you’re straddling sae’s lap in his multi million dollar mansion as one hand rests on your ass caressing the soft flesh.
he feels you shuffle on his lap and his other hand shifts to push your hair out of your face
“what’s wrong bunny?” he says tilting his head leaning forward to pepper your neck with gentle kisses making your nose scrunch and lashes flutter feeling his stubble glide across your skin.
you fidget with your fingers and blink up at him. he’s even more handsome when he’s in his late 40’s. you softly speak up pressing your palms on his chiseled chest.
“ . . . need you.” he smirks with a cocky look his index finger moving to rest under your chin.
“yeah? ask the proper way.”
“ . . . daddy, fuck me. please. “
“mhm. atta girl.” he says softly smacking your ass before shifting on the couch throwing you over his shoulder making you squeak as he lets out a low chuckle.
his foot lightly taps his bedroom door tossing you onto his abnormally huge bed before he leans over hovering over your body.
bigs hands gliding up your body worshiping every part of your body. pressing his clothed erection against your core making you both moan in pleasure from the pressure.
“mm. . . my pretty baby so needy.” he says slipping his hand under your top to fondle with your breasts as he slowly grinds his hips against your clothed core.
“daddy will give you anything his bunny needs. say the word.” licking along your neck stubble brushing against your warm skin. the scent of his expensive cologne giving you a dizzying and tingly feeling.
“i . . . need daddy in me. please-“
the sound of his belt clanking echoes in the room as he tosses his pants off and boxers shortly after.
his thick throbbing cock slapping against his stomach where the patch of hair lies.
the tip red, leaking, and twitching showing how pent up he is.
he pushes your skirt aside before his big hand moves to pump himself a few times making him let out a few grunts before shoving his thick cock into your entrance in one big thrust.
“mnngh. fuck. that’s it.” he breathes dropping his head against your neck as he slowly rolls his hips.
with each roll of his hips as he slides in and out of you reveals the outline of his cock in your stomach making him grunt in pleasure. “mm. baby girl, you see that? that’s daddy’s cock in you.” gliding his fingers against your stomach bulge.
you nod feeling his thick cock fill you up with each thrust and roll of his hips. feeling your eyes get watery as he increases his pace.
the sound of his hips and heavy balls slapping against your ass echo through the room. he pushes your legs far enough till they reach the bed frame to give him a better angle to fuck deeper into you.
he throws his head back moans spilling from his pretty lips as he fucks your hole deeper feeling your gummy walls clench around him with each rough thrust he does.
the bed frame smacking against the wall indicating how hard he’s going at it. both of you sweaty and spent from the intensity of the round.
“mmm… bunny m’ gonna cum in this pretty hole. yeah?”
“. . . fuck— please cum in me daddy. fill me with your seed.”
he fucks into you hard and rough hips slapping against your lower half groans and grunts spilling out of his mouth with no shame.
his hips stills before his balls tighten and spills his thick load deep into your throbbing cunt.
excess cum spilling out of your pussy as he rides out his high.
you’re both sensitive and spent as he pants collapsing beside you. his cock twitching and leaking cum from his orgasm.
“so good f’ me angel.” he says panting throwing his muscular arm over his face as he catches his breath.
his chest heaving up and down. you look down at the mess he made and you shift to his side nuzzling against him. his strong arm moves to pull you closer.
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if you were to poke and prod at isagi yoichi’s being, you’d find a routine he held close to his heart—and his legs. (18+)
every night, before a game, isagi religiously comes over to your place with a smile and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, as well as… a box of condoms.
you lie down on the soft mattress as isagi finds himself in between your thighs, kissing your legs as if it were his life’s one true purpose.
“always so pretty, baby,” he whispers, taking his time, “you know what you do to me?”
deep blue eyes lock onto yours as you bite your lip in a bashful pretense.
“i don’t, actually,” you answer, “why don’t you tell me?” you tilt your head to the side, curling a strand of your hair in a teasing manner.
isagi scoffs as he presses one last kiss against your thigh, “oh i’ll do more than tell you,” he grins.
within a matter of seconds, isagi finds himself nose-deep in between your legs, kissing and licking to his heart’s content as you arch against the bed, nails clawing at his head as he eats like a man starved.
“mmpgh… mhh…” he groans against you, the vibrations spreading throughout your core as you moan uncontrollably.
“yoi—! fuuuck…” you cry, throwing your head back as his fingers join his tongue, teasing and rubbing all over you.
“do it all for this pussy, baby,” he says, pulling back for a second, taking in the sight before him.
isagi makes eye contact with you as you gulp, his nose pressing up against your clit, and you can practically feel his grin as he softly nuzzles against you, “d’ya know that? hm? that this pussy’s my lucky charm?”
you all but thrash against his hold as he continues his meal, his palms against your hips pinning you down on the bedding as you try to escape.
“every time i see her, it’s like… mmph—! fucking golden… maybe i should get a lotto ticket next time, huh?”
isagi dives back down to your pussy, but not before spitting a nasty glob of saliva as you mewl.
“she just… keeps calling for me, doesn’t she, baby?” he says, lapping at you like you’re ice cream on a warm, sunny sunday morning, “just aching for me, hm?”
notes: soft headcanons, just thinking about sae as a husband (i’ve been adding to this over time so the nsfw & sfw aren't separated.)
husband!sae who proposed after inviting you out to ‘dinner.’ he’d been planning it for a while, thinking about how to ask you when he came to a conclusion — in one of your favourite expensive restaurants, you deserved nothing but the best after all. but he knew neither of you liked huge, flashy, extravagant public displays, so he kept it ‘simple.’ privately hired the store so it'd be peaceful, had your food served and the ring ready.
husband!sae who bought the ring he had subtly caught you staring at so many times.
husband!sae who knew you’d say yes, but still finds himself astonished when you do, running into his arms with big tears of happiness running down your cheeks.
"yes, yes, yes, oh my god!!" all you could do was repeat the confirmation over and over, eyes sparkling with joy. he put the ring on your finger, the exact ring you'd hoped for.
husband!sae who gnaws at the inner part of his mouth, eyes wide with adoration when he sees you walk down the aisle in your wedding dress — the fluffy poofy lace engulfing you like a beautiful white swan.
husband!sae who grumbles during family pictures at the wedding because rin stands between the two of you with an agitated look.
“can’t believe she agreed to marry you.” rin would groan in his face. “you definitely don’t deserve her.”
sae would tell him, “be quiet.” but he was really grateful that you decided to spend the rest of your life with him.
husband!sae who fucks you raw for the first time on your wedding night and after that he can't fuck you with a condom anymore.
“hah—! you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” he damn near whimpered, your cunt tensed around him as a thick white ring settled at the base of his dick. “fuck, pretty pussy’s milking me so good.” he fucked all of his loads into you and you took it as his lovely wife.
husband!sae who when he’s not giving you a creampie, pulls out and cums on your gorgeous ass, admiring his work.
husband!sae who smiles to himself when your letters come through the mailbox, directed to ‘mrs. itoshi’
husband!sae who loves buying you gifts and spoiling you rotten when he comes home from abroad, he hadn’t seen you for so long after all. you want money for nails? consider it done. money for new clothes? he’d make sure they were designer. his money was your money.
“you want this one too?”
“well..” you looked at the tag, hesitant. “it’s quite expensive.”
“don’t be stupid, nothing’s too expensive for you.”
husband!sae who has you in the nastiest arch when he comes home to you greeting him in the lingerie he bought — tits in that frilly red push-up, nipples hard underneath, sweet pussy all ready for him.
husband!sae who always wears his ring under his gloves during matches, a good luck charm. it’s become a part of the jewellery he never takes off. his teammates catch him staring at it sometimes, absent minded, in the changing room.
husband!sae who fucks you mean after his team loses.
“sae, ohmygodd—, y-you’re too deep!” you would complain while drooling blissfully into the pillows, pussy fluttering for more of his mean pounds. “be quiet and fucking take it.” he would slap your ass hard and you’d clench around him. “you like that? shit, you’re such a slut.”
husband!sae who’s oh so gentle with aftercare. with light conversation, he'd move you like you're precious, helping you stand, cleaning you up, bath full to the brim with bubbles and bath salts. all you had to do was sit back and let him pamper you.
husband!sae who lets you blow him after a long day.
“yeah, just like that, love.” your freshly manicured nails wrapped around his dick, tongue swirling his tip. “you’re always so good for me.” he would sigh, head resting back as he pushed deep into your mouth.
husband!sae who loves morning sex, the quietness in the air as he softly fucks you, the intimacy of the dawn as he spoons you, back to his chest, cunt creaming around him.
“you’re so pretty like this.” he exhaled, one of your legs hiked as he plunged into your warmth. all you could do was whine contently, thigh trembling in his hold as you drew close. the sun on your skin as it peeked through the curtain. “are you close? come for me.”
husband!sae who likes to cook for you. after being abroad and having to live alone, he’s learnt some recipes.
“try this.” he would hold the spoon to your lips carefully.
“oh, it's good.”
“of course it is.” he’d roll his eyes. “don’t underestimate me.”
husband!sae who protects you from the press.
