest would do that stupid flutter before your brain could stop it. And the professional distance youâd worked so hard to maintain began crumbling piece by fragile piece.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting vectors, and good morning to my favorite controller.â
You didnât even try to hide your smile anymore. âGood morning, Captain. Turn left heading 180, descend and maintain 4,000.â
âHowâs that terrible tower coffee treating you today?â
âStill tastes like mud. But itâs keeping me awake.â
âYou really need someone to bring you proper coffee sometime.â
âFlight 447, contact Approach on 119.7.â
âWill do, beautiful. Save me a cup of that mud, will you?â
You caught yourself still smiling after heâd switched frequencies.Â
Your colleagues noticed the change immediately. Maki would glance over with that knowing grin the second his call sign blinked onto your screen. Sometimes she didnât even say anythingâjust raised her eyebrows and took a dramatically loud sip of her green tea.
Even Ijichi who was usually so quiet and reserved, seemed to soften. Now, heâd offer a small, genuinely happy smile when Satoruâs voice came through the speakers, like a younger brother observing something inevitable unfold.
The conversations with Satoru grew longer, more personal. Heâd tell you about the cities he flew toâthe morning mist over Pragueâs cobblestone streets, the way the late afternoon sunlight painted the Alps during his approach to Munich, the bustling markets in Vienna that smelled like roasted chestnuts and warm strudel.
âThereâs this little bakery in Prague,â he said once. âSells cinnamon sugar spirals on a stick that taste like sugar bread. I picked some up for you and will drop them by your gate when I land, though they might be a bit smushed from the flight, but I swear theyâre really good.â
You imagined him standing there, maybe still in his uniform, coffee in one hand and some pastry in the other, sunlight filtering through narrow European streets. You wished you couldâve been there with him.
One Tuesday evening, he came on frequency a few minutes early. âI saw the Northern Lights last night for the first time,â he said, skipping all pretense of small talk. âOver Helsinki. It looked incredible. I took about a hundred photos, even though they donât do it justice, but⊠I tried.â
âYour sister wouldâve loved that.â
âYeah. She would have.â His voice grew soft. âI wish you could have seen them too. With me.â
You hadnât planned on any of this. You didnât know where it was going. But every word felt a little easier than the last. Like you were building something one flight at a time, stitched together from shared late night conversations, shared silences, and a voice that had somehow made its way under your skin. And you hadnât even seen his face.
At some point, the flirting had stopped feeling like a game. You werenât sure when the shift happened, only that it had. One day you were rolling your eyes at his compliments, and the next⊠you caught yourself smiling before he even switched on the mic.
Heâd compliment your voice and your hair heâd never even seen, and youâd toss something sharp right back at his ego. Heâd ask about your day like it mattered, and youâd ask how the clouds looked up there in the sky.Â
Somewhere between the banter and clearance codes, you stopped resisting the warmth that bloomed in your chest every time he called you beautiful. Stopped pretending it didnât matter. Stopped pretending you didnât wait for his call sign, or feel the flutter in your stomach when he said your call sign like it was something heâd been waiting all day to say.
âYou sound tired today,â he said one afternoon, somewhere over the East China Sea, his voice laced with concern.
You stifled a yawn. âDouble shift. Someone called in sick.â
âThatâs the third time this month. You need to take better care of yourself.â
âIâm fine.â
âWhenâs the last time you took a day off? And I mean not just sleeping in because you worked late, but actually doing something for yourself?â
You paused, thought about it, and realized you couldnât remember.
âThat settles it. When I get back from the Zagreb route next week, weâre going somewhere. Somewhere with decent coffee and food that doesnât come from a vending machine.â
âIs that a request or a demand, Captain?â
âItâs a promise.â
Late night conversations on the private frequency became your favorite kind of bad habit. You told yourself you werenât abusing the systemâyou just happened to monitor 121.9 a little more closely on nights when you knew he was in the air.
When the tower thinned out to near silence, leaving only the hum of the monitors, and his overnight flights aligned perfectly with your shifts, you always found a reason to switch channels.
âCanât sleep up there?â youâd ask when his voice came through the static.
âAutopilotâs handling the boring parts. Thought Iâd check on my favorite insomniac instead.â
âIâm not an insomniac,â youâd say, leaning into the console, exhausted but smiling. âIâm working.â
âItâs 3 AM. You should be in bed, curled up with a blanket and binge some Netflix.â
âSomeoneâs gotta guide the pretty pilots through the night sky.â
He never missed a beat. âJust one pretty pilot in particular, I hope. Otherwise I might get jealous.â
And you let him win these little exchanges. Because the truth was, the static of 121.9 had quietly become where you truly felt yourself. A place where your voice softened, where the walls came down, where you werenât Control Sevenâyou were just you. Tired, overcaffeinated, sometimes frustrated with everythingâbut somehow still able to breathe easier when his voice filled your headset.
You didnât have a name for what was growing between youâbut it was there. Steady. Constant. Cruising at altitude and waiting for the moment one of you was brave enough to land.
Those conversations could last hoursâhim circling above the Pacific while you guided other aircraft, both of you stealing moments between official duties to talk about everything and nothing. Heâd tell you about passengers heâd met, youâd share stories about the quirky new controller in the tower. Heâd describe the view from his cockpit, youâd explain what the radar looked like from your perspective.
âDo you ever wonder what it would be like if weâd met differently?â he asked one night.
âHow do you mean?â
âIf I wasnât a pilot, and you werenât up in a tower. If we just... bumped into each other at a grocery store or something.â
âWould you have still talked my ear off about arctic birds?â
âProbably.â He laughed. âThough I might have started with the weather like a normal person.â
âI donât think you know how to be normal, Captain.â
You found yourself looking forward to his flights. When Flight 447 appeared on your radar, it was like a switch flipped on inside your chest. And when his route changed and he wasnât there you caught yourself glancing at the flight board more than necessary. If his flight was delayed by weather or mechanical issues, youâd feel it settle heavy in your chest like stones until his call sign appeared on your screen.
âMiss me?â heâd tease whenever your shifts missed each other and the silence stretched too long.
âYou wish.â
âI do, actually. Horribly.â
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldnât see it. âThe frequencyâs been blessedly quiet without you. You wouldnât believe how efficiently I can work without your constant interruptions.â
âLiar. You were bored as hell.â
âFlight 447, Iâm transferring you to Approach before your big ego causes your plane to crash.â
âDonât you think itâs a little to late for that, Control? Itâs this big since you said my name that one time.â
You groaned, pressing your palm to your forehead, but you were smiling. Always smiling. And he knew it. You both did. And pretending otherwise had started to feel pointless.
ââŠI missed you.â
You leaned forward, arms crossed on the edge of your console, and hunched your shoulders, trying to shake off the shiver that traced down your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear.
âApproach is waiting, Captain.â
A few weeks had passed since that first private frequency conversation, and you still hadnât given him a direct answer about the date. But somewhere between his stories about sunrises over the Himalayas and your chaotic work anecdotes, the question had become less about whether and more about when. Even if you didnât have the courage to admit it yet.
âSo,â he said one Thursday evening, while preparing for approach, âabout that dateâŠâ
Your heart stuttered in the smallest, stupidest way.
âI know a little cafĂ© in Shibuya. Itâs away from the main tourist spots and makes the best matcha lattes in Tokyo. Perfect place for two hardworking colleagues to grab a coffee.â
âWe are colleagues, Flight 447.â
âColleagues who happen to enjoy each otherâs company.â
âColleagues who work together professionally.â
âColleagues who talk on private frequencies at 2 AM about the Northern Lights and their horrible exes.â His voice carried that familiar teasing note. âCome on, whatâs the worst that could happen? I promise not to talk about aircraft separation minimums the whole time.â
âThe worst that could happen is that it gets complicated.â
âItâs already complicated.â
You were quiet for a moment, knowing he was right. You shifted slightly in your chair, fingers idly twirling the cable of your headset.
âFlight 447, contact Approach on 119.7.â
âThe cafĂ©âs called Blue Mountain,â he said before switching. âSaturday afternoon. If youâre free.â
âIâll think about it.â
Later that night, you lay on your back in the dark, staring at the ceiling of your apartment as the last traces of twilight faded from deep purple to black outside your open window, and replayed every conversation, every laugh, every time heâd called you beautiful.
You were a grown woman. A professional. You managed emergencies, rerouted aircraft in storm systems, made decisions in mere seconds that kept hundreds of people safe every day.
And here you were. Heart in shambles over a man youâd never even seen in person.
It didnât make sense. Pilots are arrogant. Thatâs a universal truth youâd learned over the years in air traffic control. They walked through airports like they owned the sky, had egos the size of their aircraft, an attention span of a goldfish when it came to relationships, and probably a different girlfriend in every city.
Satoru was a pilot.Â
Therefore, by the sacred logic of the universe, he was a bad idea.
Youâd learned that lesson the hard wayâgiven your heart to people whoâd seemed so sure, so persistent, so convinced they wanted forever until they didnât. Until the reality of loving someone flawed and human became too much work, too complicated, too real.
But now here was himâpersistent, charming, relentless in his pursuit of something that existed only in radio waves and imagination. All he had was your voice and whatever fantasy heâd constructed around it. And fantasies, no matter how beautiful, eventually shattered when they met reality.
You didnât know much about him. Not his favorite movie, or if he was the type to do laundry right away or leave it on a chair for three days. You didnât know who broke his heart last, or what he looked like when he was nervous. You didnât even know if he wore glasses or if his hair curled when it rained.
For all you knew, he talked like this to every controller on every route. Maybe you were just one more frequency heâd tuned into. A novelty. A nice voice to pass the time.
Yet you knew he brought you gifts from cities youâd never visited. You knew he worried when you worked too many hours. You knew he talked to his dead sister through postcards and photographs, and somehow let you be a part of that grief. You knew the sound of his breathing thirty thousand feet above you, and sometimes wished you could fall asleep to it.
But this wasnât real. Whatever this wasâchemistry, attraction, some strange radio wave Stockholm syndromeâit couldnât be real. Real relationships required proximity, shared experiences, mundane Tuesday mornings and arguments over who left the bathroom light on. Not conversations between approach vectors and weather reports in the middle of the night.
Heâd never seen you laugh until your sides hurt, never witnessed you cry out of frustration. He didnât know that you were shy in crowds, that you overthought everything, that you had trust issues wrapped around your heart like scar tissue.
This was in between. A connection built in the air, not on the ground. And you were being smart by saying no. You were being practical. Responsible. You were doing what made sense.
But why did the idea of never knowing the warmth of his hand in yours make your chest ache like you were already grieving something that hadnât even had the chance to exist?
You rolled onto your side, pulled the covers up higher, and pressed your face into the pillow.
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It was one of those graveyard shifts where the world felt like it had gone still. Most of the world was asleep, save for you, a few stray cargo flights, and the quiet static of Flight 447 holding steady somewhere over the ocean. And him. Always him.
You were back on private frequency. What began, as it always did, with talk of altitudes and airspeed, soon shifted to stories of cities and people heâd met in Dublin and that little bakery heâd found in Budapest, that heâs sure of youâd love.
And then he told you about his ex-girlfriend whoâd left him because she couldnât handle the distance, the loneliness of hotel rooms. He spoke of his parents, whoâd always expected him to run the familyâs company, and how they still didnât understand why heâd chosen to spend his life in the sky.
You found yourself sharing more than you probably should, as you always did in these hushed momentsâyour failed engagement to a man whoâd wanted you to quit air traffic control because it was âtoo stressfulâ, your complicated relationship with your mother, and how sometimes, even now, it still felt like your worth came with conditions.
âIâve never told anyone that before,â you said softly after confessing how youâd chosen this career partly to prove you could handle something your ex-fiancĂ© thought was too difficult for you.
âI'm glad you told me,â Satoruâs voice was soft through the headset. And despite the exhaustion, your chest gave that familiar, traitorous flutter. âI love listening to your voice, especially when youâre being honest about things that matter.â
âSatoruâŠâ you said, without thinkingâhis name slipping out in a whisper that carried more weight than it should have.
âSay that again.â
âYour name?â
âYes,â he breathed, the single word aching. âPlease.â
You hesitated. Not because you didn't want toâbut because speaking it aloud meant acknowledging the weight it carried.
âSatoru,â you said again, slower this time. His name felt warm on your tongue, like something meant to be spoken softly, like a confession wrapped in a name.
On the other end of the line, silence stretched long enough to make your heart stutter.
âSatoru?â you asked. âAre you there?â
âIâm here. I was just⊠thinking.â
âAbout what?â
A beat.
âAbout how much I want to kiss you right now.â
Your breath caught so fast it hurt. Heat flooded your face and you pulled your headset off for a moment, pressing your palms against your burning cheeks.
You stood for a second, pacing a few slow steps behind your chair, trying to shake it off, to convince yourself you hadnât heard what you just heard. But your heart wouldnât stop racing, a wild bird trapped in your ribs, like your body was reacting to something your mind hadnât even begun to process, let alone given permission for.
Because part of you had desperately wanted to hear those words. And part of you didnât know what the hell to do with them now that they were real. You stared at the headset in your lap, hesitating. Wanting. Dreading.
After a few seconds, you slipped the headset back on.
âDid I scare you with that?â
âNo,â you said quietly. âItâs⊠itâs fine.â
âI mean it, you know. I really do want to kiss you.â
âThis is insane. Weâve never even met.â
âIt doesnât feel that way to me. Feels like Iâve known you forever.â
His words settled deep, heavier than the silence that followed. Something about them felt like a confession hanging between earth and sky, between personal and professional, between safe and what if.
âSatoruâŠâ
âI know how you take your coffee. I know how you sound when youâre tired, and what makes you laugh when youâre trying not to. I know you bite your lip when youâre concentratingâbecause I can hear it in your voice. And I know you put everyone else ahead of yourself even when you shouldnât. I know enough to care. And enough to want more.â A pause. âWhat else do I need to know?â
âWhat I look like, for starters.â
âI donât care.â
âYou donât care?â
âNo, because itâs your voice I think about at night. Thatâs what drew me in. The rest⊠it never mattered.â
You sat there, heartbeat loud in your ears, not sure how to breathe, let alone how to respond.
âSay something,â he whispered. âPlease.â
âI donât know what to say.â
âSay youâll have coffee with me. Say youâll give me a chance to see the woman Iâve fallen for.â
Your breath caught again. âFallen for?â you repeated, like maybe saying it aloud would help you believe it.
âYes. Completely, hopelessly fallen for.â
Your hands liftedâwithout thinking, almost desperateâand pressed against the headset like you could pull his voice closerâpull him closer. Part of you wanted him to say it again. Needed to hear it, to make sure it was real. And another part wished he hadnât said it at all. Because now it was alive between you. Irrevocable.
âIâŠâ You stopped, swallowed, tried again. âI have toââ You panicked and switched back to the main frequency. âIjichi? Can you take over Flight 447 for me? I need to step out for a second.â
âEverything okay?â Ijichiâs voice sounded concerned.
âYeah,â you said. âJust need a bathroom break.â
You yanked the headset off and fled to the small restroom down the hall, slammed the lock shut, and leaned back against the door as if afraid his words might follow you in.
You turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto your face. Droplets clung to your lashes and slid down your neck. Still, the heat in your skin wouldnât go away, chest rising and falling too fast.
What is happening?Â
He couldnât be serious. He couldnât just⊠fall for your voice. That wasnât how this worked. That wasnât how any of this worked. You hadnât even met him. You didnât know what his laugh looked like when it reached his eyes. He didnât know how you looked when you werenât exhausted. And yetâ
Yet here you were, breathless in a dim airport bathroom in the middle of the night, heart racing like you were the one whoâd made the confession.
This is insane. He is a pilot. Probably talks like this to every other control tower from Berlin to Bangkok. But whyâGod, whyâdid you want to kiss him back so badly?
ââ ⹠·âžâž
You took a week off without telling him.
It was cruelâyou knew that. But you needed time. Time to breathe. Time to think. Time to stop feeling like you were going to fly apart every time you heard his voice. But distance didnât feel like space. It felt like ache.
You spent most of that week alone in your apartment, curled into corners of yourself you hadnât visited in years. You rearranged your bookshelves. Watered your plants twice in one day. Cleaned your windows until they gleamed like they havenât in years.Â
And still, none of it helped. You ended up lying on your back in your bed, just⊠thinking. Wondering if he was worried. If he noticed the silence. If he regretted saying what he did.
You replayed the conversation endlessly, like a scratched record stuck on the moment his voice had dropped, tender and fragile with something like a confession.Â
Completely, hopelessly fallen for.Â
You could still hear it. Still feel the way your lungs had stuttered.
You hadnât meant to fall for him. But you had.
Maybe it started the moment he told you that your voice felt like coming home to him. Or maybe it was the first time he opened up about his sister, the way his voice caught halfway through the sentence, like he was still learning how to hold that grief in his mouth. Or maybe it was even before that, when he brought you chocolate from Zurich and called you special to customs agents heâd never meet again.
You wanted to kiss him then. You want to kiss him now. And that terrified you more than anything. Not because it wasnât real, but because youâd wanted it to be real for so long without even realizing. But wanting and admitting were two different things.Â
So instead, you wrapped yourself in quiet and waited for the ache to fade. It didnât. You thought it would. You thought time would create space, and space would give you clarity. But it didnât, and the ache only grew stronger.
By day three, you caught yourself checking the flight tracking apps, wondering if he was flying the skies above you, if his voice was somewhere out there asking another controller for vectors. If heâd call them âbeautifulâ too.
By day four, you were questioning whether radio silence was mature or just cowardly, and by day five, you were actively pacing your apartment, cursing yourself for disappearing and cursing him for making you feel this way in equal measures.
You heard the familiar drone of an aircraft passing overhead through your open window and stopped your pacing instantly, tilting your head toward the sound as it grew louder, then began to fade.
Was that him? His flight cutting through the darkness with some other controller guiding him home? Someone elseâs voice in his headset? The thought made you sick.
Your phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. A text from Maki. âYour pilot boyfriend keeps asking where you are.â
You stared at the message for a long time. Not because you didnât care, but because you didnât know what to say. Because how could you possibly say I miss him without it sounding like you were already halfway in love. And maybe you were.
****
You returned on day six. Not because you were ready, or because the questions had answers, or your chest had stopped aching when his name passed through your thoughts, but because Tokyoâs sky was falling apart and there was no more time left to hide.
The call came at 3:42 AMâall available controllers needed immediately. Level four emergency.
You barely had time to pull on your uniform, hair still damp from the shower, as you rushed past stranded passengers sleeping on benches and gate agents with phones pressed to both ears, while overhead an urgent announcement looped in four languages.Â
A massive weather front had swept across the Pacific, turning Tokyoâs airspace into chaos. Delayed flights, emergency diversions, aircraft running low on fuel circling in holding patterns, waiting for safe corridors to open. But when you reached your workstation, you stopped.
Flowers.Â
A small, beautiful arrangement of white roses and babyâs breath in a clear glass vase.
âHe sends them every day,â Maki said, appearing beside you with a stack of weather reports. âAsks if someone can place them on your desk. In case you come back.â
You couldnât speak, only stared at the petals, watching one tremble in the air conditioning draft. Something fragile inside your chest pulled taut.Â
Six days.Â
Heâd been sending flowers to an empty chair for six days.
âYou okay?â Maki asked.
âIâm good,â you managed, swallowing hard. âI need toââ But there was no time.Â
âTower, this is Flight 892, requesting immediate vectors around weather cell bearing 270.â
For the next three hours, there was no room left for feelings. You were too busy handling all the alternate airport requests, fuel emergencies, and missed approaches that required immediate rerouting.
âFlight 315, turn right heading 180, descend to 8,000. Moderate turbulence ahead, advise caution.â
âFlight 726, negative climb, maintain 12,000. Traffic conflict. Standby for alternate routing.â
Every call you answered felt like a life being tossed into your hands. You held on tight. You didnât shake. At least, not on the outside.Â
A sudden, blinding flash from outside momentarily bleached the room, then plunged it back into deeper shadow as rain lashed heavily against the towerâs windows.
And then, between the tangle of signals and storm interference, a call sign you knew like your own name lit up your screen.Â
Flight 447.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting vectors through weather, andââ He pausedâlike heâd caught the shaky breath you hadnât meant to let slip through. âControl, is that you?â
It shouldnât have undone you like that. But it did. Your knees went weak under your console. Relief flooded through you at the sound of his voice, alive and safe. Your throat tightened around a dozen things you wanted to say, but there was no time.
âFlight 447, turn left heading 090, descend to 6,000. Thereâs a gap in the storm cell at your two oâclock.â
âRoger, left 090, down to 6,000.â A beat. âItâs good to hear your voice again.â
You wanted to respond, to explain, to apologize for disappearing like a coward, but four other aircraft were calling for attention at the same time and the storm was intensifying still.
âFlight 447, be advised, severe turbulence ahead. Recommend immediate deviation right, heading 130.â
âNegative, weâre already committed to this approach. Weâll ride itââ
Then nothing. The radio snapped to static, then went silent.
You stood up so fast your chair rolled backward and bumped into the console behind you. One hand clutched the headset tighter to your ear, the other braced against your desk.
âFlight 447, come in.â
No response.
âSatoru, do you copy?â
Still nothing. Only white noise.
Lightning split the sky outside, followed by a deep, rattling roar of thunder that vibrated through the control room. But all you could hear was the terrifying silence where his voice shouldâve been.
Your hand trembled as you keyed the mic. âFlight 447, please respond.â
Then, finally, cutting through the noise, âControl. Iâm here. Lost comms for a moment there.â
You sank back into your chair like your legs had stopped working, the adrenaline suddenly too much to hold. You rested your forearms on the edge of the console, hands trembling slightly as you leaned in, pressing your forehead against them, trying to steady the frantic beat of your heart against your ribs.Â
âWhatâs with the silence now,â he whispered softly. âWere you worried about me, love?â
Love.
Heâd never said that before. Beautiful, gorgeous, honeyâbut never this. Not like that. Not so soft and tender, like youâd been his love for so long that saying it was simply acknowledging what already existed, what had been waiting patiently in his chest for the right moment to slip free. And never had you been so stupidly, helplessly happy to hear a single word.
He is alive. He is safe. And heâd called you love.
âFlight 447, confirm youâre okay.âÂ
âWeâre fine. Bumpy ride, but nothing we canât handle.â
Neither of you said anything for a moment.
âIâve missed you.â
Your throat tightened. Six days of silence. Six days of waiting, wondering, and avoiding the thing you were most afraid to admit. Six days of white roses waiting for your return, and here he was, relieved to hear your voide again like you were something precious heâd thought heâd lost.Â
As if your absence had mattered.Â
As if heâd missed you the way youâd missed him.
âThank you,â you said. âFor the flowers.â
âYou donât have to thank me. Just⊠donât go quiet on me again, okay? Itâs hard to feel like Iâm coming home when youâre not the one guiding me there.â
You closed your eyes, the ache blooming hot behind your ribs. Coming home. How could he say things like that so easily? How could he make you feel like you were drowning and flying at the same time with just a handful of words spoken through radio static?
And the worst part was how easily he said itâlike you really were his home, his anchor point in all that vast sky. Like this thing between you wasnât just something imagined, but something real enough to miss, something worth coming back to.
âI wonât,â you said, barely above a whisper.
âPromise?â
âI promise.â
And you meant it. Whatever had made you run, whatever fear had driven you to take that week offâit felt so stupidly irrelevant compared to the relief of knowing he was safe. Of knowing somewhere above the clouds, heâd been looking for your voice.
âSee you on the ground, beautiful.â
And then the line went silent.
Your eyes stayed locked on his radar symbol, unwilling to look away, tracking his descent as if your gaze alone could guide him safely down. Your eyes drifted to the flowers beside your console, your chest tight with guilt because youâd been too much of a coward to face what you felt for him.Â
What was holding you back when he was right there? Wanting you, missing you enough to notice your absence, calling you love so tenderly. What was so terrifying about someone who made you feel like the most important voice in his sky?
He missed you. Wanted you. And you missed him like the sky misses his stars in daylight. Now he was descending through storm clouds, almost within reach, and you still didnât know how to say any of it.
You watched his altitude drop.
8,000 feet.Â
6,000.
4,000.
Each number bringing him closer to solid groundâcloser to you.
Then another violent gust tore across the runway. A sharp gasp cut through the tower, everyone suddenly stood and looked out the windows as Flight 447 broke through the storm clouds, lurching violently sideways. The planeâs wings tilted at a sickening angle, fighting against the crosswind as it dropped like a stone before catching itself.
Your heart flatlined.
âMaki, can you cover for me?â you asked, voice tight, already moving.
She looked away from the window. âWhat? Yeah, butââÂ
You were gone. Down the tower stairs, past security who barely glanced at your badge, through the restricted access door and straight into the teeth of the storm. Didnât matter that you were soaking wet or that this was completely against protocol. All you knew was you had to see him.
Rain hit you immediately like ice, instantly soaking through your uniform, but you didnât slow. Across the runway, Flight 447 was coming in hard. You watched it slam onto the wet asphaltâone heavy bounce, then another, the aircraft struggling to find purchase on the waterlogged asphalt before finally coming to a halt with a loud screech of brakes.
Not a crash. But rough enough to stop your breathing.
You ran faster, shoes splashing through puddles as emergency crews rushed past you toward the plane. The aircraft had stopped crooked on the runway, passenger stairs already being rolled into position as ground crew in bright orange vests hurried around the scene.
 It was stupid, so stupid. You didnât even know what he looked like. But thenâ
You saw him. For the first time in your life.
He stepped out of the cockpit door, tall and undeniably handsome even amidst the chaos. His hair was drenched form the rain, plastered back from his forehead, his pilotâs uniform soaked and wrinkled. He was looking around slowly, searching through the crowd with a furrowed brow and eyes the exact impossible blue youâd somehow always known theyâd be. And thenâ
And then his gaze found yours. And everything stopped. No thunder. No wind. No roar of engines or shouts from the crew.
Your eyes met across the storm, and the world fell away. You had never seen this man before, but it didnât feel that way. It felt like remembering. There was no question, no doubt, no moment of uncertaintyâyou knew it was him the same way you knew your own heartbeat.
The voice youâd fallen for belonged to this man, this beautiful and insufferable pilot who was staring at you like heâd just found something heâd been searching for his entire life.Â
And now heâd found you.
You ran toward him through the chaos, feet splashing through more puddles, rain streaming down your face. He moved toward you too, taking the metal steps down from the plane two at a time, his hand sliding along the wet railing.Â
You met in the middle of the runway, both out of breath, both drenched to the bone. Rain clung to his white lashes as he stared at youâthose impossible blue eyes youâd imagined a hundred times now real, locked on your face like you were the only thing in the world. And yes, they were just as blue as a winter sky. Up close, he was somehow even more beautiful than youâd let yourself believe.
You opened your mouth, then closed it again, suddenly at a complete loss for words. âWould you like to go out with me?â you finally managed, having to raise your voice over the wind and rain.
Satoru blinked, his hair plastered against his forehead. A slow, handsome smile spread across his face.
âYeah,â he said, voice rough with emotion. âIâd really like that.â
And then he was moving, one hand sliding around your waist while the other came up to cradle your face, thumb brushing away raindropsâor maybe tears, you couldnât tell anymore. He pulled you closer, bridging the last inches like heâd been waiting forever to do it.
When he kissed you, it was like coming home after being lost for years. Desperate and tender, months of longing finally given form. His lips were impossibly soft against yours, warm despite the cold rain, and you could taste the storm on his mouth, feel the way his breath caught when you kissed him back.
Rain poured around you as you finally, finally kissed the voice that had become your everything.
When you broke apart, both breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. His hands trembled slightly where they held you, like he still couldnât believe this was real.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he whispered.
Then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, pouring months of missed chances and sleepless nights into the space between your lips. His grip tightened on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted from the ground and spun once, twice, in the pouring rain like you weighed nothing at all.
Storm clouds churned overhead and emergency crews moved around you, but it felt like you were the only two people in the worldâsuspended in this perfect moment between earth and sky and the the feeling of finally being found.
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A few weeks later.
âCareful with that,â Satoru warned as you briefly touched a panel of switches, his hand catching your wrist gently. âUnless you want to explain to the airline why we accidentally activated the emergency slides in the hangar.â
You were perched in the captainâs seat of his Boeing 777, legs tucked beneath you as you took in the array of countless instruments, screens, and controls that made up his office thirty thousand feet above the ground. The cockpit was smaller than youâd imagined, more intimate, every surface covered with buttons and displays that somehow made sense to him.
âYou actually understand all of this?â
âEach and every switch, gauge, and warning light.â He leaned over you from where he stood beside the captainâs seat, his chest brushing your shoulder as he pointed to different instruments. âSee this? Itâs the primary flight displayâshows our altitude, airspeed, heading. Thatâs the navigation display, weather radar hereâŠâ
You could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of his body as he leaned in closer to point out the next display. You loved watching him like thisâthe way he lit up when talking about his aircraft, completely absorbed in every detail with that endearing kinda nerdy side of his. But being this close to him made it hard to focus on anything he was saying when all you could think about was the way his voice rumbled low near your ear.
âAnd this,â he continued, reaching around you to tap a small screen, his arm caging you in against the seat, âshows exactly how beautiful my air traffic controller looks in my chair.â
You turned to find his face inches from yours. His sky blue eyes caught the gentle light like glass, impossibly clear, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe.
âThatâs not what that screen shows.â
âNo? Then why canât I look away from it?â
âYouâre stupid.â But you were smiling, tilting your head back against the headrest to maintain eye contact. âShow me something else.â
âDemanding little controller.â His fingers trailed along the overhead panel, flipping switches as he spoke. âThese control cabin pressure, air conditioning, electrical systemsâŠâ
You sank deeper into the chair, letting his soothing voice wash over you.
âThese are the autopilot controls.â His hand moved again. âThis button engages the systemâbasically tells the plane to fly itself according to the flight plan weâve programmed.â His finger moved to another switch. âThis one controls altitude hold, and this manages our heading.â
âBut hereâs the most important thing.â Satoru reached toward a small compartment near the instrument panel and pulled out a photo of the two of you from that stormy nightâcompletely drenched, kissing in the rain. It was blurry as hell and underexposed, and absolutely perfect.
âI still canât believe Hana managed to get this shot,â you said, taking it from him. âShe really thought âOh, what a perfect time for a pictureâ while there was literally an emergency evacuation going on.â
Satoru laughed. âBut arenât you gald she took it?â
âWe look absolutely stupid.âÂ
Your hair was plastered to your face, his uniform wrinkled and soaked, but you both looked happy. Really happy.
âYou look perfect,â he said, leaning closer. âAnd you were so cute when you had that total meltdown thinking something happened to me.â
âI did not have a meltdownââ
âYou ran across an active runway. In a storm.â He traced the edge of the photo with his finger, smiling. âMy professional, composed controller lost her cool because she was worried about her pilot.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
âIâm just sayingââ He leaned back against the instrument panel, clearly enjoying this. âFor someone who spent months pretending to hate my guts, you certainly changed your mind when you thought I might be hurt.â
âI was worried about you.â
His smile softened. âYou didnât have to.â He paused, then reached out, gently cupping your face. âNo matter how rough the storm or the landing, Iâm never really lostânot when I know youâre there. You always guide me home safely.â
âYouâre stupid.â
âStupidly in love, yeah,â he murmuredâand then he kissed you.
What started soft and slow quickly turned heated. You pulled him closer by his tie, and he braced his hand against the seat beside your head, his tongue sliding against yours as his mouth pressed hungrily to yours.
âController,â Satoru said between kisses, his voice already rough. âWhat exactly are you starting here?â
âIâm not starting anything,â you said, even though your fingers were already working his tie loose.
âClearly.â
You rose from the chair and tugged gently at his loosened tie and he followed without resistance. With a gentle push to his chest, you guided him down into the captainâs seat. He let himself fall back into it, eyes locked on yours. Without a word, you climbed into his lap, straddling him. His hands found your waist immediately, pulling you close as his mouth met yours again like he couldnât stand another second apart.
âMy breakâs over in fifteen,â you murmured against his lips. âAnd the planeâs grounded for another hour. No one should be around.â
He pulled back just enough to give you a look. âWait⊠did you check the maintenance schedule before coming here?â
âMaybe.â
âGod,â he groaned against your mouth, his hands gliding up your back. âDo you even know what you do to me?â
âIâm just making efficient use of our time, Captain,â you whispered, rolling your hips slightly and feeling him tense beneath you. âIsnât that what good air traffic control is about? Proper scheduling and all that?â
His laugh came out breathless, strained. âPretty sure this isnât in any manual Iâve read.â
âThen I guess youâll have to improvise.â You threaded your fingers through his white hair and pulled him closer. âYouâre good at handling unexpected situations, arenât you?â
Whatever he was about to say dissolved as he caught your lips again, urgency building in the small space between your bodies. One hand slipped beneath your shirt, warm fingers tracing the curve of your lower back, while the other gripped your thigh possessively.
You started undoing the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, impatience bleeding into every movement. Fabric slipped from his shoulders as you pushed it off. You pressed your hands against his bare chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat under your palms and traced slowly down over his abs, earning a rough groan of his against your lips.
âWhy do I get the feeling this was your plan all along?âÂ
Satoru tugged at your shirt, easing it off your shoulders as his lips trailed along your collarbone, then down to the strap of your bra, pushing it aside to press kisses to the skin beneath.
âSays the man undressing me in his cockpit,â you managed, though your voice caught when his mouth found your neck and sucked lightly.
âI canât believe you let me ramble about navigation systems for ten minutes straight when this was your plan.â
âYouâre cute when youâre being all professional and nerdy.â
âYouâre terrible.âÂ
His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer until you could feel him hard and pressing through his uniform. A soft sound escaped your lips before you could stop it, and his mouth crashed back onto yours, like he was trying to steal every moan before it left your lips.
âCareful. Donât want us getting caught, right?â
You barely heard him. Your hands dropped to his belt, leather unfastening fast. It didnât take long to push aside everything that wasnât necessary. You were both nothing if not efficient, after all. And the last threads of restraint snapped as Satoruâs hands slid up your bare thighs, fingers hooking beneath your underwear and pulling it aside.
His head tipped back against the seat, breath catching as you moved against him. âFuck,â he whispered, hands gripping your waist and pulling you closer as you found your rhythm together. His mouth on yours again, swallowing the soft sounds neither of you could hold back.
Surrounded by the controls and countless displays, the cockpit windows slowly fogging from your heated breathing, you couldnât help but think about how it all started. This was where it beganâthirty thousand feet above the world, suspended between earth and sky in the place where his voice had first found yours. From that very first radio call, from the moment heâd called you beautiful, it had always been leading here.Â
As if inevitable.
Now, with your hands mapping his skin and your name falling from his lips in soft moans, it felt like coming full circle. From air traffic control to this. From âFlight 447â to âSatoru.â From guiding him home to finally being home.
And that felt pretty damn good.
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Six months later.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting permission to land and take my gorgeous girlfriend out for dinner tonight,â came the voice you loved through your headset, smooth as always despite the late hour.
You rolled your eyes, though you smiled. âFlight 447, you do realize the entire tower can hear you, right?â
âEven better. Let them all know how lucky I am.â
Around the control tower, your colleagues had long since stopped pretending to be annoyed by Satoruâs radio flirtations. Maki still teased you about how cute you both sounded over the frequency, and even Ijichi had gotten used to the intimate banter without blushing like a teenage boy whoâd accidentally walked into a lingerie store.
The gifts never stopped coming. From Vilnius, heâd brought a handwritten pierogi recipe from an elderly woman heâd chatted with during his layoverâand it was surprisingly good when he made it for you on the weekend. He did not lie when he told you heâs a good cook.Â
From Faro came a hand painted pot for the basil plant youâd surely kill again, but it didnât matter as heâd secretly replace it in the middle of the night so youâd think youâd finally managed to keep a plant alive and see your happy smile. Seville brought oranges heâd handpicked from the city gardens, and Barcelona brought a gorgeous Picasso art book.
And, of course, every trip came with two postcards. One for you, and one for his sister. Youâd started framing the ones meant for her and hanging them throughout his apartment for him.
âYou know you donât have to bring me something from every city,â youâd told him after heâd brought more expensive chocolate from Zurich.
âLet me spoil my girl,â heâd replied simply, watching you take a bite. âBesides, all you see is that boring tower all day. You deserve a little treat.â
The radio banter had only gotten worseâor better, depending on your perspective.
âTower, Flight 447 requesting vectors to your heart.â
âFlight 447 keep it professional or Iâm diverting you to Osaka.â
âOof. Brutal. But if you send me to Osaka, youâll never see what I brought you from Rome.â
Your colleagues had started keeping a list of his most ridiculous radio calls. âFlight 447 requesting visual on the prettiest controller in the hemisphereâ was Makiâs current favorite, while Ijichi still cringed about the time Satoru had asked for âRequesting altitude adjustment because I just fell for youâagain.â
Yeah. It was absolutely cheesy.
Moving in together happened gradually, then all at once. Your clothes moved to his closet, your coffee mugs replaced all of his ugly ones in the kitchen, and suddenly your shift schedule was magnetted to his refrigerator beside his flight rotations. One day, you realized you were planning your lives around each other without ever having had the conversation.
âYour apartmentâs bigger,â youâd pointed out, when you finally made it official.
âYours has the better balcony. But mineâs closer to the airport.â
âSo, your place then. But Iâm bringing my good coffee maker.â
âAnd wonât let me see that adorable little wince you do at my terrible coffee in the morning? Youâre heartless.â
But the real adjustment wasnât space or schedules. It was learning each otherâs bodies with the same intensity youâd spent months learning each otherâs voices. After all, with falling in love through radio static, there was a lot of missed physical intimacy to make up for.
Some weekends you didnât even make it out of your shared apartment, too consumed with discovering each other all over again. Your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, sheets warm beneath you as he settled over you, pressing kisses to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone like he couldnât decide where to focus first.
âI used to fantazise about this,â he murmured between kisses.
âAbout what?â
âThis.â His voice dropped lower, lips bruising your throat. âWhat youâd sound like when you werenât trying so hard to be professional⊠imagining the sounds youâre making now, how youâd moan my name with that pretty voice of yours.â
You pulled him closer, lips finding his again, his tongue hot against yours.
 âYeah?â
He smiled against your mouth. âYou have no idea how many nights I imagined the taste of your skin. How many times I lay awake wondering if your thighs would shake when I fucked you hard enough.â
Your breath stuttered, hands gripping his shoulders like they were the only steady thing left. âGood thing weâve got time now to find out.â
âYeah. And I plan on making up for all of it,â he whisperedâjust before his fingers slipped between your thighs, and you forgot how to speak altogether.
And you did make up for lost time. Learning that he was somehow even more affectionate and thorough in person than over the radio.Â
In the quiet of your bedroom, with the curtains drawn and the world hushed beyond the walls, you discovered each other slowly. Â
How he always shivered when you traced patterns across his abs. How you had a small scar just below your ribcage from a childhood fall that he found with his lips, kissing along your skin until you arched beneath him. How your body tensed and then melted completely when his mouth worked between your legs, drawing sounds from you that made him groan against your skin.
You learned the weight of his arm draped over you, holding you close when he was moving from behind, and how soothing it felt when his fingers traced lazy patterns on your shoulder until sleep claimed you both. Discovered that lazy morning sex, followed by his surprisingly good scrambled eggs, was the perfect way to start any day.
You spent hours like this, days even, learning the language of each otherâs bodies with a thoroughness that left no inch unexplored and no fantasy unfulfilled.
âYou know,â he said one evening, pulling you into his lap while you tried to review approach procedures on the couch, âI spent so many nights wondering what it would be like to touch you while you worked.â
âAnd now?â
âNow I get to find out what happens when I do thisââ His lips found that sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp and completely forget what youâd been reading. âWhile youâre trying to be all professional.â
âThatâs unfair.â
âThatâs what makes it fun.â
The night everything changed started like any other. Weather delays had backed up traffic for hours, leaving Satoru circling above the Pacific in a holding pattern while you worked through the endless stream of aircraft. It was past midnight, the tower hushed and dim, when you finally switched to private frequency.
