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itoshi rin

rin will never admit it out loud, but his favorite thing is being someone's safe place. 

before becoming a dad, he never really thought about what it meant to have someone depend on him completely. then suddenly there's this tiny person who reaches for him whenever they're scared. and it changes him. 

if his child gets hurt, they don't run to mom first. they run to him. and every single time, his chest aches. because they trust him. they know he'll make it better. 

rin loves late-night moments the most. such as when the house is quiet. or when his kid has a nightmare and waddles into his room holding a stuffed animal like "dad…” 

one word and rin’s already lifting the blanket. "come here." 

he'll pretend he's annoyed. he's not. he's never been less annoyed in his life. 

another thing he secretly loves? when his child starts copying him. specifically the little habits – crossing their arms, glaring at people, clicking their tongue in annoyance all the time. 

rin looks across the room and realizes he's accidentally created a miniature version of himself. lowkey terrifying. 

itoshi sae

for someone that doesn’t talk much, sae loves conversations. especially the weird ones. 

children say the most ridiculous things imaginable, and he finds it endlessly entertaining. 

he'll be driving somewhere and hear: "dad, if sharks lived in space would they become astronauts?" 

and sae genuinely considers it. "probably." 

"that's awesome." 

"yeah." 

he loves treating his kids like actual people. not the talking down to them part or babying them unnecessarily. he'll sit there having serious discussions about cartoons, dinosaurs, or why bedtime is apparently a violation of human rights. 

his favorite thing, though, is watching them develop their own personalities, seeing their interests appear, seeing them become their own person. 

he loves realizing his child isn't simply an extension of him. rather, they're someone entirely unique. and every year he gets to know them a little better. 

also? hearing them laugh. 

we all know sae isn't expressive. never has been. but his child's laugh is one of the few sounds that can instantly improve his mood and break him out of his default neutral face. slowly, but surely, a smile will appear. 

nagi seishiro

nagi's favorite thing is the affection. 

before fatherhood, he wasn't exactly known for being energetic. now? he's still not energetic. but suddenly there's a tiny human attached to him 24/7 and somehow he LOVES it. 

his kid climbs onto him like he's a piece of furniture. uses him as a pillow. falls asleep on his chest. steals his blankets. steals his snacks. steals his gaming chair. 

and nagi just accepts it. because every time he looks down and sees them sleeping against him, his heart does a weird little flip. 

he also loves introducing his children to things he enjoys, and i mean video games. 

the day his kid beats a level they've been struggling with? nagi acts like they just won the world cup. "LET'S GOOO." 

his child will be like "dad, you're being weird." 

"i'm proud of you, kiddo.” 

"it's mario kart." 

"exactly." 

his absolute favorite thing, though, is being loved without conditions. 

kids don't care about fame. they don't care about soccer rankings. they don't care about money. to them, he's just dad. their dad. and nagi thinks that's pretty nice. 

mikage reo

reo's favorite thing about being a dad is getting to spoil his kids. financially, obviously. but also emotionally. 

this man is obsessed. his camera roll is 99% pictures of his children. 

if they make him a bracelet out of beads worth approximately ￥50? he's wearing it to business meetings. 

if they draw him a picture? framed, no question. 

his favorite moments are when he can make their dreams come true. hearing them casually mention wanting something and then surprising them later. seeing their faces light up never gets old. 

but the thing he loves most isn't actually the expensive stuff. it's when his children choose him because they want to. when they're older and could be hanging out with anyone else, but still decide to spend time with their dad. 

"wanna go get food?" 

"sure." 

reo has to act normal. but internally he’s all: YES. OMG. THEY STILL LOVE ME. I WIN. 

he's also embarrassingly sentimental. first day of school? cried. kindergarten graduation? cried. soccer game? cried. random weekday where his kid said "i love you, dad" before leaving the house? bawled his eyes out. 

fatherhood turned reo mikage into the softest man alive and nobody can convince me otherwise. 

bachira meguru

bachira's favorite thing about being a dad is that he finally has a permanent partner for all his nonsense. 

seriously. this man treats fatherhood like the greatest adventure he's ever been invited on. 

if his kid wants to build a blanket fort? they're building a blanket kingdom. 

if they want to play pirates? bachira is already hanging a towel around his neck as a cape. 

he loves how children see the world. how everything is exciting. how a puddle isn't just a puddle, it's a lake. a cardboard box isn't a box, it's a spaceship. bachira understands that mindset better than most adults ever will. 

his favorite thing is hearing his child laugh so hard they can barely breathe. he becomes addicted to it, constantly trying to make them laugh again. he'll intentionally make ridiculous faces just to hear that giggle. 

another thing he adores? being their favorite person. cuz bachira knows his kid loves mom, too. but when they're crying and immediately reach for him? when they see him walk through the door and launch themselves into his arms? he's done for. his heart explodes on impact every single time. 

shidou ryusei

shidou's favorite thing about being a dad is watching his kid become their own little menace. 

everyone else is concerned. he's thrilled. 

his toddler climbs onto the kitchen counter? "THAT'S MY GOAT!" 

and you’ll have to do the scolding: "RYUSEI, GET THEM DOWN." 

"RIGHT, RIGHT." 

shidou genuinely loves how unapologetic children are. they cry when they're sad, laugh when they're happy, and say whatever's on their mind. and he respects that immensely. 

his favorite thing, though, is receiving affection from them. shidou is surprisingly emotional when it comes to his family. 

if his child randomly hugs him? he's stunned, heart critical. 