“do you know what people say about your wife? they say—”
he’ll hit them with a disgusted look before replying. “don’t say a thing if you don't want to embarrass yourself.”
husband!sae who laughs at you for getting sick saying your immune system is weak but tenderly cares for you the entire time.
husband!sae who catches the illness off you and now you have to take care of him.
“thought i had the weak immune system.” you snickered.
“shut up.” he’d rasp out because his nose was blocked.
husband!sae who’s a listener, he loves hearing you talk about anything — how your day was, your favourite songs, what you want him to make for dinner. he just loved hearing your voice.
husband!sae who learns that relationships are about communication, he learns to speak his actual feelings and not push you away.
husband!sae who has an obvious soft spot for you, he’s so cute and vulnerable sometimes.
“hey look, this plush is super cute!” you squeezed it, showing it to him.
“no, it looks ridiculous.” he scoffed.
you would find it ‘mysteriously’ sitting on your vanity the following week.
husband!sae who bought you a digital camera after you asked, and you brought it everywhere with you, capturing all your sweet memories together. he found himself flicking through the camera sometimes, smiling at the photos.
husband!sae who doesn’t feel anything when you argue. that was the type of person he was, unaware of others emotions because he thought what he was saying was necessary to say. yet later, under that monotone face, he unconsciously was feeling frustrated at himself for treating you like that. he was always too blunt and harsh.
you were giving him the silent treatment as well which didn’t help. he’d normally leave you alone because he thought you were ‘overemotional’ but he knew better now.
“i’m sorry.” he uttered. “can we talk about it?” he was so sincere, so sweet.
you’d forgive him, eventually.
husband!sae who’s a dacryphile — seeing the expressions you make for him, so open, so transparent, so sensitive, drove him insane.
“fuck, you look so good.” he’d hold your face with one big palm — overstimulated and sobbing, big welling tears in your shiny eyes, face fucked out, it made him hard all over again.
“crying over my dick, does it feel that good, baby?” he'd taunt you while licking at your tears, salt tingling on his tongue before spreading kisses over your wet cheeks.
“c-can’t anymore, too full!” you’d have to force the words out through sobs, nails clawing at his back desperately.
“yes you can, pretty, i know you can, one more.” it was never just one more.
husband!sae who loves to come home to you peacefully snoring away in his clothes, cuddling up with your warm body.
he was already craving your touch as he walked towards the bedroom door, it was late at night, he knew you’d be asleep.
treading in quietly, his eyes fell on your sleeping figure. curled up in his shirt with your ring snug on your finger, diamond glistening in the moonlight — you looked so precious.
he wasted no time, hopping into the bathroom for a quick shower then snuggling into you, encompassing you with his body, whispering, “i’m home.”
“huh? sae...” you groggily rubbed a hand over his chest.
“i didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” he’d grab your hand, smoothing a kiss over the ring.
your husband, sae, realises that no one makes him feel this way besides you.
vivian hugo is the type of man to wait outside the changing room for you.
he’s the type of man to stand quietly just outside the fitting room without a single complaint, one hand holding the growing pile of clothes you insisted you "just wanted to look at."
every few minutes you'd slide the curtain open just enough to ask, "does this one look better?" and he'd look up immediately, giving you his full attention like there wasn't a crowded store around him.
he wouldn't rush his answer either. he'd actually study how the fabric fit, how the color looked against your skin, whether you looked comfortable rather than whether it was trendy. if he noticed your smile looked forced, he'd gently tell you to try something else because he cared far more about how you felt wearing it than what everyone else might think.
at one point, you'd finally step all the way out wearing an outfit you were secretly hoping he'd like.
hugo wouldn't give the dramatic reaction you expected. no widened eyes, no exaggerated compliments, no teasing whistle.
he'd simply look at you for a quiet moment before giving a small nod, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to be noticed. "it suits you," he'd say as naturally as if he were commenting on the weather, but his eyes would linger for a second longer than usual, taking in every little detail.
if he walked over to straighten the sleeve on your shoulder or smooth a wrinkle from your shirt without even thinking about it, that was all the proof you needed that he absolutely loved it.
he'd end up carrying your purse, your shopping bags, your drink, and even your phone because you kept handing him things before disappearing behind the curtain again. not once would he sigh or check the time.
he'd simply lean against the wall outside or sit down near a bench, waiting patiently while listening for your voice, occasionally smiling to himself whenever he heard your little "hold on, i'm changing."
if another customer accidentally walked toward your fitting room thinking it was empty, hugo would politely stop them before they even reached the curtain. "someone's in there," he'd say with an easy smile before stepping aside again, returning to his post like it was the most natural thing in the world.
and if you apologized afterward for making him wait so long, he'd only look at the bags in his hands before looking back at you, noticing how excited you were over the clothes you'd picked out.
to him, standing there for an hour was nothing if it meant getting to see that expression on your face. he'd much rather wait outside the changing room than have you shop alone, because for him, the waiting was just another way of being by your side.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
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bunny is growing on mee😓 i thought this would be perfect for him + hes hot as hell n soo big, soo yeah bunny debut!! howd i do! also i feel like he’d either be reallyy sweet in bed or just downright nasty but idk (idk spanish so i used the basics sorry n i WILL get back to my reqs now, sigh..)
the whole room felt foggy, like a hazy blissful dream and your mind was floating in it — the euphoric feeling of bunny’s dick being the only thing you could concentrate on and the intense sparks of pleasure and ecstasy that hit every time he buried himself in you.
the heat and smell of sex was practically palpable in the room, the air a swirl of his moans and your whimpers, seeping from both of your lips as you held your legs wide for him. he was stood between them, your body draped across the sheets at the edge of the bed, cunt on full display as he held onto your inner thighs.
his huge dick was making you twitch every time he fucked into you, the indecent repetitive plap! of skin to skin bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. your moans were so loud you guarantee your neighbours would be filing a noise complaint again.
not that bunny cared.
he adored the way you would call out his name, voice all raspy and whiny as he stretched you so well and so so full. he was obsessed with how your pretty pussy squeezed around his throbbing cock, a feeling he could never get tired of, as your body got closer and closer. and he was addicted to that look in your eyes — that glassy, empty look of yours that told him he had fucked you soo good you had gone dumb. not a single thought but him swimming around in that sweet little head of yours.
so of course he had to drag multiple orgasms out of you, seeing you like that was his treat.
“you still with me?” he didn’t think he had to ask with that look beginning to appear on your face but he did anyways, reaching down to slap at your cheek demeaningly. “or is your head already empty, cariño?”
his hips still meeting yours ruthlessly because he refused to slow down, you were fighting to keep your legs open, hands slippery from sweat and thighs twinging from keeping them wide open for ages.
“o-of course i am, don’t flatter, ah— yourself!” you hissed.
“really? that won’t do.” he spoke to himself acting like he was surprised that you had responded, “i’ll have to fix that.”
he was laughing slightly, the tone of it cruel sounding as he halted his movements and leaned in. you were dwarfed by his giant frame in instant, the entirety of his weight pressing against you, crushing you under his heaviness.
and it only made you wetter.
your glistening tits pushed to his scarred chest, he was kissing you sloppy — nipping at your bottom lip before dipping his tongue in your mouth, keen to taste you. you were struggling to match his frantic hunger, only able to moan into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue.
“concentrate on me.” he panted, pulling away as strings of spit stretched between you two. “you can do that for me, can’t you?”
you had never nodded so fast in your life, eyes locked with his crimson ones, not a lick of hesitation on your face. he pressed a kiss to your lips again, gentle and brief this time, a stark contrast to the one previously and you felt your knees go weak.
hands now coming to rest on your waist, he resumed — drawing you into his pounds and moving just as swiftly as before, not sparing a single second to build the pace back up. a thick ring of combined cum settled at the base of his dick and your cunt seemed to squelch louder, your added wetness only increasing the perverted sounds of the room.
your legs were slowing closing and your hands were slipping, fatigue battered joints trying to catch a break when bunny’s hips were coming to a halt again, voice teasing you as he gazed at you hopelessly.
“princesa, don’t do that,” he was swatting your arms away and folding you himself, angling your ass and hips a little higher, spreading your legs further and gripping down behind your knees. “how am i meant to see that pretty pussy if you do, hm?”
the newfound angle was insane. his already stupidly giant dick had found a place deep inside your creamy walls that made your fingers crawl at the sheets, his fat tip that had shot several loads into you was pressed up at your cervix and your pussy that had already squirted a dozen times was ready to spray more.
“b-bunny! ohh, you’re gonna make me cum!” it felt like he was in your lungs, your cunt only able to clench around his length as you pathetically whimpered.
“so soon?” he chuckled, “it’s okay, you don’t need to think, just keep focused on me.”
he was driving his hips flush to yours, knocking the breath out of you and making you cry out, the waves of pleasure hard to contain. you really were so close already, teetering on the edge of your orgasm as your eyes turned into the back of your skull — pussy fluttering as his thumb found your clit.
“cum on this dick, cariño.” he was groaning at the tight hug from your walls, your swollen bud pulsing under his touch. your orgasm was brewing, his thumb putting delicious pressure on the bundle of nerves, the stimulation intense and hot.
mouth open and jaw slack, you were losing your mind, cunt clenching his dick like a vice and splashing his abdomen with liquid as your vision went white. even though this was around the fourth orgasm, it was mind shattering — hitting even harder than the previous ones. your were legs trembling and spine curving off the clammy sheets, thoughts cloudy as he fucked you through it.