âBored up there, Captain?â
âNever bored when Iâm talking to you. Though I was thinkingâŠâ
âDangerous pastime for you.â
âWeâre both stuck here for the next few hours. You, managing this beautiful chaos from your tower. Me, alone with the stars at thirty thousand feet.â His voice carried that familiar warmth that always made something flutter in your chest. âFeels like the perfect date to me.â
You ended up talking for three hours, switching between official vectors and private topics, guiding other aircraft while Satoru described the city lights below and the way clouds shimmered like winter frost in the moonlight.
âStrange how this all started, donât you think?â you mused during a quiet moment. âTwo voices falling for each other over radio frequency.â
âYouâre not having second thoughts, are you?â
âNo. Itâs just⊠kind of crazy, isnât it? All of this.â
He was silent for a beat. When he spoke again, his voice was differentânervous, almost fragile.
âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course.â
âWill you marry me?â
Your heart stopped.
âI know itâs not how this is supposed to go. I know itâs not normal. But then again, nothing about us has been. Iâm thirty thousand feet in the air, youâre down there keeping the world together, and all I can think about is how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.â
Time stretched thin in the control room as you struggled to process what heâd just asked, your heart thundering so loud you were sure he could hear it through the frequency.
âYes,â you whispered, the word barely more than a breath as you leaned forward, elbows braced against the console. Your hands trembled as you pressed them to your face, overwhelmed by the rush of joy and disbelief.
âYes?â
âYes. Iâll marry you.â
He let out a heavy breath. âGod, I love you. You just made me the happiest man alive. I swear, if I could pull down every star from up here and give them to you, I would.â
You blinked back tears, smiling. âJust come home safe, you idiot.â
âAlways,â he said, and his voice had never sounded more sure. âYour voice guides me home, remember? It always has.â
You thought youâd mapped every corner of him after six months of living togetherâevery habit, every sleepy morning routine, every sound he makes when he cums.
But then came the private jet revelation over scrambled eggs on a random Friday morning.
Youâd known he came from moneyâthe expensive gifts, the way he never seemed to stress about finances and had this really fancy apartmentâbut you hadnât grasped the scale until he casually mentioned his fatherâs company owned a fleet of corporate aircraft.
âI was thinking we should take some time off and explore the world a little,â he said, like offering to fly you around the world was the same as suggesting takeout for dinner. âWe could take one of the jets.â
âWait wait wait⊠you have access to a private jet?â
âTechnically, I have access to several.â
Your spoon slipped out of your hand and landed in your eggs.
The first time he took you somewhereâa long weekend in Kyoto for cherry blossom seasonâyou finally understood why heâd fallen in love with flying.Â
Up there, suspended between heaven and earth, everything felt different. The world spread out below like a map, cities reduced to scattered lights and rivers threading silver through green landscapes. You watched his hands move over the controls, the same hands that traced gentle patterns on your skin at night, now guiding you both through layers of cloud and sky.
âSo this is what you see every day?â you asked, staring out at clouds that looked close enough to touch.
âThis is what I used to see.â He glanced over at you. âNow I only see you.â
It started with short weekend trips, then longer stays overseas when both your schedules allowed it. He took you everywhere you wanted to go.
Venice, he bought you both gelato and told you stories about the Murano glass blowers. Barcelona, where you got lost in Gaudiâs wild architecture and found tiny tapas bars nestled in medieval alleyways. And Iceland, where the Northern Lights painted the sky green and purple while you kissed in a natural hot springâfinally experiencing all the places heâd described to you over radio waves. But now you experienced them together.
âYour sister would have loved this,â you said Reykjavik, wrapped in his arms under the dancing aurora.
âShe would have loved you,â he replied, pulling you closer in the warm water. âShe always said the best adventures were the ones you shared with someone who made you feel at home.â
âRemember when you used to tell me about this place?â you asked one evening in Prague, watching him order those cinnamon sugar spirals from the same bakery heâd told you about months ago over the radio.
He handed you the warm pastry with a smile. âI remember wishing you were here when I first tried it. I used to imagine what youâd say about the cobblestones, or if youâd laugh at my terrible pronunciation when I tried to order something local.â
You took a bite, sugar melting on your tongue. âAnd now?â
âNow I get to see your face when you taste it for the first time.â He pulled you close, the golden hour painting everything warm around you. âNow I get to hold your hand instead of describing how the sunset looks over the Charles Bridge. I donât have to imagine anymore.â
Each trip revealed new layers of himâand new ways to make up for all those months of being just voices to each other.Â
Somewhere over the Atlantic, you learned just how good he was at multitaskingâokay, autopilot might have helpedâhis hands tangled in your hair, mouth on yours, while the stars streaked past the windows. Long afternoons in Parisian hotel rooms, rain drumming against the windows while you learned exactly how sensitive he gets when overstimulated. Sunset on private beaches in Thailand, where he discovered the sweet sounds you make when he uses three fingers instead of two.Â
âI used to get hard just from hearing your voice,â he admitted one night in Santorini, pushing in deep while the Aegean sparkled below your terrace.
âJust from my voice?â
âEspecially when youâd get that stern controller tone. âFlight 447, maintain current heading.ââ His breath caught as you clenched around him, fingers finding yours and intertwining where he pressed them into the mattress. âYou have no idea what that did to me.â
âShow me what it did to you.â
He did, thoroughly and repeatedly, until you understood exactly how much heâd wanted you during all those professional exchanges.
The wedding happened a year later, simple and perfect in a garden overlooking Tokyo Bay. Satoru insisted on writing his own vows, and when the moment came, he pulled out a piece of paper that looked suspiciously like a flight plan.Â
He promised to pull down the stars for you if you ever wanted them, and you vowed to always be his voice guiding him home.
Years passed like this.
At some point, your story was known by everyone at the airport. Everyone was swooning over the perfect love story of two people who fell in love over their voices alone.
But the best parts were always the quiet moments. Morning coffee in your shared kitchen while he planned routes and you reviewed approach procedures. Afternoons when heâd surprise you at the tower with flowers and terrible jokes that made you ground and your colleagues laugh. Evenings curled up together planning the next adventure, his pilot charts spread across the coffee table next to approach manuals and takeout containers.
âWhere to next?â
âAnywhere you want,â was always his answer. âAs long as weâre flying together.â
And through it all, some things remained beautifully constantâthe flutter in your stomach when his call sign appeared on your screen, his voice calling from the sky, yours answering from the tower, and the way he still brought you something from every city.
âTower, this is Flight 447 requesting permission to kiss my beautiful wife once I land. And yes, I know this is a public frequency, and yesâI want everyone to hear it.â
âFlight 447, youâre the worst.â
His laugh crackled through the radio. âI love you,â he said, still completely, hopelessly in love.
And every time he landed, every time you watched his plane touch down safely on the runway, that same warmth bloomed in your chest, just like it had from the very first day. Because no matter how many flights he took, how many cities he visited, how many years passedâhe always came back to you.
After all, your voice had been the one calling him home from the very beginning.
The End
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Synopsis. BIoodshed. BIoodIust. Vampires. It was no wonder youâd turn to the charming new priest in town during dark times like theseâŠbut Father Gojo seems to be interested in you in ways that are more than sinful. And thereâs nothing holy about him, either.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, priest!Gojo, VAMPIRE AU, slight wild west AU, slight vioIence, reIigious themes, mentions of dĂ©ath, slightly eerie, small town gossip, first times, oraI (fem rec.), he goes FĂRAL, fĂngering, bĂting, spĂtting, p sIapping, PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, mentioned bIood, matĂng presses, size kĂnk, breaking furniture, D slipping, manhandIing, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, D piercing, dĂșmbifĂcation, squĂrting, marathons, fated ones, matĂng marks, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 12.0k
A/N. Tysmmm to the babygirls that voted on this poll <3
âH-help-â Words tremble weakly from your throat, drowning underneath the wailing wind. The storm was furious; forming iron walls of rain that blocked every dusty road and lane of your idle country town. âPlease help-â
And your escape.
You thought you knew better than to trust the rumor mill. A few murmurs here, a hasty funeral with a closed casket there, and then two more exactly the same. It had everyone - from haunted elders at the local pub, to children on the playground - uttering only one word.
Vampire.Â
And then, youâd seen it- him.Â
Just the thought itself is enough to send your aching legs surging towards the nearest, faint yellow light on the midnight street. Safety. âH-heâs cominâ for me- please-âÂ
Terrified to even turn your back, you race to bang your fists against the oak doorway of the building. For fear of seeing those eyes again - two glowing sapphires piercing at you from the dark. âHeâs here-â Cold. Just like-
âGoing somewhere, my angel?â
Lightning crashes against the sky. And you crash into his arms.Â
Staring right into the blue, blue eyes of Gojo Satoru.
Who else could it be?Â
That warm, handsome priest your age whoâd taken it upon himself to renovate the dilapidated olâ church of your town. Itâd been forgotten for ages - and with it, the fear for what came after you were no longer upon this Earth.
Now you had both the recent string of deaths and Father Gojo to remind you.
And oh, were you reminded - it was hard to miss him. Especially in a town so small.Â
Golden cross always swinging in the middle of his dark black cassock, Bible always in large hands that you couldnât look away from.
Perhaps it was sacrilegious, perhaps it was fleeting fancy- because there always was much to see.Â
From the broad shoulders filling out his holy robes, to the slight dimples that cratered his pale cheeks any time he grinned - at least you werenât alone with your admiration. For it had only been a few weeks since Gojo had arrived, as quietly as if heâd simply parted the heavens and set foot here, and he was already starring in as much of your townâs gossip as the myth of the vampire was.
Well, a myth no longer, youâre realizing. And itâs enough to make your shivering fingertips clench-
OntoâŠa firm arm?Â
You blink, looking up only now to register that it wasnât just any arm - it was Gojoâs arms. Heated. Strong. Around you.Â
The only thing holding your weight up right now, as your weakened legs made themselves useless.Â
And Gojo himself was peering down at you through his long, pale lashes. Close. Close enough that your wet-streaked cheeks bristle at his scorching breath, âMy, you look like youâve been face to face with the Reaper himself, beloved.â His rosy lips curl at the ends, slightly. âOrâŠworse.â
That makes you gasp- fighting in his grasp, you snap your head over your shoulder and stare into the darkness behind you. Just hoping it wonât stare back. âIt- he- was f-following me- kept after me, wouldnât let up-â
âPardon?â
âThe- the vampire!â
His eyes seem to flicker in the dim lighting, and Gojo speaks not a word. Just lets out what sounds like a short, sharp gasp- before tucking you deeper into his embrace.Â
And it would almost be scandalous, you knew. If it wasnât for the rain then one of the neighbours might have peeked their head out, and by tomorrow afternoon the entire town would be ablaze with the news of the priest holding a rain-drenched woman outside the church itself.
But Gojo didnât care if anyone would see, it seems.
Because he only tugs you tighter against his tense core once he feels you struggling, âThere there, my angel. It must have been quite the fright, the Lord has surely tested your courage.â
âOh, it was downright terrifying. One moment I was closing up my stall- ready to walk back home tonight, and the next thing I know I hear the crunch of a twig.âÂ
Close. âInteresting.â
âHe towered over me like a mountain- and just as cold. I-I think he was gunning for my blood next-â
Closer. âReal interesting.â So close that you could count each spike of grey in his irises, and every vibrato in his baritone voice. âNo harm shall come to you whilst these holy walls and I stand, my darling. He shanât lay a hand on you.â And then Gojo smiles, crooked and gleaming in the glowing candles from behind him. âNot a single hand.â
You seem to breathe out, for the first time in what feels like years. Simply held.Â
Simply ignoring the coil of something deep down in your stomach- you busy yourself with the frigid dig of something hard against your back, where his hands glided up nâ down soothingly. Like the corner of a book-
âOh, heavens. I have forgotten myself.â Gojo starts, noticing the most minute shiver that runs down your spine.Â
In a singular, fluid motion, heâs breaking away to shut the heavy wooden doors and usher you inside- so fast that you half-heartedly wonder whether it may be spellwork. âPlease, come in. Soak up some warmth in my office.â
âTh-thank you, Father.â
âPlease. Call me by name.â
And you canât help but follow.
Noticing the small, tattered book that was clutched in one of his hands - ah, that was what youâd been feeling on your skin. Guiltily, you think you must have interrupted him during his reading timeâŠ
As Gojo turns his back on you to lead you down the long, candle-lit hallway of the church, you canât help but narrow your eyes at the tiny book swinging by his side. It didnât look like his usual Bible-
âAh, here.â Youâre looking up to see Gojo dip his lengthy fingers into a side pocket within his dark robes. Almost melding with the shadows of the candles, itâs as if heâs pulling a long, stringed rosary from thin air. âTake my rosary. Let your faith guard you when I cannot, beloved.â
âO-oh, thank you again, Father-â
His dimple winks, âSatoru.â
âRightâŠâ You couldnât bring yourself to say it, even as he probes you with half-lidded eyes to do so. Instead, busying yourself by tugging on the incense-scented necklace, it weighs light âround your neck. And you canât help but run your fingers over each bead- âI wonât forget this.âÂ
And the very second your eyes flit up- you see him, Bible grasped in his hand like it always had been.
Strange, you quiver your head slightly, tonight must have shaken you up more than you thought for you to be seeing things that werenât there.
Though, it shouldâve been expected with how disorientingly massive the interior of the church was. Much too immense for such a town. You didnât remember it being this grand before Gojo had arrived- far arches of the ceiling peered in with gargoyles, high stone walls carved with faint effigies.Â
Ahead of you, the pews were polished enough to act as mirrors. And as you turned left past the high place of worship down a corridor towards his office, you couldnât help but feel like the building was swallowing you whole.Â
âSomething the matter, my angel?â Gojoâs voice breaks through the cold silence, back still turned. âStill troubled by what the Lord has shown you?â
Clutching the delicate rosary, âIt- itâs justâŠit wasnât the vampire that spooked me.â You twist, and so does the string of beads in your hands. âBut those eyes?âÂ
âYesâ?â
âHell rode in âem.â
The clap of thunder, the clash of dry prayer beads on polished stone.
Itâs as if each degree of warmth bled by the candles blows out in a single gale of wind the very moment you say this.Â
Boring into your very soul, Gojoâs pale eyes are almost other-wordly as he turns. âWorry not, for no monster can enter through these holy walls, beloved.â Chuckling, and the rolling spheroids of his now-shattered rosary sing as he steps past them.Â
A tall, shadowed figure leading you into the dark.
âExcept humans, of course.â
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âSugar-â! The finest sugar from the East-â
âBoots half-offâ!â
â-get yerself velvet-â
The market was always alive, despite everything. A bustling, breathing thing lined with snug stalls upon either side of a dust-track road. And you were stationed at your fruit stall, as usual, as if you hadnât damn near been the lucky fourth on a long list of closed caskets.Â
Shuddering, your fingers tighten on the wooden panel where youâd lined your plethora of fruits.Â
Eyes darting towards the melting yolk sun warming your skin- right, it was still light out. The elders whispered that vampires feared the day - and so you were safe. For now. You had to make sure to pack up as soon as the others did, no more idling around tonight.
âMy my, isnât that Father Gojo- oh, what a sight for sore eyes he is.â Your head turns at the coo of the booksellerâs young daughter, Miwa, her stall right next to yours.
And it didnât take long for you to see what she was talking about- not long at all for you to nearly want to fluster, too.Â
Because there was Gojo Satoru - even in the distance, he was two heads taller than anyone else. With his stark ivory locks catching the daylight, tight cassock snug against his waist and fluttering ever-so-slightly as he weaved through the flea market, the calling pedlars.Â
âOh, Father Gojo- I hear he built that dingy olâ church right up with his bare hands-â
âI know heâs gotten nearly twenty-seven proposals by the wealthiest families, but guess what? Rejected âem all!â
âAnd that purity ring, oh, a true man of the holy script. Why, forget their daughters, I would have proposed myself- oh, but donât tell my husband.â
The whispers made you squirm for some strange reason. It was a hasty retreat from the church last night after a brief bout of warming tea in his office, lest someone caught you and thought something else. And you didnât expect to see him so soon; least of all have his fiery blue eyes waft through each shabby stall as if he was drinking them in.Â
So close. Close enough that you couldnât help but let out an dragged-out sigh-
âOi. Oi! You deaf or somethinâ- fuckâs sake.âÂ
Oh. Shit.
âM-my apologies, sir-â Youâre gasping, snapping your head to the front of your fruit display to find that youâd attracted the attention of none other than Zenin Naoya, sole heir of the house of Zenin merchants. As if your day couldnât have been any more eventful.
Well, as long as he was a paying customer. Plastering a plastic smile across your face, you gesture towards the ripe red pomegranate held in his grip. âWant me to tally that up?â
Scoffing, âNo not after that shoddy customer service. Itâd be the last time I spend a dime in this dump.â He tilts his head defiantly, âWhatâs got yer eyes so occupied anyways-â
âNothing-â
âHehhhâ?â And youâre appalled to see the way Naoyaâs smile curls as he swivels his head the same direction you were looking in - one that half the market was surely turned to admire at this point.
The sight of priest Gojo Satoru bent in playful conversation with a little child, beaming.Â
âSweet on that damn preacher, huh? Isnât it a sin to watch him that close, sweetcheeks?â
You bristle, âI beg you not to say another blasphemous word-â
âOh, I bet the gossips at the general storeâd eat this little turn of events right up.â Naoya titters, pomegranate now rhythmically thrown up nâ down into the air to be caught. âSmall town like this? News like that wonât stay quiet for long. Real shame, huh?â
Only one word and it wouldnât just be you paying the price, it would be poor, undeserving Father Gojo as well. You stay quiet. You can only stay quiet.Â
More so to stop from snatching that pomegranate and slamming it straight into his sneering face.Â
But Naoya takes that as an opportunity to lean in- to let his tobacco scent cloud all over your face as he grumbles. âUnless, maybe you care to keep me company for one ni-â
âMy darling, pray tell, did you know that the Greeks figured the pomegranate to be symbols of abundance and fertility?â A smooth, simpering voice cuts in- and so does a slender hand that stretches its pale fingertips to clasp the pomegranate in Naoyaâs palm.
What? Youâre blinking at rapid-fire speed, looking from the familiar newcomer to where youâd just been staring seconds prior - how was he here? So quickly? All of a sudden?Â
And Gojo doesnât even let out a pant of fatigue as if heâd been running, only curving his lips into an icy smile down at the other man. âThe Lord speaks through consumption. Planning to expand the family, mister Naoya?â
âI- you-â Naoya strangles out, he jabs. A finger right into the smiling face of Gojo, and then into the space between you two. âMy olâ man shall hear of this. See how holy you really are when youâre-â
Gojo grins, leaning down from his towering height as if he was speaking to a child. âHe shall be welcome to find me. Sermons are on Sundays.â
âTch-âÂ
With one last glower, and a few more muttered words underneath his breath, you can only watch in speechless amusement as the seething man promptly turns his back and saunters away. Fast. Furious.Â
âYou have saved me yet again.â Youâre breathing out in relief, finally raising your head to look up and oh- did he look absolutely magnetic bathed in the blood-orange light of the setting sun. âHow can I ever repay you?â
âI do beg your pardon, to defend your holy honor is the least I can do, beloved.â And you donât know where to look - the dimples decorating Gojoâs cheeky grin, or the peripheral vision of Miwa beside you mouthing âbelovedâ in shock.Â
But Gojo always does steal your attention away in the end, and the buzzing marketplace rings with the snapâ! of his bare, neat nails cracking open the outer rind of the pomegranate.Â
Letting thin trails of crimson run down his wrist like blood, âI was not jesting about the Greeks and their belief of fertility.â You gulp as his pinkish tongue darts out just teasingly to run down a stray droplet of juice before it inched too close to his long sleeves. âTry it, my angel.â
Before you can say a word, one hand tucks his Bible, and the other holds a clump of bright, beaded pomegranate to your quivering lips.Â
And you swear you hear the bookseller gasp! when you gingerly take it into your mouth. Humming at the explosion of sweet, saccharine syrup. âI can see why- about the Greeks, I mean. Now, if only that snake Mahito didnât swindle me of the price each time.â
âHm, is that so?â He huffs out slightly deep laughter, sharing more fruit. âBut this was no idle trip to the market today. Truth be told, I came, with earnest heart, to see you.â
âM-me?â
Unaware of the restlessness heâs seeping through your very veins, Gojo tucks a free hand between his Bible and pulls out a long, now-fixed rosary. The very same one youâd accidentally torn apart just the night before-
âIt was to give you this.â
Your ears burn with the hushed, pointed whispers of the market as he reverently puts the necklace âround your neck. And the cold flowers of the pearly chain nearly sizzle against your skin. âO-oh, thank you, Father-â
âSatoru.â Gojo smiles. He nods.Â
He reaches over to hold one of your clasping hands, pressing his mouth against your pomegranate-stained fingertips. In an instant. Red, red juice drips from the ends of your digits and stains his lips scarlet - almost in a kiss.
Oh.
He taps the nearby book stall in goodbye, âUntil next time, my darling. Have a blessed day.â
With that - and nothing more - as swiftly, and as quietly as heâd arrived, Gojo Satoru was disappearing back into the thronged crowd. Cross on his chest, Bible in hand.
And you barely register the giddy whispers of Miwa- all but gripping your shoulders and jostling you back and forth at the excitement of coming across the most scandalous piece of gossip to hit this town since the vampires.Â
Hissing feverishly, â-way he cast his eyes upon you and- and how long has this been going on?â
âI uh-â At this point she was shaking you, much to the amusement of passersby. Monotone, âDonât you have your motherâs stall to run, kid- oh.â
And something catches your eye, something tattered. Something blue.Â
Something that you swear looked exactly like that old book Gojo had for but a mere split-second in his arms last night. Neatly piled at the top of Miwaâs column of novels on sale. And you canât stop yourself from pointing, âHey, whatâs the price of that book?â
âOh? HmâŠâ Picking it up, she scrunches her eyes in thought. âI donât remember such a book being here, least of all in this condition- my momma wouldâve skinned me alive.â Then, suddenly she perks up. âTell ya what- you tell me more on whaâs happening between you and Father Gojo and Iâll give you this here thing for free.â
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There wasnât much that one could do during a monsoon rain, and raindrops fall heavy on the roof of your cozy lilâ home. Making the wooden structure creak and sing you to relaxation as you tried to take your mind off of what happened when night arrives.
Who arrives, as night does.
âIâm starting to spook my own self.â Youâre notching up your oil lamp to flare up even brighter; so long as you had this, no vampire would set his clutches on you.Â
Sighing, you search for a distraction in your gunnysack bags from the marketplace. Leftover fruits still good, a stray few hairpins, and oh-Â
A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you find it - that small, blue book youâd bought just a few days ago, not having had the time to read through just yet. No author. No date. Yet, you look over the faded gold print of the cover, ââScripture of Shadowsâ, huh?â
Satisfied, you drag your armchair to where your oil lamp sat sleepily on a windowsill, and start to read by flickering fire light.Â
âPrologue: On Creatures That Walk Among Us.Â
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against. âEphesians 6:12
In the years of my ministerial labors, I have come to learn that one may never truly know what walks alongside you. There are creatures in every shadow you look - though you may not see.Â
Out past the edge of Godâs hand, these things are borne of hunger and sin - they may be cursed, fallen, or bound to their flesh cruth; salvaged only by thirst that no godly mortal can explain. I have seen them, spirits of ruin that massacre entire herds and weep alongside the shepherd in the waking mornâ.Â
Yes, dear reader, they may take shapes you beloveâwolf, woman, child, lover. And above them all, vampires-â
The flash of lightning, the grumble of thunder- youâre jumping in your seat and nearly slamming the heavy tome shut with a yelp. Wide-eyed, you take a hasty glance through the window, feeling your skin blanket in skittering goosebumps.Â
âDear gods-â Breathless, youâre flipping through a few more pages on vampires and other such entities to settle on a random chapter.Â
âChapter Four: The Myth of the Vampyre.â
Heavens, why was this always following you like so? And what was Father Gojo doing reading up on such a thing- skipping a few paragraphs and scriptures, you continue reading in honed silence.
âPerhaps the most cunning of demonic creatures. Not truly dead, nor truly alive, the vampyre boasts the most fearful humanly power of allâbeauty. Indeed, they possess much more; overwhelming strength, teeth to kill, speed to hunt. And yet, I have seen more mortals fall victim to the enticing nature of the vampyre than any other creature.â
Perhaps it was the topics taled in the book, perhaps it was the raging storm outside, but you canât help but squirm restlessly in your seat as you feel oddlyâŠwatched.Â
âLet this scripture stand, then, not as idle fancy, but as a caution towards the charismature essence of the vampyre. With this, most hold positions of great authority. Infiltrating even the most tight-knit towns with ease - among them, mayors, teachers, merchants, and mostly-â
Someone was watching you.Â
You stare up at the empty, pitch-black square of your window. And then back down past a few paragraphs-
âBut fear not, dear reader, though they cross realms of living and shadow, the vampyre has one confirmed flaw - not sunlight, nor garlic, as tales claim. It is barred from thresholds unbidden, for only when an invitation is offered, may the creature enter. And Revelation 3:20ââ
You look up.
The empty window.
The full book.
âTake care to hold forth the crucifix and be not deceived by beauty or charm. But be cautioned, god-fearing reader, even vampyres have tales of legends. Those of their kind so infamous-â
The empty window.
The full book.
â-that we hear merely brief whispers of his name, one so vicious and almighty that even vampyres dare not evoke His anger.â
The empty window.
âAn omniscient being amongst even creatures of the shadows, his name-â
A flash of blue-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
You gasp.Â
Urgently, you drop the book and hurry to the ramming fist at your door, more to get away from its words than anything else.Â
KNOCK! KNOCK!
âC-comingâ!â
Your rickety front door creaks as you swing it open, immediately struck with the light of the storm and the icy breath of rain. Wincing against the droplets of water that hit your face, you can just barely make out the flicker of blue, blue eyes.Â
Gojo tips his hat to you solemnly, âI pray Iâm not disturbing you, my angel.â His deep voice rings out, curiously above even the howl of the wind, and his pretty face simply looks haunted. âForgive the haste, but I came straight away- thereâs been another attack.â
Out of breath, âA-another vampire attack?â
âWe fear so, ranch hand Mahito this time. Neck punctured, eyes white- God have mercy on us.â He shakes his head, âThe townâs congregatinâ for a special Mass tomorrow, I would like it if you were to join us together to pray for the four lost souls.â
âOf course of course.â Youâre taking in the layers of water that soak through Gojoâs dark robes, skin-tight over his heaving chest. Opening your door wider invitingly, âPlease, come on in. Oh, youâre just drenched.â
And he opens his eyes just a tad wider, he curls his lips just a slight further.Â
âI fear I cannot, beloved. So many more houses to alert.â
Gawking at yet another clap of lightning- âIn this storm?â
And you have no idea how he can just smile like that during dark times like these. The pearly whites of his canines wafting near the shell of your ear as Gojo leans in- whispering. âWorried for me?âÂ
He takes a step, his rain-soaked clothes chill your skin as he inches forwards. Then another step, trying to listen in for your breaths. Your lack of an answer. âYou should be worried. Though, not for me.â
Lashes fluttering, âWh-what do youâŠâ
âBe careful, my angel.â And your collarbones turn humid with the steam of his breath, the way heâs moving his ajar maw down. âYouâd do well not to open the door for strangers. Lest you wish to inviteâŠâ Down, down, downââ-a vampire.â
You wait - gasps stuttered, fists clenching once he takes a step past your doorway. Just a singular, miniscule step-
Only to brush off something invisible from your shoulder, touch warm on your skin.
âI bid you a goodnight, my darling. Rest well.â
And with that Father Gojo was gone, and so was any wink of sleep that very night. Or any memory of that book, now laying as open and untouched as it had been left on the floor.Â
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âI ask you not to give into fear- neither anger, nor isolation. Solely to the word of God.â Gojoâs fervent voice sing-songs over the numerous pews. Hands waving, feet stepping. âAnd I ask you to watch over your kin, pray over those lost, and keep your lamps lit with the faith that He watches.â
It was impossible to tear your eyes off of him.
And youâre sure that the elderly lady seated right beside you was drenching her fifth handkerchief in tears already.
âTrust in me, as I trust in Him. For even in the darkest night, there is still light to be found. For no creature can snuff out the soul of one who believesâŠâ
As youâre nodding, you canât help but feel that familiar sensation of eyes burning into you. Though, softer than last night- lessâŠfrightening. Darting your line of sight behind you to catch Naoya assessing you- and you couldnât snap your head back faster.Â
Instead, catching Gojoâs own twinkling eyes as he finishes his sermon.Â
âAnd who is a vampire to Him? Go forth, and may the Lord be with you. Amen.â
Thereâs a rush after concluding rites, a crowd forming around Gojo before he can take even a step from the polished pulpit. And just as you close your books to stand from your seat yourself, ready to head home- something tugs on your wrist.
âOi- I still have a bone to pick with you, missy.â
Or moreâŠsomeone.
âNaoya.â Youâre deadpanning, snatching your wrist free to stare him down with a glare that was utterly not suited for the place you were in right now. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â
He spears his index your way, âDonât you go thinking that Iâve forgotten âbout you and that tch- preacher.â
Standing your own, you sneak glances at the thinning crowd and just pray they wonât give this little quarrel an ear. âI donât know what youâre getting at.â
âTelling me nothingâs happened, sweetcheeks?â Naoya huffs, âI heard you talkinâ with that sobbing hag- saying how he invited you personally for todayâs sermon.â
âWhy, yes. What seems to be the problem?â
âYou think he went knockinâ on any of our doors at the dead of night?â
Your brows furrow, wouldnât he have? After all, it was what he said.
âBut, of course, heâs gonna invite you personally. The day right there by the fruit stall? The way he was undressing you with his eyes todayâI wouldnât be a darn bit surprised if heâs laid with a shameless woman like you already-â
âAnd if that is so? Jealous?â
Naoya gasps, and so do about fifteen of the nosy townsfolk lingering by the pews.Â
Wincing as Naoyaâs grating voice threatens to speak once moreâ
âMind your tongue, mister Naoya.â A steady hand claps down on the shorter manâs shoulder, and this silvery bangs flick towards the interruption of the one and only priest. âWe stand on hallowed ground.â
Just as he turns his fury towards Gojo instead, his palm squeezes where it lay- hard enough that you can hear the faint pop! of something emanating from the contact. And before he can say any further, Gojo tilts his head down to whisper something in Naoyaâs ear.
Something that has him pale. Trembling. And rushing out of the church faster than you can even blink.Â
As Gojo smiles at the rest of your company in a polite dismissal, youâre fighting back an awed whistle from your throat. âPardon my language but-â Eyes steady on his rapidly retreating figure, shoving past each attendee misfortunate enough to cross his path. â-what in blazes did you say to him, Father-â
âSatoru.â
You grin, âGojo.â
âAnd ah, I only spoke the truth- that this was Godâs sanctuary.â He tilts his head with a beam, though, thereâs something about it that doesnât quite reach his eyes. âAnd perhaps something of his fatherâŠâ
âYouâre the devil.â
âQuite the opposite.â Never one to care for gossip, Gojo wastes not a second leaning down till his breath wafted your cheeks. Snowy brows pinched into one of regret, âThat reminds me, do forgive my intrusion last night, beloved, I pray I didnât come at a bad time.â
You flail your hands in disagreement, âOh, heavens no-â In fact, the eerie book rested upon your bookshelf, and you couldnât have asked for a more welcome interruption. âI was justâŠreading a book, you see.âÂ
âSo you say.â
Carefully watching for his reaction, âCalled um- âScripture of Shadows.ââ
And if you expected him to gasp- if you expected Gojo to even blink at the familiar title, then he doesnât give you the satisfaction. Only nodding his head in deep understanding, âAnything interesting in that book, my angel?â
âOnly fearful.â
He jests, âThen you should devote those eyes to the Lord.âÂ
You grip your rosary, âI shall do both.â
âGood.â The call of Gojoâs names for blessings and prayers were often, and he nods his head towards a group beckoning him over. As he turns to walk awayââChapter six is particularly fascinatingâŠand I have plans to reread it tonight.â He whispers, just barely audible over the sound of footsteps on the hardwood holy floor. âMy door is always open for you, my darling.â
Oh.
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Step.
Step.
Step.
âHello?â
You didnât know whether it was the darkness or the taboo in what you were doing that had your footsteps rattling in noisy unison with your heartbeat.Â
It was dark - dark enough outside that the neighbors wouldnât be able to make out your flickering oil lamp through the blanket of the night. Light in one hand, your book in the other, you let yourself slip through the unlocked gates of the church, making your way down the winding hallway that you knew led to Father Gojoâs office.Â
Though, it was not the church like youâd ever known it.
And youâd known it crumbling from the walls, youâd known it manifested into something grand - but never soâŠchilling.Â
Each candle was snuffed out, puffing out ghosts of smoke that curled up in the high hallway. Clinging onto your shivering shoulders and making you flinch at each miniscule noise in the distance- âFather Gojo? Are you present toni- mmpf.âÂ
Your mouth gapes, aghast, nose wrinkling when it felt like youâd just been run over by a carriage. But, it wasnât a carriage at all - it was a thick, metallic scent that permeated the frigid air and made you stop straight in your tracks.
Hand coming up to cup your mouth, âWhat is that godforsaken smell?âÂ
Step.Â
Step.Â
And it only gets thicker. More relentless.Â
Soon enough youâre fully closing your tingling nostrils with your palm and hopelessly praying that it was only a passing perfume. For this wasnât just the tinge of metal you might smell as you pass the time piece-maker, rather, it was heavy. Slightly sweet.Â
Step.Â
The one youâd smell on the butcher.
Iron.Â
Your eyes widen- blood.
Gojo.Â
Running.Â
All but sprinting, youâre staggering further down the hallway to where youâd remembered were his quarters. Following the faint memory of his candlelit office, fear laces its frosty grip âround your heart as you call out. âF-father Go- oh!â
And it seems youâd forgotten that light reveals more in the shadows than you might want to see.
Red.
Red, red pools paint the grey stone of the church in a bloody mosaic.Â
You gasp, body running a few steps backwards on pure instinct at the pale hand sinking into the blood like a desolate ship. Mindlessly, the hand holding your oil lamp jerks over to reveal pale, silvery bangs peeking out from the crimson puddle.
Your heart races- was this. No. Stepping tentatively closer, your mouth drops as once you spy a few stray strands of deep, two-toned black. Naoya.Â
âBitter.â
SlowlyâŠachinglyâŠyour quivering oil lamp raises up to the darkness behind Naoyaâs corpse. And there you see it - two bright, harrowing eyes of azure blue that bored into your very soul from beyond.Â
His eyes.Â
Just a flash of those, a mere single glimpse is all that youâre given before the light crashes down to the ground, and youâre both plunged into darkness.
Both you and Gojo Satoru.
Who shoves you against the nearest wall with such inhuman speed, so fast that you donât even have the time to register it, register your rosary breaking.
One hand slamming down on the rocky wall above you, hard enough to make it crater an outline of his five fingers. The other cupping your cheek gently- almost gingerly, as if afraid to use his true strength with you.Â
âFive bodies.â He rasps, and in the grimy lighting you can see two elongated glints of his canines, âFive bodies. All five of them bitter, but you, my darlingâŠâ
Before you can even take a closer look, heâs stuffing his face into the thrumming skin at the crook of your neck and drinking in a deeeeep inhale. A sigh. A groan.
â-I would kill for but a taste.â
And he already has, youâre realizing.Â
You stammer, staring up into his pale, stoic face - looking at him properly now.Â
From the sharp fangs poking through his rosy lips, to the beauty that was so incredible that it was other-worldly. He had a trail of dark red blood staining one side of his maw, a few droplets spattered onto the whites of his roman collar.Â
âY-youâre-â
âSay it.â
âYouâre a vampire.â
Whimpering at the ice-cold breath that haunts your flesh, your pulse. âAnd youâre a delicacy.â Heâs enveloping all of you, as if you were ripe for the picking- and you can feel the way your thighs tremble when Gojoâs pushing himself harder against your body. Heâs holding you.Â
Cassock rubbinâ your front, your book falling, golden cross startling.
Gojo raises his refined nose into the air just once to sniff, before the most simpering tone bleeds into his voice. âHow adorable.âÂ
âWh-what you- oh!âÂ
It seems you canât help but fail in catching your breath whenever heâs around, even though it might just be your last. And Gojo slithers out his long, pinkish tongue to sliiiide down your racing pulse - wet and hot on your flesh, heâs tasting you. Savoring you. Enough to make something instantly hard nâ raw tug through the layers of his holy robe.Â
One that he ruts between your legs-
Gojo tilts your face up by your jaw, nailmarks dotting your chin. He gives you a sensual peck, âLet me show you what true carnal pleasures are, little human.â
Maybe youâre nodding, maybe youâre simply gasping at the shock of his touch and bucking your hips up wildly - because thatâs all it takes.
All that it takes for Gojo to scoop your weakened knees underneath a singular arm and turn- almost as soon as he did, youâre blinking your eyes to stare up at the ornate ceiling of the priestâs quarters.Â
Right now youâre laid out across the large, cushioned couch in the middle of his room. Legs sprawled out embarrassingly, dress hiked high up to your knees where Gojo had kneeled himself on the floor in front of you.
Speed to hunt, the book had said.Â
The very same book that he was now twirling between two pinched fingers and humming idly, âMy my, it seems that you havenât even read chapter four properly, my darling. Going against holy orders? Now, how should we rectify that, hm?â
Fingers itching for the hem of your skirts, âP-please-â
âOh, the Lord has spoken to me.â Gojo gasps, suddenly, as if heâd just come to an epiphany. And his smile is simply sinful, sapphire eyes glowing- the very same ones youâd seen that night. âBend.â
âWha- hey!âÂ
In a nanosecond, heâs manhandling you like a puppet. Making you crawl onto your knees with your front plastered against the high seat of the couch. Arched directly in front of his salivating maw-
âThis shanât work if your heart didnât will it, my angel.â Gojo muses, shit, how gorgeous you looked like this. Bent and ready for him. He doesnât even have to make use of his inhuman eyesight to locate that pretty damp spot blotchily drenching through your dress.
You were so wet that all he had to do was lean his nose closer and sniff to drink in that sweet, heavenly scent of you. âOh.â Gojoâs sharp nails tug on the hem of your thin dress, âOh.â
Rip-rip-riiiiipâ!
Every inch of your clothing melts like butter underneath his power, and the only thing you can do is whimper as you lay your spine arched. Thin panties the only thing you had on underneath during this humid night.Â
âFuck.â
Itâs the last thing you hear before Gojoâs lengthy tongue probes at your sheeny inner thighs and laps up- not your drooling, puffy core where youâd needed him the most.
But instead the slight cut that had grazed your heated flesh as he tore off your dress- Gojo moans the instant your taste hits his tongue. Red-hot.Â
Not even having to breathe, but his pants were labored, âFuck.â The sloppy drag of his moistened muscle lets out the most sinful slurp when heâs licking and licking before nothing else is left of your crimson. And then heâs inching his tastebuds up your thighs. He wanted more. Needed it this very instant, all the patience of these immortal years and it wouldnât be enough. Not even caring for your paper-thin panties, âFuck-â
Hastily stuffing the quivering orifice of your puffy with his fat girth- before scoffing at the complete nâ utter tightness that wouldnât let him go completely in. âPure as a dove, arenât you, beloved?â
âI-Iâve neverâŠâ Tearfully mewling at the burning streeeetch, Gojoâs tongue was just so massive that even the slightest probe inside made your head loopy. âNever doneâŠthis.â
The only thing he does is spank a hand down at the edge of your spine to make you bend even further- âThen show me how devoted you are.â Straight into his mouth. Straight into a pert, pretty target for him to spit. Thick, globular, and wet. âShow it to me, my darling.â
And itâs maddening how itâs the last thing that Gojo can get out before he flicks his sizzling tongue through your undergarments to taste down your slit. Letting the slippery wads of your slick fill up his tastebuds and make him groan-
You gawk over your shoulder when his eyes only dilate, sharp fangs growing even sharper. âShow-â
With a hand groping the left of your ass cheeks, heâs tugginâ you all back to him with an inhuman strength that makes you keen.Â
That makes his metallic crucifix press against the backs of your thighs. Fanged lips hovering over your outer pussy as he wetly nuzzles aside your panties to slip his tongue past-
You buck, âSh-shit, Gojo-â
âOh.â Heâs shuddering at the act of you bucking up stupidly, chasing the temperate French kiss of his mean mouth. Giving him even more of a taste that he just canât take it-Â
âDear heavenly father, I thank you for this meal.â
And then it all happens at once- your soggy panties are torn off you in a split-second, Gojoâs mouth replacing it even more rapidly.Â
Bent over the chair, heâs eating out your saccharine sweet pussy like a beast starved.