"dad, i love you." 

"WHAT." 

"i love you." 

"YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT ON ME???” he immediately picks them up and squeezes them. 

another thing he loves is cheering them on. it doesn't matter what they're doing, whether it’s soccer, drawing, losing spelling bees, eating a sandwich. shidou is acting like they're competing in the olympics. 

his kid takes three bites of broccoli. "HELL YEAAHHHHHH!" 

the entire restaurant turns to stare. he doesn't care. 

karasu tabito

karasu's favorite thing about being a dad is the conversations because kids are hilarious. 

he'll be drinking coffee and suddenly hear: "dad, can fish get thirsty?" and now he's stuck thinking about it for the rest of the day. 

he loves how honest children are. they don't filter themselves. they don't play games. if they love you, they tell you. if they think your outfit looks weird, they tell you that, too. 

his favorite thing, though, is earning their trust. 

karasu is the type of dad who wants his kids to know they can tell him anything. bad grades. friendship drama. heartbreak. whatever it is. he wants to be the first person they call. 

the first time his teenager comes to him for advice without being asked? he spends the next week feeling weirdly proud. 

he also secretly loves when his children roast him. he doesn’t want to admit it, but somehow they're good at it. way too good at it. 

"dad, you gotta put down the hair gel. your hair is turning into a geometry lesson." 

"... who taught you that?" 

"... instagram comments." 

"banned." 

kaiser michael

kaiser's favorite thing about being a dad is being loved for who he is. not because he's famous or talented or successful. because he's dad. that's it. 

and for someone like kaiser, that means more than he'll ever admit. 

he absolutely treasures little moments that nobody else would notice, such as his child holding his hand while crossing the street, falling asleep on his shoulder, showing him a drawing they spent 20 minutes making. those things stay with him forever. 

he also loves being the person who can make everything okay. bad day at school? dad's here. nightmare? dad's here. scraped knee? dad's here. 

and every time his child immediately seeks him out, he feels something warm settle in his chest. 

another thing he secretly adores is hearing them brag about him. children are shameless, after all. 

"my dad is the best soccer player ever." 

kaiser nearly chokes. 

"well–” 

"he is!” 

he's thinking about that comment for the rest of his life. 

ness alexis

ness's favorite thing about being a dad is feeling needed. the simple joy of knowing someone depends on him and trusts him completely can’t be compared. 

he throws himself into fatherhood with his whole heart. bedtime stories? voice acting, different accents, sound effects, like the whole production. school projects? he's helping. bake sales? he's there. class performances? front row seat, crying before it even starts. 

his favorite thing, though, is how affectionate his children are with him. ness is incredibly touch-oriented as a parent. hugs. cuddles. holding hands. forehead kisses. all of it. if his child curls up beside him on the couch instead of sitting somewhere else? his entire evening is made. 

he also loves when they get excited to show him things. 

"dad! look!" 

and now he's being dragged across the house to see a rock. a bug. a drawing. a leaf. doesn't matter. because they're excited. and that means he's excited, too. 

honestly, ness's favorite thing about being a dad is simple: every day, his children choose to share their little world with him. and he never takes that privilege for granted. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri's favorite thing about being a dad is how openly affectionate his children are. 

he's always loved physical affection, but nothing could have prepared him for having a tiny human whose favorite hobby is clinging to him. they're always attached somehow – holding his hand, sitting on his lap, hugging his leg while he's trying to walk. 

one of his favorite moments is brushing their hair. especially because they inherited his gorgeous hair. 

he takes his job very seriously. detangling spray. special brushes. hair masks. oils. the whole routine. 

"dad, it's just hair." 

"ssshhh, don't ever say that again." 

he also loves being their source of confidence. whenever his child gets nervous about something, he gets to remind them how capable they are. and the first time they start believing it? the first time they stand a little taller because of something he said? that's his favorite feeling in the world. 

but above all else, he loves seeing them run toward him. whether he's coming home from a trip or picking them up from school, seeing them sprint into his arms with the biggest smile imaginable never stops making his heart ache. 

barou shoei

barou's favorite thing about being a dad is taking care of people. 

nobody saw that coming. least of all, barou. before fatherhood, he was convinced he preferred being alone. then all of a sudden, there's this tiny little person depending on him. and he discovers he actually likes making sure someone's fed, healthy, safe, and happy. 

he loves routines. morning routines. bedtime routines. dinner routines. his children know exactly what to expect from him. and they find comfort in that consistency. secretly, so does he. 

his absolute favorite thing, though, is when his children come to him for help. it’s an open sign of reciprocated trust. 

"dad, can you help me?" 

every single time, his chest swells with pride. he'll never admit it, but it does. 

he also loves teaching them things. how to cook. how to clean. how to take care of themselves. 

his kid might roll their eyes now. but 20 years later, they'll realize dad was right about literally everything. 

another thing? barou loves being called dad. hearing a little voice yell "dad!" from across the house activates something in his brain. he's responding before they even finish the sentence. 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya's favorite thing about being a dad is watching his children discover what they love. he loves seeing passions develop. seeing hobbies appear out of nowhere. 

one day, they're obsessed with dinosaurs. the next, they're determined to become an artist. then an astronaut. then a baker. and yukimiya supports every phase wholeheartedly. 

he loves encouraging them and being their biggest cheerleader. after all, he knows how important it is to have someone believe in you. 