“f-fuck, there you go.” bunny was smiling smug at your expression. oh how he loved it, you were so pretty like this.
you were in ruins — the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning, eyes rolling and irises flicking into the back of your head, drool spilling off the corners of your lips and clinging to your cheek. your brain felt like fucking mush.
“you still with me now?”
“mmmh.” you slurred, your head obviously up in the clouds. the overstimulation your poor cunt was enduring felt divine and you were coating his dick a milky white.
“that’s what i thought, fuck— this pussy’s killing me, princesa.” pushing his twitching cock into your sensitive heat, his moans were only getting more vocal now as he began to reach his peak, fingers leaving an impression into your skin as the veins in his arms bulged. “does she want to be filled up, huh? does she want my cum?”
“y-yeah!” you were mindlessly yelping the word, balling the sheets in your fists and whining his name because he was the only thing on your mind.
“then i’ll give it to her.”
knuckles turning white as his hold on your thighs tightened, he was meeting your pussy with a particularly hard thrust and releasing straight into your overstuffed womb, a loud broken groan leaving his lips. your entire body shuddered at the sensation, cunt sopping and glistening as he pulled out, multiple rounds worth of cum leaking out your hole.
“look at that.” he was running two thick fingers over your slit, gathering the drip and shoving it back into your cunt. “can’t waste any after you begged for it.”
“t-too much...” you whimpered, limp and exhausted, unable to scoot away from him.
he was bending down and dropping a soft kiss to your lips, caressing a warm hand over your cheek. “i know, you did well, amor.”
"You should tell your boyfriend what you've been doing", he said so quietly, you almost couldn't hear it. "Huh?" You looked down at Sae who stared at you with half lidded eyes and flushed cheek beneath you while you rode him. "T-tell my boyfrie-? Ah! Sae!" You couldn't finish your sentence because of Sae roughly pinching your nipples.
"Yeah. Tell him you're with me now" You breath picked up, as his tip pushed against that sugery spot inside your fluttering walls. He poked against the bulge in your stomach with his index, hissing and pressing his eyes shut as his dick twitched inside.
"B-but he is your teammate!", you whined unable to control the altitude of your voice because of Sae who thrusted up in your cunt. "You'll be in trouble too if he finds out"Sae huffed, before lifting you off his dick and flipping you around, soppily ramming into you.
Your legs stretched, while your back arched up, eyes rolling back. "fuck! S-so rough?" He grunted, before kissing you to muffle your moans, then pulling away and grabbing your jaw, digging his thumb in one cheek, while all his other fingers dug into the other one, opening your mouth that way
"I don't give a fuck" Sae lifted your hips, angling them to get deeper into your dripping pussy, while letting his spit drip into your mouth.His whole body was shaking and his breath was stuttering, his thrusts didn't lack any intensity though.
"Tell your boyfriend-" His pace slowed down and got replaced with powerful rams inside you, before he started to move his trembling hips in circles, creaming your walls in his spurting cum and dragging his pulsing veins along your clenching walls "-that I am your boyfriend now"
the argument had been stupid. something about training schedules and how he was pushing himself too hard again. words got sharp, voices got louder, and then he’d stormed off into the bedroom with that rare stormy look on his face.
now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, back to the door, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it had personally offended him. rare loki sulk. the kind that made your chest ache.
you’d tried texting. tried knocking. nothing. so you tried a different approach.
you stripped completely in the hallway. every piece of clothing left in a messy pile. no bra, no panties, nothing.
just bare skin, still slightly flushed from the fight and the nerves. you pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside, heart hammering.
“julien…” your voice came out soft. “i’m sorry. i was being an ass and said those bad things to you, i didn’t mean to snap like that...”
he didn’t turn and just gave a quiet, stubborn little huff.
you took another step closer, standing right behind him now. “i’m really sorry. look… turn around, please? i want you to see how sorry i am…”
something in your tone must’ve caught him, because he finally twisted around—and froze.
his sharp gold eyes went huge. literally saucer-wide. his mouth fell open a little. the french prodigy, the speedster who usually looked like he owned every room he walked into, just sat there staring at your completely naked body like he’d forgotten how language worked.
“…p—putain,” he breathed.
you watched the exact second the sulk melted. his cheeks went pink. his gaze dragged slowly down your chest, over your stomach, between your legs, then snapped back up to your face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
that intense, competitive edge softened into pure shock and hunger. “tu… tu es nue,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. “mon dieu, ma belle… you’re completely bare for me?”
you bit your lip, stepping closer until you were standing between his knees. “mhm.. ~ ‘cuz i hate fighting with you.. and i miss having you in my arms. so… this is me saying sorry..”
julien made a low, helpless sound in his throat. his hands came up almost automatically, hovering like he was afraid to touch at first. then they settled on the backs of your thighs. he stared at your pussy like it had personally ended the argument for him, then leaned in.
absolutly zero warnings. no teasing first kisses on the stomach. just a long, wet, open-mouthed drag of his tongue straight up your slit.
“fuck—tu goûtes si bon…” he groaned against you, and then he properly went to work.
he ate you out like he was punishing both of you for the fight. tongue flat and broad, lapping thick stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit, then circling it hard and fast.
he sucked the swollen little bud between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue until your knees almost buckled. one of his hands stayed locked on your ass to keep you from pulling away; the other slid two fingers inside you without hesitation, curling them up and rubbing that sensitive spot like he already had a map of it.
“juli ahh fuck..—slow down—”
he just hummed, the vibration shooting straight through you, and doubled down. those fingers pumped faster.
the wet sounds filled the room instantly—obscene, loud, dirty. your thighs started trembling hard. “already shaking, ma chérie?” he murmured, pulling back just long enough to speak against your soaked folds.
“you walk in here naked to apologize and expect me not to ruin this pretty pussy? non. i am going to make you cum until you can’t stand.”
he sealed his mouth over you again and sucked hard.
the first almost-squirt orgasm hit like a truck. your whole body locked up, a ting gush of wetness flooding his tongue. you cried out and tried to close your legs, but he forced them wider with his shoulders and kept licking through it, drinking every drop like he was starving.
“ohh… look at that,” he teased, voice rough and licking his lips shiny. “…you almost wet yourself on my tongue already. adorable.”
you barely had time to catch your breath before he was back on you. this time he focused lower, tongue fucking into your hole while his nose ground against your clit.
the dual pressure had you rocking against his face, hands fisted in his buzzed head, half-begging and half-sobbing.
he edged you right to the brink again—tongue and fingers working in perfect, mean coordination—then slowed just enough to keep you from tipping over.
did it three more times. each time you got close enough that your stomach clenched and that deep, urgent pressure built like you were about to squirt or straight-up lose control of your bladder, he’d ease off, kiss your inner thigh, and whisper filthy french praise.
“pas encore… not yet, mon amour. hold it for me. i want to see how wet you can get before you break~”
by the fourth almost, you were actually whimpering. legs shaking so hard he had to hold you up. tears of pure overstimulation at the corners of your eyes. your pussy was throbbing, dripping down his chin, so sensitive every brush of his tongue felt electric.
“... then do it,” he growled, and attacked your clit with short, rapid flicks while his fingers slammed into that perfect spot.
you came so hard you really did squirt—sharp pulses of fluid that soaked his mouth, his jaw, the front of his shirt. a broken, high moan tore out of you.
your hips jerked helplessly against his face as another wave hit, then another, until it felt like you were pissing from how hard and how long the release went on.
julien didn’t pull away. he just moaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted and kept licking you through every last shudder, cleaning up every drop with slow, filthy strokes of his tongue until you were twitching and oversensitive and half-collapsing into his arms.
only then did he finally lean back, lips pretty and glistening, eyes still wide and soft, completely wrecked with affection.
“je te pardonne,” he said, voice hoarse, pulling you down onto his lap so he could nuzzle your neck.
“completely. instantly. next time we fight… just walk in naked again. i’ll eat this perfect pussy until you forget why we were even mad… although, you did get some in my nose so maybe you should say sorry for that now~?”
“fucking go to hell…” you lean forward lazily, totally deadweight against him.
synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing they’re simply two sides of the same coin.
content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjo’s an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajo’s a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.
word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and it’s overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofread—sorry in advance, truly)
In your defense, you didn't think he would care.
Sato Gojo—esteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboy—was the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.
Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?
Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.
Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?
——
For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” He’d say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after you’d asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.
You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside you—and even then you’re certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.
Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.
And if you had to guess what exactly it was...
“Fuuck, y’like that don’t you?” He’d groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. “Like the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?”
The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. “Mhmm,” You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.
You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.
Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way up—his chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. “Don’t do that,” Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, “Speak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.”
“Uhuhh, yes,” You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, “I love it, Sato.”
Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, “Yeahh, I know you do. Jus’ can’t get enough of me.”
Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego you’d ever seen.
Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from him—your moans getting airier by the second.
His smile widened, “Hah, where’re you goin’?” He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. “Look at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.
You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.
Warm lips pressing against your ear, “C’mon, I jus’ want one more outta’ you,” He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.
Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.
That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.
“Mhmm, that’s it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckin’ cock—juuust like that.”
His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.
Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, “S’too much,” that he could barely hear.
Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. “My dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.
You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomen—right over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skin—and applying an egregious amount of pressure.
“M’gonna cum, Sato,” You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.
He’d smile all victoriously and whisper, “That's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?”
Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldn’t do for some reason.
He never said anything but he thinks maybe you’re just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesn’t feel like putting in.
Four orgasms in a row? That’s fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just can’t.
You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.
You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.
Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with him—thinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.
Not his though.
Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirt—the fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who could—
He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.
And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.
Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.
Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.
And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.
When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"
You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.
Why would he? You didn’t need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. He’s well aware that he’s the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasn’t in his character.
There’d been jokes and banter between the two of you before—obviously—but it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.
Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.
He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath or—"
"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.
You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.
Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.
Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.
Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.
Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.
Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.
You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.
——
Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.
It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.
In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.
Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about something—Sato had been selfish for the first time with you.
Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.
The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.
Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.
His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.
Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.
And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.
But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.
Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.
Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.
He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happened—as if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.
"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.
Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.
It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.
Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"
Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."
Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.
After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"
He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"
Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."
Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."
"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.
His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"
Again, the words came off blunt and careless.
Leading you to flinch internally, "I mean—yeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."
"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.
It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.
You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."
"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.
"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"
"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.
You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before this—for the most part—so what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?
The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"
"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."
The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."
That hits you square in the chest.
Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."
"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."
"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"
"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."
Something inside you finally boiled over.
"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."
Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.
Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first time—probably in his life—his confidence had cracked. "Shit—wait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.
It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.
His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I just—"
"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.
He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.
The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.
You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.
Someone solid.
Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.
There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.
...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?
With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawline—that's somehow a tad softer—and the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.
Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.
Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.
"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uh—"
"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.
There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?
His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.
Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.
Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked away—cursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.
It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.
He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fucked—listening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.
He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.
After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with you—no matter how badly his brother fucked up—he knew you'd be back eventually.
As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.
——
A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.
In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.
Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.
The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.
Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.
He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studies—textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.
It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.
You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.
Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.
Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.
While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that close—not close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.
Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.
Even when you ran into Toru on campus.
One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.
You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.
This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.
If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.
But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...
It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.
In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.
Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."
Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.
Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"
You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.
Which is how you ended up in their living room.
The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.
He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.
It never happens.
Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.
You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.
The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"
To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."
His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.
The night was going well enough for you to forget all about—
Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.
At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.
The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"
Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clench—something of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.
"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.
Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."
Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"
There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.
"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"
"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.
He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."
His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"
"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.
You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.
"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.
At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.
"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"
You hang up the phone before he can continue.
The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.
After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.
A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.
You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberish—the only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.
As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.
“I mean, it can’t be that hard.” Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.
Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.
Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, “Your brother said the same thing."
Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, “He doesn’t care enough.”
Cocking a brow, “Doesn’t care enough to make me squirt?” You ask.
The sound of the man’s breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. “Obviously not,” Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. “If he did, he would’ve made sure you… uh, did that.”
Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out wider—almost invitingly so.
He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.
“Did what, Toru? Say it,” You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. “He would’ve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breath—mentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you again—and then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.”
Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.
Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.
Biting back a smile, “Well, he makes me cum a lot.” You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, “Like, back to back.”
He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, “Then, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, “But—“
“As I said the first time,” Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, “It can’t be that hard.”
The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.
You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.
Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, “You sound like you wanna try.”
Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of him—your affect on the man was as clear as day.
Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, “Would you let me if I did?”
“Do you?” You ask quicker than he expects you to.
His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?
Toru gulps again, “Do I.. what?”
Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.
Which makes you giggle, “You’re the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Don’t start acting dumb just to appeal to me.”
He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, “I just… I wanted to hear you say it.”
You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. “Do you wanna try making me squirt?”
Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, “It’s not something to be tried, it’s just something I can do for you.” He explains.
Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, “Someone's confident.”
He merely whispers, “‘Can’t be that hard.”
——
Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.
Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your face—Toru was nothing like his slightly older brother.
No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.
Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone else—beyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasure—Toru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.
“Taste s’good,” He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, “More,” as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. “Gimme’ more—mmpfh. Please?"
You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.
“Ah, T-Toru, fuck!” You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spot—addicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.
His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.
Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.
Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.
Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.
His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.
Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.
His voice deep and aching, “Sit on my face,” He requested before whining again. “Pleasepleaseplease,” the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, “Need it s’bad.”
You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.
But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed face—his shaky hands tight against your hips—you were a little too nervous to sit down.
Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.
“Ride it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.
Your eyes went all wide, “…Your mouth?”
Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, “Want you to feed your pussy to me.”
Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.
“Ohfuck,” You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.
You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.
The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.
Meanwhile Toru couldn’t seem to get enough.
He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasn’t until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.
Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.
You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.
The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldn’t let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toru’s strength.
His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.
“S-Something feels-, nngh,” Your struggles were just the cutest thing. “Different.” You tried to warn him.
His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, “It’s supposed to feel different, sweet girl. That’s what happens when you come to the right twin.”
Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in him—must be a trait that runs into family.
Except, it’s not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.
But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.
Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygen—not that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.
It wasn’t long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you would’ve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.
Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.
By the time your brain feels like it’s functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.
His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses you’ve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if that’s from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.
Toru didn’t do anything but pant heavily—his breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.
“Shit,” You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.
With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.
Then he chuckles softly, “You don’t have t’clean those.” Toru tells you, tone mumbled.
You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but he’d moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.
“I like the mess,” he added.
After which you’re stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely there’s some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but he’s not at all worrying about that right now.
Not with the painfully hard cock he’s got twitching in between his legs.
He wasn’t gonna tell you out of fear you’d assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.
Toru’s never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos to—clearly—figure out how it’s done. He didn’t think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-
“Can you do that again?” Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.
“W-What?” Toru chokes, “You uh, you want me to make you squirt again?”
You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, “It felt really good. I wanna do it again,” You requested almost innocently. “But, on your cock this time.”
He doesn’t know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.
Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuck—did you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?
Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. “Alright, yeah… I can do that.” He thinks. Not that he’ll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize what’s going on until he’s swooped you up in his arms. “But not here.”
You blink dumbfoundedly, “Why not?”
“I have a better idea.”
——
When he said that, you didn’t think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brother’s room.
You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.
It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.
“I think after all the times I’ve had to hear the two of you fuck,” Toru’s hands were running down your body—his touch smoother than his brother’s ever were. “It’s only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?”
Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.
It’s no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.
That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toru’s got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.
With his clothes all gone, you realized that he’d been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didn’t even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.
Seeing how you’re staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.
He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.
What an asshole.
Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. “Hm,” His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you he’d be within the next few minutes—hand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. “Does he reach this far?”
You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.
Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Sato’s is a bit longer while Toru’s has that veining thickness.
To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, “Put it in and find out.”
Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.
Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.
“Huh. I think I figured it out,” Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.
Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.
“There it is,” Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. “That’s what you like. You like being teased.”
You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, “N-No, I just—“
“Shhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.” He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commanding—yearning only to teach you true pleasure. “See how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,” He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. “Don’t you want it inside you sooo badly?”
Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, “I do. Toru please,” You pleaded delightfully.
His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.
"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."
Your back arches up off the bed this time and you’ve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"
Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.
Nor was he ready for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toru’s left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, “O-Ohh… Oh fuck.” he pants, “You’re so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..”
You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.
Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, “Didn’t know you could curse s’much, Toru.”
He knew right then and there he was fucked.
“G-Gonna cum,” He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.
You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.
The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.
By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, you’re slow to snort, “…Toru?”
“Shit,” He gasps immediately, “Shitshitshit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cum,” His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, “I just-, you felt so good. I couldn’t-, fuck. I’m—“
“It’s okay,” You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, “Just keep goin’.”
“But-,” His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize he’s… still hard.
With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. “O-Ohh, fuck. That sounds s’nasty...” He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.
“Mhm,” You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.
If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?
A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yours—awkward but careful.
The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.
He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you were—how his brother never deserved any of this.
It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.
“What the fuck.” Sato’s voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.
When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin was steadily fucking you to gentle tears.
“S-Sato,” You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toru’s hand move to press down your lower abdomen—tightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. “Ohmygod-,” Both men heard the way you choked, “M’gonna cum.”
Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"
“No one has to teach me shit,” Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.
What a sight—his own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought he’d see the day, honestly.
Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. The sight of you two wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, y’know, with glasses…
“Clearly someone does,” Toru’s delayed response came after he’d tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brother’s bedsheets. “Especially if I was able to do it.”
Rolling his eyes, “Bullshit.” Sato spat without letting his brother’s words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, “Wait, what? No way, show me.”
Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, “Uh, we didn’t record it or anything–”
“No, I mean do it again, four eyes.” His older brother clarifies rudely.
You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, “What?”
“I don’t believe him,” Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, “So, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.”
You blink. “You want him to do that in front of you?”
“I want to see you squirt, period,” He admits, “I don’t care who gets it outta’ you at this point.”
You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.
“Well?” Sato scoffs. “If you’re gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, don’t stop now that I’m here. Put on a fuckin’ show for me.”
Ever so demanding he was…
——
Not that you or Toru seemed to care.
The next position you end up in is rather… precarious, to say the least.
You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.
Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.
Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldn’t move in any way to escape Toru’s desperate thrusts.
The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Sato’s large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.
Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toru’s grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache he’d been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.
The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.