He glues his upper lip against the swollen nub of your clit and you whine at the sharp sting of Gojoâs fangs digging right up against your bundle of nerves. Sucking. Tasting. Until his cheeks are all hollowed out with the friction of his suckling and heâs still forcing himself deeper into your pussy for more.
âOh g- fuck.â Head throwing back stupidly, his nose nudges against the very tip-top of your treacly cunt. âIt feels so, so good-â
âA meal this exquisite- never in my s-six hundred years.â Heâs muttering between the swollen folds of your pussy, lining your slippery slit with the long line of his nosebridge.Â
So messy. Gojo snickers in lewd amusement at the way youâre rolling your hips back to ride nâ slide his nose. Heâs rovering his mouth everywhere, glassy eyes half-lidded until heâs simply moving in pure primal instinct to slap the curl of his long, lecherous tongue by the edge of your dampened hole.
Tugging the rubbery circle of it just enough to make you whimper, he circles out soppy patterns that stretch out your cunt. Back and forth back and forth until your limbs weaken. âHave you just finished your monthly dues, my angel?â
Youâre gripping onto the wooden headboard of the chair for sweet relief, âY-yes?â
âThat explains it.â And then he nuzzles in nose-deep and even deeper into your drivelling pussy, up nâ down to latch onto your clit and bite. âThe next time, you tell me first. I know exactly how toâŠâ
Murmured straight into your hot pussy, mouth departing such a guttural groan as he feels your sap splash down with a noisy squelch. Alllll down his pointed chin and where heâs creepinâ up one of his free hands to caress your glossy outer pussy. â-help.âÂ
Squealing, youâre feeling just the thick crown of his index poke your cunt. âA-are you putting your ngh- fingers in?â
âI said I shanât lay a hand on you.â And just then, the doughy palm of his second palm pushes your legs wide apart, not nearly enough to distract you from the flick of his flexible tongue and the way he smooches your filthy hole with yet another cushy fingerpad. âI shall lay two.â
And then youâre seeing raw white in your vision, the feeling of Gojo pushinâ his two ringed fingers past your first tight ring of muscle too much to bear.
Thick enough that youâre struggling to squeeze him inside- âFuck back tâme- fuck back-â
âL-like this?â
Heâs matching your sluggishly sensual pace, nose wrinkling sinfully at the velvety texture of your insides. Gojoâs cross necklace swats your thighs with each constant lurch of his head, crooning out. âYes- yes. Oh, hell.â
He scrapes the mushy roof of your walls with his deep black purity ring, the cold material thrusting into your most sweetest spots and making him grin. âThis is devotion, beloved.â
âY-youâre just so big- nghhhhââ Your moans strike against the wide chamber and echo all across the building. Hips rutting back to feel his prolonged digits all the way down to the mountains of his knobbly knuckles, âWhy are your fingers so big?â
âOnly to please you, my darling.â And oh- oh, it was such a tight fit.Â
Gojo canât help but salivate the slimy tip of his tongue down your silvery slit and fucking pry your pussylips apart to let your snug channel take him deeper. Harder. Faster. The roaming shapes of his long, long digits scissor just so that he can stir apart your gluey walls and let you gush out slick.
Licking his way inside while heâs pushing into each nook nâ cranny- hitting down all the way to the base ends of his digits with a right thwack!Â
âAnd youâre just so- ngh- looongââ
âOnly to find-â Oh, you didnât forget about those eyes of his, did you? Because right after heâs letting off a murky gust of those syllables, Gojoâs eyes glow- his fingers hammer - exactly into the bulging area of your g-spot. Heâs seeing right through you. â-this sweet thing better, my darling.â
And then itâs absolutely driving you crazy- Gojoâs fingers are just so incredibly rude, swatting a furious back and forth. Thrash-thrash-thrash, determinedly perking up his fingerpads to push his purity ring against your g-spot and watch as you cutely flinch.Â
âYouâre so- oh- oh my god-â Making each scrape against your sweet spots so sensitive, pump after pump.
âI preferâŠSatoru.â
Heâs letting out a husky snicker each time heâs plunging into the deepest of your melty depths. Maw now gaping widely ajar to scoop up every glittery ribbon of slick that trickled from between your folds. Heâs hungry- thirsting like a vampire parched for six hundred years nâ now he can only gulp in the first meal of his lifetime - you.
Youâre bending your pussy to slope down against his mouth and he has the audacity to give you a sweet, puckered smooch. Innocent. âCâmon say it- pray.â
âPlease-â
âNot what I asked, beloved.â
Your throat rips with such a carnal shrill at the pudgy crown of his third finger desperately trying to find a way in. Pushing- pap! pap! pap! âPleeeease- ngh- Satoru. Satoru, fuck-â
SPANK!Â
Such glistening beads of pearly slap stream nâ gush all down the front of Gojoâs bobbing throat the very moment he swats his plush palm down across your cunt. âProfanity is a desecration of the church, my angel.âÂ
Another spank. Another splurging squelch of your pussy talking out in leaks of your sweet, sweet juices. And Gojo only nods along as if in conversation, âHow wonderful of you to volunteer to read chapter six in repentance-â Some invisible force of his powers is guiding your familiar shadowy book to your hands. â-and recite it in perfect condition, too.â
âBut-â
âPerfect-â Just as a third finger spears its way between your slick-glazed pussylips and finds itself mazing down your walls, headed straight for your g-spot with a thump. Grinning. Voice airy. â-condition.â
A tiiiight fit, that makes you fumble with your poor book, your eyes whirling in the exact lecherous patterns heâs drawling out on your wettened cunt. Each sloppy slurp Gojoâs drinking in enough to make your wrists weaken-
âCh-chapter six: The Vampyreâs ngh- Beloved.â Unsure of what has your mind spinning more, the title or the way that heâs picking his pace up angrily. âMany are unaware of- hah! the one weakness of the- fuck.â
Tittering, his dimples peek. âKeep going.â
â-the vampyre- hnghhhââ
âDonât make me- oh.â And before you know it, not only does he have three of his fingers rummaginâ inside. But also the slither of his tastebuds stuffing insides- his vampire tongue so lengthy that it squeezes and squeezes âround your tight rim till heâs rutting his flushed cheeks against your cunt.
And the underside of your stomach crackles with a few sparks of bliss, â-the vampyre- their one true love.â
âMmmmm, yes. Say that again.âÂ
âO-one true love?â
Gojoâs pulling back his tongue with a wettened squelch. Ravenous. Feral. Heâs getting himself drunk on each drag that your restless body was quivering out - now moving everywhere and anywhere.Â
Faster. Sloppier.Â
Fucking back inside your hole. Slapping over your clit. Biting down on the swollen edge of your pussy just to hear those pretty cries, âOne true love-â Then sticking the damp edges of his bangs to tickle your skin, he suckles on your clit like gum. â-my one true love.â
Again and again.
Moving so rapidly- itâs like heâs in three places at once. Swirling the long edge of his tongue around and around your walls until youâre babbling stupidly, âThe fated mate- ngh- soulmateâŠ?â Skipping paragraphs, enough to make Gojo give your pussy a quick spank.
âAll scripture is God-breathed.â
â-c-can induce a different kind of bite in the vampyre. An unexplainable soul tie that happens merely once in- haaah- eternity- one that vampyres tear down heaven and hell for.â Oh, that gets him excited.Â
Flicking his tongue furiously in hearts upon hearts on top of your sensitive clit now. Thoroughly. Feverishly, youâre half-wondering whether his lips werenât aching- âAnd one such known- ngh- vampyre in search-â
âYeeeesâ?â
âGojo Satoru.â
And then youâre hitting it- that lewd, lecherous crash of your orgasm thatâd been building up for what felt like eons at this point.Â
âO-oh my god-â Was this what all those filthy romance books you hid away meant? It was so much better than a lonely night with your hand. You were cumming so hard that youâre seeing comical stars, letting go of the book. âSatoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru- I-Iâm-â
âAll over my face now. All over, my darling. Câmon.â
You didnât even know where it started, you didnât know where it ended.Â
Just that it had your poor, trembling pussylips plastered to Gojoâs mouth like he was attaching it with adhesive.Â
Inhuman strength holding your thighs down to stop you from even recoiling- because anything that would break off the rubbing massage of your cunt was something he had to halt. You were creaminâ all down Gojo Satoruâs face and he was making sure it stayed that way.
âYes- yeeeees, thatâs it. Thatâs it. Never in my life have I- hah-â Even speaking was such a difficult endeavor for him, not when he couldnât bear to pull away mere inches from your gushing pussy. â-been more grateful for the fact that I donât need to breathe.â
Thighs shaking, goosebumps taking over. You arch your back with a whine at the repeated flicks of his tongue on your clit- in dual stimulation with your g-spot. âB-but I do-â
In response, Gojoâs only crushing your poor pussy against his face further. âHmmm- heh.âÂ
Only fucking you juuust a bit more with the coiling ends of his tongue, oh-so-lengthy like a snakeâs. He swabs the bruised corners of your walls a few more times, gurgling through each fleck of gooey sap that escaped you. Before pulling back with such a loud, dramatic mwah! âAmen.â
Shocked, you flip your woozy head backwards to catch sight of his sleazy smirk, the way that his summer-blue eyes seemed to spark. Feeling your legs twitch slightly with the jolts of your high, âA-and about the vampireâs Beloved?â
âHuh? Oh.â Blinking his dazed eyes, heâs so pussydrunk that it takes Gojo a few seconds to even register what youâd just asked. âWellâŠwill this prove my scriptureâs truth, beloved?â
Youâre being treated like a cute lilâ ragdoll at this point; because it doesnât even take seconds for Gojo to perch a rude hand on the side of your hips and flip you over.Â
With your back now against the cushion, youâre grappling for the woody bearings of the chair as he holds your ankles wide apart and lodges himself between them. âHow devoted I am?â
âD-devoted?â Youâre puffing out a humid breath, and your chin strikes your chest in your hurry to ogle the entire sight of Gojo Satoru. Because ohâŠoh, was he such an utter sight.
Your slick sheens the entire lower half of his handsome face- all the way up to his damn, ruddied cheekbones. Dripping down in sticky sloshes all across the hollows of his cheeks, and down his pointed fangs. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in just how glistening they were with all your glazes of sweet juices.Â
He was wearing it like a mark of honor.
âSo. Hopelessly. Devoted.â
Staining his neckline of his dark cassock even darker, you canât help but notice that you were completely exposed while he was still dressed in his priestsâ robes. Right down to the gold cross.Â
Gojo slaps down the edge of his coral pink tongue to lick up the cloying excess glued to his mouth, staring dead-on at you all the while. âOhâŠare you aware that I can smell whenever that pretty pussy gets even wetter?âÂ
âY-you can?â Youâre hissing, trying to close your legs but you canât - not with Gojo pushing himself between them.
âItâs delicious.â Even deeper. Even wider, he stretches your legs and hunches over with his towering frame to fit a fat thumb between your spit-glossed lips. âI can smell your blood.â Sniffing your throbbing pulse, âYour need.â He glides his digit down your canines, so much more blunt than his fangs.
âAndâ?â
He looks down with a grin, âYour pussy.â
And Gojo could already sense your lewd impatience, holding onto the side of your waist with one hand- and the other pulling back to fumble with the golden buttons of his robes.Â
Pop!
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âSatoru-â
âAh ah.â He was such a damn tease. Unbuttoning only about halfway down his fitted cassock and black clerical shirt. Just enough for you to be spying his extremely chiseled front, from the bulge of his curvy pecs, to the ridges of his abs.
He was oh-so-naturally sexy that it made your mouth water. Ripped core flexing once heâs removing his belt and tugging down those pants of his, robes lifted now. Not enough for you.
But just enough that his red, aching cock springs free and hits the pure white happy trail on his abs with a thwack!Â
Nine- maybe even ten thick inches. And you can only speechlessly gape, because he wasnât just rock-hardâŠhe was so hard nâ heavy that it mustâve been painful, like every drop of blood in his pale body was surging up to the bulbous tip of his cockhead.Â
Gojoâs mushroomy tip blushes a scorching hot pink and leaks out hot precum as if heâs melting, a translucent splat! straight between the slitted slope of your pussy. âAny last words?â
Youâre trembling, âL-last words?â
âMmmââ Heâs sandwiching the girth of his fat, veiny cock between your folds. Just so thick that your pussylips are already being spread near their absolute max- and was thatâŠ
You gasp, surging your head down and oh- you were feeling it right. Each nâ every time Gojoâs sliiiding his length between your cunt, your clit snags on the cold, bulging nib of something. A piercing. He had a piercing.
Like one of those youâd only heard they had in large cities and oh, you werenât making it out of this alive.Â
âMâgonna eat you alive, my angel.â
As if heâd just read your mind.
And you wouldnât be surprised if he could- pure cottony static entering your brain the very second that Gojoâs aligning his smooth tip at your entrance and pushing.
The stretch is so much that you can only blink your teary lashes and keenâ âI-itâs so big- oh, shit, go easy on me, Satoru.â Especially when youâve never been stretched out like this before.
So-very-vulgarly, Gojo only hovers his wet-glazed thumb down to tip aside your plush folds. It was so cute, like your swollen pussy was puckering right up at him every time he nudged his hips back to give your tight hole a good probe.
âIs that all?â Heâs inspecting with a grin, ringed fingers pryinâ your dewy cunt apart. Mindlessly rutting- bucking- âSix hundred years and sâthat all you can take, beloved?â
Clearly teasing, but the thought of taking all his barrelling shaft makes your back arch wildly. Whimpering after every smooch of his orbed piercing, âI-I can make all of that fit?â
âNo.â Gojo snickers, but even that sounds unsteady. Even that sounded like it was on the very verge of shattering into a zillion pieces, and heâs only sinking a finger inside your pussy to stretch you out. To force his raging dick to break off from your clammy cunt to push and push. âBut I will make it fit.â
And then itâs like youâre losing your mind- seeing white behind the lids of your eyes when heâs sinking in a few fat, heavy inches.Â
Hissing underneath his breath, Gojoâs moving the hand at your hips over to your throat to pin you down.Â
âCâmon-â Chortling, he uses it to keep you still as he ruts- âCâmon câmon-â And ruts, burying your upper half into the couch cushion as he swerves his hips deeper. The stretch just vicious, your elastic entrance is being oh-so-tugged to his very size. âActing like such a sinful girlâ and you shall be dealt with as such. Now, open those legs wider, my darling.â
âOh-oh, god- Satoru-â
Choking you, his big, beefy biceps flex once heâs pulling you down by your neck. Meaty thighs gluing flush against your own, his fangs peek in a grin. âYes and yes.âÂ
Languidly, Gojoâs pumping himself deeper to fill out each slick ridge and orifice. Prince Albertâs piercing decorating the very line of his sensitive slit, heâs acting like itâs a spotlight to massage every spot inside of you.
 Letting the puffy entrance of your pussy stretch-stretch-streeeetching-
âF-fuck.â Gojo lets out, all of a sudden. Barely even audible over the resounding plop! that lets off from the damp space between your thighs when heâs finally - finally - bottoming out.Â
Finally.Â
And ohâ it takes a few seconds to register inside your mind, did you just make the infamous Gojo Satoru stutter? Mewling in bewilderment, âD-did you justâŠdid you just fit all- hck!â
He groansââSure did.â But thereâs something dopey in his tone, something that sounds like utter fucking disbelief. Gojo rovers his hand over your plump cylindrical tummy bulge - he was so big that he could tap his thumb down on the hill of his cockhead poking through. âFuck.â
Then itâs like the floodgates open. The floodgates shatter.Â
Gojoâs fangs elongate, his eyes slit almost menacingly- and heâs throwing your boneless legs over his shoulder to push you down into the tightest possible mating press.Â
A mating press.
Hand slamming down on the couchâs oak frame hard enough for it to splinter, âFuck.â Heâs croaking out like a broken record as soon as heâs gifting your goopy cunt with the first thrust. âFuh-fuck.â
Then the second, the third, the fourth- smashing against that cute spongy cervix at the bottom of your pussy. Gojo rubs his swollen veins raw on the gummy texture of your walls, feeling a little part of his sanity crack each time.
âOh my- ngh- fuuuuck, Satoruââ Youâre wailing out whimpering, fingers valleying through the locks of his ivory hair and pulling. âItâs so big- h-hngh- howâs it even going in-âÂ
âIf only your eyes may gaze upon what I can.â The edges of his blue eyes sizzle with power, and shit, heâs seeing right through your drooling cunt.
Using the lecherous advantage of his powers to swerve his hips just right, he knocks the flared end of his tip right at the target of your g-spot. Extra, extra blissful with the way his chilling piercing slips nâ snags just right across that particular orifice.
âThen youâd know that this is the only- ngh- heaven that a creature like I shall ever taste. The only heaven that I shallâŠfuck.â
Digits twitching on his clammy scalp, âO-oh.â
And you just look so pretty like this- lips sprayed with bubbles of drool, your eyes rolling cartoonishly every time he struck the bottom of your pussy, chest heaving.Â
So Gojo canât help but feel your gushing pussy clench âround his cock and gasp- and slouch. Maw sagging fully open, cross hitting your chest, heâs furrowing his brows down at you- yeah, the most beautiful thing heâs seen since he was turned six hundred years ago.
Letting go of teasing that tummy bulge, he holds your left hand - tenderly.Â
And Gojo, for all his riches, might not have an engagement ring ready yet; which is why youâre feeling the cool slip of his purity ring make way onto your ring finger. Blinking dazedly, âC-can the Father even- ngh- propose?â
âFor you? Iâd burn down every soul, building, and flora upon this land.â
Dead serious.
Gojo tilts his flustered features down at you and asks one simple question, âFeel like flying?â
âFlying? What- oh, fuck!â
And he could fly, if he so wished to grow his wings- but what Gojo meant right now was to pick you up. Cleanly off the broken couch, he stands tall with only a singular inhuman hand supporting your weight.Â
The other turning your head up to watch the twitches in your expression as gravity slides you doooown his aching cock. From the ruby-red globe of his crown to the wide circumference of his hilt, each squirm leaves his prominent veins grazing your walls sensually.
Your ass cheeks nuzzling his heavy balls, you whimper, âI-itâs in again?â
âOh, beloved, itâs more than inâŠâ Trailing off with a husky groan, Gojo leaves a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your lips that makes you whine. â-I donât think mâgonna make it out of this with my life to spare.â
Oh.
Oh.
Then Gojoâs fucking you like heâs angry his thick, ravenous cock canât delve deeper inside your pussy - just furious, slobbering strokes.Â
He thwacks the curve of his ballsack against the front of your cunt and then hisses when it wonât go any further. Usinâ a firm grip on your ass to get you to arch even further, âMore- come on. More, little human.â
Rolling your hips back with each hit after hit to your g-spot, heâd mapped you out perfectly at this point. Shaft just so extremely long that you were feeling it in your very lungs.Â
âR-right there mmmââ Spittle pours from the edge of your mouth and lavishes Gojoâs deltoids, where you can only hold on for dear life. âOh my god, Satoru-â
âYou think your Lordâs lookinâ down at you right now, my angel?â Gojo has the audacity to giggle with his fanged canines - pussydrunk and gone once his hips only slam harder into yours.Â
His golden crucifix repeatedly thumps your chest, and you can only watch when he drags up your ringed left hand right up to his mouth. Biting. âHe canât hear you-â Hard. âSo maybe you should heh- scream louder.â
Louder and louder - your pitchy whines were utter music in Gojoâs blushing ears.Â
By now reaching a fever point as youâre feeling the sensations in your legs go numb, head lolling stupidly-
âMy, no ngh- sleeping yet, my darling.â And this position just left you so helpless, completely at Gojoâs mercy when heâs deciding to slip a free hand between your legs and pinch your perky clit. Brushing the calloused fringe of his thumb down where you were the most sensitive. âNot until I bite every inch of you.â
OhâŠit just felt too good. Those slender fingers knew exactly what they were doing, targeting the most delicate spots of your nub, until you felt all raw.Â
You babble at the carnal itch of his fingerpads rolling across your clit. Smearing the dewy droplets of slick that just kept on seeping out of you. âB-but Iâm so- ngh- can feel it again, SatoruâŠâ
âThat so?â Absolutely no mercy. Gojoâs starting up a synchronization between his pre-glazed tip banging your g-spot, and the toying of your honeyed clit. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. âAnd yetâŠâ
Youâre shivering as he whispers in your ear, rasping. Dark. Something that makes your heart race and your cunt pound. âI will still fuck you until you canât walk out the hah- steps of this very church.âÂ
Another dollop of buttery pre sprays along your cervix, another kiss of his frigid piercing glueing to your walls, and yet another twitch of your useless legs. âI will still make everyone see- make everyone know. But firstâŠâ
And you knew from that delicate dimple dotting the side of his grin that the next few words wonât bode well for you.
You knew you were done for just as soon as Gojo leans back from your haphazardly dangling body, ever-so-slightly. Eyeing down your front with his superhuman sight, he still bites down on your purity ring as he grins.
â-I wish to make a statement even the heavens shall know.â
And he can see. He knows exactly where his stirrinâ cock is heading for - right towards the bullseye of your womb. Thrashing- the only carnal sensation you register before itâs all white.
Both your bleary vision and the thick, copious clumps of cum that Gojo was filling you up with.
Both hitting your highs at once - so hard that his fangs shatter the deep purity ring on your finger. Though, never once leaving even a scar on you.Â
âOh, ya really are made for me.â Gojo gasps out a sharp pant, toned hips rutting so ferally upwards at the clenching squeeze of your heated insides. And oh- saying it was good would be an understatement.
The winding lines of his veiny cock dragged out your wave of bliss until you felt like your mind was melting. Bludgeoning his Prince Albertâs against your g-spot again and again and again at the precise peaks of your high.
You almost get the feeling that heâs milking himself on your overspilling cunt, twiddling a thumb over the button of your clit just to get you to clench. âH-heh-â Gojo watches as your creamy pussy driiiips with ivory syrup. âMore more take more-â
You curl your toes in euphoria, dragging him into a filthy, filthy kiss. Slurring,âM-mmm- yes. I wanna-â
âMhmmmâ?â
âHck! wanna be yours, Toruââ
Oh.
He had such a look on his face that told you he would just kill for you. Simply say the word.Â
âMâalready yours, beloved.â Gojoâs meaty thighs shiver after each stringy ribbon of sap being pumped into you, and heâs sliding a thumb all over the drivelling mess of your slit. Cooing as you flinch, âOh, youâre so fuuuuck- ripe.â
Ripe? What did that even mean-
You didnât need to utter the question, because heâs already answering it in the next sultry instant.Â
You watch as he lovingly gazes at your tummy bulge, now stuffed with the weighty knots of his cum. Thereâs an almost tender note in his voice as he speaks, âShould you so wish, this oneâs gonna be a ngh- boy.â
Oh.
Ripe for the picking, like a pomegranate.
Ripe for him to fuck you till you were all round and glowing- and itâs almost the two of you are moving at the speed of light. Gojo barely even taking a split-second to transport himself to the edge of his humble priestâs bed and bully you down.
Cock still buried deeply near your womb, he flattens the weeping head of his shaft against your cervix. Taking a loooong, languid glide of his pierced mushroom tip-
âY-youâre still- ngh-â You hiccup, feeling the parched twitch of his length - still so red nâ swollen that it ached him to not be stuffed between your glossy folds.Â
Sheathing himself in sluggish gyrations that stir your insides, Gojoâs tearing off the rest of his holy robes. From his cassock to his roman collar- and that twinkling golden cross ends up dropped somewhere on his dampening sheets.Â
âStill hard? Heh-â Gojo snickers, oh, heâs going to have fun with you for the rest of eternity. âNow, you didnât expect a vampire to stop at only one, did you, my angel?â
Fuck.Â
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.
.
And maybe itâs been hours. Maybe itâs been days.
All youâre learning is that a vampire goes for seconds, thirds, fourths- that Gojo Satoru wonât be even the slightest bit satisfied until heâs well past the sixth round.Â
Your tired hips slumped on top of his now, riding him dry- well, as best as you could when your entire body was utterly helpless. At his mercy, heâs got his large hands clawing on your waist, moving you in steady figure-eight grins.
Long, achingly probing his sensitive divot into your battered and bruised delicate spots. So far gone that you could feel the slimy second skin of his cum from hours prior pool inside.Â
Gojo slaps his hip bones up to yours and lets out what sounded like a damn broken whimper, âYeah- yeah, if this isnât the most heavenly thing- nghhhââ
âOh-ohhhh my godââ You whimper, the cheeks of your ass stinging as he perks a hand underneath your thighs to slam you down. Crushing your overstimulated clit against his soaked happy trail, âThe sunâs coming up, Toru.â
And sure enough, tentative yellow light was seeping between the half-shuttered blinds of Gojoâs quarters.
With it, a new day. And a new victim of the vampire to be discovered - of his.Â
Though, thatâs the last thing on your stupidly fuzzy mind when the thickened end of his thumb is coming down to draw out a cute lilâ heart on your clit. âSâthat sooâ? Heh-â He gulps from his completely dry throat, looking at you through unruly white bangs. âBetter make this fast then, my darling.â
You had no idea where his stamina was coming from- even for a vampire this was ridiculous, surely.
At some point he was clinging onto your hips and maneuvering you up nâ down his vein-decorated cock as if it was nothing.Â
Slight sparks of power flying from his half-lidded eyes every time heâs swirling and swirling his flinching cock âround your walls. Each semicircle of him stretching you out gets you rewarded with the slightest geyser of milky pre- damn near cumming dry.
âOh.â Gojoâs nostrils flare, and his flushed maw hangs wide open with a sliver of spittle. Turning into a torrent of saliva once heâs hit with that familiar candied perfume of your orgasm.
Close-
Before you can even babble out the word, youâre cumming- and not just cumming, squirting. All over GojoâsâŠface?
Fuck, your hands dig into the sweaty locks of his pale hair. Half-melted mind realizing that heâd transported you with his powers just as soon as you hit your high. Moving you from his jolting cock to seat all prettily on top of his face.Â
Right on top for him to lavish his swollen mouth with the splosh of your velvety sap. Creaming all over his handsome features, leaving his lower and upper body soaked.
âMmm- fuck.â He slaps his dewy-wet lips down your dripping wet cunt; simply drunken, Gojo lets the ribbons of your thick slick drench his sharp jawline. Puddle after puddle of cloying liquid that sprays across his mouth. A fucking mess.Â
âA-menâŠâ Cum and slick bubbling down his rosy mouth nâ fangs, he babbles. Catching sight of the bleeding orange of the sun rise, âOh, itâs time.â
Time for him to lick up the last few tingles of your orgasm. Time for him to keep pinning you down to his face as he turns his head towards your thighs and bites.
Hard.
Puncturing.
And just as soon as the hot crimson of your blood leaks into his mouth, Gojo finds himself smiling. âMay God never forgive me.â
A different kind of mark, the book had claimed. And sure enough your body flashes hot- something churning inside your blood vessels. Something that makes him tenderly flip the two of you over so that you can lay across the ruined sheets-
Only for him to take sweet, sweet advantage of the crook of your neck and bite. Once more. Then twice on the other side, just to make sure. Just because he couldnât stop himself.
Six hundred years.
Six hundred years that he had been searching for you.
Youâre wheezing out weakly, âSatoruâŠâ
Now to finally, finally find you.
âRest. The transformation from human to vampire is quite taxing.â Gojo hushes you, ivory lashes lowered in pure loving. He plants a kiss on the bloodied bite marks at your neck, fangs peeking out just enough to tease. âWe have a long eternity together, my beloved.â
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[Excerpt from âScripture of Shadowsâ: Latest published edition, author unknown.]
âChapter Six: The Vampyreâs Beloved
Many are unaware of the one weakness of the vampyre: their one true love. Yes, reader, the fated mate, only poetically comparable to a âsoulmateâ, is one that can induce a different kind of bite in the blood-thirsty vampyre.Â
It is an unexplainable soul tie that happens merely once in eternity - one that provokes even the most blasphemous creature of the vampyre to tear down heaven and hell. One such known vampyre in search was the famed Gojo Satoru, almighty of even these shadowed beings.
But through my journeys, I have found that our despicable being has come to find his fated mate, as of late. The latest whispers within the shadowed realm speak of an atypically happy life, and an even happier brideâexpectably, leaving bloodied wedding favors behind.
Some even claim an heir of the Darkness to be within reach, God have mercy.
Six hundred years of terror, and it seems that He has found even the most undeserving worthy of being loved. Being seen.Â
For, perhaps even the cruelest of creatures can love.
Amen.â
A/N. Omg yâall I had to get permission from like five of my Christian friends before I could post this erm- obvi disclaimer that this isnât a true representation of Christianity!!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Ë đŁČ Don't know how to treat me á°.áâ§ N. Kento
Silk slipped through your fingers like liquid gold. Velvet kissed your skin in whispers you could barely afford. Each sapphire along the silver bracelet hugging your wrist winked at you. Don't even get started on your heels, your earrings, the fourth shopping bag laid idly beside its friends from three other stores.
The cherry on top? Two large hands scorned from years of work yet ever gentle in their smooth trace down your curves.
"I think this dress suits you well, don't you, darling?" Even Kento's kisses felt expensive. The grandest of jewels laid over your shoulder as if you deserved each one. Hell, as if you deserved every store your pretty little self stepped into it.
"Well . . ." you roved over the mirror's scene. Your beloved was behind you with his hands worshipping every crevice and crook of your body, his lips painting affection across your shoulders and neck. The dress was gorgeous, comfortable, the finest material only for his darling.
Instead of the silk, your eyes drew to the price tag written in invisible ink between the creases.
"It's a bit pricey. I don't think I'm worth all this expense."
His lips paused. Glued to the junction between your shoulder and neck. One comment and suddenly, his gaze flickered to you. As if that alone would reverse time and have you gulping the words down instead.
Kento stilled, then asked â even if it didn't sound like a question. Low, quiet:
"Come again?"
Silk was the least of your concerns. Slick became all you knew. Pooled around his palm and messing up his favourite watch you're sure. Not that you could see with your vision impaired by his chest. Your front flushed into him while his hand worked endlessly behind.
Fingers tremble in his shirt. Each twitch another apology to his digits pumping fluidly into your syrupy slit. They fucked until the knuckle, withdrew every few shallow thrusts, then slammed back in until you were drooling all over his blue fabric.
"K-Kennn - please," you hiccuped, forearms flushed tighter to his chest as you peeked at the mirror behind you. Panties pulled to the side and hanging on a limb while his hand pistoned into your pretty, swollen pussy.
"Sssh darling. You're too pretty to be talking about yourself like that." His drawl rumbled into your ear after a soft kiss pressed against it. His wrist rotated and you choked a moan as he braced speed.
"Too pretty to beg. Don't want to hear that ever again. You hear me?"
Nods were all you could manage. Your thighs squeezed tighter, but it didn't matter to his large hand. His free one caressed your side with his strong arm steeling you against him. Trapping you as he fucked all your insecurities out in splutters and squirts.
Kento crooked into a spot that made you bite down on his shirt, whimpering. Your hips bucked helplessly with your pitiful little â "Ken - Kento 'm gonna - I'm cumming, please? Please can I cum? Pleaseplease?"
He huffed again. This time his thumb joined on you clit. Flicking up to reprimand the nub together with his now ruthlessly pumping fingers. You keened and limped into him. Legs shaky on designer heels surely messed with your cunt gushing juices.
"Come now darling. Ask, don't beg."
You hiccuped and pressed tighter into him. Tears heavy on your lashes as you squeezed your eyes shut and mouthed on his already damp shirt. "Please - please make me cum? Kento - hngh!"
He circled on a bundle of nerves he knew would loosen the knot. Your pussy throbbed and with one final burst of heat, you bubbled cream all over his palm. He eased you into a slower grind, his thumb circling your clit a few more times before finally halting.
Your face is pulled into his free hand. You found comfort in his palm and whimpered as he brushed your tears away.
"Look at me, sweetheart." When you did, a tender kiss met your glossy lips. "Never want to hear that from you again, alright?"
"Mhhm."
"There's my good girl."
Ë đŁČ Don't know how to touch me á°.áâ§ G. Satoru
You wouldn't consider yourself a shittalker, but when it came to boys, you were never the type to hold your tongue. If you had a dollar for every asshole with a god-complex you encountered and ten for each one you dated, you'd be able to pay off your student loans. But Satoru's got that covered.
Ah yes, Satoru, who sat beside you with an idle scroll of his phone. His long arm draped over your shoulders as he fell into yet another cat video trap. He was freed from his third-going-onto-forth loop when whatever video you stumbled upon caught his ear.
"Ladies, best believe. The second orgasm is a myth."
His pale brow arched and he sneaked a sideways glance to garner your expression. What's with that look? "Kinda bs, huh sweetheart?" He tested the waters and immediately burned when you shrugged your shoulders.
"Dunno. Guys can barely give one, let alone two."
His smile froze and the sideways look turned into a small stare. The thumb that had paused in its lazy circles on your shoulder started up again. As if trying to coax a correct answer out of you.
"Can't disagree with that. But cut us some credit yeah?"
"Nah, boys can't do shit."
His second brow joined as they both raise further. His smile tightened at the little scowl you present him, as if he represented every male on earth. Satoru knew that look well. It's one you've been testing him with for the past couple of weeks. This was aimed.
Yes, Satoru hadn't made you cum more than once, but not due to lack of skill. You were young, sensitive, one was enough for now. He had to ease you into everything he knew â but there goes that brat again thinking she can take it rough.
"But not me though, right sweet girl?" He hoisted you closer, his shades falling down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes dimmed to a murky ocean and the pattern of his thumb ran firmer. He was giving you an out â
Yet there you were, smiling sarcastically. "Not sure, Satoru. I think you're just like all these other boys in my phone."
And that's how you wound up eating those words in the form of pitched moans and drool. Back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees that locked them open like a clamp. A strong arm flexed around your middle where he bundled you so easily in his lap. Steeling you still and helpless to the mess you're squirting everywhere.
"Toru - toru!" Your voice quaked brokenly as you chased air like a luxury. Head hung back on him as you pitifully bucked into two fingers fucking another slew of slick from your raw pussy. Swollen and stringy, spraying squirts and cream with every deep plunge to the knuckle.
"So it's 'toru' now sweets? That you or your pussy talkin'?" He was relentless. Would his arm ever get tired? It hasn't lost pace since he shoved into you. It's been three orgasms, going onto a devastating fourth.
Squelches poured when he stuffed them to the knuckle and shallowly stroked on your sweetspot. His fingertips expertly circled the bundle of nerves then come-hithered until you were keening. The arm on your middle shifted and he bunched on your shirt, yanking it up over your tits with a grip that showed off every vein on his strong hand.
"Oh, what's that? You cummin' baby?" Satoru grinned against your ear, pace speeding to something blinding. "Yeah? What number's that?"
"Dunno â hngh!"
Your lips formed a pitiful pout that split with drool when his thumb attacked your clit and a third finger shoved in simultaneously. You squirmed, but he yanked you back with a greedy tit grope. "Yeah you do, don't wanna hear it."
His wrist flicked, the new position brought an even more brutal pace. He angled specifically to exaggerate your pussy's lewd sloshes and squelches. Another sweetspot became his target and you spewed slick all over his palm, coating his silver watch in gloss. That's fine, he'd make you lick it off later.
"Gimme the number, brat." His hiss punctuated with added pressure, your clit's trapped once more. "Or is all you're good for creaming my fingers? Messing my watch up baby. Pretty pussy's not caring one bit huh?"
His chuckle bordered something cruel. Cruel like his fingers that crooked and abused whatever spot he could find. Who cared if your messy juices painted the couch, his sleeve, hell â the floor with your last squirt?
All he cared about were your whining sobs, your pitiful grinds into his hand that was wayyy too big for you and the wet throbs of your pussy.
Slams pistoned on your gummy walls. You squirmed to no avail and choked another sob as you shivered back onto him. "Toru! T-Toru please!"
"How. Many?"
Your jaw's snatched next. Face squeezed between his flexing fingers as he wrung your head to face him. Teary eyed, drooling, looking like his sweet girl rather than that smart lil' brat. His glare earned your whimpers, but he was still grinning. Still pumping his fingers endlessly. Sharply. "Tell me how many times I made this pussy cum, huh? Tell me."
"T-Two - no - nooo," you whined as your wrong answer came with his fingers yanked out, sticky strings connecting to his hand that soon slapped back on your raw pussy. You jolted, whimpered â but it's cut off into a keened moan when he shoved them back in. "Three - three 'toru -!"
"Thaaatt's it. What's it gonna be?"
"Four - oh god!"
You clenched on his fingers and throbbed over his knuckles. Mouth falling open as he shot his other hand to grip your thigh and ruthlessly ground your shaking self down onto his relentless thrusts. He knew all your signs. The moans caught in your throat. The crossed eyes and drooling, spluttered, ah ah ah! as he fucked the brat right out of you.
The knot in your tummy tightened one more time. Your head tossed back. Body clenching altogether as he trapped you in an endless, devastating bliss. You splattered all over his hand with a broken gasp of his name. Stuttering your thighs as if you had any control. Squelching, gushing, until trickles of cream oozed around his still pistoning hand.
"There she is. There's my sweet girl." At last his affection laves over your neck in kisses. Not that his hand ever stopped. He only shallowed again and started curling more cruelly. Holding you down as you struggled around in his grasp with pitiful lil' 's too much' and 'toru pleaassee'.
You're hot. Bothered. Sticky and whiney as you choke on heated air. He slipped his other hand down to pinch and play with your clit. Egging on your whimpered sobs.
"Boys can't do anything, huh sweetheart?" Satoru crooned into your neck, grinning like the devil before he whispered low and rough in your ear.
"Good thing I'm a man, yeah?"
Ë đŁČ Don't know how to tease me á°.áâ§ G. Suguru
Younger guys never put up much of a fight. Too impatient to deal with your bullshit, too many years ahead of them to fight you on it. Frowns, huffs, the occasional smart comment broke them quicker than they could make you cum on fingers or tongue.
But Suguru? Suguru had patience he wielded in weaponised denial and a handful of years dangling over your head. Acting out with someone nearly twice your age should have been easier.
He should be tired, irritable. Too old to deal with your audacious eye rolls and bratty tongue. In seconds he should have you over his lap, or at the very least his desk. Stuffing you with his fingers, mouth, dick, making you beg for it â putting you in your place.
Only one of those came true over the week you put on your spoilt princess persona and donned your petty crown of attitude. Every snide remark only earned a low a hum, your huffs were returned with his smile, and when you attempted to rile him up with a slutty little skirt and three images to his phone; well, throwing you around was an option only in your imagination, it seemed.
He didn't toss you over the sofa, nor threw you over his shoulder. No, Suguru only smiled. Leaned back into his seat and watched with slithered eyes as you flushed down over his knee.
Your cunt thrummed against your damp panties, hovered over his black jeans with your hands trembled around the same skirt you attempted to drive him wild with. Pretty nails that he paid for clung tight on the fabric, tighter than the line your lips pressed into.
"You really haven't been good to me this week." His sigh came with a calloused thumb tracing down your thigh. You tensed and whimpered. If you gaped at him with those pitifully teary eyes, maybe he'd give in?
"Don't give me that look."
Nevermind. Violet solidified into a patient glare, even with the serene smile he displayed. "Where's my good princess gone? She still in there?"
He drummed atop your cunt and you whined. Wishing he'd go lower - wishing he'd touch you. He only instructed that you lifted your skirt higher and you did so with pouting lips.
"Sugu . . . "
Smack! "Don't wanna hear it right now baby." Your thigh heated under the sting and he withdrew his touch altogether. Greedy, infuriatingly calm eyes roved you entirely before he hummed.
"Tell me what you want."
"You . . ."
"Be specific, brat."
You whimpered when his tone dropped and fiddled with the skirt. You couldn't meet his steady stare. "Wanna. . . wanna grind on your knee. Want you to touch me, please Suguru?"