his favorite thing, though, is seeing their kindness. the moments where they hold the door open for someone. share their toys. comfort a friend. every time it happens, he thinks: yeah. i'm raising a good kid. and it fills him with an indescribable amount of pride. 

he also adores family outings, whether it be parks, museums, beach days, or spontaneous road trips. doesn't matter where they're going. if his family is together, he's happy. 

fatherhood gives yukimiya a million little moments to be grateful for, and he treasures every single one. 

hiori yo

hiori's favorite thing about being a dad is getting to be the parent he never had. he never says that out loud. but it's true. 

he loves creating a home where his children feel safe, where they don't have to earn love. where they can fail without feeling like the world is ending. 

his favorite thing is listening. if his child wants to spend 30 minutes explaining a game they're playing? hiori is listening. if they want to rant about school drama? he's listening. if they just want someone to sit beside them quietly? he's there. he loves making sure his children never feel alone. 

another thing he secretly adores is seeing them get excited over things. when they get excited, they immediately come find him, all: "dad! dad! dad! look!" and he's being shown something that makes absolutely no sense, but he acts like it's the greatest discovery in human history. 

his absolute favorite moments happen late at night when the house is quiet and one of his children wanders into the living room because they can't sleep. and they just sit together. pressure and expectations absent. company present. 

hiori thinks those moments might be what happiness feels like. 

kunigami rensuke

kunigami's favorite thing about being a dad is being someone's hero in the simple way children look at their parents when they're young. 

because to his kid? dad can fix anything. dad knows everything. dad is the strongest person alive. and every time they look at him like that, he has to resist tearing up. 

he loves teaching them things, whether that be riding a bike, tying their shoes, or throwing a ball. he never rushes them. never gets frustrated. he just stays beside them until they figure it out. 

his favorite thing, though, is watching their confidence grow, seeing them accomplish things they once thought were impossible, and getting to tell them: "see? i knew you could do it." 

he also absolutely melts when his children show affection. especially when it's unprompted. 

imagine him making breakfast and suddenly feeling tiny arms wrap around his waist just because. he's finished. 

another thing he loves is family traditions. movie nights. holiday traditions. weekend breakfasts. anything that creates memories. 

more than anything, kunigami wants his children to grow up knowing they were loved every single day of their lives. 

and if they remember that when they're older? then he'll consider himself the luckiest dad in the world. 

iglesias bunny

bunny's favorite thing about being a dad is making his kids laugh. nothing in the world compares, not even sold-out arenas. if he gets a genuine belly laugh out of his child, his entire day is made. 

this man is naturally playful, and fatherhood somehow makes him even worse. he's constantly joking around. making silly faces. pretending to "steal" their snacks. dramatically collapsing when they tag him during games. 

"AHHH! I'VE BEEN DEFEATED!" 

his kid, age 4: "get up." 

"i can't. i'm gone." 

"papa." 

"tell your madre i loved her." 

he loves how comfortable his children are around him. he wants them to feel like they can tell him anything, whether it's something serious or something completely ridiculous. and when they choose to sit beside him just to talk? he treasures it. 

his absolute favorite thing, though, is hearing "papa, watch this!" because kids always say it with so much confidence, even when they're about to do the most unimpressive thing imaginable. 

his child jumps approximately 10 centimeters off the ground. "DID YOU SEE THAT?" 

bunny immediately stands up. "THAT WAS INSANE." standing ovation. tears in his eyes. greatest performance he's ever witnessed. 

yep, he’s winning the #1 supportive dad title. 

julian loki

loki's favorite thing about being a dad is slowing down. 

his entire life moves at a ridiculous pace. training. matches. travel. interviews. there's always somewhere he needs to be. but when he's with his children? everything feels slower. 

he loves the ordinary moments most – helping with homework, making breakfast together, driving them places, reading bedtime stories, moments that other people might overlook. he spends so much of his life in the spotlight, he treasures the moments where he's simply dad. 

his favorite thing, though, is watching his children grow. every year, they become a little more independent. a little more confident. a little more themselves. and even though part of him misses when they were tiny enough to fit in his arms, he genuinely enjoys seeing who they're becoming. 

he also loves when they get excited about his matches. he gets to share something important to him with people he loves most. 

hearing "good luck, dad!" before a game? that's enough motivation to carry him through anything. 

hugo vivian

hugo's favorite thing about being a dad is being loved so openly. 

children don't hide how they feel. if they love you, they tell you. if they miss you, they tell you. if they want a hug, they simply climb into your lap. and for someone who tends to keep a lot of his emotions tucked away, that kind of honesty is precious. 

he loves carrying them, even when they're getting way too old for it. one day, his child is 7 years old and still asking to be picked up. and he's doing it without hesitation because he knows those days won't last forever. 

his favorite thing, though, is the quiet moments. hugo has always been someone who notices the small things, so his happiest memories aren't necessarily the big milestones – they're the little moments in between. 

his child falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. tiny fingers reaching for his hand while crossing the street. hearing a sleepy "love you, papa" before bedtime. those moments hit him harder than anything else. 

he also secretly loves being the person his children look for first when something exciting happens, when something scary happens, when they're proud of themselves, when they're sad. somehow, they always come find him. and every single time, he feels honored. out of everyone in the world, his children chose him to be their safe place. and that's something hugo never takes for granted. 

if we're being real, this man probably has approximately 4,000 candid photos of his kids on his phone. blurry photos. random photos. point 5’s. photos nobody else would understand. 

but to him? they're everything. 

Straddling Satoru, leaning in close with your lips almost touching his you ask, “Do you want me to be your first kiss?”