"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.
A singular gasp of, "Inside.” from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.
"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."
You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.
Sato couldn’t take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.
It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.
"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.
To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"
You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh… f-fuuuck, Toru. M’cummin.”
His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new home—imprint himself there permanently.
Breathing all heavy against you, “S’okay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?”
Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because he’s watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toru—his dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.
Your pussy quivers from the release and you’re whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.
When you calm down from it, Toru’s still got you in his arms and all you’re left to focus on is Sato’s pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.
“Well, fuck. Look at you,” He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, “Just a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?”
Your head barely bobs in response—far too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.
Sato’s hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, “Yeahhh? Y’liked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?” He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, “Bet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckin’ wet from this.”
Toru’s easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, “Unfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.”
Keeping things simple, “I’m willing to share now.”
…
Things should have ended there. Seriously.
But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.
“Wrap those lips around me, baby.” Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.
Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to… clean the mess he left in there, apparently.
Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted one—currently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.
All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You weren’t that dumb.
While you gathered Sato’s cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, “Atta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.”
His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toru’s compliant tongue.
Sato’s bed was a mess of all sorts of fluids—overly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.
The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toru’s mouth with another raining mess.
Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that it’s what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didn’t even bother to ask you to swallow what he’d just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.
Normally that’s his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, he’d missed all of that because seeing his brother’s face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.
“Ohhh, shit. That was more than the first time.” Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.
Sato’s ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, “First time?” he asked. It was clear he still didn’t believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.
Toru looks at his brother, “Yeah… More than the first time she squirted.”
Sato stares. “You… You made her squirt before I got here?” Disbelief was evident in his tone.
He chuckles, “You asked me that like it’s hard or something, of course I did.”
You pull yourself up from Sato’s softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasn’t slow to overcome you.
Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, “Soooo… you’re gonna do that for only me next time, right?”
There’s not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay down—back facing the two of them.
“Hello?” Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, “Chat, am I muted…?”
Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.
Then, you’re wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, “Fuckin’ loser…”
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content . . ৎ → in which they discover that "happy wife, happy life" might just be the secret to a happy marriage with you ☆
ft. rin itoshi, julien loki, michael kaiser, reo mikage, shidou ryusei, barou shoei, and godwin kuso ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
˚₊‧꒰ა ITOSHI RIN
The shopping bag looked strangely out of place in Rin's hand.
Normally, he'd come home carrying groceries, sports drinks, or whatever happened to be on his list after training. Today, however, he stood by the front door holding an oversized paper bag that looked suspiciously difficult to explain.
Across the living room, you barely acknowledged his arrival.
"Welcome home," you mumbled without looking away from the television.
A familiar voice echoed through the speakers.
"Where's everyone going? Bingo?"
It had become something of a weekend tradition for the two of you. Rin loves horror games almost as much as football, so your evenings often ended with the two of you replaying Resident Evil together. He'd focus on conserving ammunition and solving puzzles.
You, unfortunately, were much more invested in Leon Kennedy.
Rin glanced from the television to the shopping bag in his hand before quietly setting his keys down.
"...You've played this game four times."
"I know."
"You already know what happens."
"I know."
"You still laughed."
"...Because Leon's funny."
Rin stared at the blond man on the television for a long second.
"...Can you pause the game for a second?"
That finally caught your attention.
You turned around, only to find him nudging the paper bag toward you with the same reluctant expression people wore when handing over paperwork they didn't want to sign.
Curiosity quickly replaced your confusion. You reached inside, your fingers brushing against soft fabric before finding... considerably more fabric than expected.
"...Rin?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he rested an elbow against the armrest, already looking like someone preparing himself for the consequences of his own decisions.
"You kept saying it was sold out," he said simply. "So... I bought it."
You pulled the contents free.
Silence settled over the living room.
A life-sized Leon Kennedy body pillow stared back at you.
You looked at Leon.
Then at Rin.
Then back at Leon again.
"...You bought me the Leon Kennedy body pillow?"
Rin avoided your eyes with impressive determination.
"You've mentioned wanting one every single time we've walked past that hobby store." A quiet sigh escaped him. "After the eighth visit, I figured listening to you mourn it forever would be more exhausting than buying it."
The realization hit all at once.
Without a shred of dignity, you hugged the pillow to your chest as though reuniting with a long-lost lover.
"...Leon."
Across the room, Rin watched his own spouse enthusiastically embrace another man.
Granted, the other man happened to be printed on polyester. Oh, that technicality did very little for his mood.
"Oh my gosh... Rin, look at him! They actually used the official artwork!" You turned the pillow around excitedly, admiring every little detail as though it belonged in a museum. "The jacket! The gloves! They even got the stupid haircut right! This is literally the sold-out version!"
You looked seconds away from crying tears of joy.
"I've wanted this forever..."
"...You really like it," he observed quietly.
"I love it!" You immediately wrapped both arms around the pillow again, happily squeezing it against your chest. "I don't think you understand how impossible these are to find anymore. Rin, this is genuinely the best surprise you've ever given me!"
"...I see."
His response came quietly.
You were far too busy admiring the body pillow to notice.
"It'll look so cute on the bed... Oh! Or maybe the couch? Actually..." You tilted your head thoughtfully. "No, definitely the bed."
Across the room, Rin sat perfectly still.
His gaze drifted from you......to Leon.
...then back to you again.
A long, contemplative silence settled over the living room.
Only when you looked up to show him the pillow again did you finally notice the look on his face.
"...Rin?"
"I've been home for less than ten minutes." His voice remained as calm and matter-of-fact as ever, which somehow made it even funnier. "You've hugged him three times, complimented his hair twice, and you've already decided he's sleeping in our bed."
You instinctively glanced down.
...You were, in fact, still hugging Leon.
"...Oh."
Rin rested his cheek against one hand, watching the scene unfold with the quiet resignation of a man who had accidentally sabotaged himself.
"I thought I was buying my wife a present."
Another small pause.
"It appears I've introduced a third party into our marriage."
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
"Rin, you're acting like you're competing with a pillow."
"I am."
"It's literally stuffed cotton."
"And yet..." His eyes lingered on the way you instinctively hugged it a little closer while laughing. "...it's winning."
That somehow made you laugh even harder.
Rin watched you cling happily to the pillow he'd reluctantly purchased, wearing the resigned expression of someone who had engineered his own downfall with frightening efficiency.
"...I was trying to make you happy," he muttered.
"You did."
Still smiling, you carefully set Leon against the couch before wandering over to your husband instead.
Without a word, you slipped your arms around his waist and rested your chin against his chest.
"You know..." you said thoughtfully, "...there might be a way to make this easier."
"...There isn't."
He looked down at you with obvious suspicion.
"...You know, if you're really that worried about competing with Leon..." You reached up to smooth a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "You could always cosplay him next Halloween. I'll even buy the jacket, the tactical gear... everything."
Rin blinked.
Rin stared at you. He actually thought about it. Then his eyes wandered to the body pillow on the couch. A quiet sigh escaped him.
"...I'd still lose."
You reached up, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead before laughing softly. A faint smile finally found its way onto his face before he rested his forehead against yours.
"...I'm still throwing that wig away after Halloween."
"I wasn't talking about the wig."
He looked at you questioningly.
"I was talking about Leon." Your grin widened. "He'd think you'd look handsome too."
Rin let out the longest, most defeated sigh imaginable before wrapping his arms around you anyway.
"...Next time," he mumbled into your hair, "I'm buying you flowers. Flowers don't sleep in my bed."
˚₊‧꒰ა JULIEN LOKI
"You've asked me three times already."
The snowy trail crunched beneath your boots as Julien glanced over his shoulder, looking far too amused for someone who'd been dragging you uphill for the better part of an hour.
"And I'll ask a fourth," you replied, tugging your scarf a little higher. "Exactly how much longer are you planning to torture me?"
He didn't even hesitate.
"...Five minutes."
You stared at him.
"That's what you said fifteen minutes ago."
"It was."
"So you lied."
"No." A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You simply climbed slower than I calculated."
You let out an exaggerated gasp.
"...Did you just blame me for your estimate?"
"I prefer to think of it as encouraging self-improvement."
"You are unbelievable."
"I've been told confidence is one of my better qualities, mon cœur."
You laughed despite yourself.
Hiking had always been one of Julien's favorite ways to spend the off-season. The mountain trails challenged him just enough to keep things interesting, and he claimed the climb made the view feel earned.
You were beginning to suspect he mostly enjoyed watching you grumble your way to the summit.
"...You're smiling."
"I am."
"You're enjoying this."
"A little."
"You are terrible."
"I've been called worse."
He guided you over the ice with effortless ease. Julien made a mental note to stop sounding like he was assigning homework. Coaching Paris X Gen had evidently done irreversible damage.
"You've done well," he said. "Just a little farther."
"...You promise?"
"I do."
He wasn't exaggerating this time.
A few minutes later, the trees gave way to an open ridge blanketed in untouched snow. Before you had the chance to admire the view, Julien stepped in front of you.
"Close your eyes."
You laughed.
"...Should I be worried?"
"If you were, I'd already be carrying you back down the mountain."
"I suppose that's reassuring."
"It was meant to be."
You smiled before closing your eyes anyway. And the, his hands found yours immediately, warm despite the winter air.