He breathed deep, another sigh before motioning aimlessly with his hand that laid outstretched together with his arm on the back of the sofa. "Go on then. Grind that pretty pussy down on me. Don't deserve it but, you're lucky you're pretty."
The invisible restraints shattered and you flushed into his knee. Whines broke from your throat as you slowly rocked down on the perch. The angle caught you clit just perfectly but you struggled to maintain it.
Still, you wanted to be good for him. Your throbbing, leaking cunt begged you to. So you reached out for his shirt to stabilise yourself and took up a rocking rhythm. The friction was all you could ask for after a week of denial.
"Hngh - Sugu â"
"There we go," he crooned, that gentle smile returning as he set a hand on your hips. He aided you with small glides, but still let you do all the work. Brats don't get what they want, after all. He leaned his head back onto his fist and drawled deeply. A sharp look returned as he glanced up at you beneath his lashes.
"If you want something, you ask for it. I'm not one of your boytoys."
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You swear Satoru pretends heâs not as strong when heâs around you. The man will let you shove him and then immediately collapse to the floor, whining that youâre just sooo mean to little olâ him :(
So, of course, when heâs about to leave for the day, expecting his usual morning kiss, and youâre not exactly giving him what he wants (just those quick, annoying little pecks), he starts getting that look.
That stupid grin.
Big and dopey, blue eyes crinkling as his snowy lashes flutter, leaning in closer each time you try to pull away, chasing your mouth like a fool in love. âNooo, come back. You know what I want.â
And obviously, youâve had enough.
You grab him by the front of his jacket, spin him, and pin him up against the wall. One hand cupping his pec, because if youâre gonna do this, youâre gonna do it right, and the other curling around the sharp line of his jaw as you lean in and kiss him.
Sloppy. Messy. Tongue sliding into his mouth, breath warm and close, and you swear you hear a moan slip from the back of his throat.
You murmur against his lips, âThis is where you're weak, right?â
And itâs like you hit a pressure point. His legs buckle slightly, spine curving like you knocked the air out of him. If you werenât holding him up, heâd probably be sliding straight down the wall. His fingers twitch like he wants to grab you, anchor himself, but all he can do is giggle breathlessly against your mouth, brain clearly buffering.
When you finally pull back, heâs flushed. Blinking like you just smacked him. The tips of his ears are pink, his lashes fluttering as he stammers, âWhat the hell was that, baby, no, nuh uh, you come back here and finish what you started.â
And now heâs whining at the door like the poor, lovesick puppy he is, mumbling about how heâs gonna be thinking about that kiss all day.
You change his contact to 'Masochistic freak' after he finally leaves to go on some random mission.
cw - light anal stuff, âjust the tipâ, ddlg reader
Your brainâs all gooey and blank in that warm, stupid way you get when youâre ovulating and so full of that buzzy, needy ache that you donât know where to put it. Youâre laying on your tummy, legs kicked up with your ass arched at him just the way he likes, little cotton panties tugged down to your knees to expose your tight holes.
Youâre so warm back there. Puffy and twitchy and extra sensitive, your poor little hole fluttering at him like itâs begging for attention. You feel it every time you moveâa tingling little throb that tickles in the worst, best way, deep in your belly.
âTojiii,â you whimper, turning to look over your shoulder at him with glossy eyes. âIt tickles... back there. Itâs making me feel weirdâ.
Toji hums while kneeling behind you, big hands spreading your plushy cheeks apart. âYeah? Right here?â he murmurs, dragging a warm thumb down the crease of your ass, letting it trace slowly around your rim.
You wiggle, shivering a little from his touch. âMhm... it wonât stop twitching. Feels like somethingâs supposed to be thereâ.
And oh, he loves it when you get like this. All desperate and drooly and too dumb to be embarrassed. His sweet girl with her voice all high and broken, asking him to touch places she barely understands.
âI know what you need,â he mutters, reaching down to stroke himself, his cock already fat and flushed, the head leaking just from the sight of your cute asshole twitching open for him.
âJust the tip, please?â you ask in your softest voice, burying your face in the sheets. âWanna feel it kissing my hole. Wanna know what it feels likeâ.
He groans, grabbing your hips and lining up behind you. âYouâre so fucking cute, baby. Gonna let daddy play with your pretty hole?â
You nod eagerly, gasping when the thick, warm head of his cock presses up against your excited rimânot pushing in, just resting there. You clench instinctively, like your holeâs trying to suck him in.
âShh, easy there,â Toji croons, holding you steady as he rocks his hips just a little, letting his tip rub slow, lazy circles over your puckering rim. Not fucking inâjust dragging the head along the puffy ring, smearing pre-cum all over the twitchy little muscle.
You moan, long and soft and needy. âFeels funny, daddy...â
âI know, sweetheart,â he breathes, his voice hoarse with need. âYour little holeâs all fluttery, huh? Can feel it sucking at meâ
He leans forward and spits right on your hole, watches it glistens then rubs his tip in the mess, sliding back and forth, letting it smear in slow, wet strokes.
You squirm like it ticklesâlike every tiny shift of his cock makes your thighs tremble. âFeels good but itâs making me wiggle,â you whimper. âLike my bellyâs tickly insideâŠ..â
Toji groans low, gripping the fat of your ass tighter. âThatâs âcause itâs needy, baby. Your little backdoor wants daddyâs cock, doesnât it? Wants to be stretched real nice ân slowâ.
âJust a lilâ bit,â you breathe. âWanna feel the head pop in...â
He obligesâjust barely. He lets the swollen head press in until your hole stretches wide around it, only the plump tip sinking in snug and tight, and you cry at how it feels. So full already and so hot, the stretch making your whole body twitch.
âGood girl,â he whispers, not moving yet, just letting your greedy hole flutter and squeeze around the head possessively. âLook how it hugs me. Feels better now, doesnât it?â
You nod with a whimper, clutching the sheets, as your back arches like youâre trying to pull him in deeper. âDonât take it out yet,â you beg. âIt stops the tickles when itâs in thereâ
âYeah?â he smirks, rubbing his thumb over your back while his cockhead sits heavy and pulsing inside your rim. âThen weâll keep it there, baby. You just be a good girl and let daddy plug you up nice ân gentleâ.
FIT CHECK?!
Synopsis. Donât think you can fit all of him? Funny.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, making him fit, size kĂnk, length + girth analysis, tummy buIges, marathons, unprotected, cĂșmplay, matĂng presses, GOJOâS POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, theyâre BIG, first times (Choso, Ino), PĂSSYDRĂNK men, p talking, headIocks, creampĂes, slight exhĂŹbitionĂŹsm (Nanami), pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. Anatomy? Donât know herâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches x 5.40 inches
âT-Toji how many more mmm- inches left?â
âTwo.â
âOh-â
âMultiply that by threeâŠh-heh.â
And the lips of your slit are all but bawling as Toji clings a palm onto your hips and tugs you down. No hesitation. No apology for the way heâs not even halfway stuffed, yet already stirring your poor insides completely.Â
âIf ya canât handle a big stretch then- hah- donât talk outta her.â One of his roughened thumbs draws a horizontal line across your puffy core, stretchinâ your folds apart just enough to watch the way his wide, massive length was being devoured by you, sluggishly.Â
Half-rutting more nâ more while you shrilled out in needy whines, dazedly wondering whether he even can fit-
âDuh, silly girl.â Oh- did you just say that out loud? With a gruff pant, Tojiâs slouching down enough that your hamstrings are screaming. Muttering hoarsely, âMânot Toji Fushiguro if I donât make it fit, doll.â
He was serious.Â
Dead serious.
The only goal his overheated mind had been pondering repeatedly ever since youâd insisted that you could take all of his near-nine tonight.Â
Big. Staggering.Â
Nestled by breeder balls, his length curved deliciously right, covered in swollen veins and gifted with a plump mushroom tip so fat. Because Toji wasnât just as red as a strawberry at his crown - he was just as swollen, too- turning into a pretty tannish gradient where his base was kissing your outer pussy.Â
And taking his five-inch width was already challenging, but now all he wanted to do was fold you with his beefy arms into the meanest mating press and bump his blushing cockhead against your entrance again and again and again until-
Fuck, it was such a tight fit.Â
A stiff set of fingers tilts your chin, snapping you out of your cockdrunk state. âCâmon, girl- no time to tap out. Spread those legs wiiide open nâ take it for me.âÂ
âL-like this?â Youâre whimpering, the sweat coating your fingerpads making them slip and slide underneath the flesh of your thighs. You could be holding yourself as far open as possible and it still wouldnât be enough for Toji.
âHmmm, almost.â Heâs tittering, dark bangs tickling your forehead when your boyfriend leans dangerously in. He was so big - so muscular.Â
So strong that it only takes a single split-second for him to manhandle your trembly legs up nâ over his shoulder, interlocking your ankles behind his damp neck with a singular hand. At his mercy.Â
And then Tojiâs pushing and pushing with his inhuman reflexes until your ass is damn near hovering off of the silky sheets, cock furiously hot and tugging on the softness of your hole with each pounding throb.Â
Hissing, âAaaatta girl. Now, ya can fit it.â
Slipping one of his particularly proud veins past your inner ring of muscle and slithering it along your ridged sweet spots. âNow you can.â Thereâs an airy tone to Tojiâs voice- almostâŠgone. Almost higher pitched and cracking as he starts up a vulgar tempo that makes your bedsprings ricket, âNow. Now.â
Tojiâs just so damn lengthy that you swear you can almost feel him in your lungs. The globed curve of his tip swabbing past your pussylips and pressinâ deep into every nook and cranny-
âOh p-please!â Your voice warbles, hips restlessly bucking off of the mattress. Grabbing onto the firm curves of his pecs, making you feel every rippling flex. âSo big- so big so big s-so-â
And Toji tuts - tuts, half-lidded jade eyes rolling as he digs his capped knee into the side of your waist to hold you still. Leaning his weight down until you feel the bulge of his v-line scrape your pelvis, âSâall you hafta say?â He tilts his head, a slick line of drool beginning to trickle from the edge of his scarred lips, âMâonlyâŠâ
Then heâs rovering his rude right hand - callused, somewhat trembling at the heat of your dripping pussy - over your tummy and pressing down, down, down.Â
Till the crowned edge of his thumb tap-tap-taps over where you could feel the outline of his spherical mushroom tip lining your walls, about halfway down your front. â-here.â
âS-still?â Breathless, the only thing your mind knows to do now is lurch off of your cushy pillows, slobbering down your chin in a thin glaze at how much he was giving another thrust and splitting you apart.Â
âKeh- whaddaya mean âstillâ?â With yet another roll of his eyes, Tojiâs rudely slapping your teary cunt with the velvety underside of his shaft, rubbing his dark happy trail all raw on the top of your neglected clit just to hear you whine. âOpen those haaaah- pretty fucking legs, lemme fit- just f-four more inches.â
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd be marvelling about the way simply squeezing your gooey wet walls made the infamous, big bad Toji Fushiguro crack. Stutter.Â
Gasping, âTake it- come back.â The vice-like hand still restraining your legs drags you down where the recoil of his hips was starting to push against you. Skin reddening near his tufts of unruly black, he titters. âCome back and take it- come back nâ lemme fill you all up- just a few more.â
âA few?â Mewling, his rugged palm racks up the pressure to feel him thick, pummeling cock sliiiide slimily all the way in. âPlease-â
âThree- three inches more.â You shiver once the textured ends of his tongue flop outwards and lick up your salty tears, humming like they were the sweetest candy on his tastebuds. âSay it wâme now. Threeee more.â
âTh-three-â Sluuurp goes the way his fat fucking shaft nestles in, wide enough that it rubs against your tiniest fragile orifices.Â
âLouder.â
âThree.â
Grunting, Tojiâs hiking up his own meaty thighs so that he can arch his sculptured spine further. âTwo now.â Words slightly tinging on pussydrunken laughter like he was in disbelief. Sure, youâve taken him before but never this deep. And the stretch made you so wet that your ass cheeks were sticking to the skin of his v-line like adhesive- âTwo- two more nâ we already hafta fuuuuck- change the sheets.â
The knobbled thumb of his right hand reaches down until heâs pryinâ apart your swollen folds with a resounding squelch! Almost knuckle-deep- bucking- just to fit inside.Â
âFuck- two- two!â
Toji blinks like his hazed brain cells had nearly forgotten your conversation just before, nearly as stupefied as you - your eyes whirling cartoonishly, mouth sticky with spit. You feel the friction of his coral pink divot just graze your cervix and itâs incredible.
âOne.â
âOne- o-one!âÂ
Then thereâs the loudest, rawest, most sinful plop! as Toji finally - finally - bottoms out. Stuffed snugly and sensually from the fringe of his pre-glazed tip to the circumference of his hilt.Â
Youâre watching through partially-opened eyes in awe, wondering just how he managed to fit inside. Toji was just so damn big that every pulse of his winding veins was making your cunt quiver, girthy enough that your pussylips were stretched out until they were bulging.Â
âHeh- keep your eyes open, doll.â Heâs gruffing out from above, finally catching his breath. Pushing down on that cute tummy bulge to remind you that he mightâve talked you through it - but this was still Toji. âThe funâs just getting started.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 10.45 inches x 4.82 inches
Nanami Kento wasnât just big - he was big.Â
The tallest tan length patterned with slight veins, and a wide girth that made your eyes roll back stupidly. He was all topped with a neat mushroom tip that spanks down on your slivery slit and makes you drool.Â
Cocktip blushing a shy, pale pink as he streams out a helping of cute pre, grunting from the depths of his hoarse chest. âShhh, my love. Sâonly the tip.â
âB-but youâre still so big, Kento.â Youâre whining, fingers trembling where you were digging them helplessly onto the sides of his broad shoulders. And you couldnât even make as much whiny noise as you wanted to because-
âMr. Nanami, are the documents for the upcoming proposal okay? â
Speaking into an ongoing early morning meeting on his phone, âIâve approved them.â You canât help the way the firm authority in Nanamiâs deep bass makes your cunt grow wetter, biting back a moan as you straddle him in his home office chair. âTell- hah! tell the team allâs well.â
âThank you- and pardon me, but you sound a littleâŠâ
Instantly, Nanami latches a hand to grope your ass cheeks like he didnât know whether he wants to pull you away or finally put himself out of this damn agony and bottom out.Â
Coughing softly, âI-Iâm quite alright.â
He was anything but.Â
Your husbandâs demeanor was caring - hastily muting himself on the call - but his cock was so mean. And that smug lilâ clench of your sopping walls gets you immediately punished with a rapid thrust.Â
âFuh-fuuuuck! Kenâ-â
âTalking so loud, darling.â Nanami purrs, forehead sticking to yours. And he runs his frigid wedding band across your clit to listen to the sweet way your pussy sings out a sluuuurp, âNâ so is she.â
Impatiently rutting your hips up nâ down, up nâ down, up nâ down until your pussy coats his shaft with goopy slick at the halfway mark. âBecause I wantâŠâ
âAww- feeling left out? Dâyou want me to finger you, hm?â Swirling his doughy fingerpad in circles that make your gummy cunt spark with white-hot bliss. Snagging just to the side of your softened walls so that he can try and make them bruise.
âJ-just a bit- but-â
And heâs just so eager that you can feel his throbbing shaft pound against the roof of your heated core, four-inch girth so fat that gravity was making every bounce of yours lazily choke down his size. âMhmmâ anything- ngh. Anything for you, my wife.â
âI want moreââ Your glossy lower lip juts out in a pout and you almost miss the way those very words make your gentle giant of a husband flinch. It makes him pant.Â
It makes him look up at you with eyes that are crazed- breathing out in such a strained way, âM-more.â
Nanami Kentoâs voice cracks.Â
And you can only nod, âMore. All of it.â
âAllâŠâ Maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour, maybe an eon- before Nanami tugs on the silky yellow of his tie and groans at the tightness. âBrace yourself, my love- this is gonna sting a little.â
Before you can even bat your teary lashes, Nanami has one arm tucked underneath your slick-sheened inner thigh, one more centimeter of his solid length shoveled deep. And one finger dancing over that âmuteâ button on his phone, âSo- what was that about meeting plans?â
âKento, donât you dare- oh!â
Only to shut you up with a sensual kiss of his weepy orifice down your pussy, heâs vulgarly stretching out your walls until your legs quake.Â
Sturdy office chair creaking at the force of his hips, his eyes are narrowed and predatory as he watches the way your tight hole expands all âround his glistening cock. Your elastic entrance bumpinâ into each one of his veiny inches.
Hypnotized. Sounding as dazed as ever as he speaks into the other end of the phone, âHuh? Oh, that- just my dear wife bringing meâŠâ Nanami stares you dead into your adorable heart-eyes as he tucks his fat thumb past your pussylips and drenches himself. Just enough to pop! into his stern mouth- â-breakfast.â
âS-so mean.â Youâve never seen your husband talk like this, and youâve never taken his long, ten-inch cock without hours nâ hours of preparation.
But right now, more than anything, you wereâŠhungry.
And slobber drips down the edge of your chin when you throw your head back and impale yourself deeper on his cock. Shrilly whimpering, âDonât know if I can-â
âOf course you can.â He interrupts in a booming voice, and for a second you donât know whether heâs talking to you or his coworker on the phone. Only realizing once, with a hasty apology- âMy wife needs ah- help with something.â Nanamiâs tugging your bitten lips apart and poking his fingers inside.Â
Making you suck. Making you bite.
âA real gentleman- arenât you, Mr. Nanami?â
âMhm- gotta help out the hah- lady whenever I can.â Heâs cooing at you. Phone now balanced comfily between his shoulder and his ear, Nanamiâs tilting his head and boring down at you with such a sleazy, drunken grin. âFuckinâ loooove helping my wife- oh, excuse my language.âÂ
Oh god, he was getting so drunk. Tugging on your clit with one hand, and the other was holding you rigidly still so you canât escape while he was sliiiiiding his cock inside with a sloppy drag.Â
Your teary eyes wandering to the back of your head, âW-will it-â
âIt will.â Caressing the rovering ends of his two digits until you make the cutest gagging noises, he recites underneath his breath. âIt has to.â Muted. Just for you to hear. âInhale slowly- through your nose. Relax that pretty pussy fâme.âÂ
âL-like this?â
âSlower.â Hiking a meaty thigh up once you sloppily follow along, âKeep your chest still- relax.â He hisses as the globes of your ass start to kiss his toned lap, damn near eleven plump inches being tunneled into you. âExhale slowly. Again.â Head snapping between your half-lidded expression and below, âAgain. Take it- fuck fuck fuck- take it.â
Curving the slightly left-leaning point of his tip to slither across your walls and skim your g-spot, and you canât even move- you canât even thrash around like you wanted to because Nanamiâs pinning you down.Â
âYeah- yeah mâhere. Iâm here and- and sooo fucking hard for you.â Heâs swearing underneath his breath once he hits the back of your dewy pussy with a pap! of his large, swollen balls. âAnd so- fucking- big.âÂ
When Nanami bottoms out itâs with a precise strike to your spongy cervix, so hard that your very bones seem to rattle upon impact.Â
And fuck- was it just as powerful for Nanami who holds his shaken breath and slouches till his glasses almost slide cleanly off, and stares at the bulging folds of your pussy all webbed with his pre, and doesnât even realize that the phonecall had unmuted-
âNow nowâŠâ Higurumaâs raspy voice sounds out on speaker phone. âHow about you nâ your lovely wife get this meeting on video call, Nanami? Maybe I can ah- help, too.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 9.18 inches x 4.58 inches
Thwack! The glittery ends of Getoâs long, pale fingers are just drenched in all your sap and slick and he doesnât think heâs ever smiled harder.Â
Tutting, with his head bent just low enough that his inky, curtaining locks trace your arched spine. âYeahhh- sheâs not fucking fittinâ me again- heh.â Snickering once just the slightest gyration of his bulging tip sends a torrent of cum from before dripping out of your pussy, âShe agrees with me, too, gorgeous.â
âI feel so full.â Youâre whining as your leader simply pulls you back and pliably rests a foot on your head. Geto Suguru already had you for hours, yet he wasnât letting you go for a looong time.
And he wasnât going anywhere without his reddened, gleaming tip emptying out yet another wave of milky precum inside of you. Watching as the sleek white coating glosses over your pussylips- his hazy gaze snaps from your cunt. To you. And back- âOn second thoughtâŠâ
âO-ohhh my god- ngh-â
â-why donâtcha take all of me again?â
You canât help the way that your arms claw on the damp futon and try to drag your trembling body forwards - because Geto was just so big and trying to push himself deeper.Â
He was just as pretty as his long, flushed pink cock was. Balls delicate, shaft road and wide- with a singular strawberry pink vein that mazed along so sinfully.Â
Youâre feeling the tender slit underneath his sparkly tip rub your insides raw. A few more solid inches of him throbbing behind, aching to just push you down and stuff you-
But he was feeling nice today.Â
âAh ah- no running.â You damn near scream once heâs saddling the curves of his toned thighs behind your own, snug nâ warm. Itâd almost be gentle if it wasnât for the way that Geto was pinning you down to keep your restless hips in place, âLook at you drool. Youâre already crying fâme from both ends?â
So cute- it was just too cute how youâre slurring from your hole just as much as your ajar maw.Â
And with another repeated swat to your teary slope, Geto tucks his bulbous head in place with your g-spot and watches you whine. Grunting, âHeh- wonder how much of a messy girl sheâll ngh- become when I put- my-â Vulgarly thrusting, so messy. â-entire cock in. Wouldnât that be niiiice, gorgeous?â
Heâs asking you questions that right now you were too fucked stupid to answer. Only able to nod and nod into the goopy puddle of spit you were leaking onto your pillow, âYes- y-yeshh-â
ââYesh?ââÂ
âI-I mean-â
Smoothly drifting a hand between your legs to squeeze your perky clit and make you let off a breathy cry. âShhh- no need to waste your time hah- talking.â Heâs immediately bringing up those very same cum-covered fingers to plop into your mouth, wetly, âMmmm- tastes good, huh? Now youâre both stuffed.â
The flavor of salted caramel bursts onto your tastebuds and makes your folds quiver, stubbornly milking out even more of his creamy syrup. Clenching. Squeezing.Â
âOh fuh-fuck.â
Your eyes snap open, words all groggy and muffled through his roaming fingerpads inside of your mouth. âSugu, did you just-â
Pushing his foot deeper- âNo- shut up.â Geto didnât even know why his suave voice was shaking so much, he doesnât even know why he underestimated just how needy his girl could get. Because when he wanted to fit his entire swollen, pumping cock in- it was a half-joke. Really. âMâokay- t-tooootally okay.â
He didnât think your thoroughly filled, sploshing pussy would still be craving for his touch oh-so-deep inside. And heâs watching - spellbound, breathless - down at the way your pried-apart pussylips drool once youâre grinding down to devour his 4.5-inch width some more.Â
And Geto wasnât a small guy - he was fucking big. Well over nine inches and pulsing from the sides with his prominent veins that scraped your slick insides just right, âDity fuckinâ girl. If this tight hole hngh- wants it then just say it.â
âWanâ itâ please mmm mâso close.â
âMhm- just like that.â Nodding along, and for a second Geto himself doesnât know whether heâs talking to those pretty wailing whimpers of yours or of your pussy. Biting back wads of greedy saliva at the slurps sounding from below, âTell me- tell me. Sânot like th-this tight fucking cunt is affecting me like that. Not like Iâm dying toâŠthrust.â
Mindless, half-measured bucks that wildly probe into your deepest, most tender spots. Heâs even letting his free hand toy with the pearly droplets of syrup seeping out of you just to make space.Â
And Geto just keeps babbling on- âNot like I wanna always ngh- bend you over and ruin this pretty pussy.â He feels you getting wetter and in response pokes his muffling fingers into your hot mouth further- almost dragging you backwards after each recoil. âNot like I wanna fuck this hole until sheâs all bruised fâme- fuck! Sheâs actually taking me.â Eyes wild, hips wilder. âSheâs actually fitting me.â
âP-please! Youâre in shoooo deep, Suguru- Iâm gonna-â At this point you think you could feel him pushing his previous scorching, gluey webs of cum straight up to your throat.Â
And you could feel yourself cum.
White-hot, toes curling, eyes darting all the way to the back of your head until Geto could only hiss at the snug embrace of your pussy keeping him hostage. Fighting against the slight resistance-
âNot deep enough.â
Just in time, he snaps his feet off of your clammy scalp - for just a split-second, letting all the pounding blood rise to your head - before gathering you up in a raw, lecherous headlock. Tightening your throat with his beefy arm, you drool all over his forearm at the feeling of those natural muscles.Â
âNot like I always want you to fit- hah- aaall of it, gorgeous.â With a hot pant all feverish against your ear, and the sound of Getoâs baritone cracking, heâs snapping his hips so hard that he bottoms out.
You cry out at the tingles of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, completely at his mercy. âB-but you already ngh- did.â
âOhâŠâ Taking one look down at the way the globes of your ass were all nestled up to his raven happy trail, Geto gasps. Feverish. âMaybe I do.â
You were full.Â
So full that your soft, battered walls barely even had the space to clamp down once Geto swiftly turns the two of you over onto your backs in one, fluid motion. Easily dragging your boneless limbs into a full nelson-
âI-itâs actually in.â He stutters - stutters. Amethyst eyes widening, mouth sagging into a pretty oh! âAll the way in- she actually fucking fit all of it, gorgeous.â
Thighs still twitching from your high, you slur, âN-ngh dunno if Iâd be able to fit any moreââ
âAwww.â Swiping away that bubble of spittle formulating at the edge of your lips, Geto thrusts his hips up so hard that your vision cracks with stars. Low, smooth in your ear- âBut maybe youâll fit my tentacle curse, gorgeousââ
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 8.30 inches x 3.99 inches
âO-oh!â Youâre squeaking out in a way youâd certainly be embarrassed about if it was any moment but now. Head snapping down to where you were straddling Chosoâs slim hips, âYou just got even bigger, Choââ
Fuck- fuck, why did you have to say it like that?
Because of course, that was going to make Choso Kamoâs ancient cursed powers go out of control all over again. Of course, every ounce of blood in his body was going to rush to his long, blushing cock - now more than rock-hard.
And Choso was already massively big.Â
Well over eight inches and throbbing furiously, his mushroomy tip always blushed the prettiest cherry-red. A few aching curves of his veins pressing down your puffy outer pussy, and his width was just perfect - not too wide, not too thin. Slipping nâ sliding inside, letting the geysering hole on top of his shaft dollop your cunt with creamy pre.Â
But his first time with you raw? Actually feeling the gushing waves of your slick splashinâ down his veiny cock had him rabid. Gasping, âAm I really thatâŠbig, baby?â
âHmmââ Quite frankly you werenât sure, and you were too damn stupid on the stretch of his prolonged cock to even think. Leaning down teasingly, âItâs very big, Choso.â
âB-but not too big, right?â
Cute bubblegum lips wobbling, Choso wraps his toned arms around your hips and gets you to grind out a pummeling bounce. Letting the globular curve of it whack against your dewy wet walls and watching as you drool, âYou can fit it, right? Right?â
Your cunt lets off a resounding squeeelch as you start giving in to his tempo and gyrating your own. And Chosoâs staggering length meant that he was gluing his scorching hot crown to your deepest insides without even trying.Â
Youâre pretending to think, âHmmmm, I dunnoââ
âN-no-â Heâs hiccuping, chestnut lashes starting to gleam with tears. âNononono- you donât hafta do any of the ngh- work, babyâ Iâll make it fit.â
So panicked. So sloppy that each one of his rugged trusts was hitting every nook and cranny of your dripping pussy, once near the splotchy area of your g-spot, another near the roof of your cunt. Mazing down the tip-top of his pink shaft like a spotlight.Â
âWill youâ?â You purr, âPromise?â
âPromise- promise promise.â And his hands rest upon either side of your waist to keep pulling you up nâ down with his inhuman strength. Softly whining when that meant he didnât have a hand left to pull your face into a kiss- you give him one anyway.
The plush, puckered contact of your lips was enough to make him jolt like heâd just been electrified. Choso groans into your mouth and furrows his brows in desperation, âI-is it fitting, baby?â
And one look- one look is enough for him to throw his head back into the silken pillowcase with his dark eyes whirling. Dizzy. Hypnotized. Just covered in cursed energy that makes him pulse bigger-
âIt is-â
âMhmâ it is.â
âLook. Sheâs actually taking in all of meâ!â All of him, Choso doesnât think heâs ever let his fat cock roam this far into your innards before. Chin hitting his pecs in haste to take a further look, âSheâs really sucking me up and ah- Iâm not ngh- ungrateful, baby, butâŠI she neeeeed her to take itâŠall.â
Heâs blushing and red-hot by the time heâs admitting this out loud.
By now thereâs only a few more of his solid inches left, and youâre leaning behind you to grab a fistful of his tight balls- oh-so-sensitive. Rolling the mountains of his palm over where he was most delicate, âAll, huh?â
Who knew that would only make your sweet, ruined boyfriend arch his toned hips and rut- âYes-â The planes of his cheeks fluttering with beaded tears, ââYes, please- donât close out.âÂ
And just having you clench around him was keeping him shackled to your pert, pretty pussy. Urgently slamming his toned v-line up into yours in an attempt to keep bullying himself inside, heâd never felt this before- having you squeeze him snugly like this. The moment you start pushing him with your velvety slick walls made him only hold you close and push and push and pushâ
âD-donât close this pretty pussy-â His free hand tugs on the sappy ends of your outer pussy, tugginâ just so that his veiny cock finds its way inside. Pouting, he lets his reverse cursed energy run wiiild- âLet me putâŠit inâŠâ
With your fingers carnally itching the skin of his ball sack, you humââYou are, babyââ
âHeh- y-you called me baby.â Heâs giggling to himself, the apples of his cheekbones turning bright red. Heâs mesmerized - heâs dazed at the slight figure-eights youâre drawing out with your hips to fit him inside. And the moment the fat of your ass cheeks hits his hip bones with a loud slap! oh- âYouâŠinside.â
Inside.
Inside.
And heâs cumming just as far deep, too.Â
The moment heâs all bottomed out, Chosoâs voice hitches with a cracked whine once heâs spurting out a steady jetstream of syrupy white. Letting the honeyed droplets of it cling onto the sides of your goopy cunt- and heâs so embarrassed.
Fuck, heâs so embarrassed at the fact that heâs cumming so early.
But he canât stop that primal urge within him that keeps bouncing his capped knees, sticking the globes of your ass against his meaty thighs with a layer of sheeny cum. Youâd really, really managed to fit all of him - all his hot, ridged inches that tugged on the sides of your damp walls. Hitting your cervix dead-on.
âYou took all of it-â Heâs breathing out, raspy. Scalding hot seed dripping down your slit and rubbing all over your clit, âAll- all. So this is what it feels like, Iâm really inside, Iâm really ngh- fucking you all the way.â
âY-yes you are.â You have to fight to answer, the thrash of his split-ended shaft scouring across your walls until you were speechless. Mouth watering. Vision flashing. You brush your fingers through the strands of his bangs, âHappy, Cho?â
Purring up at you, âOf course, babyâ B-but now that Iâm inside can we tryâŠâ Half-lidded eyes almost trying to look away, almost shy. But the way he gives you a thrust to slosh around his stringy wads of cum says otherwise, â-a mating press?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches x 6.04 inches (each)
âK-Kunaââ
âB-b-brat.â Itâs just so cute how that snarling grin he gives you is enough to make you bristle, as if you werenât all sprawled out on the Kingâs lap and speared by one of his fat, thirteen-inch cocks. Both of his smug mouths snickering your way, âWhat? Whining nâ crying for two when ya canât even take one. Humans always are so ambitious.â
And you? You were more than ambitious.
Youâre just downright stuffed with the plump, honed crown of one of Sukunaâs lengths that it was stirring up whateverâs left of your brain cells. The weepy orifice of his tip swirlinâ a ribbon of milky pre as you squirm, and for the first time, you wanted more. âI wanna take both but I dunno if itâll fit, Kuna.â
âAwww, my poor baby doesnât know if itâll heh- fit?â Heâs cooing at you mockingly from above, one of Sukunaâs four hands nestling at your hips to give you a lilâ bounce. âThen I guess as king I hafta help with that, hm?â
âYes- yes please-â
âAh ah- but firstâŠa kiss.â
Almost shocked at the plump pucker of his fanged lips, you slouch over where you were straddling his muscular waist. Him, all sprawled out on his gilded throne- and you, struggling to plant a kiss.
âThere-â You murmur against his warm lips, a pout adjusting on your gaping maw as you wait expectantly.Â
But he only grins, knees hiking up to swat your ass with repeated grinds. âAnd here, too. Kiss me proper now.â
There.
He doesnât even have to wait for the lecherous request to register inside your melty mind before his impatient, monstrous second mouth is unhinging ajar and saaaalivating all across your teary slit. The curled tendril of his pink tongue was just tickling where your hole was bulged, âKeh- humans are so easily embarrassed.â Two of his beefy arms glue to your sheeny inner thighs and streeetch you wide open, âOpen up for âKunaâ, brat.â
Twisting your head down to watch- you donât even know what your glassy eyes search for first.
The way that second, matching hard cock of his was bobbing with desperation or the way that his cursed mouth was greedy and salivating with every flick up the front of your hot core. Drooling, spitting, lapping up ounces of sap like it was sugar water-Â
âYa can take that-â Another fat splosh of spittle, disappearing between your pussylips. â-ya can take me then.â
âWant it- want-â Huffing stubbornly, âCan handle both I ngh- promise.â
How cuteâŠ
Sukuna really canât stop the way he departs a darkened bout of laughter, head tilted. âWhy donâtcha suck this one up for me and ngh- prove it then.â And before you know it, heâs clawing his last hand down on your sweaty scalp and pushing down, down, downâ âBottoms up- or, more like bottom out.â
Fuck- you werenât even given the split-second to snap at him for his silly lilâ joke at your expense, because the sheer stretch just had you so damn delirious.Â
And claiming that Sukuna was big was an understatement - well above thirteen inches, each. Both of his long, vertically-stacked cocks were so swollen and ready to be inside of you that they looked like they were about to explode.Â
Right from the slightly red edge of his bulging tips, to the circumference of his bases, all covered with a spattering of pink veins. Massive- and so was his pair of hard, tannish breeder balls, twitching with your every movement.Â
He was only about halfway in and the sleek ribbons of Sukunaâs precum were already hitting your thighs in splashes-
âOi oi- donât tell me yer too cockdrunk now.â His hips shift as he starts up a vulgar pace, hitting the back of your cervix with his pointed crownhead and he still wasnât bottomed out. You wouldnât be surprised if he would be hitting your damn throat soon. Grunting, âTake it. Câmon, little human.â
Sukuna was so wide that just a singular one of his girths had your mouth falling into the same ogling oh! âI-I am.â
âHeeeeh? How cute.â Darkish nails leave tiny bruises along your waist, lightly angling your tempo so that the zig-zagged line of one of his prominent veins hits your most favorite spots. âFaster now.â
Harder. Sloppier.Â
And you almost canât, just so heady and stupid on the thump-thump-thump of his rounded globe squishing up your insides. So he can only lean backwards sexily and buck his waist further-
âFaster, brat, if you want mmm- both my cocks.â
Thighs trembling, lips wobbly, âB-butâŠâ
âAw, guess you forgot-â Mockingly, Sukunaâs stern lips fall into a tiny pout. And in the blink of an eye, where the edge of his tastebuds were slimily running down your folds, heâd suddenly replaced it with the smooth fringe of his second cock. âSeeee?â Rubbinâ it up nâ down in a way that was so sultry, âWanna taste?â
Soon enough, youâre slobbering all down the cushions of his pecs. The utter raw stretch of it too much that his tensed front was covered in a shiny lacquer of your saliva, âI-I wantâŠboth.â
Ah, heâd never fucking admit it, but it was so endearing how hungry you were for his cocks. âCourse ya do- you can take it.â The only thing driveling and greedier than you was that pretty pussy, âFaster.â
Just a few inches- just a few more inches more that Sukuna was helping you devour.Â
Well- teasing, âHarder, unless you donât wanâ me ngh- hitting- here-â The sharp points of his fingernails tickle your tummy, right where the bumpy cylinder of his bulge was whacking. Right above your cervix. Your womb. âTwice.â
âOhhh- mmm- ngh, there, Kuna.â
âGod, she loves it like this, huh?â And it seems like both him and his other mouth cackle. Twin cock diamond-hard now, and just starting to snugly fit and inch in with a sluuuurp. âCan feel- hah- feel your womb, sheâs begging for my seed, brat. Twice.â
Youâre sobbing at this point, and his shiny tastebuds were lapping your tears up like candy. âTwice- p-please twice.â
Twice.Â
Twice twice twice- and it was driving Sukuna fucking wiiiild. The clench of your squirming thighs pushing his rummaging shafts together was insane, and thatâs exactly what he blames for the way he grumbles out drunkenly- âWanna give me an heir that badly- do you?â
âI-I do.â
Talking out of your cunt, for sure. Talking out of your oversatured mind, obviously.Â
But fuck- Ryomen Sukuna canât stop himself from blurting out a low- âI love you.â And then a hissed pant of your name as he jumbles up your memory of that little confession with the entrance of his second cock, as well.Â
Dually splitting you open, you were so impaled on his throbbing girths that you almost miss the way he grins- âAnd nowâŠâ Slapping your slippery slit with the silken underside of his tongue, âSâmy turn to have some fun.â
The way he whimpers.
⥠INO TAKUMA - 7.69 inches x 4.50 inches
âBig stretch- can you say that fâme, pretty? Biiig stretch?â
It was just so cute how your boyfriendâs cheeks were all innocent pink while he whispered the dirtiest questions in your ear. Rosy lips wobbling at just the sound of your pretty voice, âMmmâ itâs a very biiig stretch, Taku.â
âWellâŠn-not that big.â He canât help but stutter out shyly, fighting the urge to dig his fingers into the strands of his chestnut bangs and pull down his ski mask still on. Hastily rutting, âYou can still ngh- fit all of it, right, sweetness? Please?â
And shit- Ino might be the sweetest, but his cock was built so fucking mean.
He was a long seven inches and more, with two throbbing veins that ran down the side of his shaft and carved right along the tender spots of your walls. All flushed the same cherry-pink that his clammy, blushing cheeks were. And so fucking fat that your puffy core was having trouble keeping up with the rub-a-dub of his girth.Â
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth while heâs planting half-ruts and grinds just to fit himself inside-
âSweetness?â
âO-ohhh ngh-â Youâre snapped back into your lewd reality the moment Inoâs impatiently dragging down your body with a hand at your throat. Dangerous. With the pierced edge of his mushroomy tip - that cold, sinful Prince Albertâs piercing - whacking your g-spot with a wet plop! âSo good- so big, fuck!â
And maybe it was a blessing in disguise that the useless lilâ rubber of your condom had snagged the moment his pierced cockhead caught on it.Â
Because right now your gushing wet cunt was clenching around him to hold him hostage, and it was rendering Ino so damn pussydrunk that he was drooling. âM-maybe itâll be easier in missionary, pretty-â
Times like this, youâre reminded just how much training your boyfriend has undergone. Because- before you know it- before you can even blink, Ino has his hands flying to bend your trembling thighs âround his slender waist.Â
Pliably pushed up until the caps of your knees hit your tits, until your scalpâs throwing back with a keenââMmm- feel so good- keep going, Takuââ
âKeep going.â Heâs whispering to himself, eyes wide and barely blinking like heâs not even sure whether or not this was one of his wettest dreams. Here he had you all sprawled out and raw, letting off the cutest syrupy squelch! the moment he positions his bulging cockhead deeper and gives a little rut. âKeep- keep going.â
Whimpering, soon enough he canât even handle the way that every driving force of his hips leaves your poor body recoiling.Â
Canât handle the graze of your warm, wet walls making him feel like he was pulling out - the last thing he ever fucking wanted to do - and so he has to tighten his restraint on your neck and draaaag you back down after every jackammer just to keep himself sane.Â
âSee? See?â His rugged whisper scorches your ear, Inoâs eyes half-lidded and wild. He squeezes your throat and snaps his hips down until the pale skin of his pelvis turns red, âSânot that big- nghhh, I can fit. C-can tooootally fit.â
Smugly batting your lashes- you were ruining him. âYeah? Almost there?â
âJust like three or four more inches-â He groans, taking a sneaking glimpse at the rubbery resistance downwards. And his balls were delicate and flinching sensitively at every contact with your skin, âJust gotta get through this- ngh- tight fucking hole. That way Iâll fit.â
âAnd if you don-â
Cutting you off in panic, âDonât even say s-such a haaah- thing.â Heâs brushing his knobbly thumb along the base of your treacly pussy and watching in amazement as you open up even deeper for him with a sluuuurp. The excited throb of his shaft digging just against your most tender geysering orifices-
Inoâs making such a mess, such slippery wads of slick streaming between your folds and glistening in a ring across his base. He almost wants to pull down his dark black ski mask just so he wonât cum from the sight.Â
Harder, sloppier.Â
Not only was his cock pretty, it was so thick and probinâ along your every wet-sheened ridge and crevice. Making you scream just as much as your pussy was giving off slurping squelches!