Without hesitation Satoru softly begs, “Yes.” You slide your fingers up his short undercut into his fluffy hair as you gently kiss him. It’s slow, tender and a bit sloppy. You drag your tongue along his bottom lip and he opens his mouth. Satoru tastes like strawberry lollipops.

You can feel how long and thick he is when you rock your hips. Is his cockhead slightly pink? Does he curve slightly? What does Satoru feel like thrusting into you?

Yanking his head back with a fistful of hair. Trailing kisses along his jawline, biting down when you reach his neck. He slides one hand up your back while grabbing your hip.

You keep your pace slow and steady. “I’m getting wet thinking about what face you’ll make when you cum inside me.” His neck when he tilts his head back is irresistible. You bite down and suck making him moan.

When you pull away to admire the mark you’ve made Satoru asks, “I’m making you wet?” Disbelief rings in his voice .

“How can you not? Does she have you that messed up you forgot how handsome you are?” You move to kneel in front of Satoru. Grabbing his sweats and pulling them down to free his cock.

Wrapping your hand around him. Satoru’s eyes slightly widen at the sight. “You are a slut walking around with no underwear in these sweats.” You kiss along his cock while looking up at him.

“I can’t be a slut when I’ve never-mmm your mouth feels so good!” He moans when you drag your tongue along his cock. You take him deep in your mouth with a bob of your head. As you swirl your hand around the rest.

Slipping his cock out with a soft pop. "You were saying?" Pumping your fist, swiping your thumb over his head smearing pre-cum. You dip down to suck on a mouthful of his balls.

Satoru's needy moans going straight to your cunt. "Mm that feels-mm suck on my balls." His cheeks flush pink. "I'-shit-" He bites his bottom lip shutting up as he stumbles over his words.

Teasing, "You want me to suck on your balls while I stoke your cock?" Satoru jaw drops with a pathetic whine of your name. You could record him moaning and whining to masturbate to.

Standing up to take your clothes off. "Just so you understand how messy you make my cunt" Guiding Satoru hand to your warm, wet pussy. Satoru's breath hitches, as he sinks his fingers in with a soft squelch. He slowly moves his fingers, watching your expressions closely as he fingers you faster.

“Each women has a g spot that when you find it focus on it.” His long fingers brushing your sweet spot causing your knees to buckle. “There we go, that’s it, good boy.” He whimpers as he adoringly stares at you.

“I’m a what?” His voice is soft, yearning for more praise.

“You’re a good boy learning how to play with my cunt so quickly." You can see his ego inflating.

“It helps to stroke their clit with your thumb.” You clench his wrist with your thighs as you not to winch when Satoru uses his thumb. “Use a little less pressure on my clit more pressure on my-just like that-mm!" You rock your hips, riding his fingers as he fucks your needy heat into a mess.

Satoru is attentive, learning what your makes your pussy clench a little too easily. His long and slightly thick fingers are deliciously filling up and stretching your pussy.

Whimpering out instructions, "Keep your pace steady, pay attention to her reactions and how her pussy nnn-" Intense waves of pleasure make it increasingly harder to stand up. Anchoring yourself by clinging into Satoru’s broad shoulders.

Satoru's smirk is deadly. “I remember when I first saw you, you were all I thought about when I jerked off for months." Your cunt clenches as you think about Satoru naked and needy while stroking his cock.

Biting your bottom lip as you get closer to cumming. You focus on the sweet bliss, to eager for it to consume you. “Keep your pace steady nnn-fuck that spot right there! Mm fuck Satoru!”

He croons, "You're so tight and wet. "

Begging, "Please! Please!" Cumming on Satoru's fingers, clinging to him, you are fighting to stay standing up. Your pussy pulsing as your slick drips.

Satoru doesn't stop as you writhe in overstimulation. "Did you just beg? Ya know I like how that sounds." You can't think straight long enough to answer him. Your words coming out as whimpers, whines and moans.

He slides his fingers out to suck them clean. While helping you stand with a large hand resting on your hip.

Gasping when he suddenly stands up to pick you up princess style. Holding you to his clothed chest as he takes you to your bedroom. Where he throws you onto your bed then yanks his shirt off.

He slides his glasses off and sets them on your dresser. Before he climbs onto your bed and pinning your legs apart. "Can lesson number two be how to eat your pussy?" Satoru dips his head down between your legs. "I've made such a mess, I should clean it up."

Sliding your fingers into Satoru's soft hair. "When you have your tongue inside you can stroke my clit." He drags his tongue between your lips. "Then when you switch to sucking on my clit you can use your fingers like before."

Twisting your hips away when Satoru rubs your clit. He pulls away leaving you asking, "Why did you stop?"

Satoru sits up, "You were twisting away."

Explaining, "I just came so I'm still a little sensitive. Personally I love overstimulation but not everyone does. Feel free to roughly pull me back into place." Satoru swipes his cock between your wet lips. He rubs your clit with his head.

You love the way his jaw drops when he moans. "You're so soft, fuck I don't want to pull away." Satoru leans down to kiss you, parting his lips for your tongue. He grinds his hips and pressing you into the mattress with the weight of his muscular body.

You're a needy mess beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. Moaning in pleasure, getting off on how soft yet hard his cock feels. Each rut of his hips making your cunt a mess.

Caressing your body, trailing his large soft hands along your sides, over your hips and stopping at your thighs. Which he spreads apart, pinning you in a mating press as his head slips inside.