"...Ready?"
You nodded.
"You can look now."
Your eyes slowly opened. For a brief, impossible moment...
You forgot how to breathe.
The night sky stretched endlessly above the mountains, painted with ribbons of emerald, violet, and pale blue that drifted across the darkness like waves of light. They shimmered so gently they almost didn't seem real, illuminating the untouched snow below with an otherworldly glow.
The aurora.
You stood completely still.
"...Julien."
Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
"It's..."
You couldn't finish.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sky.
Julien already had. But, he was far more interested in watching you.
"I thought you'd like it…I checked the forecast before we left and apparently there was a high chance it'd appear tonight."
"You planned this whole hike..."
"So you'd see it."
A laugh escaped you, though your eyes had already begun to sting.
"...You walked me up a mountain just to surprise me?"
"I would've carried you if I'd needed to."
His answer was so matter-of-fact that you almost laughed again.
Instead, you turned to him.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I don't think I've ever seen anything this beautiful."
His gaze drifted upward for only a heartbeat before returning to you.
"I think you're mistaken," he said with a quiet smile. "The most beautiful thing I've seen tonight has been standing beside me this entire time."
Warmth rushed to your cheeks despite the freezing air.
"...You definitely planned that."
"I had the entire hike."
A laugh escaped you as you slipped a little closer.
"I'm really glad I came."
"So am I."
Julien brushed a gloved thumb across your cheek before taking your hand again.
The two of you stood quietly beneath the dancing lights, snow settling softly around your boots. After a while, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"I wanted you to see the aurora at least once," he admitted. "But seeing you smile like this..."
His gaze lingered on you for a moment.
"...I think I ended up with the better view."
˚₊‧꒰ა MICHAEL KAISER
Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, warming the bedroom long before you had any intention of leaving the comfort of your blankets.
"...Good morning, Liebling."
Your eyes fluttered open to find Kaiser already sitting beside you, looking suspiciously pleased with himself. Resting across his lap was a breakfast tray complete with coffee, fresh fruit, warm pastries, and a vase no larger than your palm.
Inside it sat a single rose. Freshly picked, tiny droplets of dew still clinging to its crimson petals.
You blinked once before looking back at him.
"...Breakfast in bed?"
"I figured my wife deserved a pleasant morning."
He offered you the flower before anything else.
"The rose comes first."
You accepted it with a smile, carefully brushing your thumb over one of the petals.
"...It's beautiful."
"I know."
Your eyes narrowed playfully.
"...Were you complimenting yourself or the flower?"
"The distinction is entirely up to you."
You laughed softly, gently turning the rose between your fingers.
Living with him meant never knowing when he'd decide to be insufferably charming, and somehow, it always worked.
Only then did your gaze drift toward his hands.
Faint traces of soil still clung beneath his fingernails, stubborn despite however thoroughly he'd tried to wash them away. It was a sight you'd grown surprisingly fond of over the past few months.
"...You were out in the garden again."
Kaiser glanced down at his hands before giving an absent nod, almost as if he'd forgotten the evidence was still there.
"The roses needed pruning."
"And you picked this one on the way back?"
"It seemed like the obvious choice."
When his therapist first suggested gardening as a therapeutic activity, you'd quietly wondered how long it would last.
Kaiser had never been particularly fond of getting his hands dirty, and the first few weeks certainly hadn't inspired much confidence. He complained that roses were dramatically high-maintenance, accidentally overwatered more than one flowerbed, and once insisted that weeds were simply "plants with poor public relations."
You'd laughed through every setback.
Somewhere along the way, though, the complaints became observations, and the frustration turned into dedication. Now he was the one waking up before sunrise to check on new blooms before training, treating every rose with the same patience and care he'd once claimed he didn't have.
"...I'm proud of you, darling."
He looked up from the breakfast tray, a hint of curiosity replacing the quiet satisfaction he'd been wearing all morning.
"Proud?" he echoed.
You nodded, gently lifting the rose between the two of you.
"You could've dropped this whole gardening thing after a week and nobody would've blamed you. Instead, you stuck with it, even when it was frustrating." A small smile found its way onto your lips. "Look at you now. You grew an entire garden."
For a brief moment, he simply watched you.
Then his gaze drifted to the rose in your hand before returning to your face.
"Well, once I realized every flower that bloomed would eventually end up in your hands... it became something I looked forward to."
Your heart melted a little.
"...You're unfairly romantic before breakfast."
The corner of Kaiser's mouth lifted into a smile.
"I've found mornings are the best time to remind my wife that she's loved."
With breakfast long forgotten, the two of you decided to wander into the garden. Your fingers remained loosely intertwined as Kaiser led you along the familiar stone path, occasionally stopping to brush away a stray leaf or inspect a bloom that had opened overnight.
You'd always admired roses.
Kaiser, on the other hand, had grown unexpectedly fond of watching you admire them.
"...You know what this garden needs?"
Michael glanced over.
"Hm?"
"A blue rose."
A laugh escaped him.
"That's rather unfortunate, Liebling."
"I know." You sighed dramatically, still eyeing the empty space. "They're not real, but they'd be beautiful if they were."
He considered your words for a moment before stepping in front of you.
"...I suppose there's one you can still admire."
Before you could ask what he meant, his fingers gently found your wrist, guiding your hand upward until your fingertips rested against the blue rose tattoo curling elegantly across his neck.
His smile was subtle.
Almost unbearably pleased with himself.
"...You'll have to settle for this one."
You couldn't help laughing as your thumb gently traced the familiar ink.
"I don't mind."
"No?"
"I've already got the flowers." Your gaze lifted to meet his. "And I get to keep the gardener."
The smug smile he'd been wearing softened almost instantly. Without another word, he intertwined his fingers with yours and continued walking, looking every bit as satisfied as the roses blooming around him.
˚₊‧꒰ა REO MIKAGE
The VIP seats overlooked the circuit as the engines roared through the stands. You and Reo watched the cars line up on the grid, both already focused before the race had even started.
“You actually got these seats?”
Reo adjusted his sunglasses with a proud smile. “Of course.”
“You say that like this is a normal weekend plan.”
“For us, maybe.”
You laughed, looking back at the track.
The two of you had been waiting for this race for months. Reo knew every detail about the schedule, you had your favorite drivers picked out, and the debate over the podium had started before you even arrived.
“You still think he’s taking the podium?”
Reo glanced at you. “Yes.”
“You said that last race.”
“And I was close.”
“Close doesn’t count.”
He smiled. “You only say that because I was right about qualifying.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you still keep watching races with me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
The lights went out, and both of you immediately turned toward the track. Reo leaned forward, analyzing every move with the same sharp focus he used on the field.
“Look at that gap,” Reo said, eyes fixed on the track.
You followed his gaze and smiled. “He’s setting up the overtake. You’ve been talking about this strategy all week.”
Reo glanced at you, impressed. “And you actually remembered.”
“Of course I did. I like hearing you get excited about things.”
A small smile appeared on his face before he turned back to the race.
“I like that you notice,” he admitted.
You looked at him, amused. “You’re enjoying this a lot.”
Reo watched the cars speed past. “Of course I am.” He glanced at you, his expression softening. “I get to watch my favorite sport with my favorite person. What’s not to enjoy?”
You shook your head, smiling.
“You really know how to make everything sound dramatic.”
Reo grinned. “I’m a dramatic person.”
“That’s true.”
The two of you laughed and returned your attention to the race. Later, during a quieter moment, you leaned against his shoulder.
“You know you didn’t have to plan everything so perfectly, right?”
Reo looked down at you, a small smile on his face. “I know.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because I wanted today to be something we’d remember.”
Your expression softened as you looked around at the race, the atmosphere, and the effort he had put into making everything perfect.
“You’re lucky you’re charming.”
“I know.”
“You’re not even going to deny it?”
“No. I’ve accepted my strengths.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
The final lap arrived, and both of you were back on the edge of your seats, cheering as the cars crossed the finish line.
When the race ended, Reo reached for your hand.
“So? Worth the wait?”
You squeezed his hand, still smiling.
“Best race I’ve seen.”
His expression immediately brightened.
“Good.”
You looked at him. “You were waiting for my review?”
“Obviously. You have excellent taste.”
The luxury seats, the roaring engines, and the unforgettable race were everything he had hoped for. But the moment Reo would remember most was sitting beside you, sharing something he loved with someone who made it even better.
˚₊‧꒰ა SHIDOU RYUSEI
"...Why are we at an airfield?"
Shidou glanced at you, then toward the plane waiting on the runway, as if the answer should've been obvious.
"Because we're jumping out of it, baby."
You looked at him, then at the plane, then back at him.
"...I'd like to go back to the hotel."
"Too late."
He slung an arm around your shoulders, already steering you toward the check-in counter.
"I booked this weeks ago."
"...Weeks?"
"'COURSE! You don't just wake up and accidentally skydive."
"...You apparently do."
He laughed so hard he nearly walked past the entrance.
Living with Shidou meant every vacation came with a mystery activity. Sometimes it was harmless. Sometimes it involved willingly leaving an airplane.
Anyhow, ten minutes later, you stood in a harness as the instructor checked the straps one last time.
"...I look ridiculous."
Shidou gave you a slow once-over before breaking into a grin.