Youâre clawing down the veined expanse of his forearms, âS-so rough, Taku-â
âOh- sorr-â
âI love it.â
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
That was more than enough for him, and before you know it - before even he knows it - heâs bucking with a mindless half-thrust that lets him bottom out. Rapid. Hard. Feral. That lets him cum.Â
Letting him crater the door to your womb with his orbed piercing, with a wide circular circumference that bruises you in while he stuffs you with white syrup.
The creamiest webs of seed overspill, and Ino canât do anything but gape as his free hand moves before his mind to rover his fingers across your glossy entrance and push those hot springs in-
âFuck- fuck. And I love you-â Setting your rapidly pulsing neck free to haul his eyesight partially closed by his mask. âThis is what it feels like- this? H-how can it feel soâŠâ
And you donât even know how you manage to speak beyond the sparking fuzziness filling up your brain at the splosh of cum coating your innards like a glaze. Dripping just down the sides of your gluey-stuck thighs, âAwww- shy, Taku?â
He doesnât answer- but his hips do all the talking.
Fucking the knots of cum in with rough, rugged drives that drench his tawny happy trial, Ino whimpers once youâre tugging his mask up and forcing him to look at you in all your fucked-out glory. Shit- so perfect nâ pretty that some primal part of him just has to mess it up by pulling out just the slightest few solid inches.Â
Creaming out opaque white layers upon layers of sap, Ino lets his pinkish shaft slap-slap-slap down on the puddle and hums. Eyes drunk, skin flushed, big fucking cock oh-so-painfully hard. And if he dares to let his plummy mushroom tip pull out and write out a cursive white T-A-K-U, wellââS-soâŠam I getting pregnant or are you, sweetness?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 11.02 inches x 4.28 inches
âYouâve got it, youâve ngh- got it-â
âFuh-fuuuck, Satoru. But itâs so big-â
âYouâve got it.â
Itâs been the exact same thing being repeated in panting moans over and over into the side of your ear. And Gojo canât fucking stop that strained, broken mantra from leaving his lips every time heâs pushing you deeper into this mating press, and his cock deeper into you.
Fuck- you shouldâve expected that the strongest would have a fat fucking length to match.Â
The only thing ruder than the way he was constantly pounding you into the soft, silken sheets was his size. Over eleven inches, according to him, the edge of his rose-red cocktip brushes all the way near your spongy cervix without even trying.
And he was oh-so-pretty, like every delicate vein running down the middle of his pinkish shaft was hand-carved to hit your every sweet spot.Â
Ridged, lightning bolted texture of his shaft making you see stars- youâre feeling Gojoâs swollen breeder balls brush against your thigh every time he knocks his ringed slit at the gooey roof of your pussy and just simply rubs it there, sensually.Â
âGetting sooo fucking wet-â Heâs hissing into your open mouth, the tips of his gleaming white canines snagging against your lower lip as he smiles. âH-heh- you got it. You got it. Aaaalmost there, almost-â
âBut thereâs so much more, ngh- why are you this big?â Youâre whimpering, the flats of your feet pushing against Gojoâs shoulders. And fuuuck- does he love the chase. Does he love that feeling of watching your boneless limbs flail when heâs folding you back in half with almost inhuman strength.
The doughy edges of his fingers itching for his black blindfold beside your night stand- âHey now, sweetheart.âÂ
And it takes two of your heady breaths - less than two seconds - for Gojo to curl the silky fabric of his blindfold around your ankles. To tie them together and firmly set them on his muscular back, âYou wanted to see how the strongest hah- fucks. Youâre gonna get it. AndâŠheh-â Your dear boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle downwards at the way his reddened cock was being devoured by your puffy core. â-wouldnât you wanna take allll of the strongest, sweetheart? Pretty girl? My wife?â
âI get it I- fuck!â Breath catching when heâs hiking his pale thigh up to shovel yet another solid inch inside, pryinâ your bubblegum walls to the side with his bulbous tip. âJ-just shut up.â
Who knew that would make him give you the first shred of mercy heâs shown in what felt like hours now.Â
Making him falter for a split-second, making him gasp. Making him blush- whispering out something airy, âTh-that almost made me cum.â
And shit- Gojo Satoru could not let himself cum before you did, no matter how much it felt like heaven was between your legs nâ you were just melting all around his size. Before he even knows what heâs doing, heâs letting his gaze coat with a few flickers of cursed energy.Â
Six Eyes on full throttle once he splays his massive palm on top of your cute tummy, âIâm still riiiiight-â The edge of his finger sizzles with power as he draws an invisible line, precisely where his blushing red crown was cratering a massive bruise inside of your tight cunt. Grinning, he taps- â-here. Got my fat fuckinâ cock right here.â
Mewling, your knees weaken once heâs reeling his slender hips back just enough to whack three repeated hits on that impromptu target heâd made. Fully well knowing it was inches from your g-spot.
âFuck- just a bit higher, Toruââ
âOh, sweetheartââ His half-lidded irises are so dilated that they almost look like hearts, lips twitched into a wobbly smile while he fucks you like heâs furious. âYouâve got six more inches to go- ngh! five.â
And shit- you canât help the way you overtly ogle the flex of his toned biceps as he sexily reaches behind him. One set of fingers clenching âround that vice-like blindfold at your ankles to pull-pull-puuuull you down, the other buzzing with jujutsu and creepinâ to your clit to pinch.
He wouldnât fit otherwise, bullying his way inside.Â
âH-hehâŠfour now.â
Manhandling you, he was so strong that heâs making you feel like some sort of doll. Sending your ass cheeks ricocheting with every sopping wet spank of his pelvis, âShit- youâre going in so deep-â
âMhm- right down to your cute ngh- womb.â He could follow every slimy, mazing trail of his bulging shaft with his very own eyes. Snickering as he makes sure to graze the curling tendril of his veins right along your g-spot, âYou like that- huh? Feels good?â
âYes- mmm feels so good.â
Smooth voice purring in your ear, just the sound of it makes your skin bubble with goosebumps. âImagine how good itâll feel when Iâm all inside. Just threeee more inches to go- two.âÂ
Close.Â
Eleven inches was a lot to handle, and your poor dripping cunt felt like you were being stretched out to the max. You didnât know whether it was his out-of-control reverse cursed technique or pure carnal desire that made you have the strength to start rutting down for more more more-
âOhhhâ whatâs this?â Gojo raises his snowy brows and matches your sloppy tempo, scratchinâ his fuzzy white hair near the top of your clit every time he flicks it. âMy girl wants more? Wants all eleven inches- sâa thick fucking cock, sweetheartââ
That was an understatement.Â
With over four inches of meaty plumpness, he was so wiiide with his girth that youâre sure youâre molding to his exact size. The entrance to your pussy quivering after every thrust, fast. Rapid. Mindless thrusts.Â
Youâre gurgling out your answers, unable to even speak at that point. âI know I know-â Mouth still falling into a spit-slicked smile as he shows no signs of slowing down. Blinking tearily, âStill wanâ it all.â
And then it happens - all at once.Â
The lights in your bedroom shatter- and then, so do you. Because with a longing, lingering glide of Gojoâs barreling length vertically across your g-spot and down to your cervix, youâre cumming.Â
Mouth ajar, eyes scrunched close. Your own wave of bliss catches you so off-guard that you can do nothing but hold onto his Adonis-like shoulders for dear life and shrillââCumâing. Fuck fuck fuck- cumming, Satoru-â
âI know-â And he sounds just as gone as you at this moment. âI saw it.â With his Six Eyes, even before you reached your high.
Not even realizing that the electricity had been destroyed in your bedroom - in the entirety of Tokyo, actually - not even realizing you two were plunged into complete darkness except for the bolts of blue lightning skittering down his skin. Setting his eyes aglow, air tightened.Â
Gojo groansââAnd you f-fit all of me-â It took even him a few sultry seconds to register that heâd finally bottomed out.Â
Slapping and slapping the tender skin of his v-line right into the drenched space of your open thighs until heâs rubbed raw. Gojo was all inside and yet still trying to push himself even deeper, chasing the warmth of your dewy cunt- he bites back a whimper. âAll of me- and it feels soâŠoh, I could just- fuck!â
One teensy clench of your sweet, saccharine walls.Â
All it takes before the strongest throws his head back and cums- timing each swat! of his thwacking balls right on staccato with your own peaks. It made him tilt his head down and giggle at the way your mouth only sagged open wider once you felt the sheer volume he was emptying out.Â
âYouâve got it-â He gasps into your popped eardrums, touch electric. The soft thumb rolling over your clit swiftly decides to crawl down nâ start plugging your drooling orifice with his wads of white. âYouâve hah- got it. Youâve got it- youâve got it. Isnât this the ngh- biiiigest fucking cock youâve ever seenâ?â
âF-fuck, Toru- yes! But what are youâŠâ Briefly, the hand looped around your ankles claws at your clammy crown and moves your head to stupidly nod.Â
All the while, Gojoâs simply stirrinâ his shaft in circular motions inside of your velvety walls to touch every nook and cranny with his creamy cum. Teasingly announcing, âOh yes it is- yes it isââ
Looking almost satisfied with the way youâre all fucked out and still shaking prettily from the ordeal- that is, at least, before a sudden idea glints behind his half-lidded sapphire eyes.Â
âI wonder if itâll be- heh- even bigger if I use limitless, sweetheartâ
ââŠâ
A/N. I thought I was soooo funny for that title.
Plagiarism not authorized.
caleb is not a cuck! â
he swears it. actually, the last thing he ever wants to see is you getting fucked by another man. he'd rather gouge out his own eyes and feed them to the birds.
so that's why you and zayne let him participate just enough to make him think he's not being cucked.
or at least so that he can't complain about it, not with his mouth full of Zayne's fingers. laying on his back beside you, trying desperately to lift his head and watch zayne sink into you over and over, but the doctors fingers are pressed down against calebs tongue and forcing his head back against the mattress.
but caleb is laid so close next to you that every time zayne thrusts his hips forwards, youâre jostled into the poor cuck man. you knock his hand, which is fisting his cock in such desperate strokes that youâd think caleb was the one getting fucked within an inch of his sanity, not you.
and youâre a goddamn mess. legs wrapped around zaynes hips, eyes glossed over as your head lolls to the side so you can watch caleb drool allll over zaynes fingers. speaking technically, heâs inside both of you at the same time.
but zayneâs being mean, as he usually is when caleb shares the bed. he likes his spaceâheâs territorial, if you will. so, with his cock plunging so deep inside of you that you swear heâs hitting your cervix, zayne bites out a moan.
âwho makes you cum like this?â his free handâthe one not smearing calebâs own spit over his parted lipsâreaches down to rub circles on your clit.
âyou do. zayne, god.â
âand what would caleb be for thinking otherwise?â
you buck your hips up in response. âwrong.â
and thereâs a loud, grunted moan that sounds through the room. not from your or zayne, but from caleb. he looks blissed out, mouth closed around two of zaynes fingers as he thrusts up into his fist and imagines filling you up as he cums ropes all over his hand and stomach. heâll deny later that the timing wasnt a coincidenceâof course he didnât get off on zaynes words like that. but right now heâs too drunk on everything to deny it when zayne pulls his fingers from his lips and asks:
âare you sure youâre not a cuck?â
youâre sure that one day, zayne will regret his teasing. heâll find himself locked against a chair with front row seats to his pretty little thing getting fucked deep by caleb. heâll hate it, and get hard anyways, and ask for more within a week.
but for now, zayne swipes a finger through the sticky white release pooling on calebâs stomach and (whilst internally denying that heâs doing it for his own visual stimulation) pushes his fingers back into calebâs mouth.
a cuck has to clean up his own mess, after all.
Lingering (Robert McGinnis Paint Over)

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FEVERRR?!
Synopsis. Oh no! Getting hit with a séx technique gave him a fever - babyféver.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sĂ©x cursed technique (heâs affected), PĂSSYDRĂNK MEN, brĂ©eding, cĂșmplay, matĂng presses, clan leader!Gojo, ĂnnaproprĂate use of jujutsu, manhandIing, marathons, maIe squĂrting, overstĂm, dĂșmbifĂcation, best friend!Choso, proposals, marking, phĂ©romones, HĂATS, true form Sukuna, Sukunaâs second mouth, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. Skibidi alpha Tony is baaaack (and ovuIating.)
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - No running!
That pesky, low-grade curse he happened to encounter on a gig today? Tch, Toji Fushiguro didnât even break a sweat before finishing it off. Didnât even flinch at its weak cursed technique, didnât- didnât evenâŠ
-didnât even make it to your bedroom.
âYouâre lucky.â A pained wheeze spits from Tojiâs clenched canines as soon as his hips bully your own into the soft carpet of your doorway. And his clammy core sticks feverishly against your back - burning hot, desperate. Heâs inhaling your honeyed fragrance and stuttering- âY-youâre lucky youâre lucky youâre lucky I didnât- oh.â
Your husband jolts once heâs catching the hazy sight of you mindlessly crawling away, a rugged snicker leaving him as he claws a massive palm on top of your scalp to draaaag you right back down.
Slurp! goes the way his round, cherry-red circumference circles your sloppy entrance, and youâre whining over your shoulder. âT-Tooojiâ! Whatâs gotten into you t-today?â
âY-youâre about to find out, ma.â
âWhat do youâŠâÂ
That question on the tip of your dampened tongue didnât even have a chance to formulate, before youâre gathering up every ounce of strength in your body to meet Tojiâs jaded stare and- oh.
Oh, it hits you.
You were fucked.Â
Oh-so-very vulgarly fucked, heâs ramming his painfully aching length just mere sultry inches past your saturated folds and itâs enough to leave you dizzy. The swollen spheroid of his crownhead scraping your walls rawly open, Tojiâs shivering above you.
Sharp jaw bitten at the tight resistance of your elastic hole. Sounding fucked out of his mindâ âFeel that?â Youâre gasping when one of his palms travel halfway down your tummy, searching for that familiar nudge of his stout cockhead. âYeah- feel me all inside? Youâre luck- ngh- youâre lucky. Sooooo fucking lucky-âÂ
WasâŠyou could feel your slobbering pussylips grow ever-wetter, glossing out a slick coating that glues to his sagging hilt in a ring. Was the Toji Fushiguro pussydrunk right now? Already?Â
With the calloused ends of his fat digits clasping âround your throat, heâs reeling you to him like some cute toy. Drinking in your every piping shrill, kissing, gnawing- âL-lucky I didnât catch ya right then and there, doll.â
And maybe Toji was just so big that it rendered you stupid.
Because with your spine bowed up against the ridges of his abs, youâre huffing nâ puffing with every glissade of his beefed-up muscles. âWh-whyâ?â
âWhy? Why?â His baritone comes out broken, octaves higher. He slouches over to breathe in a heavy gulp of your sweetened scent and almost sobs in disbelief, ââWhyâ m-my wife asks- why-â And before you know it, Tojiâs holding tightly onto your cute throat nâ siiiinking his fat shaft deeper inside. Shoving and shoving his toned v-line into you with every snug resistance from your cunt, âOhhh fuck- fuck! I canât even- you donât even know- because mâgonna break ya, doll.â
âGonna break- ngh- gonnaâ fuuuck, why are you so big?â Youâre so fucking full that you can feel his steaming dollops of pre fill you up to your lungs, damn near splitting you in half.Â
Grinning savagely, âNâ yet sheâs still begging for more. She wants me- needs me-â With a coo, Toji hikes up one of his meaty thighs to plant down on your sweaty skull and make you arch. â-and I thought Iâd die without this p-pretty pussy.â
âHck! Inside- w-want every inch, Tojiââ The wooden floorboards underneath creakily sing with every rummaging drill.Â
He was fucking you like a madman. âThat damn curse- fuck, wanted to fuck you right there. Right in public- right in front of e-everyone.â Truly, he was burning every nanosecond he wasnât jackhammering you silly.Â
That cursed technique working overtime to make him tense his front and slap sloppily into the mounds of your ass. Over and over in jagged, animalistic ruts just trying to fit himself in.Â
More more more more - and yet, it still wasnât enough.
âTake it all- gonna break-â The rotund curve of his left thumb roams down, curling past your soppy crevice to smear open your droopy folds. Wiiidely agape to push his squelching cock further, the snagging stretch felt feral. â-gonna break me.â
A fat line of saliva escapes from one end of Tojiâs unfastened maw once you clench, dripping down to target your leaking hole with a loud splat! splat! splat! The impact so sudden and scalding hot that it has you flinching-
âO-oiââ And has Toji immediately digging the fringes of his fingerpads deeper upon either side of your throat and tugging- you werenât even creeping away this time, and yet he was letting off a pained grunt as if you were.Â
Couldnât even bear the mere thought-
âNo no no no no, donât run-â Heâs gritting his teeth, precisely skidding his vein-decorated length until Tojiâs pointed mushroom smooches your most sensitive spot. A direct strike, âDonât run from me, mama. You have nowhere to run tonight.âÂ
Finally, finally bottoming out.Â
BANG!
Tojiâs palm comes slamming down on the space of floor right beside your head, hard enough that the entire floor shudders. Just as much as he was.Â
âFuck- fuck.â He sounded so fucked-out that it made your own ears ring. Long, raven lashes shuttering, cheekbones flushing, scarred mouth falling into an oh! at the feeling of your hot cunt.
âO-oh my godâŠfuuuck Tojiâ!â Youâre sobbing at the taut stretch of your poor walls, bruising with the slip nâ slide of his rock-hard length. Tojiâs cock was probinâ in so deep that youâre counting every lecherous ba-dump! of his racing pulse down under.Â
A few black tendrils of his happy trail rub on your ass cheeks as heâs tugging you closer, furiously blinking his hooded eyelids to clear his vision.Â
âMâgonnaâŠâ And just as soon as the words are forming on his tongue- theyâre falling flat.Â
Because Tojiâs only just raising his white-knuckled hand from the sizzling carpet to find that heâd left a smashed crater in the shape of his hand.Â
Strength so overwhelming, powers so out of control - he didnât know whether it was the technique or you that had him soâŠruined.Â
âH-heh.â He barks out a hoarse breath of shocked laughter, that very same heated palm drifting down to cup your bulging pussy. Stretched and stretched and stretched around his barreling sizeâ
You can only squirm at the way his touch is so unintentionally hot, almost simmering out the branding of his handprint. Dangerous.Â
One hand massaging your tearful cunt, the other letting go of your craned neck to pat that outline he was fucking into your tummy with every- single- slam. The shape of his glazed tip creaminâ into your insides, Toji coos. âMâgonna haaaa fill this cute bulge up with Megsâ new younger sister, ma.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Big big BIG
âYou- you know I respect you- right, my love?â Nanamiâs seething out with a sharp bite of his handsome jaw, nostrils flaring at that saccharine scent you were giving off. âRight?â
Slowly, you nodâ vision blurred with the glassy film of your own stimulated tears.Â
What? What happened to make your dear, gentle Nanami Kento soâŠferal.Â
Only for your husband to spank down a hold on the curve of waist and draaaag you bodily down the silken sheets- âBecause- because mâgonna fuck you right now. Hard. Fast. Disrespectful.âÂ
Oh.Â
Nanami wasnât just big - he was teeth-clenchingly, mind-numbingly big. So wide nâ swollen that just a brush of his pretty pink tip against your mushy walls left you ruined from the inside out, whining.Â
And right now he was bigger.Â
âKenââ Your brows furrow adorably tight, and youâre swearing that that made your husband grow even fatter. Prolonging a few sultry inches that made your toes curl all the way, â-Ken y-youâre soâŠâ
âSâbiiig, huh?â Heâs softly swabbing away that thin trickle of drool decorating the side of your lips. Free hand loosening that satin yellow tie of his that he didnât even bother taking off - couldnât. âKeep those- hah! legs open, sâalright-â
And every breathy word comes out in a murked pant - heaving, desperate. Gasp after hot gasp departing from his stern mouth every time Nanamiâs squelching his girth inside, he spits wetly down your slit.Â
âSee?â Thumbing inside that translucent splatters, âYou- you can take this, then you can take this, my wife. You can- haaaah you hafta. Let me- let me.â
âOh, p-pleeease!â Youâre squealing as he laces an overlarge palm on top of your sweat-matted crown and pushes you onto his throbbing, aching length. Ogling away at the beefy flex of his biceps as he does-
The intensity of your gaze makes him jolt. Body shocked, heat burning- his carnal fingertips itching to squeeze your puckered pussylips together, âCâmon-â Tighter, cock pulsing fatter. âCâmon.â Tighter.Â
Just to watch the way your moans pitch higher, face polished with a wave of fucked-out drool - your husband was so mean.
âHafta fill you up.â His scorching pants make your forehead humid with perspiration. Words sharp, narrowed down where his mushroom tip was slimily mazing inside of you, âHafta make her f-full, hafta ngh- breed this cute lilâ cunt right here.â
Heâs never been thisâŠdepraved.Â
Never been this vulgar, never this impatient as he keeps clinging onto the nub of your clit with his ring finger, making you yelp at the chilling touch. And you had half the mind to wonder what the hell happened on his mission today.
âWhat happened? What- ngh! Iâll tell you wh-what happened, my love.â
Shit- were you talking out loud?
His bludgeoning thrusts were so rawly good that it had you stupid, your pupils circling your eyes in a way that was almost silly. âWh-whatâŠâ
âSâa curse- a technique- a- fuck! I donât even know.â Something stupid when he was rushing to get home to you. And something even more deprived cracks at the back of Nanamiâs dry throat, syllables slurring together in a way youâve never heard your eloquent husband do before.Â
âJust wanna fuh-fuck you, darlinâ.â Soft, plump lips graze yours tenderly, and heâs drinking in your sweetened scent. The taste of it enough that he ruts - without even knowing. âWant- no, need it. Sâlike this pretty pussyâs hck! holding me hostage. Gonna die without her.â
He needed you. He needed you.Â
The very moment that Nanami finds himself sheathed all the way to those curls of tawny gold lining down his washboard abs - filling you up so much you could barely motion your lungs to breathe - heâs gone. Gone.Â
And he was fucking you straight into the mattress, until you felt like you were on the very verge of being swallowed up by the creaking bedsprings. Until you felt like you were going insane-
Bottomed out yet pushing and pushing and pushing.
Your trembling fingers latch âround Nanamiâs dangling tie for dear life, and it only makes the sculptured man above you grin. âYeah- yeah thatâs itââ One of his roughened free hands clasp over your own and let you puuuull and tug to your lecherous heartâs content, â-roughen me up.â
He wanted to be strung around, he wanted you to scrape your nails all over his muscles every time his deeply scouring cock was hitting your innards.Â
âOh- my god, Kentoâ!â Comes out your answering whine as he slouches his sturdy weight on top of you until youâre press-press-pressed down with his core. Heels of your feet snagging on the bindings of his thigh suspenders, âPlease- please please mâso close.â
Harder. Faster.Â
Gazing down at where you were slobbering in great heaving dollops with such greed, Nanami was so needy that you see him drool in thin slivers.Â
He didnât even realize.Â
âS-such pretty birthing hips. Weâre gonna have s-such gorgeous kids.â He almost whimpers - whimpers out - blond strands sticking in an uncharacteristically unruly manner to his forehead. Nanami plants yet another sweet mass of spit on your sensitive cunt until it had you squirming, âThat- yeah like that- c-can you spell my name, darling?â
And he wasnât just asking - he was manhandling you into it with a few thorough pushes of his toned thighs. Shaking. Unsteady.Â
Nanamiâs breath catches in his breath once your gyratinâ hips manage to move in something that resembled a slurping K-E-N-T-O - giving extra care to let his vein patterns massage your sweet spots on that last âOâ.
âO-oh, Kenââ Your hips keep repeatedly bucking and he finds it so hypnotizing, â-mâclose- mâgonna- fuck fuck fuck mâgonnaâŠâ
K-E-N-T-O
One set of thick fingers rolling on your clit, the other pushing those fogged-up glasses further up his blushing face.Â
âFuck-â Curved mound of his breeder balls kissing your cunt over and over, stinging. Something in him twitches as he feels your fleshy walls squeeze nâ clench nâ cum. âFuuuck k-keep doing that and mâgonnaâŠmake a mess. Mâgonna-â
The wave of your high only punctures with one of your shrilling moans as Nanamiâs tunneling shaft gives an animalistic twitch. Youâre hauling him by the tie to crash your lips into his, open-mouthed and raw. âP-please KenâŠinsideâŠ?â
Barely even coherent over your euphoria and it still manages to shock him to his very core like a zillion volts.Â
And maybe heâs cumming - maybe heâs cumming twice- but fuck. He doesnât even know right now, doesnât even feel anything other than the clingy splatter of something wet and oozing out of his geysering tip - and the cold, cold taste of your wedding ring.Â
Being brought up to his snarling mouth so that he can bite downâ â-mâgonna p-put another one of hck! these on you, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - âS-sweetâŠâ
That soft gasping whine tumbles out of Getoâs pretty lips like he didnât even mean it to - like he didnât even fucking realize until it was too late.Â
And your tearful eyes are cracking wider just a smidge, a sweltering hot gasp sprinting from your mouth and straight towards his tender shaft. Where your leader was ravenously fisting his reddened length in front of your face - rapid, sloppy tugs while he straddled your head.
Practically goading that pearl-sheened droplet of precum to splatter down onto your face, âSweet.â His nostrils flare as heâs gulping in your scent even further, and now that heâd started he couldnât stop.
That all-new cursed technique the sorcerers used on him was driving him mad, dolloping out a stringy wad of sap that leaks from the strawberry-pink orifice homed at his very tip. Down, down, down to glue your puckered lips together, âYouâre so sweet.â Spank goes the ringing impact of his vein-covered length slapping your cheek, until you feel every winding pattern. Gasping, âWhy? Why the fuck are you so sweet?â
Agonizing, he was genuinely asking.
Spank spank spank-Â
Getoâs slender fingers fly up nâ down from the raven curls at his pelvis to thumb his curvaceous cockhead, âGonna- gonna be the death of me.â His thick, milky thighs shiver where he hovers over your face, dark brows furrowed. â-gonna ruin me. Gonna fuck- fuuuckââ
Your tongue flops out readily as a few speckles of pale white ooze out onto your face, spittle overflowing at the way it was so hot you could almost see steam.
And it wasnât enough that youâre making him cum like this - your glittery pussy just looks so delectable that Geto Suguru feels like he could die if he doesnât shuffle himself down your body and plug you full right this very second.
So thatâs exactly what he does.Â
Fast enough that your stupidly muddled brain wonders whether your boyfriend had teleported, because in a split-second heâs thwacking his ruby-red tip between the leaky crevice of your pussy and cumming.
In ropey, white mases that cobweb your entrance- Getoâs spit-stringed maw falls open at the way your glistening hole quivers greedily. âGod, you love it like this, huh?â He seethes, canines drawn in a snarl. âYou love it. Sucking me up like that- ya have noooo idea what you do tâme, huh?â
âJ-jusâ want you so bad, Suguruââ Youâre whining out, the caps of your knees hitting your tits once youâre being folded like a lawnchair underneath him.Â
âFucking slut.â Trying for his usual predatory leer but he sounds feral, gone. Sounding off the most primal slurp as he coats his achinâ tip with the lustre of slick dripping down your boneless thighs, Geto leans over until you could practically taste his expensive cologne. âSâworse than that t-technique. YouâŠyou like it like this, huh?â
And the âyes yes yesâ is just starting to formulate on your tongue before heâs smushing your cheeks together with his left hand - and barreling his fat, rock-hard cock into your sobbing cunt with the right.
Inch after inch.
So big that just the first creeped-in plop! of his ridged tip scours your gooey wet spots and leaves you keening. His rotund tip stout and wiiide enough that your mouth falls into the same agape oh!
It wasnât enough - just getting himself off would never be enough. He needed you you youâ
âSâthat it? Sâthat what you want?â Getoâs grouching sounds just as merciless as his pace was starting up, flexible hips swirlinâ aaaaching drags of his heavy cock against every nook and cranny of your pussy. âTa ruin me? Huhâ?â And his eyes blow wide, shuddering thighs coming to press up against yours, he grins. âWell- youâve got me ruined. Fuuuuck youâve got me ruined.â
âN-nghhhâ Sugu- s-so deep.â You cry out once his cherry-red tip swabs your cervix in a prolonged line, your sanity fraying at the edges with each rummaging push.Â
âShit- you like being fuh-fucked like this.â Pounding every wiry sput of ivory into you so hard that you can feel it swirl inside of you and make such a mess. It wasnât lost on his cottony brain how that only made you even wetter, prattling. âLike this- all- all sloppy.â
âYes- yes yes yes, want it- want it all.â
And your ruthless leader doesnât know whether itâs that damn technique or simply you that makes his heart race so rapidly.Â
Giving your cushy walls yet another slam, âOh yeah? Ya like it when I make this ngh- cute cunt all sloppy? Then you better not w-waste a single drop.â
Youâre mewling at the probing feeling of his slender fingertips pushing apart your claggy folds to treat your pulsating clit like a button. Tugging and toying. âD-did you just stutter?â
âShut up.â And for all your mouthiness, it earns you the biggest slap of Getoâs split-ended head bruising your g-spot. So hard that he was almost a magenta purple at the drooling tippy-top, âShut up shut up shut up-âÂ
His soothing bass cracks, his hips shudder. Your calves almost ache where heâs manhandling you easily into a mating press, âNâ take it- t-take it- Hck! gonna be all full with meâŠfull with my kids.â
Plural - and that is almost enough to make you babble out nonsense all over again.
âFuh-fuuuuckâ Suguââ
Getoâs hazed amethyst eyes falter shut as he buries his face to your throat and draaaags in a deep inhale of your honey-dipped pheromones. So sweet. âH-heh- maybe thatâll stop all that backtalk- huh, gorgeous?âÂ
The curvy lines of his veins slip across your walls as he drills into you oh-so-relentlessly, and the only response you can give are a few gurgling gasps of his name.Â
He was insatiable - nothing like himself.
âYeah? Oh yeah?â Something in his voice hatches primally, and Geto leans over almost mockingly. Harder. Plump, pink lips curling with every squelch! your stretched-out walls sing, âTell her ta s-stop drooling nâ talk to me straight-â
âB-but I am-â
âI meant her.â Cutting you off, you can feel your ears pop with the sheer pressure of him ravaging your tender insides. The mound of his crownhead pushes into your cervix and you whineâ âShh- sheâs talking-âÂ
Fuck, he wasnât even talking to you. So fucked-out that you wondered whether he even realized.Â
âSheâs talking- telling me that she wants it- ohhh she wants me ta fill you up e-even more-â He has the audacity to giggle - giggle - out something octaves higher and maddened, â-ta breed you, my p-pretty cumdump. To make you all full and round and- and full. Full of my daughter, gorgeous.â
Only dabbing the hand at your clit upwards to sliiide along your ajar maw, gathering a few gumdrops of creamy cum that had decided to slip free earlierâ he glosses over your lips and makes you let off the loudest wet noise yet.Â
Your lashes grow heavy with tears of sensitivity as that very same sensory pad sneaks down to your swollen folds, gliiiding it all over in a lustrous coating. Thick and hot.Â
âH-heh.âÂ
His parched Adamâs apple bobs at the treacly wet glazes decorating both pairs of your lips, looking so unfairly pretty. All dark strands of black sticking to his clammy forehead, dimples displayed, blush devastating. âAlmost looks better on her.â Half-opened eyes narrowed down at your soppy pussy, now all glittery and moistened. Geto growls, âGonna hafta give her a second helping ta make sure, gorgeous.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Got milk?!
âB-baby-â Chosoâs puffy, ruby-red lips flap wildly as your hips swerve gently arooound his aching hot cock. That swollen mushroom tip of his stirring your goopy insides in a snug heart until you didnât know whether you were more fucked or he was. âBaby- hck! baby.â
âYeeees, Cho?â Youâre cooing downwards, planting a sweet, sweet kiss that leaves your poor best friend blushing.Â
He was just plain cute even after a mishap with his own cursed technique - one that left his curse-like powers out of control and himâŠin heat. Thankfully you knew how to help.Â
Whining breathily as he gnaws on your lower lip like candied gum, âN-noâŠâ
You watch on with your head tilted prettily as he lowers his chestnut gaze shyly, a silvery line of sweat roaming somewhere down his temple. âI-I meant-â Chosoâs stuttering out needily, the blushing curve of his shaft pounding oh-so-rapidly inside of you, pulse racing. Heâs creeping a hand up the sides of your hips - your womb. â-I w-want a baby, baby.â
Every second that youâre stilling in slight shock felt like agony to him, every soft clench youâre instinctively smooching over his rummaging circumference was heaven.
And Choso was damn near letting his heavy lids burst with a waterfall of desperate tears before you blink your lashes in such a sensual wayâÂ
âAwww, Chosoââ Leaning over his toned pectorals until your honeyed scent overwhelms him and makes him throb. You pat the sexy incubus-looking inking thatâd burned over his curly brown happy trail, â-of course you c-â
He doesnât even let you finish your sentence - doesnât have the patience to.
Not even the fucking sanity to do anything but clamp down his honed, animalistic canines into the crook of your neck and cum. Just from those words shrilling out of your mouthâ heâs wafting out guttural grunts upon grunts into your heated flesh with every splat! of creamy seed covering your insides.
âI-Iâll take ngh- care of it.â Youâre making out his scratchy words, âIâll take care Iâllâ oh.â The plump pads of his fingers smear a wet wipe down your leaking slit, scooping up oodles of cum. âIâll take take of you- take care of our daughter take- takeââ
Shit, you looked so sinful with your pretty pussy drooling down on him this way.
Spraying out a shiny sheen of glossy white that dripped down either side of his slender hips, your greedy entrance gulping up every wiry web of seed he was pouring inside you.Â
âNeed to fuck you- gonna fuck you. Feels like mâfucking burning up if I donâtâŠâ Overtaking him - overtaking his pace.
Youâre squealing at the splosh of wetness pooled inside your walls, âP-please, baby.â Head throwing back stupidly once the fat of his thumb slithers to stuff your hole with so many copious wads of sap. âW-want more-â
âD-donât say that.â A hefty digit finds itself stuffed inside your slackened mouth, and you canât help but slurp up the caramel salted taste of Chosoâs cum right off of him. â-sânot good t-to talk out of your cute c- ohâŠâ
And heâs so ready for you to squirm your body even closer and spit that ivory frosting back over into his mouth, striking his pinkish tastebuds with a resounding splatter. And he swallows. His eyes rolling all the way backwards until you could only see pure white- humming, âBut I want more, Cho. Inside.â
âM-more.â Choso gazes up at you - blank-faced, mouth agape. Gone. Shaking his head, gasping to free himself from this cursed technique, âReally- really want more.â
Nodding, âMor- mmpfâ!â
Chosoâs slouching over right in half - he couldnât get enough of you, couldnât want anything but more. In an instant, all the murked air inside your lungs is being squeezed out once Choso sits up on the silken mattress and hugs his strong arms âround your body.
Face pushing into your neck, breath scorching your skin. âMore- more.â A high-pitched - almost crazed - sort of laughter departs from his adhesive-like lips, âShe wants more- my-â Groooaning at the sultry smooch of his weepy orifice accurately into your cervix, â-my baby wants more fuuuckâ!â
Mouth watering with a syrupy wave of spittle at your fragrance, so sweet that he could almost taste it. With a creak! of your aged bedcoils, heâs pounding up into you-
Hard. Fast.
Every gyrating motion massaging his tense core all over your front nâ sweaty inner thighs, âMilking me- milking me- ohh, my baby can f-feel all of it, huh?âÂ
âI can- hngh! C-canâŠâ Your arms throw over Chosoâs broad shoulders as you hold on for dear life. He was just so veiny that every whack! whack! whack! of his bludgeoning crown left your dangling knees weak.
Curtained by silky bangs, glassy eyes of his catch yours, âYou can- y-you can, h-huh? Feel every inch, every v-vein-â Almost as if he himself couldnât believe it, Chosoâs trekking over one of his splayed palms to feel for where heâs rummaging your insides and hisses. Sharp tattoos on his nosebridge crinkling, â-every push-â His puffily veined shaft slips over your g-spot with a delicate sluuuuurp, â-right here?â
âOh- ohhhh fuck! I canââ
âYeah- yeah yeah yeah- feel it. Feel me.â Now slobbering like a damn dog with every cloudy puff of your pheromones, he can feel the heat overtaking him and making his glistening tip swell. âGonna fuh-fucking die before I donât fill ya up-â
It was almost hard to remember that this was your best friend. Youâre thumbing away one of the pearly translucent tears that slip down his burning cheeks, âThen you better not hah! miss.â
So looong that every rugged thrust reaches your deepest, tenderest insides; spearheading your poor pussy until you felt your folds rub raw. And the sloppier his cadence gets, the more rapidly your hazed irises are circlinâ your eyes dizzily.Â
Chosoâs sweet lips glue to each other with a lustre of spit and wobbles, a furious blush overtaking his features from the tips of his ears to down under. âN-ngh!â
And itâs all that he has to say- all that he can breathe before Chosoâs not just cumming for the second time - heâs squirting.Â
You made him squirt out hot rivulets of sticky sap that clings onto your cunt lovingly, trickling down every ridge of his washboard abs. So much. So heavy.
His bulky tip slips out of your entrance at the sheer momentum and Choso whines- âSh-sheâs gonna have your gorgeous eyes- I love your eyesâŠâ Angrily fisting the chubby base to froth out more and more milky ribbons that scorch your slippery crevices, youâre being flooded to the very brim. â-your smile- y-your beautiful skin- your hair- alllll of you. Mâgonna take care of it allll.â
Thighs twitching, youâre barely even talking at this point, your pussy letting off more than enough chatty squelches on behalf of you.Â
Choso grips a handful of your right asscheek to tug you closer before- with a noisy splatter, a few viscid tendrils of cum drivel out of you. And oh, his tear-filled gaze is hypnotized by the sight of the mess heâs made below.Â
Jaw-dropped. Heated.Â
âOh- marry me.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Suffocate me, woman.
The King of Curses didnât know how he got here- he didnât even know why.Â
One his damn court subjects was showing off a cursed technique, and the next thing yâknow is that youâre seated right on top of his plush, puckered mouth whilst the Ryomen Sukuna begged for your dripping wet cunt.Â
âO-oh but, Kuna-â Your lower lip wobbles cutely as his clawed fingers grip each side of your hips like a vice, heâd already been driving you mad with his tongue and his dual cocks for hours now.Â
And yet - he still needed more.
âFuck âb-b-butâ.â Your hulking husband snarls from down below, and just the sight of his gleaming, honed canines is enough for you to shudder out a gasping oh! The edges of his plump lips tickling your perked pulsing clit-
âIf I suffocate y-â
âThen fucking s-suffocate me.â You donât even have the time to register that youâd made the big, bad king stutter before heâs gripping a bruising handful of your ass and draaaagging you down. Plopping, sitting. Grouchy baritone cracking, âWh-who do ya think I am, puny human?â
It was a rhetorical question, and the only answer youâre able to give is a jumble of mashed âfuck!â and âKuna!âÂ
Bellowing out a throaty groan at the honeyed sap beading down his tongue, Sukunaâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs and gasps with every gulp. Every slap of his scratchy tastebuds, every smooch.Â
âS-smells so sweet.â And as if he wasnât lewd enough, youâre feeling the frigid breeze of him inhaaaling the fragrance of your candied pussy. Grunting, âWanna kiss? Sloppy- w-wanna kiss, donâtcha?â The slivery edge of his tongue slips past your folds and laps up the remnant excess of his creampies from before- âMmmm- sânot enough. Not- not enough.â
âN-not enough?â
And it really wasnât enough for him.