Satoru pushes his cock in balls deep with a deep groan. He squeezes your thighs and breaks away with a whimper, "Nnnn, the way you're clenching me." Sloppily rutting his hips Satoru gets caught up in chasing his pleasure.

Naturally he isn't half bad. There is a needy passion behind the way he grips your hips and rocks into your pussy. You’re making a mess on his cock, squelching and creaming. With your slick forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

You don't bother telling him what to do. Instead you let Satoru use your pussy however he wants. A cry chases your moan as he fucks you harder with each thrust.

He lifts your hips off the bed the new angle helping him reach deeper. His balls smack your ass as he makes you meet every harsh thrust. "Gonna-gonna-where?! Mmm!" His shoulders curl in and his body tremble as he gets closer to cumming.

"Anywhere you want." Satoru grabs your throat as his cock pulses. His warm cum shooting out in small spurts before the last of it trickles out. He drastically slowing his pace, lazily fucking his cum deeper in slow pumps.

Satoru doesn’t slow down as he recalls, "We were on lesson two, oral, weren't we?" Bottoming out and dipping his head down your eyes widen as he slips his tongue inside you. His cum trickles into his mouth mixed in with your sweet slick.

"You're nasty mmmnnn fuck eat your cum out of me." You tug on his hair and prop your leg over his shoulder. Slowly rocking your hips riding Satoru's beautiful face. "Play with my clit when your tongue is in me. And when you suck on my clit use your fingers like before." He strokes your clit with his thumb while he hungrily eats your pussy.

His eagerness and attentiveness makes up for his lack of experience. As he tests your reactions to the way he moves his tongue. Then settles on what makes you squirm.

This time when you twist your hips to run away he yanks you back into place. His mouth never leaving your pussy. Gliding his tongue up to your clit as he slides two long fingers into you with a lewd squelch. Humping your sheets and pumping his fingers faster.

And the spending just keeps getting worse when he's away in Sneznayah, one day without him and you're waking up with ten gifts and of course a breakfast in maid by his service staff.

You really lived like a Royalty, so why would you be mad?

"Childe, you hav—"

"CHILDE?" He yelled, quickly standing up from his office chair as he ran toward you in the doorway. "Babyyy, what did I do?"

You exhaled, staring at the melodramatic of a boyfriend you have, watching the ginger kneeling down infront of you. "Did I not give you enough gifts?"

"No Childe, actually—"

"Shit, Is it attention? Sex?"

"No! It's about your bank account. You need to stop spending money on me, I feel guilty Ajax..."

"Aww babe." He looked at you. "I don't mind spending a little bit of money on my gorgeous girlfriend? Her happiness is worth millions."

"Yeah but—"

"Shhhhh, honey don't worry about it. You know I'm rich and can handle a bit of money going away, you just sit pretty and spend my money, girlie."

And you couldn't do anything. Though the guilt disappeared soon after because he keeps giving you stupid funny reasons of why he do it and you genuinely giggle.

You two would then cuddle in his couch in his office, two cups of tea poured and blanket over the two of you.

"Plus, you spending my money turns me on—"

"AJAX."

And so, you just let the man spoil you. Diamond bracelet to gold necklaces filling your jewelry shelf in your dressing room. Flowers and love letters decorating your bed each time you wake up. And the warm scent of your boyfriend nuzzling into you late at night.

Even if he could give you anything, you couldn't wish anything else.

‧˚꒰🦚꒱༘‧—PANTALONE

You must have saved an Archon in your past life, because you genuinely can't believe that of all people. YOU got this luxury.

You had everything someone could dream for, a powerfull and rich as fuck boyfriend giving you everything. 5star meals always presenting themselves to you and a staff in your mansion.

Of course you knew what door would open to you when dating the 9th Harbinger of the Fatui. Your boyfriend was the symbol of elegance and wealth, not forgetting his pretty features, you just wished to drown in those field of purple flower when you stared at his eyes.

"Zoning out again, my dear?" His velvety voice spoke up, eyeing you in the corner of his eyes as he worked on his paperwork in the Nothland Bank.

"Ah, I was just wondering what I did to deserve you."

His laugh reached your ears, mouth smiling a slight smile as he looked at you.

Fuck was he attractive.

"Thinking of me again? Be carefull, I might start thinking you're obsessed with me darling." He teased, looking back down at his Pen.

"Excuse me, I didn't know I couldn't be obsessed with my perfect partner." You teased back, head rolling back in his couch.

"Hm, come here," He said, legs pushing his chair back to make room for you to sit.

You plopped down on his lap, arms hugging his neck as you kissed his cheek.

"Well aren't you adorable?"

"Only for you, honey."

"Hm, you're right." He agreed, sliding his chair to one of the drawers of his desk, he then pulled a short purple little box, and handed it to you. "Here, open it."

You nervously opened the little box, an audible gasp left your mouth—In the box, there was a ring, a gorgeous shining crystal resting on top of it.

"No way." You excitedly said.

"Of course, I wouldn't have proposed like this. It's just a New ring I got you."

"Honey, it's gorgeous!"

"Haha, The best for you my love. It's made with rainbowdrop crystal, it's popular in Sneznayah so I got you this as a souvenir."

"I Love it! I love you so much baby!" You kissed him, stars shining in your eyes in happiness.

"I love you too, love,"

‧˚꒰🐺꒱༘‧—KAMISATO AYATO

Dating the head of the Kamisato Clan wasn't easy.