"BABY, YOU LOOK COOL AS HELL!"
"I look vacuum-sealed."
"Exactly."
"..."
"...Cool as hell."
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
He only laughed, reaching over to straighten one of your loose shoulder straps before giving it an approving pat.
"There."
"...That did absolutely nothing."
"It made me feel useful."
"You've already dragged me here."
"I prefer the word inspired."
"...Threatened."
"NAH!"
His grin softened.
"I JUST KNOW YOU'D END UP LOVING IT!"
The plane climbed higher, but your confidence dropped. You kept your eyes on the cabin floor while the instructor explained what to expect.
Beside you, Shidou was practically vibrating with excitement.
"BABY, LOOK OUTSIDE!"
"...No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"JUST ONE PEEK."
"Absolutely not."
He bumped your shoulder with his.
"YOU'RE MISSIN' OUT."
"I'm preserving my sanity."
He laughed quietly before slipping his hand into yours.
"...You're really scared, huh?"
"A little?"
"You say that like you're not crushing my hand."
"...Sorry."
"Don't be."
His fingers squeezed yours back.
"I like knowing you trust me."
The words caught you off guard.
Before you could answer, the cabin door opened and a rush of wind swept through the plane. Every instinct in your body demanded a refund.
You grabbed the front of his jumpsuit.
"...If I die..."
He leaned closer.
"...you owe me one last kiss."
Shidou blinked.
Then laughed so hard one of the instructors snorted beside him.
"C'mere, baby."
He cupped your face with both hands before kissing you without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours.
"If anything tries to steal you from me..." That familiar, fearless grin returned. "...it's gonna have to beat me first."
Before your heart could recover, you were falling.
Your scream disappeared into the wind as Brazil stretched endlessly beneath you, the coastline glittering under the afternoon sun. Beside you, Shidou was laughing. Not because you were scared, but because he couldn't believe he got to experience this with you.
Somewhere between the panic and the impossible feeling of flying, you started laughing too.
By the time the parachute opened, the fear had turned into exhilaration.
"...RYU!"
"WHAT?!"
"...This is actually incredible!"
His laugh echoed through the open sky.
"I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT, BABY!"
"...You definitely could've mentioned this part first!"
"Would've ruined the surprise!"
When your feet finally found solid ground again, your knees immediately gave out.
You collapsed onto the grass with the dramatic sigh of someone who had just survived several near-death experiences. Shidou landed moments later, still wearing the biggest grin you'd ever seen.
"So?"
He crouched beside you.
"Worth it?"
You looked up at the endless blue sky, then at your husband. A smile slowly spread across your face.
"...Heck yeah."
"I KNEW IT!"
He threw both fists into the air in celebration before immediately offering you a hand back to your feet.
"...I'm never doing that again."
"YEAH YOU ARE!"
"...No."
"YEAH, 'CAUSE NEXT TIME WE'RE HOLDING HANDS THE WHOLE WAY DOWN!"
You stared at him.
"...That's somehow an even worse idea."
Shidou only laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders as the two of you started walking back together.
"MAYBE!" He planted an unapologetic kiss on your temple. "BUT IT'D BE A HELL OF A FIRST ANNIVERSARY PHOTO!"
˚₊‧꒰ა BAROU SHOEI
The kitchen was already spotless when you sat down, the table perfectly arranged and a full gourmet meal waiting in front of you. Your eyes immediately went to the apron tied around his waist.
World’s Best Househusband (And King)
You smiled.
“You actually wore it, sweetheart.”
His expression immediately soured. “Don’t sound so surprised. It’s an apron. It’s not like I’m wearing something ridiculous.”
“You’re wearing an apron that says you’re the best househusband.”
“It was your gift.”
“And you kept it.”
“Because throwing away useful things is stupid.”
You laughed softly. “You hate that it says househusband.”
“I hate that you think it’s funny.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You’re a terrifying striker who cleans the kitchen better than anyone and cooks me a meal like this while wearing a silly apron. It’s adorable!”
He clicked his tongue. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Maybe I am.”
He sat across from you, pretending he wasn’t affected.
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you made my favorite dishes.”
“That’s because I know how to cook properly.”
You took a bite, the flavors coming together perfectly. The seasoning was balanced, the presentation was flawless, and even the smallest things were prepared exactly how you liked them.
You immediately smiled.
“Sweetheart, this is amazing.”
“I know.”
“You could at least pretend to be humble.”
“I’m being accurate.”
You shook your head, laughing.
You rested against his arm, still smiling from the meal.
“People always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
Barou raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That saying is outdated.”
“Maybe,” you said, holding onto him tighter, “but it works both ways.”
Before he could argue, you looked around the spotless kitchen, the carefully prepared dishes, and the man beside you who had spent hours making everything perfect.
“You’re the best chef, housekeeper, football player, and husband ever.”
“I am not a househusband.”
You glanced at the apron he was still wearing.
“You cook, clean, organize everything, and somehow still find time to train every day.”
Barou clicked his tongue. “That’s called having standards.”
You smiled. “You’re proving my point, darling.”
He looked away, clearly refusing to acknowledge that you had a point.
“You exaggerate too much.”
“I appreciate you.”
“You make it annoying.”
“I think you like being appreciated.”
“I tolerate it.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
Your smile only grew. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Barou opened his mouth to respond, then stopped himself. Instead, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Eat your food before it gets cold.”
You blinked, amused. “…Wow. Is that your way of shutting me up?”
He gave a quiet grunt, looking away. “No. It’s my way of making sure my favorite customer enjoys the meal without getting distracted.”
You laughed softly. “Favorite customer?”
“You’re the only one allowed to criticize my cooking.”
You smiled, resting against him as you took another bite.
The food was perfect, the kitchen was spotless, and the man beside you was still pretending the apron and the affection meant nothing. But when he quietly reached over to fix your plate and pressed another small kiss to your temple, you knew better.
The King could deny the apron all he wanted.
He could never deny how much he loved taking care of you.
˚₊‧꒰ა GODWIN KUSO
The night had been unusually clear.
Countless stars stretched across the sky without a single cloud interrupting them, their light reflecting faintly against the quiet lake ahead. It wasn't uncommon for evenings like this to end outside. If Kuso ever had a free night, there was a good chance you'd find him somewhere beneath an open sky, quietly pointing out constellations you'd immediately forget the names of.
"...That one's Altair," he said, his gaze never leaving the sky as he traced an invisible line between several stars. "One of the brightest stars visible from Earth. People often mistake that one for Vega, but they're easier to distinguish once you know what you're looking for."
You squinted thoughtfully.
"...I think I see it."
"You've said that before."
"I know." A sheepish smile found its way onto your face. "I'm trying."
"I know."
His voice carried the faintest trace of amusement.
"And I appreciate the effort."
Satisfied with yourself, you nodded anyway.
"I'm going to get it eventually."
"I don't doubt that."
The conversation drifted onward as naturally as it always did. Godwin had a habit of speaking about the things he loved with such quiet sincerity that it was impossible not to listen. Watching him speak so earnestly about the things he loved had always been one of your favorite sights.
It was also, admittedly, one of the reasons you'd fallen in love with him.
After a while, he reached into his jacket and quietly placed a small velvet box in your hands.
It wasn't shaped like a ring box; it was far too flat. Because of this, curiosity got the better of you almost immediately.
Inside rested a certificate and a carefully folded star chart. You looked at him in obvious confusion.
"...What is this?"
"It's a star registry," he explained. "There are organizations that let you symbolically register a star in someone's name. It isn't used by astronomers, but the registration itself is permanent."
You blinked.
"...Wait..."
Your eyes dropped back to the certificate.
"...Is this saying..."
A smile crossed his face.
"I registered one in your name." A small smile settled across his face. "You always ask me which star is my favorite whenever we come out here. I realized I'd been giving you a different answer every time."
He glanced toward the sky again.
"I wanted to fix that."
Your vision blurred before you could stop it.
"So from now on," he continued, "if you ever ask me that question again... my answer will always be the same."
He unfolded the accompanying chart, tracing one set of coordinates with a gloved finger.
"I made sure it's visible from here," he said, handing you the map. "That way, these evenings don't have to change. We'll still come out here, you'll still ask me questions..." A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Only this time, I'll know exactly which star to point at."
You looked from the chart...
...to the endless sky above...
...then quietly slipped your hand into his.
"I don't think anyone will ever be able to top this."
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"I wasn't trying to." His thumb brushed slowly across your knuckles. "I only wanted to leave you with something that would still be here years from now. Long after tonight becomes a memory, you'll be able to look up and know there's a little corner of the sky that will always remind me of you."
You couldn't find the words. Not when your heart felt this full.
Godwin seemed to understand.
He simply lifted your joined hands and pressed the gentlest kiss against your knuckles, lingering there for just a moment before lowering them again. His smile was quiet and content, as though seeing yours had already made every bit of planning worthwhile.
You'd spent years believing Godwin loved the night sky more than anything.
It turned out...