Shoving himself even more nose-deep between your puffy folds meant that Sukuna was hypnotized, his crimson peripherals barely peeking out between his pinkish bangs.Â
âCleaning you up t-ta put in more-â A webbed wallop of cum slips between his lips, and heâs taking a few seconds to sniff your honeyed, raw cunt once more. Senses sensitive twofold, â-gotta put in more. S-sooo much more. Gotta fill you up.â
His mouths - both his mouths - were fucking restless. The slimy tip of his second cursed tongue weaving upwards until youâre flinching at its touch, slopping a wet sheen all over your inner thighs. Youâre shuddering as the very berry-pink muscle prolongs to slap your clit, âW-wait thatâs ngh! Unfairrrrââ
âDidnât think I would be nice, did ya?â Heâs grumbing out, and the length of his other tongue was so loooong that it could stretch all the way until youâre being smeared wide open. Up, up, up just to taste you.Â
Youâre halfway through screaming as you feel the tiny hearts that heâs drawing over your inner thighs, faster. Faster. Cracking open a heavy eye, âWhat? Hm?â Not talking to you - but to his other cursed mouth. âKeh, greedy thing. Go on then.â
Oh.Â
Oh, you only get what he meant when his winding muscle starts pokinâ your rubbery entrance. Playfully nudging once - twice, before splitting you so open.Â
âS-so deep-!â Sukunaâs mazing his tongue down your dewy dampened walls so deep, glistening hot tip searching like a headlight. He scratches the ridges of his tastebuds right over where he could just pinpoint your g-spot, âW-wait there- hck! Thereâ!â
And usually he would snipe back with something smug, usually he would mock your wailing whines.
But right now, Sukuna was so gone on your dizzying pussy that his nostrils flare as he pushes further face-deep between your jittery legs.Â
âThere- there there there.âÂ
Chin dribbling with a lustrous glazing of slick and cum and slick, your fuzzy brain sparks with so many stars with every thrust. Faster. âDoes it please you to drench me, brat?â Making out with your slobbering cunt like a man parched. Faster. âDoes it p-please you to have me like this? Begging and cleaning out your sloppy haaaa pussy- only to fill you up again?â
Overstimulated tears saturating your eyes, you can only throw your head back and whineâ âY-yesââ Legs twitching where they were fully cushioning Sukunaâs handsome face, â-pleaseâŠwonât last, Kunaââ
Itâs like both his drooling maws only get more eager at your declaration.
Jaw spanking the front of your cunt, heâs sucking on your cute clit like a lolly. âWonât last, huuuh?â Leering grin reflected upon both mouths, Sukunaâs second tongue dares to draw a swooping pattern- no, his name. His name in a sizzling hot motion on your battered g-spot, âCum then.â
And when you do, itâs with that very same name trilling from your spit-slicked mouth until your lips are buzzing.Â
Peak after peak of white-hot euphoria that leaves your head spinning, heartbeat thundering down all the way to your hot core. And the king is soooo much more than happy to let his features brace your every sloppy drag.Â
Creaky joints ricketing at the sheer force, the backs of your thighs aching, âS-sâtoo good-â Your throat clogs with a few wads of saliva that overspill, so filthy. â-feels like mâin heaven, Kuna.â
And itâs only once your tingling high has simmered down, only once youâre just beginning to catch your punctured breath that heâs finally, finally wrenching himself away with a claggy mwah!
âWell donât tap out just yet, brat.â Heavy lids hooded - the smile heâs gifting you is so drunken. Chuckling gruffly, âLook at this mess.â
Calling it a âmessâ was an understatement.Â
Sukuna was ravaged from the apples of his high cheekbones - all glossy with a lacquer of your juices - down to his slobbering second mouth. Still licking its monstrous lips with the cloying remnants of you, tongue flicking wet swipes at your thighs for more more more.Â
âClean it up.â
His tone is sharp, stern- but the way that the man himself hiccups once two of his four beefy arms pick you up and manhandle you over his matching cocks was anything but.Â
Hell, he was already wondering whether he could get that damn curse to hit him with this cursed technique a second time.
âO-oh.â Sukuna stutters - stutters, at the heated warmth of your pussylips being spread open over his swollen, pre-topped cockhead. Both so big that not even how much his secondary mouth had tugged on your hole could prepare you for the streeeeetchâ
âThatâs it- that- thatâs it-â His broad, meaty pecs heave, his crimson eyes dilate, his own mouth drools at the snug clench of you. Looming so big, youâre being hovered down like a pretty porcelain doll to maze his rovering strawberry divots tight inside your wet cunt, ravenous. âThe king canât have an heir without filling ya up, human.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - HEIR
It wasnât the Gojo clan leaderâs fault this time - it wasnât. He swears with every sparking, pussydrunken ounce of his brain that he didnât purposefully let those damn elders hit him with a sex technique-
âYâknow why I l-let them haaaah- use that technique on me, s-sweetheart?â Gojoâs pert, pink lips twitch as they struggle to keep holding his cocky smirk. Snowy brows furrowing at the splashing wave of his own cum that greets him at your entrance, rumbling bass low in your ear.Â
And a sensual squelch sounds as he draaags his ruby tip all the way down and up your slit, sluuurping in a way that makes your husband lick his own lips. âBecause this sweet pussy was ngh- begging to be bred. They wanâ an heir, theyâre gonna get one.â
And before you can even let out another saturated gasp! heâs hovering his clammy palm over your tummy - your skin crackling with the sizzle of cursed energy before-
âNot yet.â
Not yet not yet not yet.
Youâre whining, itâs been this way for hours - days? - now, and Gojoâs leveraging his glowing Six Eyes to check whether his repeated, milky creampies had finally taken. âT-Toru, youâre so mmpf-!â
Unable to even finish your sentence before his beefy, impatient arms are looping around your restless body and hauling you halfway down the soft tatami mats. Both boneless legs thrown over one shoulder, Gojo hadnât even bothered to take off his expensive yukata.Â
Hadnât even bothered to think - to breathe before heâs plugging you up until youâre overflowing. The curving fringe of his mushroomed tip smacking open your glutinous walls, he hugs your thighs. âSheâs begging- sheâs saying ohhhâŠâ
âF-fuuuck, Toru!â The whack of his slimily-topped cockhead into your cervix makes you keen, gushing out in so many spurts of thick white that it forms a puddle below you. âSatoru, itâs the hck! technique-â
âSânot.â Heâs gritting his pearly teeth, and thereâs a little tremble in Gojoâs voice that makes him sound as if heâs on the verge of sobbing. Tender ribbons of his veins bursting out shockwaves- âSheâs talking tâme- telling me h-how badly she wants ta be bred.â Sneaking a deeeeep gulp of your saccharine pheromones, gasping. Dizzy. âDonât you hear that- donât you- fuuuck, listen.â
Drilling into you until your popped eardrums flood with those noisy squelches, and to the strongest it wasnât just lecherous music to his ears.Â
No, no, no no- it was a full-on conversation that he was sluggishly nodding his head along with. âRight- right.â Smile dangling with strings of lustrous saliva that seems to water his mouth after every vulgar rut, âSays sh-she wants ta be all full- all round nâ glowing with my hair. Nghhhâ oh, sheâs purring.â
Words crackling with a bout of crazed laughter, youâre gulping at the sexy way that Gojoâs azure pupils bulge ever-so-slightly with stimulation.Â
Thighs thrashing on top of his broad shoulder- but Gojoâs too strong. Heâs pinning them down on one side and trawling you to meet every mazing thrust, leaking divot digging inside your wet cunt like a searchlight.Â
âSatoru- hck! Satoruââ Your trills pitch upwards in both volume and pitch again and again and again with every slapping slam of his rounded girth inside. Gummy walls rubbed raw after so many hours, your body twitches every time you feel the remnants of his goopy cum dribble down your entrance. âI-I want-â
â-more?â Gojo finishes for you, octaves higher. Feverish - and it wasnât just the technique any more.
And the look in his eyes told you that he wasnât going to back down any time soon, he wasnât even growing close to slowing down once he rovers a hand down to your clit and pinches.Â
âH-heh, more.â Heâs sputtering wetly, knobbly ends of his fingers buzzing with cursed energy. Making you see white-hot, âMore more more moreââ Gojo twists his dextrous wrist and pulls on your clit, â-my wife w-wants ngh- more, riiiight?â
âYes- yes yes yes yes-â But more than that you were so close - you were about to cum.
But, of course, the Gojo Satoru knew that.
Itâs exactly why heâs tugging on your perked clit a few repeated times more, flickers of blue lightning bolting from the ends of his pretty eyes as he gazes down at your tummy and watches his fat, meaty cock part your slippery walls and target your g-spot dead-on.Â
Powers working overtime, âHit iiiit~â Going out of control, he couldnât stop watching every syrupy smooch right into that cute bundle oâ nerves, âCâmon- scream my name every time I hit it- donât be haaaa shy, sweetheart.â
You do you do, with every stinging smack! of skin sticking onto skin - Gojoâs hips were so ruthless itâs as if he was trying to brand your ass with the imprints of his v-line, bruising himself red.Â
âMore- heh- nâ youâre gonna g-get more.â Cooing at your glittery pussylips, he strikes your clit with a pap! of his thumb. Rubbing in your scent, âMore more more- more-â
And Gojo counts underneath his strained breath to exactly three before youâre hitting your overwhelming orgasm. Startling your tearful eyes wide open with the sheer force- itâs enough to make him hitch his breath and collapse his sweaty body on top of yours.Â
The squeeze of your strobing walls so tight, the toe-curling pleasure enough for Gojo himself to rub his washboard abs in sultry gyrations like he was melting into you. Stirrinâ his rotund crown deeply inside with every blissful wave, as if he could see the stars bursting cartoonishly around your head.Â
Face furiously flushed, long lashes flapping, maw agape.Â
âYeah câmon- câmon câmon câmonââ Heâs hissing into your open mouth, sharp canines leaving your poor swollen lips bruised. â-milk me. Milk me- This time- this time sâgonna take, my girl.â
Itâs so much - both your peaked highs and the way that Gojoâs crashing into his own. Not hitting, no- crashing.Â
Because all it takes is a few more sloppy strokes of his uneven cadence and his strawberry glazed orifice is bursting with jetstreamed squirts of cum - squirting.Â
âO-oh my- fuck!â Your throat scratches at the sheer volume being animalistically stuffed inside of you, creamy white seed and sap and- and youâd just made Gojo Satoru squirt.Â
The idea itself was enough to drive you wild - and so was the splashes of puddling torrents that bawled out of your sopping wet pussy. So much that you were leaking, thick. Gushingâ
Splat!
You donât even realize that youâre fucked stupid until it takes a wet splatter somewhere near your heaving chest for you to be brought back into heady reality. Lashes blinking back some semblance of your blotchy vision, âT-Toru are you-â
He was tearing. Those pooling salted tears staining your skin just as much as his goopy white cum was soiling the yukata slipping off of his broad deltoids.
âOhâŠâÂ
âWh-whatâ?â
Gojoâs drool-covered lips sag open as he veers his misty gaze to that tummy bulge heâd just pounded ruthlessly into you, aching hips still slithering his swollen inches back and forth.Â
Fully wrung out, voice breaking- he sniffles, â-it took i-it took andâŠohâ Before you can let out anything more than a few whimpering hiccups, youâre just stuffed so full you can barely articulate. âWonder- wonder if sheâll be gorgeous like her mama- ngh! W-wonder if sheâll be e-extra powerful if I breed this ngh- sweet pussy twice. âÂ
Heâs giving you a squeeze to your clit that makes you whine at the faintly buzzing cursed energy, fully babbling now. âWonder if I can use cursed energy on my cock-â
âSatoru.â
A/N. MWAHAHA I feel somewhat better now babygirls nâ itâs all cuz of yâall <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
for research purposes
pairing: caleb x reader
summary: how on earth were you supposed to write a good sex scene with almost zero experience? good thing your best friend was always willing to lend you a helping hand.
themes: childhood best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, friends with benefits, college! au, slowburn, humour, fluff, angst, petnames, profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, explicit sexual content (oral fem receiving, fingering, nipple play, protected + unprotected sex, clothed sex), porn with so much plot, they're both down bad asf
word count: 25k
lyns notes: its been so long since i've written a full length fic like this, and it ended up being so much longer than I anticipated but please don't get scared by the wc đ its so self indulgent because i love caleb and I had way too much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy! <3
This was utterly insane, even for you.
The idea started small, though you supposed you couldnât ever classify it as innocent. At the time, it had been just a flicker, a fleeting thought that slipped through the cracks of your composure. You were in your best friend's dorm, lounging on his bed like it was your own as you complained.Â
âIâve been stuck for weeks now. Itâs like Iâve lost the ability to write.â
Caleb glanced over at you from his desk, leaning back in his plush chair as the movement of his fingers over the laptop keyboard stilled for a moment. The expression you received was familiar, you had been on the receiving end of it for years now. One of his lips quirked up, deep lavender eyes alight with amusement, and one eyebrow raised as he took in your anguished state.Â
âYou havenât lost the ability to write, Pipsqueak, it's just writer's block. Youâve had writer's block before.â
âNot like this.â You shook your head, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them. âI usually manage to overcome it in a week or so. Itâs been like, three months.â Your annoyance with yourself was obvious to him, so clear in the slight pout on your mouth paired with that indignant expression.
It was true, you had been writing ever since you were little. Your imagination ran wild as a child, even before you could physically write, you would spin tales and make up stories to entertain yourself with, frequently getting lost in your own little world. You prided yourself on this talent of yours that helped you breeze through English essays and writing assignments, even going so far as to major in English at university. Writing was your bread and butter. It was more than just being good at it, it was the passion and fulfilment you felt when you did it.Â
Passion and fulfillment your ass, you couldnât feel any of that right now.
You were writing a book, your very first one that you started penning in the summer before your sophomore year. The idea had come to you out of nowhere, and once you spent hours outlining all the details, you were certain it was something you wanted to bring to life. The need to finish it burned through you as you spent most of that break stuck at your desk, hunched over your laptop. Caleb had to quite literally drag you out of your room most days, muttering some nonsense about vitamin D and too much screen time.
He had always been like that ever since you were kids â protective, caring, attentive. It was built into his very being, you supposed, ever since he saw you cry outside the first-grade classrooms as a seven-year-old and promised to help you find your way to the correct one. Even now, as he hummed in thought, offering silent support for your frustration.Â
âYouâve gotten through a large chunk of it, right?â
âYep.â
A slow, bargaining smile stretched out on his face. âHey, you know, maybe if you let me read itââ
âHell no.â You shook your head stubbornly. âI told you, Iâm only letting you read it once it's finished, and I think itâs good enough.â
Caleb snorted, âSo you mean never?â
You promptly threw one of the plushies on his bed at him. He deftly caught it, laughter slipping from him as he threw it back. The plushy was a grumpy apple one that he had won you back home at the arcade, but the pile of plushies on your bed was so huge that you graciously suggested that he keep it for you. Partial custody, you had joked, I have visitation rights.
âYouâll be the first to read it. I justâŠ.need to get through this one bit.âÂ
Ah yes, the bit. The part that you seemed to be cursed to never finish. Everything before it had gone so smoothly, the words flowing and pouring out of you so perfectly. A fun romance novel full of twists and humour was what you aimed to achieve, and it seemed like you were succeeding.
That was, until you reached a part of the story that you truly had no idea how to write. The technicalities of it were.âŠ..unknown at best, to you, who had almost no experience in the matter.Â
âYou know, maybe you could tell me about it. Maybe I could help.â You knew the offer was genuine. Caleb had always been someone you could fall back upon for any assistance. Being two years older than you, in your eyes, he always knew what to do when you were in a pickle. He was the type of friend who placed bandages on your scrapes and offered you candy so youâd stop crying. He carried a hair tie around for when you wanted to tie your hair and helped you study for tests, and explained the concepts that you didnât understand. Every time you had a problem, he never hesitated to help you in any way he possibly could.
But thisâŠ.this was something youâd rather die than ask him about.Â
Immediately, you shook your head a little too quickly, shooting him a tight smile. âNope, it's fine. Just something I gotta figure out myself.
He stared at you skeptically but shrugged. âAlright. Let me know if you change your mind, okay?â
You wouldnât.
Would you?
Absolutely not. Even thinking about it felt like a betrayal. It was like opening a can of worms that held snakes. Deadly venomous ones.Â
And yet here you were, your teeth digging into the plush of your lower lip as he turned back to his laptop screen, continuing to work on whatever assignment he had due. He was in his final year and was infinitely busy, though he somehow still managed to make time for you.Â
Shamelessly, your eyes studied him. His arms, so well defined and firm-looking, were basically on display for you when he wore that white, sleeveless tee. Dark hair, unruly and messy, no matter how many times you ran your fingers through it in an attempt to fix it. A defined jawline that could probably cut you if you dared touch it. He had grown up unfairly well, no longer the lanky young boy you once knew, now a man. A hot man you had incredible chemistry with.
A very hot man who was completely off-limits.Â
Still. You supposed that his help couldnât be the worst thing in the worldâ
A sex scene. That was what you were struggling to right. In terms of the story, it was a very natural next move for your characters, and it made sense, and while you could simply artistically describe the ordeal and fade to black, you felt it was a necessary addition. You wanted to showcase the desperation the two characters felt for each other, just how deep their feelings ran through something more primal. You wanted it to feel right, to feel magical.Â
The issue? You hadnât the faintest idea of how to go about it. In all your nineteen years of life, you had only had sex once, and it had been far from magical. It had been uncomfortable and rushed, the result of a very stupid, drunken one-night stand in your first year. The guy very evidently didnât know how a woman's body worked, and even thinking back on it made you cringe and fold in on yourself. If it were possible to manually pluck the memory out and destroy it, you would have done it in a heartbeat.
So how on earth were you supposed to write the perfect sex scene when your one sole experience in the matter had been so terrible?
And you couldnât ask Caleb for help. Even considering doing so made you feel as if you would spontaneously combust. He was your best friend, for crying out loud, and this crossed so many lines. You knew very well that he wasnât a virgin by any means, having caught glimpses of the occasional hickey on his neck despite his best efforts to hide it from you. He was twenty-one, experienced and could probably talk you through itâ
Nope. Not going here.Â
The idea of Caleb explaining sex to you was mortifying. You didnât want to hear about any of his conquests, even just the thought of him talking about it made you want to throw up. The notion of him having sex only made your cheeks warm and your throat go uncomfortably dry.
Against your will, the thought festered. It burrowed its way into your mind and settled there as if it belonged, despite its having no business being there. This was completely unethical, but before you could stop yourself, your gaze zeroed in on his tongue darting out of his mouth, licking his lips in concentration as he typed out something. For a second, you wondered how it would feel if he dragged that tongue across the skin of your neck.
Oh my god. What if he simply showed you?
The moment that depraved idea popped into your head, you shot up, getting to your feet with urgency. Startled, he looked over at you, frowning at the alarmed look on your face.
âAre you good?â
âIâm great!â Your voice sounded funny, like you were trying to digest a rock. âI justâ erâ remembered I have some homework to finish for tomorrow. So I should get back to my room.â You padded over to his door, slipping into your shoes and waving at him. âSee ya.â
â....Bye.â He watched your awkward, rushed movements with a puzzled look on his (very nice) face.. You nodded curtly before opening the door and escaping the confines of his dorm, out of his scrutinising gaze that could read you annoyingly well. Another minute in there and you knew he would be grilling you for your odd behaviour.Â
Jesus Christ. You were so screwed.
âY/n? Girl, you gotta get your head in the game.â
Taraâs voice cut through your reverie, causing you to snap out of it. One glance up at her would reveal an unimpressed look directed at you, her hands on her hips. âOur darling editor wants to know why your article isnât on her desk yet.â
Tara was your closest friend after Caleb, and you had met her when you joined the university paper as a student journalist. She was smart, pretty and always had your back no matter what. Blinking rapidly, you sighed, waving your hand.Â
âTell Jenna Iâll have it there by the end of the day.â
âYou better. You know how she is about deadlines.â Tara pulled one of the chairs from the desk beside yours closer and sat on it, resting her elbows on the armrests. âSeriously, though, why are you spaced out today?â
Well, there was no way you could tell her the truth about that. So you resorted to using a half-truth as an answer. âWriter's block.â
âAh.â
You turned back to the screen of your computer, staring at the article you had been writing. It was almost finished, thank god. At least here, you had the facts to write around, having done your research. Very different to the situation you found yourself in regarding your stupid book.
Ugh.Â
âBy the way, your boyfriendâs here.â
Your head snapped up at her words, already ready to argue, knowing exactly who she was talking about. Walking into the newsroom holding two coffees was Caleb, wearing that blue-orange jacket that you had bought him for one of his birthdays. He did this pretty often, sauntering in like he owned the place even though he was technically not allowed to be there. Jenna had repeatedly reminded him of this, but he brushed it off, and after a while, she simply stopped bothering. Thus, despite not being on the paper, he spent a lot of time in the newsroom.
This was another problem you faced daily: people mistaking him for your boyfriend. The number of times you had to rehash the fact that he was simply your best friend was astounding, and back when you were a freshman, the constant whistles about you dating an upperclassmanâ and none other than Caleb Xiaâ drove you mad. You chalked it down to none of them being fortunate enough to experience a friendship as fulfilling and real as the one you had with him.
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â You dropped your voice, keeping it just loud enough for her to hear your rebuttal that held a hint of venom, plastering a smile on your face as he closed in. Tara snickered.Â
âSure, and Iâm the queen of England.â
âHey,â Caleb grinned down at you, his eyes momentarily flitting to your friend. âAnd what?â
âNothing,â you said brightly, shooting her a murderous look that silently told her to zip it. She smiled innocently and shook her head, slipping back to her desk without another word.
âSheâs an odd one,â he quipped, handing you one of the coffees and then shrugging off the jacket, dumping it on the free space on your desk. You already knew it was your regular order, something he had memorised years ago. You sipped the drink, letting the hot liquid calm you down, grateful for the caffeine. You hadnât gotten much sleep the night before, spending it tossing and turning in your bed.
And why was that?
Caleb leaned against your desk. âAre you free later today?âÂ
A dejected sigh escaped you. âUnfortunately, no. I need to finish this article by the end of the day, and it seems like my writer's block has infected every aspect of my life.â It was ironic, just how true that statement ran.
âDamn.â You could hear the tinge of disappointment in his voice. âI was hoping we would have movie night. I stocked up on your favourite candy.â He reached over, his fingers brushing against the skin of your forehead as he pushed some of your hair that fell in front of your eyes away from your face, neatly tucking it behind your ear like it was second nature. It was, you supposed, considering he had done so about a hundred times.
But something was different this time, or perhaps you were paying far too much attention to every little thing. To how he pulled back and the way the muscles in his forearm shifted subtly, making you wish he had kept the jacket on. The brief touch lingered on your skin, burned into it.
Fucking hell, you were a mess. A tragic, down-atrocious mess.
Your eyes lingered on his fingers for a moment. Heat crept up your neck, and you coughed, rubbing it absent-mindedly, hoping to push down the flush you felt taking over your body. It had been like this ever since the day in his dorm when your brain had decided to work against you and infect you with the thought of sex with your best friend.
What better way was there to describe your state than calling it an infection? It certainly felt like some sort of sickness with the way it plagued you against your will. Somehow, it was worse than the doomed crush you had harboured for him back when you were in high school, because at least that had been innocent. That was born out of pure admiration, and you were sixteen. A lot of things done at sixteen could be brushed off under the excuse of being young and naive. You had quickly gotten over it.Â
You were evidently no longer so naive. In fact, you knew too much.
âMaybe next time.â You managed to choke out finally after a silence that had stretched a beat too long. Part of you hoped heâd leave you alone now so that you could calm down and refocus your attention to the article.Â
But of course, he didnât. Instead, he occupied the chair Tara previously had, complaining about one of his classes as you nodded along, sipping your coffee and glancing between him and your screen. The smooth cadence of his voice usually soothed you and calmed you down, but now it only put you on edge, flowing over scrambled thoughts like honey. Had his arms always been this nice?
You were going to hell.
All things considered, you held yourself to certain standards. You were a woman with morals and integrity, and you were not in the habit of staring at shirtless men.
Except when it was Caleb, apparently.Â
âWhy are you half-naked?â You blurted out gracelessly, heat viciously curling up your body as your eyes dropped down to his torso. You gripped the Chinese takeout you had gotten on your way back from your evening class a little tighter as you took in his figure. A silver chain with a tag and apple pendant (something you had given him before he left for university while you were still struggling in high school) on his bare chest and perfect sculpted abs, running shorts hanging low on his hips.Â
âI was working out.â He said casually, taking the bag of takeout from your hands and walking back into his dorm, leaving you to follow him. You bit down on your tongue hard, almost hoping youâd draw blood.Â
This was ridiculous. You had seen him shirtless several times before and had never reacted like this. The other times hadnât caused you to flush and definitely didnât cause your heart rate to spike. It didnât have you furiously fighting off thoughts that had threatened to consume you for over a week now, pushing them back into the furthest parts of your mind and locking them there.Â
âIâm almost done, could you grab sodas from the fridge?â Caleb placed the food on the table beside his bed. You wordlessly complied, picking the apple-flavoured sodas that both of you liked. Turning back to the main area of his dorm, you walked over, only to stop dead in your tracks.
Caleb was on the floor. Doing push-ups.
There was nothing inherently sexual about it in the slightest. You knew he liked to stay in shape, hitting the gym at least thrice a week to maintain his physiqueâ a very nice physique that seemed to be your current undoing. His hair fell across his forehead, a little matted from sweat. You watched as he pressed down and back up, and in a moment of weakness, you wondered how it would be if you were under him instead of standing to the side and ogling like an idiot. Would his necklace dangle above you, swinging back and forth in your face?
Dear god. You needed to be sedated. Put down, even.
Finally, he seemed to be done, lowering himself down and then rolling onto his back. He sucked in a breath of hair, running his hands through his hair and messing it up even further. Finally, he sat up and looked up at you, a singular eyebrow raised.
âWhy are you just standing there?â
Brilliant question. If only you could answer it.Â
Choosing to skillfully evade instead, you tossed him his soda can and grabbed his laptop from his desk, settling down next to him on the floor. Tonight, the two of you had decided to have dinner together and catch up on an anime you had started together a couple of weeks ago. It had been a while since you had properly hung out, and you knew damn well that it was all your fault.Â
You were avoiding him. Mentally and physically, especially physically. Caleb, however, being the understanding, saint of a man that he was, chalked it up to you being busy. He made sure to check in on you, shooting you texts or sending you funny videos he knew youâd like.Â
âWe should try and finish all the episodes up until the latest one,â You said, opening up his laptop and logging into the anime site. âThey released a new one on Wednesday.âÂ
Caleb hummed, stretching his arms as he shuffled closer. Immediately, you froze, the close contact inciting pure panic within you. Jerking away from him, you glared, holding a hand out to keep an arm's distance between the two of you, much to his confusion.Â
âPut on a shirt.â
He frowned. âWhy? Itâs really hot.â
Indeed, it was. âExactly. Youâre all sweaty and gross.â
You really shouldnât have said that. The moment the words left your mouth, his mouth curled into a smirkâ one so disgustingly attractive that you were sure your knees would have probably buckled if you werenât already sitting downâ and his eyes lit up with a mischievous glint that told you he was up to no good. Carefully, he wrapped a hand around your wrist, and the contact has your brain short-circuiting and going into overdrive.
âI think that means you want a hug.â
âWaitâ donât you dareâ Caleb!â You yelped as he tugged you harshly, forcing you to fall into his lap, his laughter resounding through the small dorm room. Awkwardly, you shoot your other hand out to steady yourself, placing it on his shoulder as you tumble into him, knee slotting in between his legs and body so dangerously close to his that you wanted to scream. Smoothly, he wrapped his other arm around your waist, circling it and somehow tugging you even closer, until you were flush against him.
âWhat are you gonna do now, Pips?â He taunted, voice just above a whisper right against your ear.Â
Unicorns, you bleakly thought to yourself. Puppies. Cupcakes. Sprinkles.
âYouâre so annoying,â You hissed, throwing as much irritation into your voice as you possibly could in the hopes that it would drown out the shakiness you felt. His skin under your fingertips was warm, and you could feel that warmth through the fabric of your tank top. âGo fuck yourself.â
He laughed harder, the sound so contagious it broke you out of your downright sinful thoughts. You gripped his shoulder a little harder, mentally chastising yourself for the situation you found yourself in, knowing that there was no good reason for you to be this riled up. Playfighting with him was something you were used to; it was natural. It should not have had your blood pressure rising and heart slamming in your chest so violently.
Swallowing thickly, you barely processed how he let go of your wrist, his other arm also coming to rest around your waist as he pulled you further into his lap so that you were now sitting on top of him. Before you even had the chance to react to that, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled.Â
âMissed you this week,â He mumbled softly against your rapidly heating skin. You froze for a split second at the contact, hopelessly blaming the flush spread over your cheeks on the humid weather.
And then you softened.Â
Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him back. âI missed you too,â You whispered, following up with a lie to keep him off your trail. âJust had a lot of work.â
âI know,â he said so patiently that you instantly felt guilty. He lifted his face from your neck so that he could stare at you, and it hit you just how intimate the position the two of you were in was. Although reserved with others, Caleb had always been pretty openly affectionate with you. His hand on the small of your back, fingers intertwined with yours, a light kiss to your temple in encouragementâ he had been doing stuff like that to you since you were ten.Â
So why did it suddenly affect you so much? Why did something so normal for you make you feel so different now?
âJustâŠ.tell me about it,â he continued, those mesmerising purple eyes of his locked onto yours. âShoot me a text. Let me know what's up with you. Donât you remember the last time you shut everyone out because you were stressed?â
You did remember. It was during your finals last year, when the workload you had overwhelmed you so badly that you simply pushed everyone away until they were over. Caleb had to practically storm his way back into your life and demand that you take a break and slow down before you worked yourself to the bone. The fact that he remembered this only made your guilt worse because your distance this time had nothing to do with your classwork.Â
It had everything to do with him, though.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you mumbled, slowly slipping out of his embrace and settling down next to him once again. You had to remind yourself of what he was to you, and all this thirsting for him was neither healthy nor something a good best friend would do. âIâm not gonna do that again.âÂ
âIâm just saying. And what the hell am I supposed to do with my free time if youâre not here to bother me?â He flashed you that shit-eating grin of his that you were starting to think was more devastating than mischievous.
You had to resist strangling him.
There was only one possible conclusion: something was deeply wrong with you.
How else were you supposed to explain your borderline insane behaviour? It had gotten even worse lately, causing you to daydream at the most inconvenient times, like when you were trying to get an assignment done or even in the middle of class. It was a wonder your professors hadnât called you out for it yet.Â
Some level of restraint seemed to remain, though, with you stopping your thoughts from crossing any lines. The moment you caught your mind straying into dangerous territory, you forced yourself to stop, desperately searching for another distraction.
But there was only so much you could do. Thinking was proving to be a dangerous activity.
You pressed your palms into your eyes, hard. It was almost three in the morning, and you hadnât gotten a wink of sleep. Earlier, you had tried to write around the damned scene, but emerged fruitless. It was like an obstacle you had to clear before you could get to the next level of a game, taunting you with its incompletion.
Something else taunted you, simmering underneath the expanse of your skin. Things that hadnât even happened yet, but you had already dreamed of themâ his mouth on yours, his hands tracing your body with a feather touch.Â
You were even wearing one of his shirts right now, the oversized tee reaching down to your mid-thighs. Several, just like the one you currently wore, sat neatly in your closet, having been stolen from him over the years. You could faintly smell his cologne; cidery and comforting, enveloping you in what felt like it could be his embrace. Turning onto your side, you pulled the blanket over your body and stared at the wall blankly.Â
Caleb had been your safe space for so long, and perhaps that was why you gravitated so easily to thinking about him like this. If there was anyone you trusted in such an intimate sense, it was him.Â
Even if it shouldnât have been.
God knows you needed to get laid. Unfortunately, you didnât want just anyone.
You swore you had never been this horny before, least of all for your best friend. Thinking about him in such a salacious way was strictly a new development that was quickly ruining your life, haunting you day and night. Even now, lying in your bed, heat that was impossible to ignore bloomed between your legs.Â
Maybe if you just indulged once, this madness would stop. Maybe you just needed an orgasm, and then youâd stop going insane over every single interaction you had with Caleb. It didnât even have to be about him, and this was normal; everyone needed a release now and then.Â
Your fingers slipped between your legs, pushing the fabric of his shirt up, tracing the outline of your cotton underwear. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let your fingertips gently graze against where you needed them most, letting your legs fall apart just a little bitâ
Deep purple eyes flashed behind your closed eyes.
Gasping, you retracted your hand like you had been burned. There was no way in hell you could touch yourself with him in mind; that was everything you had been avoiding for the past three weeks, ever since the notion had first sprouted. Groaning, you buried your face into the pillow.
This had to have been the stupidest cause of insomnia ever.
Caleb đ [15:32 pm] : i better see u at the party tonight :D
Caleb đ [15:32 pm] : will pick u up at 9
Caleb đ [15:32 pm] : no buts.
Caleb supposed that this was technically his fault.
Mentally, he had already prepared for this outcome. It was why he had barely drunk the entire night, barely finishing two drinks and opting out of playing beer pong with the rest of his friends, despite Gideon's need for another member on his team.Â
âCome on, Pipsqueak.â He had an arm around your waist to help steady you, ensuring you wouldnât fall flat on your face. You stumbled into the elevator, and he jammed the number of your dorm floor as you wrapped your arms around his torso weakly, leaning into him. Right now, he was the only thing keeping you upright.
You were drunk, slurring your words and unable to walk in a straight line without any assistance type of drunk. And yes, this was his fault.Â
Probably. Definitely.
One of the frat houses had thrown a party, and he had insisted that you come with him. He had always been great at reading you, and for the last couple of weeks, you had seemed tense over something, though you hadnât told him what exactly it was yet. That was fine, he knew that eventually youâd spill, but for now, all he wanted to do was help you let loose.Â
That was exactly what he told you to do when both of you arrived at the party, even pouring you your first drink. Halfway through the party, you seemed more relaxed than you had in the last couple of days, swaying along to the music by his side. He made sure not to drink too much, wanting to be sober enough to safely get you back to your dorm just in case you overdid it.
His intuition always ended up being right when it came to you.
You whined as the elevator dinged, the doors opening. âEverything is spinning.â
âI know, honey, weâre almost there.â He helped you walk into the hallway, smoothly taking your handbag from you and extracting your keys. Holding you tighter, he opened the door and pulled you through, carefully seating you down on your bed and taking your boots off.
Like clockwork, he grabbed a bottle of water from your bedside table, unscrewed it and held it to your cherry-tinted lips. You only used that specific lip-tint when you were going out, and each time you did, he found himself wondering if it tasted like cherry as well. Even now, as he gently propped his index finger under your chin and tilted your face upwards, he entertained the idea of tasting it for himself.
But he wouldnât.Â
âDrink up,â He said softly, âYouâre gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow.â
Obediently, you parted your lips, drinking with his help. Your cheeks were flushed due to the alcohol, hair a little frizzy from the heat, but still maintaining the styling you had done before the party. To him, you looked stunning at all times, but he could see the effort you had put in to look nice tonight, from your outfit (a black halter top and jeans) to your makeup, which he knew heâd have to help you take off now.Â
Once he deemed the amount of water you had drunk enough, he put the bottle back and went into your bathroom, knowing exactly where to find your makeup wipes. He had taken care of you like this once before, so his body moved like clockwork. There was no point in trying to get you to the bathroomâ youâd probably just sit down on the floor and stay there for the rest of the nightâ so he took the wipes with him and crouched down in front of where you sat on your bed.Â
Smiling, he held your face again, this time a little firmer. âYouâd hate yourself if you went to sleep before you took your makeup off,â he whispered, pulling one of the wipes out and dragging it over the apples of your face. Then, he glanced up and into your eyes, noting how you stared at him so keenly, even through a half-lidded gaze, lips slightly parted.Â
If Caleb couldâve kept your attention on him like this for the rest of his life, he would have.Â
âWhat's going through that head of yours?â He cocked his head to the side, studying your intent expression. Immediately, you looked away, but he wasnât going to back down. Something had been troubling you, and he was determined to find out what. If you wouldnât tell him outright, he would simply have to guess. âIs it your book, again?â
Your inebriated state made it hard for you to hide things from him. You stiffened in his touch, and he chuckled. âBingo. You know, if you just told me what you were struggling with, Iâd help.â He pressed your chin lightly, angling your face downwards. âClose your eyes.â He gently wiped over your eye makeup, making sure it was all off before continuing. âI know Iâm not a writer, but Iâm sure I'll be of some value.â
Finally done, he neatly folded the dirty wipe and placed it to the side. âWant some more water? Alcohol is dehydrating.â
And then, out of nowhere, you spoke.Â
âSex.â
Well, blurting would probably be a better way to describe how you said the word. Caleb blinked rapidly, wondering if he had heard you correctly as his face snapped back to yours, eyes wide.Â
âWhat?â
âSex.â You slurred a little bit as you leaned closer to him, jutting your lower lip out in a pout and repeating it once more for good measure. âSex.â
âI heard you the first time,â Caleb could hear how strangled his voice was, unable to think straight at your sudden declaration. Oblivious to his mental distress, you thrust out your hand and pointed at the laptop that sat on your desk with drunken animosity.Â
âI canât write a stupid sex scene.âÂ
You sounded so crestfallen, and he would have totally started sympathising with you if not for the reason. A sex scene? What on earth were you writing?
âIââ He swallowed, âWellââ
âI mean, how am I supposed to write a good sex scene if I donât know what good sex feels like? Or what even like, happens?â Alcohol had certainly loosened you up, and perhaps a bit too much, having erased any filter that you had. This resulted in you rambling on about everything you would have usually kept to yourself, and for good reason. âThe sex Iâve had has been shitty.â
The sex youâve had? Caleb almost bit his tongue off in shock, staring at you incredulously at the information you had dumped on him. He hadnât even known you had been having sex, and thank every god for that, because he would have probably jumped off a cliff if you ever talked about your sex life with him. Surely, this was some sort of twisted fever dream he had found himself in. This could not have been real life.
âChrist,â He choked out, âIâokay, maybe I canât help youââ
âYeah, you can.â Your eyes cut to his, a little too intense for his sanity. âIf you fucked me, Iâd probably be able to write the scene.â
He gaped at you, about a dozen inappropriate thoughts running through his head before he could stop it. âWhat did you just say?âÂ
Teenage Caleb would have died if he had heard you say that. Adult Caleb nearly did.Â
You sighed heavily, and it only succeeded in causing him to spiral even more. âI thought about it. Iâm sure it would be good, yâknow. Youâd know what you were doing, you even look like youâre good at it.â
âYouâre so drunk.â He tried to reason with himself out loud, but could hardly recognise his voice with how strained he sounded. Looked like he was good at it? What alternate dimension had he just fallen into?Â
âOh, come on, Caleb. I need some hands-on learning, and youââ you slurred the words as you leaned close and wrapped your hands around his bicep, peering up at him through your lashes. ââhave very nice hands. Theyâre hot.â
You, his best friend, his pipsqueak, had thought about sleeping with him. You thought his hands were hot. The news nearly killed him, and he had to force himself to look away from you, his mind running at a mile a minute. Heat prickled at his face and neck, impossible to ignore as he cleared his throat and stood to his feet, pulling away from your touch.Â
âYou should sleep.â He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, stepping away from you. âIâIâll see you tomorrow.â It was as if he were going through puberty all over again, with the way his voice cracked embarrassingly as he spoke. He left your room hurriedly, barely getting his shoes back on as he closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
Caleb exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose as the back of his head hit your door. All these years of barely keeping it together around you, carefully tiptoeing between right and wrong, only for you to come and crash into whatever self-restraint he had left.Â
Right and wrong.Â
All of a sudden, he wasnât sure if he was going to choose correctly anymore.Â
Death had to have been more merciful than the pounding in your head. Grabbing the covers, you pulled them over yourself like a cocoon, trying your hardest to block out all noises and sink even further into your mattress.Â
Unfortunately, your hangover-induced headache made it nearly impossible for you to go back to sleep. Cursing, you forced yourself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up and change out of your clothes and into something more comfortable. Naturally, you gravitated towards an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, pulling them on after a quick shower.Â
Then, you went right back to your bed, not wanting to face the day in the slightest. You had managed to resist throwing up so far, and even the thought of having to function like a normal human being made you recoil into your blanket and stay there for the rest of the week. Just as you began to genuinely entertain that notion, a sharp knock at your door caught your attention.