You knew the influence your partner had on Inazuma and his reputation precedes him. It didn't help that he was also ridiculously attractive, the single glimpse of him walking in Inazuma with you—though those embarrassing girls didn't notice you, had them screaming.

So you didn't really like going on dates because of that, but Ayato always found a reason to make you ignore the comments they do and manage to bring you once again for a date in the city.

Everytime, either you were feeling down or not, Ayato would always buy you gifts and jewelleries to make you forget the incidents. Either flowers or dishes specially made for you, sometimes, Ayaka would help him and spend time with you. It's mostly because she loves spending time with you and keeps getting giggly about how you're becoming her step-sister soon.

The mornings, you would wake up with him preparing to go work, a kiss on each of your cheeks, and breakfast in bed.

You did know how wealthy your boyfriend was, but the amount he spends on you weekly always makes your jaw drops.

He doesn't even blink or complain, a smile from you is enough to make him hand you his credit card. Some would say it's called being irrational, he just calls it 'being in love'.

Since you started dating Ayato, you've been a huge victim of princess treatment. In Public or in private, he'd always have a hand down your back or his lips are on your knuckles. He'll sometime intertwine his hand with yours too, often much zoning out while staring at them because he simply cannot stop imagining the picture of a ring permanently decorating your pretty ring finger of yours.

"...Ayato?"

"Yes dear?"

"Are you listening? You've been looking at my fingers these whole time." You nervously chuckled.

"Hm, I am. I'm simply thinking about something."

"About?"

"Don't you think that your ring finger is too...plain? Maybe a pretty diamond would make it more...noticeable No?"

You eyed him suspiciously, watching as he kissed said fingers. "Ayato, you always buy me rings."

"Well is it too bad for me to want a ring on you that you'll never take off?"

Smooth.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He chuckled, placing one last kiss on your finger. "You're right, what am I waiting for."

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew that his validation meant everything to you. now you weren't his top student, weren't the object of his praise. no more mouthed “atta girl”s or treating you to your favourite restaurant after another stellar score.

you were struggling to get by. scraping to get back to your straight a's. to achieve even a hint of his favour.

you never did. it was a downhill spiral. and everyone knew what an asshole professor gojo could be. so of course no one batted an eye when he belittled you in class.

“guess I expected too much,” he'd sigh after calling out your marks for the last test. he didn't have to. but you knew what he did.

as he leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. cutting that stare that you'd grown to flinch at over.

“so much for star student, huh? try better next time. know you can do it.”

he knew you could.

but knew you wouldn't. not now that you were spiralling.

not when you weren't his favourite girl anymore.

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ caught you outside at the steps that day. night time. you probably spent all afternoon in the library studying to make up for the embarrassment. for your sin of slipping in your grades. he knew you would. knew how you operated.

knew you'd be all teary as you walked down the steps with your hand tight on your book bag. trying to ignore him.

“awww baby. what's wrong? you crying?”

you didn't flinch when satoru caught up to you. when he cradled your face in that way he knew you loved to be comforted. bit back a grin as you resisted the urge to press your head into his palm and fall into his arms.

“oh c'mon. you crying over me? didn't say anything bad. you know how I operate.”

all low and gentle. in that voice he used when he used to tutor you and you just couldn't grasp what he was saying. like you were his silly girl. his sweet girl.

long fingers slipped around your jaw. gripped on your cheeks and squished them as he tilted your head up. towering over you but leaning over so that his white strands tickled your tears.

“don't look like that, princess.” he muttered. pressing a firm kiss into your lips and smearing your gloss. not tender, but taunting. not comforting, but still charming enough to have you whimpering and clinging to his shirt.

and as he pulled back, a grin split his lips still hovered over yours. half-hung lashes batting at your falling tears.

“just try harder next time, yeah?”

before he patted your cheek and you left you stranded on the stairs.

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew that you needed him in more ways than one. not only did he soothe that insecurity in your heart but he also sealed the hole in your wallet. and now? he knew you were struggling. you didn't order out as much. didn't have the luxury to. you walked back to the dorm. lifts must be costly. you sure as hell didn't have your nails done every other week. he missed the acrylics and blue you'd insist on. but hey— you made your bed.

didn't mean that he didn't feel sorry for you when he spotted you at your favourite cafe. probably ordering a tea like you did now. not your favourite sweet treat and hot chocolate.

yeah. it was pity. definitely not the need to remind you what you were missing— as he called to the barista from behind you. “get the lady a hot chocolate and a strawberry crepe, please?”

as he leaned over your stiffening form, arm grazing yours as he slid his black card over. murmuring a soft, “I've got you, sweetheart,” to your ear when the barista turned.

you let him sit with you that day. spoke to him properly for the first time in months. even if you couldn't hold his eye contact. even if you thanked him a hundred times and over.

while he gave you a gentle look, inwardly? he was grinning.

bingo.

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew he had you slowly wrapping around his finger again. that's why he had no shame when he leaned back in his couch that day. remembering your weight in his lap. swiping through his folder that he refused to delete. full of your pretty body, your slutty expressions and your messy thighs.

that's why he didn't feel bad as his hand wrapped around his hard dick that slapped back on his tummy, smearing some pre on his abs.

why he groaned your name without care as he squeezed in his angry tip. remembered the way you'd whine as he rubbed it on your little clit. how you'd cry out as he kissed it in your cervix.

fuck. he remembered how your thighs would quiver for him. how that smart mouth of yours would reduce to a babbling, stuttering, slutty whimper of his name as he ragdolled you on his cock.

his hand sped. his other swiping to your contact. you hadn't blocked him. it's your fault for the voice note you'd receive. of his harsh grunts and his rasped gasps accompanying that wet shlick shlick shlick.

of his voice, groaning your name low like it was both his sin and salvation.