You would have ignored it if you didnât know the pattern of this knock by heart. No one but Caleb knocked twice in sequence.Â
Cursing under your breath, you scrambled to the door and opened it, squinting as the bright light of the hallway outside nearly blinded you. There he stood, grinning down at you as he held up a paper bag.Â
âAspirin.â
âThank god,â you immediately let him in, taking the medicine from him and pouring yourself a glass of water. He stood right behind you as you took the pill, ruffling your already messy hair and staring for just a second too long.Â
âBad morning, huh?â
âYou have no idea.â You winced at the whiny nature of your voice. âIt feels like my head is trying to stab itself.â
Caleb chuckled dryly, sitting down on your bed and watching as you settled at your desk and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to smooth out the knots. Something was different about the way he was looking at you, but you couldnât quite put your finger on it.
âYouâll be fine,â He muttered, shifting his gaze to the ceiling. You frowned, taking in the way his jaw ticked, and placed your glass of water down.
âAre you okay?â
âMe? Yeah, Iâm fine.â He said it a little too brightly, glancing down at your desk. Something flickered in his eyes. âMade any progress on that book of yours?â
A frustrated sound left you buried your face in your hands, elbows on your desk. The reminder of your stagnant writing somehow worsened your headache, as if that was even possible. Of course heâd bring that up. âAs usual, no.â
For a while, you had hoped that inspiration would strike you eventually, but it seemed like you were well and truly stuck. It had only taken a turn for the worse, with you suddenly despising everything you had already written, unable to even skim any of it without cringing and wanting to hit delete. Your inability to write had morphed into impostor syndrome, which was a development you didnât appreciate in the slightest.
âItâs okay,â he said, and you would have mistaken his tone for reassuring if not for the way his lips twitched slightly. âIâm sure youâll be able to write eventually. After you fuck me, apparently.â
Silence.Â
Razor-sharp silence.
Slowly, you turned your head to face him, eyes wide as saucers. âWhatâŠ.did you just say?â
âOnly what you said last night. You said you were sure it would be good, which I beg to differ. It would be amazing, thank you very much.â He dared to smile oh-so innocently, as if he hadnât just upgraded the superlative of what sex with him would potentially be like.
If you thought you were going to throw up before, you were sure you were going to now. You almost choked on your spit, waves of unadulterated shock crashing through your system as you gawked at your best friend, who appeared much too pleased with himself at the moment. If you werenât so utterly horrified, you would have tried to slap the smug expression right off of his face.
âNo.â The singular word comes out breathless, much to your mortification, your gut churning at the implications of that statement. âNo, no, noââ
âOh yes,â He grinned wickedly, leaning back on the palms of his hands.Â
âWhatâwhat the fuck did I drink last night.â You tried your levity, but your embarrassment ran too deep. Reaching up, you covered your face with your hands in a pathetic attempt to hide away from him. Never, in a million years, had you ever accounted for having this conversation with him, of all people, and you were almost certain there was something in your drinks that had made you say what you did.Â
His velvety laugh echoed through your dorm, and you wanted nothing more than to fold in on yourself. This had to have been the worst moment of your life.Â
âI guess you donât remember, huh?â There was an amused lilt to his tone that made you want to jump out of the window. âI can refresh you, if youâd like.â
âNO!âÂ
The shriek that left you was nothing short of abashed. He leaned forward now, smirking at you conspiratorially. âWhat's wrong? I thought you needed,â he paused, as if recollecting the exact words you had said to humiliate you even further. âHands-on learning?â
You pointed to the door, biting back a scream. âGet out.â
The smirk only grew. âAw, but if sleeping with me is gonna help you write againââ
âOUT!â You glared, cheeks flaming. Your anxiety had prepared you for at least a hundred outright ridiculous situations that had no chance of ever occurring, but none of them accounted for the possibility of your best friend talking about sleeping with you. You couldnât fathom how he seemed so unaffected by it, as if he were speaking about something as mundane as the damn weather.
Caleb tongued his cheek, evidently fighting off another bout of laughter. He raised his hands to his sides in a placating gesture, but it did nothing to soothe your frazzled nerves. If anything, it only distracted you further, your eyes betraying you and straying to glance at his hands. A suppressed memory from last night resurfaced in your mind's eye, much to your displeasure.Â
You have very nice hands. Theyâre hot.
That was it. You were never going to touch alcohol again. Sobriety was your way of life now, seeing that you couldnât keep your mouth shut when under the influence. The next time you need to let off some steam, youâd have an iced coffee.
âAlright, alright, Iâll go.â He moved towards your door, hiding his teasing smile behind his fist, disguising his chuckle with an exaggerated cough. âBut Y/n?â
He didnât use his beloved pet name. You straightened slightly, momentarily pushing away your embarrassment at the sudden serious shift of his voice. He opened the door and paused, hesitating for a single second. Then, he looked back at you, all-consuming, violent eyes locking onto yours.Â
âI would do it if you asked.âÂ
You sighed heavily as you walked out of your last class of the day, rubbing the back of your neck and peering up into the darkening sky. Thursdays were the one day of the week when you had longer classes one after the other, which always resulted in you feeling exhausted by the end of it. You barely had the energy to even think about putting together dinner, which your best friend knew, always swinging by once your class ended with enough take-out for both of you and to walk you back to your dorm.Â
Which meantâŠ
âI hope youâre in the mood for Thai food.â
Caleb slid into your view with that easy-going smile of his, though lately and much to your annoyance, there seemed to be a knowing glint in his gaze every time it settled on you.Â
âIâm in the mood for anything edible.â You sighed as you began walking back to your dorm. He easily fell into step beside you, as always, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You supposed it was, considering how long your friendship had lasted. It would be almost twelve years soon, and honestly, you could hardly remember a time when he wasnât around.Â
He hummed, knowing how cranky you got when you were hangry. âSo easy to please.â It was the way he said it, knowing and with a tone so low that it almost resembled a purr. It had goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin. A little outraged at the way you reacted, you glanced over at him, only to find him already looking at you.
It was how he always looked at you, with conviction and every ounce of his attention. Yet, it felt different, more intense. Or maybe that was just your brain playing tricks on itself.Â
I would do it if you asked.
Those seven words had haunted you from the moment he had spoken them. The serious expression on his face mixed with the quiet way he had said itâ it had undoubtedly fucked you up a little more than you would have liked to admit. You were beyond infuriated and in complete disbelief over how he had simply offered to sleep with you. Like it wasnât a big deal or a very major, clear boundary that existed in friendships. In your friendship.Â
If you asked. Like it was that fucking simple. He left your dorm since you demanded it of him, but left you to deal with the aftermath of that absolutely criminal statement of his.Â
And then there was the teasing.Â
Relentless and unsteadying. Caleb would say something a little too suggestive or downright sexual before retreating and pretending like nothing had happened. Heâd hold your gaze a little longer, or let his touch linger, before looking away with a satisfied smirk. He knew damn well what he was doing, and although you did too, it didnât stop you from flushing or freezing up. It certainly didnât stop scenarios from writing themselves in your head.Â
He was torturing you for your little slip-up. He found it hilarious, and now you were the punchline for every joke that blossomed from it.Â
He cocked his head to the side now, a small, tilted smile on his lips as he spoke. âWhat's going on in at head of yours?â
You realised you had stopped walking, and so had he, instead standing right in front of you and occupying every part of your vision. âNothing.â
Caleb quirked an eyebrow, taking a step closer. âYou sure about that? Youâre obviously thinking about something.â The cadence of his voice had always been nice, but now the velvety smoothness of it put you on edge in more ways than one. âAre you maybe thinking aboutââ
âI am not thinking about that.â The statement tumbled out of you before you could bite your tongue. His eyes lit up mischievously.
âOh, so youâre thinking about something after all, are you?â
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, struggling to findd to find a comeback to that. Somehow, he was even closer now.Â
âMind telling me what exactly that is?â
âStop it,â You almost snarled, shooting him a withering look as you pushed him away in order to reclaim your personal space. This teasing streak of his was getting unbearable, especially since it was anything but innocent and was driving you up the wall. âOr Iâm gonna take the Thai food and leave you with nothing.â
An offended gasp. âYou wouldnât.â
âI would.âÂ
He laughed at your threat and finally let up on you, going back to being the Caleb you knew. He spoke of his classes and the group project he had due at the end of the week, for which he had terrible teammates to work with. It was jarring, how easily he could shift back into acting like he hadnât just insinuated something soâŠ.
Maybe it was just your dirty mind.Â
Unbeknownst to you, it definitely wasnât just your dirty mind. Caleb was mentally punching himself.Â
Caleb had had years of practising self-control when it came to you. Years of holding back and hiding the feelings he had for his best friend, shying away from every opportunity to divulge them. He knew how to keep his hands to himself, his mind from straying and his tongue from running into dangerous territory. He hadnât meant to do it, but your drunken confession had flipped a switch inside of him. The lines had gotten a little blurry, but he would never, in a million years, ever actually cross them.
So what the hell was wrong with him?Â
You still hadnât written a word. Unfortunately for you, you couldnât even complain about it in peace anymore. Not if you wanted to maintain even a modicum of your sanity.
The reason for said dwindling sanity was sitting beside you right now on his bed, his arm slung around your shoulder, fingers tracing abstract patterns on the top of your shoulder. Usually, this would have calmed you down and even made you sleepy, but it achieved the complete opposite right then. You were painfully awake, his feathery touch like electricity against your skin.Â
God, you were so fucked. You had hoped that Calebâs incessant teasing would have put a damper on your sudden, strong attraction towards him, but nothing of the sort had happened. It seemed to have only gotten worse, with you ending up being jumpy whenever he was around, and considering the amount you hung out with him, you were starting to resemble a kangaroo.
Around him, you were constantly tense and always on the precipice of being turned on. To say it was hellish would be an understatement.
âYouâre distracted,â he murmured as the credits of the movie you were watching played. Finally, the two of you had managed to find the time to have that movie night you had passed on weeks ago. You shook your head, glancing up at the clock that hung on his wall. It was a little past midnight.Â
âJust frustrated,â you said finally, because it was the truth in more ways than one. Your frustration with your writing, or lack of, ran deep, but now it was intertwined with another very persistent reason. Being sexually frustrated wasnât something you were used to dealing with.
He seemed to have caught on, though, his hand falling from your shoulder to your waist, curling around it. âWhy are you frustrated, Pipsqueak?â He drawled, turning his head so that he faced you now. Of course, heâd pick this moment to torment you, when you were already frazzled.
âNo reason,â you said quickly, voice clipped. A slow, languid smile stretched out on his lips.Â
âNo?â He asked, the side of his mouth tilting. âCould it beâŠ.â
âStop talking.â You despised how hoarse your voice sounded. You wantedâ no, needed him to stop doing this before it became unbearable. He was your best friend, for fucks sake. The smile on his annoyingly perfect face melted into a smirk that would have had your knees weak if you werenât already sitting down.Â
âI donât think I will.â He whispered, pulling you even closer as he dipped his head down until his lips brushed against your ear. It was like he wanted you to break, and god, you were so close to doing so. His hand slid up your waist just a little bit. A shiver ran through you, one you couldnât have suppressed if you tried.Â
âTell me,â He mumbled, the words sounding much too loud even though he was still whispering. âDo your frustrations have anything to do with a certain sex scene youâre trying to write?â
You inhaled sharply.
Rationality was a funny thing. Every bit of it seemed to disappear whenever you truly needed it. Things you had no business thinking rushed through your head, courtesy of your bright imagination that chose the most inconvenient moments to work. Thoughts you had suppressed and pushed aside every time they had the nerve to pop up swirled around.
The spark that you had been trying so hard to put out crackled to life in your core, its flames spreading all across your body like wildfire. You were painfully aware of every part of you that was in contact with him, his hand just above your waist, sitting there so possessively, his breath fanning across your neckâ fuck. It was too much, but somehow not enough all at once, and immediately you knew what you wanted.
More.
You snapped.Â
Something possessed you as you turned to look at him, a surge of confidence appearing out of nowhere as you drew closer to him. âYeah.â
He raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
Right then and there, three things became very clear to you. One: You wanted to write. Desperately and preferably sometime soon, because you did want to finish the first draft before you could go in and edit. Two: For some reason, you needed to have sex in order to get over the mental block you had when it came to writing it. Lastly, three: You only wanted to have sex with one person, and it was the man right beside you.
âMy frustration has everything to do with the sex scene.â You said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice was. âBut you can help with that, right?âÂ
Without waiting for his response, you got to your knees, swinging a leg over him and settling down on top. Surprise flickered in his eyes for a second as your hands found his shoulders to maintain your balance, before he spoke again.Â
âPipsqueak,â he started, voice low and careful, attempting to keep the teasing lilt in his voice but royally failing. âWhatâ exactlyâ are you doing?â
âYou told me to ask.â You muttered, dropping your gaze to his lips for a moment before letting it travel back up. âYou said youâd do it if I asked. Iâm asking right now.âÂ
Caleb couldnât respond, still staring up at you, eyes wide and ears a little redder than they normally were. Good. It was about time he had a taste of his own medicine. His hands found your waist again, and he blinked twice, slowly, and you prayed he wasnât all bark and no bite.Â
You wanted him to bite.
âY/n,â he muttered, âIâŠ.I know what I said.â
You raised an eyebrow, your hands slipping up his shoulders simultaneously until they were cradling his neck, playing with his hair at the nape of it. Was he shy? Now? After everything he had said and insinuated, he had the audacity to be all bashful? âSo then you know what Iâm asking for.â
âWellââ
âCaleb,â You cut him off, shifting so that you were closer. âIâm asking.âÂ
Conviction laced those words. You could tell he was reasoning with himself, god knows you could read him well enough to know when he was conflicted, when he bit the inside of his cheek before exhaling shakily.Â
âPips,â He rasped out your nickname. âYouâ youâre sure?â
You didnât recognise the look in his eyes right then as he looked up at you, but it had you unravelling all the same. You leaned in subconsciously, but he quickly moved one of his hands from your waist to your mouth, covering it as his jaw clenched, still studying you. âI need you to tell me youâre sure, Y/n.â
Oh, so this was actually happening. You could feel the heat of your breath recoil against your face because of his hand. The ticking of the clock in his room filled the charged silence between him and you, his fingers brushing against your chapped lips. You swallowed.
âIâm sure.â
Whatever had shifted in you five minutes ago seemed to shift in him as well now. He let his hand drop from your mouth, shamelessly staring at it. âWe shouldnât.â But he pulled you closer, his arms circling your waist and palms splayed out on the small of your back.Â
âItâs for research purposes,â You breathed out, doing your best to justify how badly you needed him. âPlease, Caleb, I needââ
He didnât let you finish.Â
You gasped as he crushed his mouth to yours, effectively shutting you up. The pressure of his lips against your own was dizzying, especially with the way they moved; slowly and precisely, as if he was committing the feel of your lips to his memory. You were hyperaware of his touch on your back, the warmth from his hands permeating through the thin fabric of the T-shirt you were wearing.
Pulling him closer, you tilted your head so you could kiss him better. For the number of times you had mentally chided yourself for even thinking about this, it felt remarkably natural to kiss him, your instincts taking over. Your fingers slipped into his hair, entangling in the dark strands and tugging lightly.
Caleb groaned, and you were on fire.Â
âGod, Y/n.â There was nothing playful about the way he mumbled your name into the kiss, and the unfamiliarity of it sent a shiver down your spine. His lips, soft and just a little hesitant, moved in tandem against your own, slotting in between them perfectly like you were pieces of the same puzzle, meant to be pushed together like so. He nipped at your lower lip before swiping his tongue over it to soothe the sting, and the intoxicating sensation drew out a needy whimper from you.Â
The second that sound escaped you, all indecision disappeared from his end, and the temperature in the room seemed to increase, growing hotter with every smack of his lips against yours. Kissing him was addictive, it felt as if neither of you could bear to pull away from each other.Â
Without warning, Caleb lifted you off of him and pressed you into the mattress, swiftly climbing on top of you. For a moment, he hovered, looking down at you, taking in the flush on your cheeks and heavy breathing, proud to have been the cause of your breathlessness despite barely doing a thing. Going in once again, he brushed his lips against yours teasingly, before giving you what you truly wanted, the intensity of the kiss taking a turn for feverish.
A hand of his slid up your side until he cupped your jaw oh-so gently, turning your face to the side to give him better access to your neck, upon which he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that had heat rush right to your core. The ache between your legs grew, slowly becoming unbearable, and you rubbed your thighs together with a whine, chasing any sliver of friction.Â
âShit,â he muttered against you, his other hand slipping underneath your shirt and coming into contact with your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise on the skin. Spreading his fingers and pressing lightly, he kept you from squirming. âPips, you gotta tell me to stop.â
âDonât you dare,â you almost snapped at him, impatient and so painfully aroused it was embarrassing. He couldnât hold back the breathless chuckle that escaped him as he moved lower, teeth grazing your collarbone.Â
âIf, at any point, you want to stop, tell me,â he gritted out, trying to hold onto any semblance of self-control he still possessed. âI donât wanna do anything youâre uncomfortable with.â
You nodded quickly. âI trust you.â
That was all he needed. Lifting his head slightly, he fumbled with the buttons of your shorts as he leaned back, all his weight on his knees. Once he managed to undo them, you lifted your hips slightly to help him tug them off your body. He settled between your legs, spreading them until the pretty cotton panties you wore were exposed.Â
Caleb swallowed, his breathing growing erratic and heavy. The wet patch on your panties was his undoing; everything about this situation was bound to be the death of him, but he was too far gone now. He let his hand trace up to your hips, hooking his finger through the waistband of your panties, toying with it.
âIs this ok?â The column of his throat bobbed as he stared up at you from between your legs. When you whispered a needy yes, he pulled the panties down your legs, his eyes darkening the moment they settled back on your core.Â
âY/n,â He said your name like he was drunk, a certain sense of reverence infused in his tone that had your cheeks kissed rouge. âYouâre even prettier than I thought.â
Than he thought? You would have to take the time to dissect that statement later, much too distracted to do so at the moment when he began peppering kisses along your inner thigh, starting from your knee and working his way upwards. The sensation of his mouth tantalisingly close to where you wanted it so badly was almost too much. Just the sight of him there was so erotic that it had your head swimming. You had never felt more vulnerable than you did right then, exposed and willing.
And then finallyâ finallyâ his breath fanned out over your soaked cunt, driving you insane. Liquid fire thrummed in your veins beneath the surface of your skin as your anticipation spilled over. He pressed a light, teasing kiss against your clit.Â
Caleb dragged his tongue over your slit, licking up it all the way to your clit, which he wrapped his lips around and sucked, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You gasped, bucking your hips up against him, and he chuckled, the sound sending vibrations up your body, from your toes to the top of your head.
âImpatient,â he chided. âLet me take my time with you, princess.â
The new pet name sounded so natural coming from him, and immediately, you knew you wanted to hear him call you that again. He flicked his tongue against the throbbing bud that had been aching for his attention this entire time, positioning your legs to rest over his shoulders. The sounds that left you were shamefully loud, and you had never been more grateful that he lived in a single dorm.Â
âCal- oh fuck,â You mewled when he swiped two of his fingers through your wetness, rubbing your folds.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he all but groaned against you, and you could feel more slick gush out of you at that. âIs this all for me?âÂ
Your back arched off the bed when he pressed a finger to your dripping entrance, nodding with a sense of desperation you had never experienced before. âYes,â you exhaled the word as he pushed his finger inside your pussy slowly, your jaw falling open at the pleasurable intrusion.Â
Slowly, he began pumping it in and out of you as he continued to give your clit the sweet attention it deserved, basking in the noises that you made. The pads of the fingers of his other hand dug into the flesh of your thigh, keeping you nice and spread out despite all your attempts to shut your legs around him.Â
When he introduced a second figure to your cunt, your hands found purchace in his hair, gripping and tugging as you panted, unable to focus on anything else. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tips of his fingers brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars, crooking inside you so perfectly. It was as if he knew exactly how to push you to the edge.
Your best friend was eating you out like a starved man and you were enjoying every fucking second of it. He could feel your legs begin to tremble, your impending orgasm building. Shamelessly, you bucked your hips against his face, and the moment he realised what you were doing, he increased the pace of his fingers.
âCome on baby,â he encouraged you, flattening his tongue against your clit and pulling you closer, spurring you on even further. You ground against his mouth desperately, feeling the coil in your core draw tight, so, so close.
âCaleb,â you stuttered his name helplessly, but he somehow understood, knowing just what you needed. âIâIâm gonnaââ
He scissored his fingers inside of you, hooking them just right as he gave your clit little kitten licks, determined to have you fall apart on his tongue. Your sweet gasps sent blood rushing straight to his cock, which was already painfully hard, confined in his jeans. Taking your mound into his mouth, he sucked harshly, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep in your sex.Â
A broken moan escaped you when your climax hit you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your legs shook, but he didnât let up, grinning proudly against you as he drove his fingers back into your gushing entrance, helping you ride out your high and prolonging it. Once he was satisfied, he lapped at you, refusing to waste even a single drop of your essence.Â
Caleb pulled away, and the sight of you nearly did him in. Eyes screwed shut in ecstacy and hair fanned out on his pillow, undoubtedly tangled from all your writhing. You looked like the picture of sin, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He climbed back, hovering over you again as he licked his lips.
Your eyes fluttered open, pupils blown out and dark due to the sheer level of desire that coursed through you. You were stunning, and he was destroyed, knowing that heâd never be able to forget the way you were looking at him right then. The way you tasted.
When he kissed you again, it was different. It was a heady mix of heat and tongue and want, messier than the kisses he gave you earlier, the control he had before nowhere to be seen anymore. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned, reaching out to touch him.Â
You started at his collar, dragging your hands down, down, down until you reached the hem of his shirt, whining against his mouth as you tugged at it.Â
âTake it off.â
Who was he to deny you? He stopped kissing you, sitting up so that he could pull the shirt off, exposing his torso for you. The way your eyes raked over him hungrily was more than gratifying, especially when they caught on the silver chain that hung from his neck, the pendant sitting on his chest. Tossing his shirt to the side, he pushed your own up your body, exposing the skin of your stomach.Â
âYour turn.â
You let him take off your shirt, tossing it to the side and slipping his hands slip behind your back. He silently asked for your permission, which you gave to him in the form of an impatient nod to which he smirked, unhooking your bra and peeling it off of you, letting the discarded garment join the rest of them on the floor.Â
One look at you and he was a goner.Â
âFuck,â he could feel himself straining his jeans as he took in the sight of your breasts, so perfect and plush. He allowed himself a moment to appreciate you in all your naked glory, before leaning back down, his mouth back on your overheated skin. He dragged his tongue down your neck, sucking and biting like there was no tomorrow.Â
His lips trailed downwards, kissing the swell of your breast before wrapping around your already hard nipple, stroking his tongue against the aching peak. He palmed the other breast, giving that nipple equal amounts of attention and rolling it under his thumb. You hissed in pleasure, breathless as you arched into his addictive touch.
You could barely think straight; everything he was doing to you sent you into complete overdrive. Every touch was criminally good, the simplest of them causing your arousal to increase tenfold. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since you had last had sex, but you had never before felt so frenzied.
Hooking your legs around his waist, you could feel the outline of him pressing against your thighs. Angling your hips, you pressed your bare pussy against his bulge, the roughness of the denim rubbing you just right. He looked up at you from your chest through hooded eyes, earning another whimper as he pinched your nipple.
âYou sound so good.â His words went straight to your head. âTell me what you want.â
He said it like it was a command, and who were you to disobey, especially when you knew exactly what you wanted?Â
âI want you inside me,â you whimpered, voice heated with lust.Â
How could he ever refuse you? Caleb gave you one last kiss before reaching over to his bedside table, grabbing something from the drawer and sitting up and unzipping his pants. You couldnât help but stare as he impatiently kicked off his jeans and boxers, eyes widening when you finally saw his cock.Â
Fuck, it was big. Long and painfully hard, you could hardly believe he was hard because of you, but the proof was in front of your very eyes. Your lower lip caught between your teeth as you drank in the sight of him, hyperaware of the wetness that coated your thighs.Â
He tore open the condom packet, smoothly sliding it onto himself before settling between your legs once.Â
âW-will it even fit?â You squeaked, a spike of fear cutting through the lust-filled haze of your mind. He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his lips and pressing your fingers to them, kissing your knuckles soothingly as he bit back a smile.Â
âItâll fit.âÂ
âButâ there's no way,â You spluttered, âItâs gonna hurt.â Not that the prospect of being in a little pain deterred you by any means, you were way too horny to stop now. Complaining was probably the least sexy thing you could have done in the moment, but he seemed unbothered, the dark, hungry glint in his eyes never fading. The amused look on his face, however, was not lost on you, nor was the way he bit the inside of his cheek, fighting a smile. You glared weakly.Â
âAre you laughing at me?â You asked, incredulous. âI swear to god, Caleb, youâre going to split me in half, and youâre laughing?â
âBaby,â He breathed, âYouâll be fine.â
âEasy for you to say!â
You wouldnât even blame him if he decided he was done with you and pulled his pants back on, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, he gripped your hips, grounding you to the moment.Â
Both of you were completely nude, and despite this, you had never felt more comfortable. Not when he looked at you like that, like you were something sacred.Â
âRelax, Pips, Iâve got you,â He whispered, sensing your apprehension. You exhaled shakily as he pressed his hard-on against your folds, groaning at just how wet you were. âEyes on me.â
The way he took control so naturally was alarmingly attractive. You looked up, locking your eyes with his, unable to stay silent when the head of his cock rubbed against your swollen clit. âO-oh.â
He shuddered at the feeling, dropping a little so that he was keeping himself up on his elbows. His necklace swung above you just like you had imagined as he ground against you, but it still wasnât enough. âReady?âÂ
You didnât think youâd ever be ready, but you wanted it so badly you didnât even care. Nodding eagerly, you intertwined your fingers with his, letting him press the back of your hands into the mattress. When his tip caught at your entrance, you whined. âPlease.âÂ
Having you beg him like that was dangerous. He squeezed your hands, and then slowly, carefully, sank into your wet heat, inch by devastating inch. Your jaw slackened, loudly moaning his name as he filled you up and stretched you out so pleasurably. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he pushed into you until he bottomed out, going breathless himself. One glance down to where the two of you were connected had him actively having to fight off coming right then and there.Â
Caleb was in heaven, and he was fucking delirious. He forced himself to stay still, moaning lowly when he felt your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. âYouâre doing so well, princess.â He praised, lowering his head to your neck and burying his face in the crook of it, inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm himself down.Â
There was so much wrong with this, so why did it feel so right? You felt so perfect, like you were made for him.
âCaleb,â You whimpered once the sting faded, letting go of his hands and looping your arms around his neck, âMove. I need you to move.âÂ
He pulled out until only his tip remained inside of you, before sheathing himself again, causing you to curve off the bed, nails digging into his skin. He did it again and again, nearly growling when he felt you grow even wetter, coating the length of his cock in your slick. Wet sounds that had your cheeks burning filled the room repeatedly.
âFuck baby, youâre so tight,â He practically growled, contrasting the tender pace he set, telling you he was holding back for your sake. You could feel every inch of him as he dragged against your walls, reminding you how big he was with every thrust. Â
Your friendship was potentially ruined, but it felt too good for you to care. With your legs locked behind his back, you gripped his biceps, a wanton moan escaping you as your eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure overriding every other sensation. Â
âSo good,â words were hard to put together, and he understood and nodded, holding your hips so tight you were sure there would be marks, just like the marks that blossomed all over your neck and chest from his earlier ministrations. Right now, though, you didnât care about that, consumed by the waves of euphoria rushing through you.
Slowly, the frequency of his thrusts increased, rendering you completely winded and unable to do anything but gasp for air. You felt another orgasm steadily build up inside you.Â
Then he tipped his hips a certain way, the tip of his cock brushing against a spot that made you cry out his name, throwing your head back into his pillows. The look on your face was something he wanted to imprint in his memory; the desire lacing your voice was beyond exhilarating.Â
Caleb could feel his own impending high, so tightly wound because of just how long he had waited for something like this. When you clenched around him, he knew you were close as well, but the act nearly did him in.
âDonât do that.â his voice was all scratchy and strained, but you promptly did it once again, high off the notion that you were affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. His hips stuttered against yours as his violet eyes flashed. âFucking hell.â
âOh my god,â you moaned, âI canâtââ
âLook at me,â he demanded, âI want you to look at me when you come all over my cock.â
Never in a million years would you have thought your best friend would be so good at dirty talk, but the shock quickly melted into obedience as you managed to hold his heated gaze. Reaching between the two of you, his index finger found your engorged clit and rubbed circles against it.Â
You squealed, overly sensitive. âShitâIâm gonnaâ Cal-!â
âCome for me.âÂ
Caleb would never forget how you looked: at his mercy, crying out his name over and over like it was a prayer as you came, spilling over his cock with a euphoric sob. He snapped his hips to yours with renewed urgency, drawing out your second climax and prolonging the feeling. When he saw the fucked out look on your face, it hit him at once.Â
With one final thrust, he buried himself inside you, coming with a moan, burying his face in your neck once again. His body was damp against yours, his hair tickling you as you breathed heavily. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds, recovering from the intensity of what had just happened.
Wordlessly, he pulled out of you gently, the sudden emptiness you felt having you whimper softly. Peeling the condom off, he tossed it in the bin next to his bed before climbing off of you, muttering something about being back. Seconds later, you felt a warm, wet cloth drag over your core. He cleaned you up, pressing little kisses to the inner side of your thighs.
Once he was done, he gathered you in his arms and pulled you close, kissing your temple.Â
âAre you okay?â He asked, pulling away just enough so he could try and gauge how you felt, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone as he cupped your face tenderly. âI didnât hurt you, right?â
You shook your head and leaned into his touch, completely spent. âNo, it was perfect.â
He sighed in relief. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. âYou did so well,â he murmured into your hair, massaging your scalp gently. âYou were amazing, actually.â Another kiss to your forehead made you simper as your eyes closed, exhaustion settling into you now that the adrenaline had faded. âTired?â
âYeah,â You mumbled. Your legs entangled with his, and he stopped talking, tracing shapes on your back while you drifted off to sleep. He watched you for a bit, savouring the skin-on-skin contact, his mind reeling from what had just happened.Â
This was strangely normal, no awkwardness or post-nut clarity hitting either of you. Your body lay against his with all of you pressed up against him like that was exactly where you belonged. He could feel the beating of your heart, strong and steady in your slumber, whereas his remained erratic and fast. This was more than just a taste that he had had of you; it was the entire deal, and the knowledge of it all had his morals scattered and all over the place, because now that he knew what he knew, well.
Caleb wasnât sure heâd be able to stop.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing.
At the time, you had justified sleeping with Caleb as research, something you needed to do in order to get it out of your system. You had assumed, albeit foolishly, that once it was over, youâd be able to go back to normal and continue with your life.
But research was an activity that required constant revisiting. Most of it had to be repeated over and over, especially if it included gathering data from an experiment. There was always a control, and then variations of the experiment would be conducted to record the differences in the outcomes.Â
At least, that was what you were telling yourself right now as you straddled him, his cock buried inside you.
Truthfully, you didnât know how this had happened. After that day, everything seemed to be normal, until he showed up at your dorm to help you study for a class he had also taken when he was in his sophomore year. One thing led to another, or rather, one heated touch later, you found yourself under him once again.
And then it happened again, and kept happening. Whispers of it being just for research mixed in with both of your moans became a melody you were more than used to. This was all for your book, after all. For the sake of accuracy and your integrity as a writer.
Definitely not because of how mindblowing sex with Caleb was.
And it absolutely was.Â
He had made you completely insatiable for him, and almost every time the two of you hung out in one of your dorms, it ended up with both of you in bed. Every other aspect of your friendship remained exactly the same, though, which left you considerably confused. He didnât look at or treat you any differently, poking fun and driving you up the wall, staying his usual reliable self.Â
Calebâs hand cradled the back of your head as he kissed you now, fingers entangled in your hair and pulling slightly. You moaned softly against his lips, grinding on him.
You were in one of his shirts, panties tugged to the side since he hadnât had the patience to take them off, needing to be inside of you as quickly as possible. Despite his earlier hurriedness, the pace the two of you settled on now was almost teasing, slowly rocking against him as you lazily chased the delicious high that you had gotten so used to experiencing these past two weeks.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous,â he muttered, more to himself than you, hand slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast, squeezing. When he caught you biting your lip, he tutted, letting go of your hair and using his thumb to release it from your teeth. âAh, ah, donât do that, youâll hurt yourself, pretty girl.â
âToo good,â you complained in that whiney, desperate tone he had gotten so addicted to. Pinching your nipple for good measure, he smirked up at you when you squealed.Â
Caleb quickly learned that he loved having you on top of him. Getting you all to himself like this was a privilege in itself, but fucking you while you wore his shirt? He was on cloud nine. He could feel himself throb in your sweet pussy that welcomed him so eagerly, in turn pulsing around him.Â
He cursed under his breath when you started to bounce, eager to get to the finish line with him. He sounded so good when he swore, youâd never understand it, just like how you wouldnât get how he looked so pretty with a flush decorating his face and sex-mussed hair.
Gripping his shoulders, you tipped your head back, giving him access to your neck. He had taken to marking you up as and when he pleased, new hickeys surprising you every time you glanced in the mirror. Despite his tendency to leave them in places everyone could very easily spot them, you didnât tell him to stop simply it just felt so good.Â
Everything with Caleb felt good, and not only did it feel good, but you felt completely safe. He was so attentive, doing the most to make sure you were never in any pain, often times focusing more on getting you off rather than himself.Â
He thrust up into you suddenly, his earlier impatience returning, and you cried out, falling into his chest. He held you, working you through it and dragging you closer and closer to release. One of your hands fell to his torso, tracing the hard lines of his abs and trailing downwards before your fingers found your clit and rubbed.
Shit. If having you ride him was good, being able to watch you touch yourself as you did was unbelievable. When you came, you came hard, and the feeling of it tipped him over the edge.Â
You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
You didnât bother moving, clinging to him even tighter like you couldnât bear to not be touching him in some way as you came down from your high. He smelled like sex, sweat, and that cologne of his that you loved. It was the reason you stole his clothes so much and why you were wearing his shirt even now.
Your first time with Caleb was the getaway drug, and now you were addicted to him, to having his hands caressing you all over and him whispering praises in your ear.Â
âHey there,â He chuckled, rubbing your back. âAll good?â
âGreat even,â You mumbled, sitting up properly before finally lifting yourself off of him. You failed to register how jelly-like your legs felt, promptly losing your balance. He caught you before you fell, grinning.Â
âCanât walk?â You could hear how smug he was without even having to look at him. It was then that you registered the burn in your thighs and huffed.Â
âDonât sound so proud about it.â
âYouâre no fun,â he pouted, leaving you to scoff as he helped you to your feet, following suit. âIâll help you clean up. Do you wanna watch the new episode after?âÂ
Ah yes. Of course, heâd start talking about anime after taking away your ability to stand. That had been the reason he had shown up at your dorm in the first place, but the moment he saw you wearing his shirt, it had quickly become an afterthought. Â
The whiplash you felt was indescribable, and you could only nod, letting him pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. After a quick shower and change of clothes, the two of you settled down with your laptop like nothing had happened, your head resting on his shoulder as you focused on the show.
Neither of you bothered to talk about your redefined friendship despite having sex regularly. It was justâŠ.a new addition. A benefit that you were both taking advantage of, nothing more and nothing less.Â
But even as you reminded yourself of that now, you found yourself doubting it.
There was something to be said about formal events.Â
You enjoyed getting dolled up as much as the next girl, but that was where the fun ended. Having to sit through the event was boring and not the way you liked to spend your Friday evenings. You would have much preferred staying in and catching up on some much-needed sleep.
The editor of your universityâs paper, Jenna, had organised an affair that was being held in one of the college halls. She had worked very hard on it, inviting several alumni who were all successful in the fields of journalism and writing back so that the current batch of students had the chance to make connections. It was open to the entire student body, but she had made it clear that everyone on the paper was obligated to attend.Â
Connections were what helped people get further in life. You were grateful for the opportunity to interact with industry professionals, but didnât understand why she had insisted on keeping it a black tie affair. That probably had something to do with keeping up appearances.Â
You stood off to the side, sipping on your cranberry juice from a cup that was made for something much more refined. So far, you had spoken to a couple of the guests, but seeing that you had been here for over an hour already, your social battery was slowly dying out. The dress you wore was a black number, floor length, form-fitting and plain except for the slit that reached up to a little above your knee. Perfect for an event like this, not too much and on power with what everyone else was wearing.Â
Still, it was a little overstimulating. You guzzled down the rest of your juice and placed the empty glass down on one of the tables.Â
âYouâre welcome, by the way.â
You spun on your heels immediately at that voice, eyes widening and settling on the culprit who stood two, maybe three steps away from you.Â
âCaleb?â You asked in disbelief, taking in his presence. He was wearing a suit.
âThe one and only,â he grinned, his hands stuffed in his pockets. âHere to rescue you from your boredom.â
âWhat are you even doing here?â To say this wasnât his scene would be an understatement. He didnât like wearing the whole suit getup, much preferring casual clothing. Hell, Caleb hadnât even attended his high school prom (though when you asked why, he would never give you a straight answer), opting to spend the night in with you instead.Â
He looked unfairly good. The collar of his shirt hid those lovely collarbones of his and reminded you of how you had bit down on them the other day, the bottom of it tucked into black slacks. He had even worn dress shoes, instead of the sneakers he so loved and a tie around his neck. The entire getup.
âI literally just told you why. To get you out of here. Are you hard of hearing now?â
You returned his jibe with an exasperated sound. âI meant here, at this thing.â
âOh. Well, you did mention it was open to anyone yesterday,â he shrugged, grabbing a glass of juice and sipping on it. âSo that editor of yours technically canât complain about me being here.âÂ
That was true. Still, you found yourself bewildered as you stared at him. He was here. For some reason, even though he was allowed to be here, it didnât make sense to you. You pressed your lips together and cocked your head to the side, studying him.Â
âSo you dressed up and came here.âŠonly to convince me to leave?â The notion sounded strange even to you. Why on earth would he do that? He finished up his drink and put it down next to your empty glass, taking a step closer to you. The simple movement had butterflies erupt in the pits of your stomach.
What the hell?
âStop thinking so much. Do you want to stay?â
You considered it. âNot really, no.â
âDo you enjoy arguing with me for no reason, woman?â he muttered dryly under his breath, his eyes catching on something over your head. âOn second thought, I think you should stay a little longer.â
Now you were just plain confused. One moment he was talking about saving you from boredom, and the next he was insisting you stay? Before you could undoubtedly start another argument just to spite him, he took you by your shoulders and spun you around, pointing in a certain direction. When you figured out what, or rather, who he was gesturing to, you couldnât hide your gasp.Â
âIsnât that the author you like?â
You could only nod dumbly. âRaymond.â Last year, you had a phase where you only read his books day in and day out, absorbing the stories he spun like a sponge. His books were the reason you had decided to start writing your own in the first place, inspired by his storytelling skills.Â
Caleb nudged your side gently, âGo.â
âHowââ you cut yourself off, looking up at him. âHow do you even remember that?â You werenât sure why this entire interaction with him was throwing you off so much, but you felt completely unbalanced. You hadnât spoken about Raymond or his work in a long time, so how did he know? He shrugged noncommittally.Â
âI know you.â He said it so plainly, like it was something trivial and basic, but his eyes bored into yours.Â
Had Caleb always looked at you with such quiet intensity?
He nudged your side gently, reminding you to move. Forcing yourself out of your stupor, you promised him you wouldnât take too much time and walked over, buzzing with excitement.
The conversation itself wasnât long, but it was insightful. He answered all your questions about the industry, and you even had the chance to share for appreciation for Raymond's work as well as ask him questions that you had about his novels. You gave him your utmost attention when he gave you advice, but when he started talking about his characters, your eyes and mind wandered.
Back to your best friend, who was waiting for you on the other end of the hall, leaning against one of the walls and scrolling through his phone. He didnât give a flying fuck about this event, but had still come here for your sake, even when you hadnât asked him to. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours, and flashing you a small smile.
Oh.
You looked away and back at Raymond, nodding politely and tuning yourself back into the conversation. Internally, however, you were freaking out. Something was very wrong; that was the only reason you could conjure up at the moment for what was happening to you. How else could you explain the sudden sweatiness of your palms, or the odd, fluttery feeling in your stomach? Maybe it was the excitement you felt from meeting the author you loved so much, but even as you considered this possibility, you knew it wasnât the answer you were looking for.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
This could not be happening. You plastered a smile on your face as you tried to pay attention to whatever Raymond was talking about, but the damage was done. Your brain had never been one to let go of a single thought you had, especially ones that had to do with Caleb. He had a hold on you that no one else did, and why was that?
Because you liked Caleb.
The horrifying realisation hit you, startling you out of your rapidly spiralling thought process. Blinking, you realised Raymond was done speaking.Â
âThank you so much for your time,â You said, trying not to sound as troubled as you felt. The author smiled at you before turning to another student.Â
Swallowing the newfound lump in your throat, you turned around and walked back to Caleb. This was bad. Having sex with him was already vaguely immoral and probably something that shouldnât have happenedâ and shouldnât keep happening like it didâ but having feelings for him? That was out of the question.
âGood talk?â He asked, slipping his phone into his pocket. The genuine interest he had in your excitement made the entire situation worse. Why were you noticing all this now, of all times? It wasnât like he had suddenly turned into someone considerate. He had always been this way; it was written into his DNA.Â
You realised he had even tried to tame his hair for today. âIt was great.â
âIâm glad. Now I can steal you away from this place.â His eyes were lit up with mischief, just like they did when the two of you were younger and he did something he wasnât supposed to. Ever the rebel, this one.Â
You felt a little guilty. All this effort for you? It seemed completely useless. âOkay, but Caleb, seriously, you didnât have to do this.âÂ
He frowned. âDidnât have to do what?â
âThis!â You waved in his general direction and then gestured around. âI mean, you donât even like wearing a suit, but here you are. Itâs not like it's compulsory for you like it is for me. You could be doing anything else.â You were rambling, you knew, but it was hard to stop. He rolled his eyes.Â
âHas that stopped me before?â
You paused. âWhat do you mean?â
âI show up to your newsroom even though Iâm sure Jenna wants to castrate me for breaking the rules so much.â He raised an eyebrow. âI attended that lecture of yours when you had a presentation. You know Iâm here because I want to be.â You knew he said stuff like this all the time, you always were the recipient of his support. This was normal.
But it didnât feel normal. For fucks sake, this was the boy you had grown up with. He had seen you fall off your bike, fail tests and puke your guts out when drunk. In each of those situations, he had also been the one to pick you up and bandage your wounds, help you study and hold your hair back for you.Â
Did he think it was an obligation now?Â
âYouâŠ.you shouldnât feel like you have to do that.â You said slowly, but he didnât let you continue.
âOh, please. Everyone knows that where you go, I go too.â He flicked your forehead, immediately receiving a glare in return. âWeâre likeâŠâŠ.â He stopped for a moment, eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing like they always did when he was thinking hard about something. Then he snapped his fingers. âWeâre like those yoghurt-granola snack packs!â
You stared at him blankly. âWhat?â
âYou know.â He decided to explain his stupid analogy, as if your head wasnât muddled enough. âThose things you can buy at the grocery store. The small yoghurt tubs that have a container filled with granola on top of them? Like, theyâre both okay separately, but much better when together. People buy those packs for a reason.â He slipped his phone back into his pockets and beamed at you. âWeâre like that.â
Oh my god. That barely made any sense. You werenât sure if you were mortified because of that terrible explanation or because it hadnât put a damper on your newfound feelings for him. âYouâre such a fucking dork.â
He feigned offence, holding his hand over his heart. âExcuse me? You mean cute, right?â
Right. Wait, no, you didnât. Ugh. âI think youâre ridiculous.â
âAre you coming with me or not, Pips?â
âBut Jenna insisted-â
He rubbed a hand over his face in annoyance before fixing you with a droll look. âWould you rather be here or be with me?â
Be with you.Â
You ignored the way your stomach flipped. You didnât have the time or the mental stability to process everything that was happening to you right now. The logical part of your brain swooped in, telling you that you were just confused because of the sex. Yes, that was it. You did not have feelings for Caleb Xia.
Sighing, you relented. âYou.â Saying that didnât mean anything, after all. Nothing about the two of you meant anything, so there was no reason for you to be freaking out, even if it sounded like you had just confessed. A wide grin made a show on his face when he realised he had won, and he tilted his head towards the exit.
âFinally. Wanna get out of here?â
âJust to be clear, this is not what I meant when I asked if you wanted to get out of there.â
You huffed out a soft laugh, fingers curling around his tie as you tugged him closer. âNo? Could have sworn you planned for us to end up in a janitor's closet.â
Caleb bit back a laugh of his own, knowing that making too much noise would get both of you in trouble. After leaving the event, somehow, his guiding hand on your hip had turned into the two of you making out in the hallway. You blamed the mess that your head was in for not realising what a bad idea that was immediately, but once you did, you did the most responsible thing you could think of.
And dragged him into the janitor's closet that was close by.
Naturally.
He braced a hand over your head on the cabinet that you were leaning against, essentially caging you in as he dipped his head to kiss you again. âPretty sure that was youâre doing.â
âExcuse me? Youâre the one who kissed me first!â You protested against his mouth, but could hardly complain when he kissed you like it was a relief to do so. Honestly, he was probably the best kisser you had ever experienced.
That must have been the reason for your spiralling thoughts. That and the amazing sex that you were so weak to.Â
Yep. Thatâs all. Anyone could be susceptible to such things.
âCan you blame me? Have you seen yourself in this dress?â His free hand slipped into the slit at your knee, slowly dragging the rest of the dress up until it was bunched up around your waist. âYouâre stunning.â
He couldnât stop kissing you. He knew he shouldnât have kissed you out there like he had the right to, because he was well aware of the unspoken rules of this arrangement, but he couldnât help it. If getting too comfortable with whatever you had going on with him was a crime, a sin, then he was a criminal of the highest order. The worst part? He didnât feel a shred of guilt.
But you were wearing that fucking cherry lip gloss, and god knnows he had waited long enough to taste it.
Warmth spread over your chest first before it rushed to the apex between your legs. The control he seemed to have over your body was truly astounding. In his hands, you were putty.Â
âYou donât look so bad yourself,â You whispered back, loosening the knot of his tie and pulling it off completely, dropping it to the side. âThis suits you.â
His lips twitched. âThe suit suits me?â
âShut up and kiss me, loser.â
He complied, grinning against your mouth as he pulled you into another earth-shattering kiss that did positively nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. Stubbornly, you pushed down the feelings bubbling around the confines of your heart, refusing to give them any attention if you could help it.Â
You gripped the front of his suit jacket, helping him peel it off his shoulders and letting it join his tie on the floor. Without warning, he pressed a knee in between your legs, and you nearly melted against him.Â
Sex was great. Sex with him was phenomenal. This was just the lust getting to you.Â
Caleb gripped the leg that your slit now exposed and lifted it, propping it up against his waist. He trailed his fingers against your inner thigh, his touch feather-light yet scorching at the same time. When his index and middle finger pressed against your clothed cunt, you were glad for the hot he had on you, pressed up against the cabinet, because you would have surely buckled if not.Â
âWow,â he mumbled amusedly, pushing your panties to the side and teasing your wetness. âYou really like the suit, huh?â
The fact that this type of interaction was now commonplace should have been the first sign that things had gone too far.Â
Usually, you couldnât think straight when he touched you like this, but today it was all a mix of feeling way too much and dangerous, fleeting thoughts that made you want to tear your hair out.Â
âMaybe,â You peppered kisses along the column of his throat, determined to get out of your head and focus only on how good he could make you feel. Pleasure and person were entirely separate entities, and you would make sure it stayed that way.
âSuit kink.â
âNever say that again.âÂ
He only smirked, plunging his fingers into you. All you could do was cry out as you gripped the front of his shirt, momentarily forgetting that you were supposed to be quiet. Quickly, his palm covered your mouth, muffling any further sounds you could make. âCanât have you being loud here, princess. What if someone catches us?â
The way you practically gushed the moment he suggested someone catch you in such a compromising position was downright embarrassing. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned even lower and whispered. âOh? You like that?â
You whined against his hand, cheeks flushing furiously. You began fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt, and he chuckled lowly.Â
âFor someone who likes my suit so much, you sure are trying to get rid of it quickly.âÂ
âFor someone who was dying to kiss me two minutes ago, you talk too much.â You rocked your hips against his hand even as you sassed him back. He moved his hand from your mouth into your hair, carding it through gently, tugging slightly to tilt your head back for him so he could kiss you again, swallowing every sound you made.Â
No one could sue you for being attracted to a hot man. That was just biology.
You could feel the familiar tightening of your core, signalling your impending crash. You broke away from the kiss, licked your lips and palmed him over his pants, earning a hiss of pleasure in return.Â
âDonâtâ donât do that,â He choked out, and you smirked triumphantly, refusing to relent on your movements. Batting your eyelashes, you stared up at him through them in faux innocence, unaware that it affected him so much more than you thought.Â
âJust fuck me already.â You whined, half out of desperation for him and party because now you needed him to fuck you to prove to yourself that this was just sex. To be able to brush away all the compliments he dropped that seemed to go straight to your head, to get the intoxicaing fucking way he kissed you out of your head and away from further dissection. To stop the slow-burning feeling of yearning that was growing inside of you for the boy you had grown up with.
Because you couldnât possibly have feelings for him. You shouldnât.
âFuck, okay,â He slipped his fingers out of you and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his cock. You would never get used to the sight of it, precum already leaning out of the tip; the image itself sending shivers down your spine in anticipation of him.Â
He pressed back against you, grinding it against your fluttering pussy, going right back to making out with you. It was like he was devouring you whole, claiming every part of you like it had always belonged to him. You could feel yourself get carried away again, forgetting that this was just something he and you did now.Â
And then he froze.Â
âShit,â he muttered. âI donât have a condom.âÂ
You were too far gone to even care anymore. Cupping his face, you pulled him into another messy kiss, beyond delighted when he moaned, still rubbing his length through your slick folds with a want that rivalled your own. âPut it in.â
Caleb gritted his teeth. âPips, thatsââ
âIâm on birth control,â you kissed his jaw. âAnd I trust you. Iâve always trusted you.â
That was undeniably the truth. He was the one person in the world that you didnât have to think twice about when it came to anything, no matter what the situation. He blinked down at you, pupils blown wide with desire but somehow still so focused on you, holding your sides so gently as he hesitated, silently dealing with the conflict in his head.Â
âIâŠ..are you sure?â
Oh, this sweet, considerate boy. How could you not love him? The thought was instantly forced to be a passing one as you push it away, refusing to acknowledge it.Â
âCaleb, if you donât stick your dick inside of me right now, I will cut it off.â The threat earned you a winded chuckle from his end, the strain in his face from holding back so painfully evident. Realising he needed another push, you looked into his eyes, bucking your hips against him and licking your lips as you purred. âNow, fuck me.â
There was a reason you phrased it like that. Crude and so filthy, the words set out a challenge for him. If there was one thing you knew about Caleb, it was that he could never back down from a challenge. His eyes darkened as he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them together above your head with one hand, positioning his cock at your entrance.
Without another warning, he slammed into you, once again covering your mouth to soften the obscenely loud broken moan that left you. He pressed his fingers against your lips, smirking mischievously.Â
âThis is what you wanted, hmm?â He groaned in your ear as he fucked you hard, making it increasingly difficult for you to stay silent. You knew he was doing it on purpose, remembering how he had briefly confessed that he liked it when you were vocal, but here? Here it was risky and stupid, and you couldnât believe how into it you were.
âYes,â You gasped, biting his hand at a particularly hard thrust, doing your utmost best to keep all your noises to a minimum. He was just so good, and the feeling of him bare inside of you was almost too much for you.Â
âGod baby, you feel incredible,â he panted, never relenting on his pace for even a second. His breathing was heavy in your ear, almost pained, along with soft grunts that only succeeded in making you even wetter.
âSo b-big,â you could only whimper, too caught up in it all to speak properly.Â
He had well and truly ruined you for anyone else. Your heart and mind were at war with each other, but your body was perfectly content with how he held you like this. With nothing between you, he fucked you raw, and it felt so much more intimate than you thought it would have. You could feel everything, hyperaware of every touch and kiss and overwhelming drag of his cock in your sobbing cunt.Â
For a moment, you almost wished it wasnât this good. If only you had never succumbed to your desires that day, maybe you wouldnât have found yourself in this position, fighting so desperately against feelings that felt so wrong and right at the same time. All this was supposed to have been a temporary fix, a means to an end. Not the start of something you could never see through.Â
When both of you came, it was intense and devastating, holding onto each other like nothing else mattered. You could feel him fill you up with his cum and as you went limp, one last terrifying realisation making itself known to you.Â
It wasnât just sex.Â
A shattered breath escaped you at the revelation, and you shut your eyes, trying to reason with yourself one last time, but to no avail. Caleb surrounded you completely, holding you up upright with so much care, so deliberately, that it made total sense why you felt this way. With unending affection, he pulled you against him and kissed the crown of your head.Â
âThats my girl.â
Except you werenât. And it would be better for everyone if you remembered that.
You were writing.Â
It had been so long since you had been able to write like this, but the ability had come rushing back to you all of a sudden. Your fingers flew across your keyboard as you steadily typed, focused and satisfied at the work you were producing for the first time in months.
It was two in the morning when you finally snapped out of your concentrated state, yawning as you shut your laptop. Stretching, you quietly padded to your bathroom to get ready for the night and go to bed. You couldnât believe you had written almost half of the sex scene when even the prospect of starting it had sounded so unachievable not too long ago.Â
Courtesy of Caleb, you had plenty of material to pull from.
You splashed water on your face, hoping the cool temperature of it would help you stop thinking about him. To say you were frustrated with your feelings was an understatement; you outright despised them.Â
This was your fault, you knew damn well it was. If you were going to get a fuckbuddy, it should have been someone who you werenât so close to, someone you had no personal connections with. Anyone but the best friend you've had since you were seven years old, who you knew like the back of your hand, who knew you like it was second nature to do so.
Gripping the sides of the sink, you shut your eyes, grounding yourself to the moment. Part of you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. How on earth did you let yourself get in such a predicament?
You needed it to stop. For these confusing feelings to leave before things got even more complicated than they already were. Somehow, you needed to forget about them.
But how could you possibly do that? How were you supposed to forget the deliberate way he kissed you, or how good he made you feel when he looked at you that way? How were you supposed to get the scent of his cologne out of your sheets and closet, or pretend like you didnât know what it was like to be touched by him?Â
How on earth were you supposed to get over being in love with him?
You didnât even notice him walking in.Â
Writing for your book again meant that you had fallen behind quite a bit when it came to the work you had due for the paper. As a result, you had to stay behind and work late on the articles you had to present to Jenna, stuck at your desk in the newsroom when it was almost nine-thirty at night.
âThought Iâd find you here.âÂ
Your eyes flickered up to find Caleb standing in front of your desk, one hand stuffed in his pockets and the other holding a bag of takeout from a diner that both of you liked. He gave you a soft, knowing smile that made your mouth go dry.Â
âHey,â you straightened up in your seat, knowing that your posture tended to get worse the longer you wrote for. âYou were looking for me?â
âNot exactly.â He grabbed a chair and parked it next to yours, sitting down. âI just figured youâd be working and forget to have dinner.â
âOh.â
He was right, and you would have been embarrassed if this hadnât happened before. Wordlessly, he began unpacking the takeout he had gotten. âTake a break for ten minutes and eat, okay?âÂ
This was just like him. Knowing exactly when you needed to be taken care of while being well aware you could do just fine by yourself. You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him, apprehensively nodding slowly.Â
âOkay.â
You grabbed a fry and began to chew, turning to face him and away from the computer. He looked the same as always, unkempt hair and all. It was like he knew you were tired and a little out of it today without you even having to tell him, falling into a comfortable silence as he ate with you.Â
There wasnât another soul in this world that knew you so intimately. In the past, this wouldnât have scared you, because you were so used to him and the ways he fit into your life so perfectly. Now, it frightened you to no end, reminding you of how much you had to lose when it came to Caleb. He was the most precious person in your life, which made it so much easier to fear losing him.Â
If there were rules when it came to having a best friend, you were certain you had broken all of them. Number one: Donât sleep with your best friend. Already off to a rough start with that one, it seemed, but there was nothing you could do about it anymore. Number two: Donât fall for your best friend. You doubted you even needed to go over the rest of the rules. Breaking those two had caused you enough damage.Â
Finishing up his food, he took a sip of his soda, noticing you were watching him intently. For the first time in a long time, he couldnât quite decipher the look in your eyes. It almost felt as if you were hiding it from him on purpose.
He tilted the soda cup to you, silently asking if you wanted some of his. You leaned closer and took the straw in your mouth, taking a couple of sips before looking away.Â
Something was off. âIs everything okay?â
You pressed your lips together and gave him a half smile. âYeah, everything's fine.â
Caleb narrowed his eyes at you, reaching out and propping a finger under your chin, lifting your face so you were forced to look at him.Â
âPipsqueak,â He mumbled, dropping his gaze to your mouth for a split second, but it was enough to make you feel like you were set on fire. Like you were made of porcelain, he swiped his thumb next to your lower lip, rubbing away a stray crumb that had stuck there from your food. Then he looked at your mouth again, subconsciously leaning towards you as if he was about to kiss you.Â
Immediately, you jerked out of his touch. Guilt ate away at you when you noticed how he reacted to this, the flash of hurt that passed over his face as he frowned. As much as you hated being the cause of it, the way he was looking at you has started to inexplicably hurt. You were unable to stop the tenderness that unfolded in your chest anymore. It was potent, too real to fight against.Â
âWe should stop.â
The words were out of your mouth before you could think about them any further, inciting confusion. He retracted his hand, the corners of his furrowed eyebrows tilting upwards. âDinner? Because weâre pretty much done with that anyway.â
You could have taken advantage of his confusion and put this conversation off for a while, but you knew that letting this go on any longer would end up being torturous.Â
âNo, Caleb,â You looked away, trying to ignore the way your throat seemed to close in on itself. âIâm not talking about dinner.â
âThen what are you talking about?â His voice took on that impossibly soft tone it did when he was trying to understand how you were feeling to properly help or sympathise with you. It was something he did when you were younger and got hurt, and he wanted to make sure you knew you werenât dealing with it alone.Â
Sucking in a breath of air, you looked down at your hands in your lap, playing with your fingers. âI think we should stop having sex.â
A beat passed. You could feel the weight of his stare on you. âOkay.â
You werenât sure where to go from there, your heart pounding within your ribcage like it was trying to escape. The light from your computer felt too harsh and the ticking of the clock hands was unnaturally loud in the stiff silence that settled over the two of you. Clearing his throat, he spoke again.Â
âDidâŠDid I do something?â
âNo,â the caution yet dejected way he said it made you blurt that out quickly, refusing to let him think something was completely wrong. âYou didnât. At all. Itâs justâŠ..â You trailed off, biting your tongue and regretting bringing this up already. âIâŠ.I wrote the scene.â
âThe scene?â
âThe sex scene. In my book.â The awkwardness in your cadence is foreign to your ears and his. You had never been so apprehensive around him because you had never had a reason to. This was a first you despised vehemently, scorning the way you had to phrase everything so delicately, as if you didnât, the damage caused would be irreparable.Â
âRight.â Now he had an unreadable look in his eyes too, matching yours.Â
âRight,â you echoed softly. âSo there's no reason for anymoreâŠ...research.â Because research had spiralled into forgetting your regular roles when it came to each other. Research had made you aware of feelings that had been dormant your entire life and should have stayed that way.Â
In an ironic twist of fate, you had literally fucked around and found out.Â
âI see.âÂ
You didnât know what possessed you to keep talking when it was so obvious that both him and you wanted nothing more than to move on from this conversation. You risked a glance at him to find him aimlessly tracing the edge of his soda cup, eyes trained on the straw. âSo we can go back to being just friends. Regular friends.âÂ
The clarification made you wince. When his eyes met yours again, you were surprised to find something different in the way he looked at youâ those dark purple depths swirling with an intensity that superseded their usual levels, startling you.Â
âWeâll always be friends, Y/n.â
Caleb didnât call you pipsqueak. A minute detail that shouldnât have shaken you at all, and yet here you were stuck on it in spite of the fact that he had just agreed to being friends again. Or rather, the normal definition of friends, because you werenât ever anything more than that. You swallowed, turning back to your computer.
âOkay. I should get back to working on this article.â
Your dismissal of him was quiet but obvious. The air had started to get suffocating and you needed as much space from him as you could get until you sorted out the mess in your head, one that was your cross to bear. Your fault.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him nod and get to his feet, turning to leave, but hesitating for just a moment.Â
It was only when he exited the newsroom that you realised it wasnât any easier to breathe without him there. It felt even harder now, like someone had their foot over your chest and was putting all their weight on it, letting gravity do the rest of the work. You pushed yourself away from your desk, the wheels under your chair smoothly rolling away until the back of it hit the wall behind you.Â
Even the impact of that wasnât enough to shock you out of your misery. Surely, love wasnât supposed to feel as cruel as it did right now, like claws sinking into your skin and making you bleed. It shouldnât have felt wrong, but you knew that it was. Perhaps this was retribution for allowing yourself to indulge in something that was so clearly off-limits to you.Â
A familiar pressure built up behind your eyes as you turned resentful. The sting of your sorrow manifested as tears welled up and caught in your lower lashes. You shut your eyes, but not before those tears slid down your face, cementing the bitter, indisputable reality of your heartbreak.
Caleb stayed away.Â
He had known damn well that whatever was between the two of you wasnât forever. It wasnât even real, solely for the sake of your writing and the book you were so proud of. It was his fault for getting caught up in it all and expecting you to never call it off, to stay in that limbo with him forever.
Saying no to you was something he wasn't capable of. Not when he was ten and you were eight, and you wanted the last piece of cake even though it was his favourite flavour. Not when he was fifteen and you used to beg him to let you wear his shirts because you liked how oversized they were on you. Not when you would give him puppy eyes and sweetly ask him to cook those braised chicken wings you loved so much.Â
And not when you needed help with writing about sex.
Even if it went against all his morals and everything he had forced himself to believe for the past twelve years he had known you. He had held himself together around you for as long as he could remember, hands to himself and thoughts strictly friendly. Caleb was used to the best friend role. He was good at playing it, even when the script pained him to recite, he did so anyway with a smile on his face.
Because smiling back at him was you. It was always you, with your bright eyes and angelic laughter.Â
Caleb had accepted this role when he was only nine years old and had stuck to it ever since. He let it consume him, living in ignorant bliss as he silenced the pleas of his heart and what it wanted, no, begged for.Â
How was he supposed to know where to go from here? The script had deviated too much for him to return to its safety. He knew how your lip gloss tasted, sweet and inviting and maddening, just like everything else about you.Â
So he stayed away from you and your cherry lip gloss, hoping the marks it had left all over him would fade.
It had been almost two weeks since Caleb last set foot in the newsroom.Â
Jenna was overjoyed and Tara was suspicious. The latter asked you where your âboyfriendâ was, to which you refused to look at her as you muttered the reminder: heâs not my boyfriend. It felt like you were reminding yourself more than her, lacking any of your usual annoyance.Â
You supposed this was your fault as well. It wasnât like you had made any effort to reach out either, stuck in your pathetic little cycle of self-pity and fear. You felt his absence, though, cutting deep into you and leaving you with a Caleb-sized hole in your life. The last time you experienced something like this was when he left for university for the first time and you were finishing up your senior year, suddenly having to deal with not having him around for months on end.Â
At least he was calling you back then, and when you joined him at university, it never happened again. You hadnât realised what a big part of your life he was until he was missing from it.Â
God, you missed him.
You missed that stupid, smug chuckle of his when he knew you were getting riled up because of something he said, and his terrible sense of humour. The smirk on his face when you were losing an argument, and how heâd stick his tongue out when he was concentrating on something. Hell, you missed the sound of his voice and the comfort it brought you.Â
After you finished your work for the day, you walked out of the newsroom and down the hallways of the university building. The cool evening air swept around you, making you think of one of Caleb's jackets that was still in your dorm from the last time he had been, draped over your desk chair. You almost wished you had it with you right now.Â
Your feet carried you to the dining hall, reminding you of your need to eat through the wall of your troubled thoughts. It was not so much hunger as it was a necessity. Your appetite had been less than robust these past few days, your emotions weighing you down in more ways than one. You didnât have him to remind you to eat or sleep, or run like a normal human being.
Grabbing an apple to appease your stomach, you bit into it and looked around, mentally going over everything else you had to do that day. Start an essay you had due the next week, beg the members of your group to do their parts of the presentation that was worth a whopping thirty percent of your grade and polish the last scene you had written for your book.Â
It turned out that your turbulent emotional state had translated into you being more productive than ever, throwing yourself into your studies and writing like you had never before. Anything to avoid thinking about him and what you felt. An unhealthy coping mechanism for sure, but it worked for you.Â
Kind of.Â
Unable to stomach anything else, you tossed the core of the apple into a nearby dustbin and left the dining hall, eager to make it back to your room. You hadnât slept very well lately, and you wanted to get all your work out of the way before crashing. Sleeping, you discovered, was another excellent course of action to take when you wanted to avoid facing something, and at least it wasnât downright unhealthy. The dark circles under your eyes would certainly thank you.Â
When you turned the corner, he was there.
Caleb stood there, just a few paces away from you in all his six-two glory. His back was turned to you, but you knew it was him, deep in conversation with his friend, Gideon. You were unable to do anything but stare, your pulse picking up in speed at the sight of him. You wondered if the chasm he had created between the two of you had affected him as much as it had you.Â
When he bid farewell to Gideon and turned, you panicked. When he saw you, you remained rooted to the spot, watching as his steps faltered and came to a stop. He looked almost as tired as you felt, dawdling briefly before speaking.
âHey.âÂ
Hey. Hey? Was that all he could say after refusing to look your way for over a week? Your apprehension flared up into anger, and you took three furious steps towards him, your docile stare melting into a glare.Â
âYou sure talk a lot of shit about keeping you informed for someone who has been avoiding me.â
He winced. âI wasnâtâŠ.avoiding you.â
âOh really? Could have fooled me.â You scowled at him as you took another step forward. You were pissed, and rightly so, but it stemmed more from how hurt you felt rather than any genuine anger.Â
Caleb didnât bother to meet your eyes, opting to look off to the side instead. That stung a little more than you cared to admit. âIâm sorry,â he mumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to another. âHave you eaten yet?â Barely five minutes around you, and he had already jumped into trying to take care of you. It was so infuriatingly like him.Â
Every time he didnât want to face something, he would deflect and redirect the conversation. Your years together had taught you well, making it impossible for him to sidestep you even if he tried. You could tell he was avoiding you even when you were right in front of him.Â
âStop changing the subject.â
You watched as his jaw tightened and relaxed, something he did when he was conflicted. All his tells were so laughably obvious to you, and yet you couldnât make heads or tails of how he was acting right now, so forcibly distant and detached, like being close to you was painful. Your eyes burned.
âDo you hate me?â You asked, hating how your voice suddenly sounded so feeble. His eyes snapped back to yours, wide and defiant.Â
âI could never hate you.â The finality in the way he said it told you he was telling the truth, and yet, you couldnât help but fall victim to the doubt creeping into your mind. He was looking right at you nowâ except he wasnât really. It was more like he was looking through you.Â
âThenâŠthen why?â You whispered, taking another tentative step forward. The space that both of you created, consciously or not, was unbearable. You just wanted things to go back to normal, was that so much to ask for?
âI donât hate you. You just donât understand.âÂ
âThen make me understand!â You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation, wondering what the hell you had to do to make this conversation go somewhere, because right now it just felt like you were running in circles. âCaleb, please, just tell me why youâre avoiding me, because you are.â
He knew he was and hadnât a single excuse, other than the reason he swore you never burdened you with. You were looking at him so pleadingly, grasping at straws to figure him out, but for the first time in his life, he found himself unable to give you an answer. Instead, his throat constricted, his anxiety keeping him silent.Â
âItâs my fault, isnât it?â Your face crumbled, and upon witnessing it, so did his heart. Your lower lip trembled like a leaf on a windy day, and you bit down on it to stop it from doing so, doing your best to stay composed. Running a hand through your hair, you let out a shaky sigh. âI knew it, I should have neverâ we shouldnât have slept together. That should have never happened and now everything is fucked up, and its all because of me.âÂ
Yes. No. The answer wasnât as straightforward as he needed it to be, and it paralysed him. The anguish you felt was on display for him and anyone who happened to walk by you to see, plain as day, as it twisted your features. It felt as if he had been stabbed in the gut when you backed away from him.
Turning away, you walked off. You had ruined things, you were sure of it, and it killed you. Once again, you let the rift between him and you grow with every step you took to escape the crash you had been responsible for.Â
A hand on your wrist. You gasped as he caught you, spinning you around and forcing you to face him once again.Â
Caleb had followed you into the gardens.Â
âDo you regret it?â
The question cut through you, and you gaped at him. The fervour you were so used to seeing in him suddenly returned, burning brightly in his eyes as he pinned you in place with them, his grip on your wrist never letting up. Question for question, with neither of you getting the answers you wanted.Â
You scoffed, rapidly blinking away the tears that you felt coming on. âIf it's the reason things are weird between us, then yes! I do regret it. I need my best friend, Caleb. I need you.âÂ
How could you not need him? He was your constant, the one person who had been by your side through thick and thin. You needed him in your life, by your side, in whatever way you were allowed to, even if it wasnât what you truly wanted anymore.Â
He let go of your wrist. âI canât do it.â
Your biggest fear was coming true right in front of your very eyes, and you hadnât the faintest idea of how to stop it. It was taking form, bleeding into existence. You were losing him.Â
âYou canât do what?â
âI canât be your friend. I just canât.â He shook his head, shutting his eyes like he couldnât bear to look at you.Â
Your voice comes out weak. Small. âBut you said weâll always be friends.â
âWell, I lied, okay! I canât be your friend, not whenââ He sucked in a breath, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to reign himself in, stopping his outburst before it could happen. It wasnât fair to you, none of this was, but he was at his breaking point. âI could do it before, but not anymore.â
âWhy?â You whispered, those tears you had so valiantly fought off surging back. Once again, you felt like you had been trampled on, pinned down by a merciless gravity that had no regard for your need to breathe. You werenât sure there was a reason to fight against it anymore.Â
He looked up at the darkening sky, deflating. Staying away from you hadnât made it any betterâ if anything, it had only made it worse, his yearning to be beside you bubbling to an all-time high. There wasnât a point in hiding anymore, not when it was turning out to be detrimental rather than soothing.Â
âBecause,â he paused, peering up at the cloudy sky. He couldnât see the stars. âI canât go back to being your friend when Iâve tasted you. How am I supposed to act like Iâve never kissed you when Iâve had you in my bed? To pretend like I donât know how it feels to have you like that? God, Y/n, I canât do it.
Caleb, whom you had viewed as strong and untouchable all your life. Caleb, whom you had endlessly looked up to, sounded almost tortured, like it pained him to even have to tell you this.Â
âWhat are you saying?â
You hoped you didnât look as terrified as you sounded. It felt as if someone had pulled the rug out from beneath you, but the ground underneath it was falling apart too, leaving you to stumble around and try to find your footing amidst the cracks that remained. If you fell now, you werenât sure youâd ever be able to get up.
But that was the thing, wasnât it? You had already fallen, and hard.Â
Caleb was stripped of his usual self-assuredness and confident smile. He was laid bare there in front of you, fixing you with a look that was so pained it tore through you.Â
âIâm in love with you.â
The confession ripped through you, although you didnât register it at first. Those five words felt so improbable to have been said by him to you of all people that the only thing you could feel was disbelief. It just didnât make sense. Why would something you longed to hear so badly be said with such sadness?Â
He mistook your stunned silence for aversion. He should have stopped there, given up and walked away, but now that he had finally, finally let it out, it was hard to stop. It was like a dam had broken within him; everything he had ever kept to himself when it came to you rushed out all at once.Â
âIâm in love with you, Y/n,â he said again, scoffing slightly at himself. No nicknames, just your name spoken in that reverent tone, like you were a divine being he was a devout follower of. âAnd it kills me because I know youâll never see me as anything more than a best friend. Youâve made that very clear, and I never want to overstep, so I stayed away from you.âÂ
âCalebââ
He didnât let you cut in. âI could do it when I didnât know what it felt like to have you as something more than friends. The moment we crossed that line, it was all over for me. I would be your friend until I died if I didnât know.â His hands were shaking, but they stayed by his sides, fingers curled into frustrated fists as he rambled.Â
âIââ
âBut I canât, Pips. I canât do it anymore. I canât be your best friend when Iâve loved you my entire life.â And youâre falling all over again, gravity pulling you down, down, down as something unfurled in your chest. âSo please justââ
âGoddamnit Caleb, would you just shut up for one fucking minute!?â
You hadnât meant to snap, but he was seriously to piss you off, going on and on without giving you the chance to speak your mind. Immediately, he clamped his mouth shut, preparing himself for the inevitable rejection he had imagined too many times to count in his head. You, on the other hand, thought you were going to faint, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. It was everything you had convinced yourself was impossible.
And yetâŠ
You kept your eyes locked onto his as you closed the distance between the two of you, so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, combating the chill in the evening air. Swallowing, you asked.Â
âYouâre in love with me?â
He clenched his jaw and nodded. He knew what the consequences were, he was ready for them. It was about time he faced the truth anyway.Â
What he didnât expect was for you to start laughing.Â
You clamped a hand over your mouth as incredulous laughter left you, eyes practically sparkling. Oddly enough, it sounded a little watery, like you were crying at the same time.
And then he realised you were, in fact, crying, tears streaming down your face. Alarmed, he stepped forward and cupped your face, instinctively wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs. This did nothing to dampen your hysterical laughter as you leaned into his touch.Â
âWhat the fuck?â He muttered, concern overtaking his previous, heartsick expression. âAre you dying or something?â
âOr something,â you managed to get out, gripping his arms, âWeâre so stupid.â
âThatâŠ..okay, Iâm officially confused. And a little scared.âÂ
âCaleb,â you whispered once you stopped giggling, lethally soft. You looked up at him adoringly, eyes shining and tinged slightly red from your tears. âIâm in love with you, too.â
He froze, mouth falling open. He didnât have to say anything, though, because honestly, he had said enough. It was your turn now.Â
You leaned further into his touch, nuzzling your cheek against his palm. âI think Iâve loved you for a long time, but I only realised afterâŠ.after everything that happened between us.â You flushed, trying to word it as delicately as possible. âAnd I drove myself crazy because I thought youâd never see me that wayââ
âIâve always seen you that way.â He breathed out, those captivating eyes of his trained on you in wonder. Butterflies came to life in your stomach.Â
ââ So I called it off. I said we needed to stop because I was so scared Iâd lose you.â
By the time you finished, you were both staring at each other wide-eyed. His grip on you tightened, one hand falling to your waist as he tugged you closer.Â
âYou love me?â
âI love you,â you nodded. âIt just took me a while to figure it out.âÂ
âPipsqueak.â You had never been more grateful than you were right then to hear that stupid petname. âOh my god, we are stupid.â
Without another word, Caleb pulled you into a kiss. You reciprocated instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you smiled against his lips, unable to contain yourself anymore. He kissed you like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do, holding you like you were precious, which to him, you undoubtedly were. It was your first proper kiss with him without any pretence or excuse surrounding it, and you couldnât have asked for more.Â
Chuckling when you dissolved into more giddy giggles, he wiped away any stray tears from your face and rested his forehead against yours. After all these years waiting and hoping that youâd feel the same way, he knew heâd never let you go now.Â
âI love you, too.â It was a relief to say out loud and to your face, coming out of hiding and letting the truth of his feelings sit out in the light. You pecked his lips again and hugged him, revelling in his warmth and the delight of your feelings being returned. Your best friend loved you back, and everything in the world made sense again.Â
âDonât be my best friend,â You mumbled fondly, cheek against his shoulder as you laid out your final request. âJust be mine.â
He smiled, an expression so dazzling youâd never forget it. âIâll always be yours.â
When Caleb looked back at the sky, he could see the stars.
âAre you done?â
âShh.â
You rolled your eyes, flopping onto the pile of plushes on your bed as you pulled out your phone and went through your messages. To be fair, it had barely been two minutes since you handed him your laptop, but you were impatient, wanting to know what he thought as soon as possible.
Calebâs eyes were focused on the screen as he read, humming occasionally as he scrolled through the scene. If anyone had told you a year ago that youâd be letting him read a part of your writing, let alone a sex scene of all things, you would have either laughed in their face or had a mental breakdown.
Yet here you were. Life sure had a sense of humour.Â
Finally, after an agonising ten minutes, he spoke. âWow.â
âIs it good?â
He shut your laptop and put it back on your desk carefully, before walking over to where you were. Then, he dropped himself onto the bed as well, purposely caging you in his arms and making sure you were trapped under his weight. Squealing, you hit his arm playfully.Â
âCaleb!â
Your boyfriend laughed mischievously, lifting his head so you could see the smirk that curled on his lips. âIt was good. Very good.â
You sighed in relief. âThank god.â
âSo I must be really good in bed, huh?âÂ
There it was. You groaned as you tried to push him off of you, even though you knew it was a futile task. âDonât even try, you smug asshole.â
âWhat?â He asked, dripping in faux innocence. âI mean, you did use me for research purposes. Is it not a fair assumption to make?â He was so proud of it, and knew damn well that the entire sex scene he had just read had been falicitated because of him. Every part of it had been pulled from things the two of you had done, the thought of which made your skin heat up and your cheeks burn.Â
âYouâre so annoying,â you huffed, giving up on trying to get him to stop squashing you. Instead, you adjusted, curling into him. Accepting this, he switched your positions, pulling you on top of him and resting his chin on your shoulder.
âYou like it.â
âUnfortunately.â
You yelped when he pinched your side, but it dissolved into giggles when he began peppering kisses all over your face. Slipping his arm around your waist, he held you close, grining against your skin. If you had to stay like this forever, in his arms and under the glow of his radiant smile, you would be content.Â
âYouâre an amazing writer, Pipsqueak,â he cradled your face in his hands, his love for you so achingly obvious in the way he looked at you that you wondered how you had never noticed it before. Rubbing his fingers against your cheek, he kissed your nose. âIt would be just as great even if I hadnâtâ uhâ assisted.â
Though you snickered at him, you couldnât stop yourself from beaming at his praise for your work. âIâm glad you did though,â you let him pull you closer, arm looping around your waist as you propped a leg over his. âOtherwise we might have never figured our shit out.â
He snorted. âThank god for research. You would have kept me in the friendzone forever.â
âHey!â
He silenced any further protests that you could have made, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. All possible complaints fled your mind the moment he did, eagerly kissing him back. You didnât think youâd ever get enough of this and you had no idea how you had survived for so long while denying yourself of it.Â
Caleb had loved you for twelve years, steadily standing by your side and holding your hand even when you couldnât see it. He had walked beside you through it all, the highest of highs and lowest of lows, lifting you up high over his shoulders with a grin on his face. He would never leave you behind, because he was your home. The one you had grown up with and wanted to wake up to everyday for the rest of your life.Â
He had taught you love without imposing it on you, silently showing it to you with every little thing he did. Your best friend. Your love. It had taken you a long time to catch up, but when you finally made it to the finish line, you found him waiting there for you patiently, holding out his hand for you to take.Â
The next time Tara called him your boyfriend, you didnât correct her.
fin.