“sweetheart, fuck. look at what you do to me— fuck. still work me up so fuckin' much even when you aren't mine. miss your pretty pussy. miss my sweet girl so soooo bad."

he'd whine. he remembered how much you like that. liked hearing him lose himself as he slammed all the way in and rutted as he frothed you up.

now? it was all over his hand. and he made sure the voice note heard just how much he wished it was in your sweet little cunt instead.

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ expected you to not answer him. but you still didn't block him. still didn't report him. you wouldn't. you loved him too much. loved the thought of him. did you think that while you touched yourself to his voice note?

he knew you did. knew you didn't get yourself that. knew you probably sat there playing with your cute clit and whining his name all pitifully as you tried so desperately to cum the way he'd make you squirt back then. back when you were his.

you know what else he expected? you to storm into his office and accuse him of marking you down purposefully. your mid term marks were sent out that morning. he made sure of it. made sure you'd have to face the man, your ex, who sent you a five minute long voice note of him fisting his big cock to you.

“such accusations, sweet girl.” satoru drawled, lazy, as he leaned his head on his hand and his elbow on the desk.

“if you think so, I'm not opposed to you sitting with me while I mark your next assignment. I've got the next stack set for this afternoon. wanna come confirm your claims?”

his brow arched. his diamond eyes invited you. his velvet voice dared you.

and you did. of course you did. he expected that too.

his fourth expectation? that you'd find your way in his lap. with that skirt he loved so much. with your thighs slotted over his knee and his hand cradling your ass while his other graded papers.

you were soaking through his pants. he could feel it. the same way he felt you tremble as he flipped to your assignment. squeezed your ass and bounced his knee to grind up on your cunt.

“those poor panties must be so drenched, huh pretty?” he crooned to your ear, squishing you down onto his bounces and grinds. enjoying your whimpers. your whines as your hands fisted on his shirt.

“look at that,” he pouted, dragging the edge aside of your panties aside so that your clit ground perfectly on the fabric of his pants. “such a slutty student. think this is gonna get you extra credit?”

swat! his fingertips came down in your clit. his leg bounced again to force your needier grinds.

he grinned. cruel and cold on your ear as the sharp strokes of his red pen sliced through the air.

“mm. you're gonna need it. my sweet girl's become a stupid girl in my absence.”

he laughed as you whipped around. as you looked over. saw your assignment littered in red.

and the worst thing is? as he unbuckled his belt and manhandled you over his thighs so your back faced his chest to give you a better look— as his cock slapped on your cunt and dwarfed your folds as he slid between them. as his tip rubbed on your clit in that same way that had you trembling—

you saw it.

saw that he wasn't marking you down in any way that you didn't deserve.

and as his cock plunged in and your back through in an arch. as he snatched your waist and bounced your little cunt on his cock that split you open and had you creaming in seconds. . .

he taunted you. squishing your thighs and biting on your ear. “poor girl. poor, stupid girl.”

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't even surprised when he got a call the next week. an internship at that institution you'd always prattle so excitedly about. poor you. you probably thought just because he had you in his lap and called you his sweet girl— just because you were his once upon a time, that he wouldn't give you a bad reference to the job of your dreams, huh?

poor, sweet, stupid girl.

he was beginning to like your tears. your eyes looked pretty when they were glossed and your lashes were all damp. as you blinked up at him after you burst into his office again. face blotched and hands clenched.

“how could you?” you croaked. “I— you know how important that is to me—”

“you were important to me too.”

“that's not the point! so what you sabotaged me because I broke up with you? what don't you get satoru? we can't do this! what kind of person would—”

you trembled so prettily when he stood. when shook his head with a sigh and slipped his glasses into his hair.

“sweetheart, sweetheart," he tutted, circling his desk and backing you into it once he got in front of you.

“you don't get it, do you?” there's that condescending tone again. the one he used because to him, you were just his dumb, naïve girl.

big hands came down on the edge of the desk that you pressed into. trapping you against the wood and his wickedness as he leaned over. towering you as always. face pressing closer. brows pinched and knitted upwards. face that mockery of sympathy.

“baby, sweetheart, my sweetest girl. here's the thing.” his lips brushed yours. you tensed. teary eyes wide and staring into his.

“I realised. I'm not a good person when it comes to you.”

velvet and diamond. smooth and cutting. like it was simple fact. a set fate.

his head crooked. glasses slipping down his nose and brutal blues pinning you from over the rim.

“y'know. if you come back to me, you wouldn't have to worry about all this. . .”

his sly fingers brushed your hair back. a kiss pressed to your temple.

“I'd take care of you.”

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew you were on the brink. knew it wouldn't take long before you were in his arms again. he just had to wait. even when his fingers ached for your skin. when his lips burned for yours. when his palms itched to just grab you by the waist and drag you back to him cause you were such a stubborn girl.

but he'd wait. wait for you to make the decision. wait for you to realise that you were always his and he was the best you ever had.

so you could imagine his grin when you stayed back after class. when you stood in front of his desk with your eyes batting at him. hesitant. shaky. when you asked him for extra credit in his class that you were now borderline failing. but most of all, when you offered your pretty body to him without him even uttering a word.

this is what he meant. what he waiting for. for you to make the moves. to miss him. to want him.

he fucked you into your dorm bed that night. with your face shoved down and your fingers clinging to your pillow. ass clapping and brushing with his brutal thrusts that smacked his heavy balls on your folds. cock splitting you open and spilling your creamy mess all over the wrinkled sheets.

his hand in your hair. his voice rough in your ear.

“like that, sweetheart? want it like that?” he grinned, feral and cruel as you mewled when he angled right. shoved into a sweetspot and ground so filthily until your eyes rolled back as you drooled his name into the pillow.

“missed how I fucked you— right here?”

“r-right there! please!”

“uhuh? righhhttt here?”

he drawled. hand smacking down on your ass and leaving a sting, before he reached around. pinching and pulling on your spasming clit. as he slammed! all the way in. jamming his hips with yours and rutting on your messy, creaming folds. so a lewd, clickclickclick muffled from your overly-stuffed cunt.

“fuck—” satoru rasped. eyes wild and dilated as his fingers bunched your hair tighter. shoved your face further into the pillow. “take it. take this cock like you were born to. like this slutty cunt missed it.”

he missed your squirts. missed your sobs. missed the way your hand tried to scramble back and grip on his hair as he pummelled your pussy all raw and rough into the ruined sheets.

his eyes fluttered back as you squeezed him again. as you struggled on his name and squirmed beneath him.

“s-sato— sat— hngh.”

“say it, sweetheart.” he grit, twisting your head up. slamming his hips faster. bouncing your body on the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. making your cunt all puffy and his cock all creamy in your cum.

“say my name. say you missed it. tell me whose pussy this is.”

“satoru— toru! toru torruuuu.”

“and don't you ever—” he whined, cock plunging deep as the knot within him snapped. as he frothed him up the way he's been missing. lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back. a filthy, wet, thrust smacked on your bruising ass emphasised every word.

“— ever. fucking. forget it.”

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ thought you would have came back to him after that, but he guessed you were more stubborn than he gave you credit for. that's fine. you just needed one more push. one more and then you'd be back where you finally belonged: in his arms.

so, yeah. he was responsibly fucking pissed when he saw you chatting up the campus fuckboy. hell— when he heard rumours that you two were a thing.

but he calmed himself down. enough to not snatch you by the wrist in the hallway and shove you into a wall. kiss you until your knees trembled. shoved his tongue into your mouth for all to see until he lost his job. that what you wanted? wanted him to be ruined for you?

calmed himself down enough to wait until the day ended. so he could back you into an empty corridor's corner. his hand on your jaw. tilting your face up. so that you could stare into the eyes of the man who had you squirting all over his cock just a few weeks ago. the man who was always yours no matter how much you tried to admit otherwise.

“you know he's not me, right?” he spoke, that nonchalance breaking for the first time in these wretched months you've been apart from him.

he leaned close. didn't kiss you. not your lips, but your temple. as he stared you down. cold. calloused. a warning cracked in those brutal blues.

“he'll never treat you like me. never know how to handle a sweetheart like you.”

his voice shook. breath thinned.

and for the first time since you left him, satoru shattered.

not pitifully, not pathetically, not violently nor catastrophically—

but sharp. and soft. and the kind of breathlessly that made you think his lungs were giving out— as he slumped over you. free hand trembling on the wall right beside your head. still holding your face. cradling it now.

“guys your age won't treat you like I do baby. not like you deserve.”

his thumb brushed your lower lip. he whispered. raw and wrecked.

“won't love you like I do. I love you sweetheart. I fucking love you. don't leave me here.”

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ really underestimated your stubbornness. your resolve. he was almost proud when you shoved him off and he let you go. when you walked away from him.

fine. he just had to wait a little longer. a little longer and you'd come back to him.

next week. a friday night. a phone call.

he didn't blink when he saw your name. when he answered. when he heard your soft, choked sob.

his voice melted into tenderness. soothed your cries. asked you where you were. came and picked you up, because he always would. you'd always be his sweet girl, after all.

satoru warned you about that guy. so he wasn't surprised when he pulled up to the street that you were dropped off on. in the middle of the night. cold and alone. all teary eyes and trembling knees. wasn't surprised when you scrambled into his car and clung to the jacket he gave you.

he listened. as he always did. listened as you cried and ranted and raved about how that guy broke your heart several times tonight. then kicked you out of his car and left you stranded. like you were nothing.

he took you into his arms. as he always did. took you into his arms after he cradled you into his apartment. held you close as you clung to him. hiccuping into his chest and sobbing into his shirt. apologising, crying, apologising, sobbing.

apologising.

begging.

“ssshhh I've got you sweet girl.” strong arms looped you closer. cradled you in that protective warmth with one hand cupping the back of your head and the other one your hip. as he hushed your cries. assured you. squeezed your hip and whispered so tenderly.

“I've got you no sweetheart. not gonna let you go again, okay? I promise baby.”

˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ who cradled your head closer and pressed his lips to the top of your head.

who held your close. who promised to never let you go.

who slipped his phone out of his pocket and held it up behind your head. still cradled by his other, big hand. with his soft kiss still on your hair.

his thumb slid across the screen.

transaction completed.

the final half paid to that bum of a guy you insisted on. who broke your heart for some cash. funny how a little bit of money was all you needed to have your way.

and as satoru held your close. with his arms snuggling you to his chest, and his eyes finally fluttering shut. he relished.

because yeah. you're finally back into his arms. just needed a little nudge.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cursed-carmine. art cred: @/_teaforgods (ig).