He'd simply been waiting for the perfect way to share it with you.
couldn’t find enough kuso fics, so i decided to take the first step and write one myself. please join me in spreading the propaganda and make more kuso content because this man deserves it! also this was somehow inspired after watching rio 2 (if you get the reference, i love you). ☆
“sae, do you love me?” you whisper softly, your fingers are tangled in his sweet pink hair as you listen to his gentle breaths against your chest. it’s about 7 am, you assume. the sun is freshly risen, marking the beginning of a new day.
you feel sae shuffle against you and almost brush off your question like he wasn’t awake a few minutes ago. you massage your digits against his scalp and quietly speak once more. “sae?”
he hums in agreement and you know there’s a small knit of annoyance in his brow. you shift this time moving your hands to cup his face and lift it upward to face yours. his eyes struggle as they barely flicker open as he drifts in and out of sleep. as you hold his gaze expectantly, waiting for something more than a measly hum.
after a minute of watching sae slowly wake up and let his eyes welcome in the brightness of the early morning, he wraps his hands around your waist and places his chin on your sternum.
“do you really love me?” you parrot, this time with a frown on your lips. sae’s expression shifts. you can never truly decipher no matter how hard you tried; it’s a mix of annoyance, with something alike to irritation, and maybe a bit of vexatious exasperation…or maybe it was none of that nonsense, what he likes to call it when you overthink his words.
his mouth parts and the brief moment felt eternal, as though time itself has slowed. agonizing anticipation built up like a brick wall in your chest and your mind began to race with thoughts of what he could possibly say to you.
“are you serious?”
“i am. are you going to answer me?”
“if you need me to answer a question like that, then i guess my job has been dissatisfying to you.” he says with something in his voice that yet again you are unable to decode. your mouth falls agape in disbelief. and like before, he lays his head down on your chest cheek pressed against your shirt.
you realize after a moment of silence he doesn’t plan on answering you with a simple yes…or no. actually, it seems like he’s planning on going back to sleep and ignoring you completely.
“sae, i mean it. do you love me or not?” your tone still as serene as ever but there’s a hint of dolefulness that you couldn’t mask well enough in time for your words were already flying from your mouth.
you turn your eyes away to look out the window when you feel a pair of lips kiss the small bit of exposed flesh of your collar, then your neck, and then your cheek. you turn your face back to face sae ready to tell him to leave you alone and roll back onto his side of the bed, but the his lips catch yours in a soft, slow kiss.
it’s as soft as a dove’s feather tickling your lips, and it has as much fervour as ever. “yes, i love you,” he whispers in between lingering kisses.
you keep your eyes closed as your reach your hands to cup his face like before and kiss him back. “i love you too.”
IN WHICH﹕nagi was watching cute cat videos in the middle of the night as he was unable to sleep, as he suddenly saw two cats cuddling—a fluffy white maine coon and a cute ragdoll cat. seeing them, he had the urge to reach over and wake you up next to him to show you the two cats, saying that “it’s us.”
established relationship. pure fluff. gn!reader. reader is a bit grumpy at first being woken up. nagi being nagi.
“mmph..” nagi’s small hums filled the air, his earbuds tucked into his ears as to carefully not wake you—his partner, whom he held with one arm thrown lazily over your waist—using your shoulder to prop his phone against. for once, he didn’t feel tired. he didn’t want to sleep. but you did, after a long day full of stress.
the ceiling fan buzzed as cold air left its tips, a comfortable contrast to the warmth of the blanket haphazardly covering the two. his phone created a barely-there glow over his face, causing his lidded eyes to shimmer under the light. the overall atmosphere in the room was cozy.
however—despite how soft and sweet this moment may seem—nagi was bored and had nothing to do. he had done all of his dailies on the games he frequents, there were no new events, nothing to save up for, and there was somehow nothing interesting to watch on any streaming apps. the night quickly became a bore as he endlessly scrolled through his recommended on youtube, on the verge of opening the addictive allure of tiktok to scroll until the sun came up.
just as he was about to close the app, a thumbnail caught his eye. it was a video from years ago that had only recently grown in popularity, with two adorable cats cuddling on the thumbnail. as lazy as a cat himself, of course he loved the little critters. and so, he clicked on the video.
it was only around sixteen seconds, short and sweet. small purrs flowed into his ears, and he recognized the cats by their breeds. a ragdoll and maine coon. he couldn’t help but see the two of you in them, all cuddly and lazily affectionate with one another.
he had the silly urge to wake you up and show you the video, rather than just sending it to you through discord and leaving it for you to watch later. was it stupid to wake you up in the middle of the night? absolutely. did he think about the stupidity of it? not even once.
“angel, wake up..” he murmured, his voice oddly softer than usual. he rolled one leg over yours, full-on clinging as he rubbed his head against your neck in an attempt to grab your attention. “wanna show you this.” he prodded, hearing your sleepy groans as you drifted between dreamland and the real world.
“sei.. mmgh, what the hell—” “look.” the low light of his phone being showcased in front of you left you blinking, attempting to adjust your eyes from the darkness to his screen. squinting, you made out two cuddly cats. normally, you would swoon over such a cute scene.
however, it was currently 2:44a.m. and you were on the verge of hitting him upside the head for waking you up. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stared up at him. not his phone, which he is very clearly trying to make you look at despite the several failed attempts.
“what..? did i do something?” you almost wanted to laugh at how innocent he sounded. as if he didn’t just wake you up in the middle of the night so he could show you a video of two cats. gods, you loved this man. that’s why you asked for forgiveness for what you were about to do.
snatching his phone out of his hand, you threw it haphazardly onto the nightstand and rolled onto him. it was safe to say he was a little puzzled. not shocked, no. just staring at you without a single thought behind those blank eyes of his. it was awkward and silent for the next minute before you finally spoke up, voice full of rasp from sleep and eyes half open,
“i love you. but go the fuck to sleep before i banish you to the couch.” there was an audible gulp. another awkward minute of silence. luckily, the man was smart enough to wrap his arms around you and place a kiss on the crown of your head. and then stupid was back not even two seconds later.
“you forgot to throw my earbuds with my phone—” “nagi.” “yep. knew it as i said it. good night.”
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contrary to popular belief, nagi actually has trouble sleeping some nights. he’ll toss and turn, writhing in the sheets beside you.
“mmh…”
you hear him groan from a few feet away, and you know that when he gets like this, there’s really only one way to help him.
“sei? baby?” you sit up, gently caressing his hair with his back turned to you in a fetal position. “can’t sleep, honey?”
he hums in approval before turning around and nuzzling against the pillow, looking at you with such saddened eyes that you can’t help but lift up your shirt.
“you want—!”
you haven’t even finished talking as nagi pounces on your chest, sucking like his life depended on it. his tongue swirls in circles around your nipple, one hand caressing the free breast as the other practically drowns in his saliva.
“mmh… sho gfood…” he mutters, pulling back to stare. nagi takes in the sight of your bare tits for a second before diving back in, this time switching as he sucks. “i lovfe…”
“nghh—! i know, baby, i know. you love it, m–mhm—?” you rake your nails lightly across his scalp, massaging his head as he moans.
“mhm… thank you, mommy.”
his eyes are closed as he nuzzles impossibly further, trying to take the entire thing in. nagi’s insatiable—hungry, even—as he pulls back and squeezes you together before burying himself in between your breasts.
“shit—! f–fuck, baby, you’re so rough… a–aahh, it hurts…” you moan, gripping onto his hair as you pull.
but this does little to console nagi, who only looks up at you through his lashes before licking in between your breasts and working his way to your nipple, biting lightly as he maintains eye contact.
“b–baby…”
“does mommy feel good?” he asks, nuzzling back in passionately as he continues alternating between your tits. “i wanna make mommy feel good…”
your moans intensify as he begins humping you through your clothes. the layers of fabric do little to contain his hard, angry cock as he grinds against your core.
“yes, baby, momm– aah..! mommy, mommy feels so so good right now, my love. keep– fuck, fuck..! oh my g– nagi…! please don’t stop, baby!”
needless to say, neither of you got much sleep that night. but hey, quality over quantity, right?
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vivian hugo ۶ৎ
wet & grinding for more × you’re needy for him × he lied that he was gonna go slow and gentle × he’s so pussy drunk .. × he finally comes home × yummy cum ! × you have to stay quiet or else × you both needed this .. × he’s talking to you through it × just licking the tip
michael kaiser ۶ৎ
all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean
sae itoshi ۶ৎ
this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you
bunny iglesias ۶ৎ
you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off
julian loki ۶ৎ
yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly
don lorenzo ۶ৎ
you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up
teddy knight ۶ৎ
pretty missionary × he’s so big.. × what a teaser × sorta body size kink .. × he’s bigger than you think × he’s so aggressive today × this is sexy af × cute close up × a quickie in the car × oops he’s teasing again × tehehe
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vivian hugo ۶ৎ
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michael kaiser ۶ৎ
all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean
sae itoshi ۶ৎ
this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you
bunny iglesias ۶ৎ
you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off
julian loki ۶ৎ
yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly
don lorenzo ۶ৎ
you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up
teddy knight ۶ৎ
pretty missionary × he’s so big.. × what a teaser × sorta body size kink .. × he’s bigger than you think × he’s so aggressive today × this is sexy af × cute close up × a quickie in the car × oops he’s teasing again × tehehe
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vivian hugo ۶ৎ
wet & grinding for more × you’re needy for him × he lied that he was gonna go slow and gentle × he’s so pussy drunk .. × he finally comes home × yummy cum ! × you have to stay quiet or else × you both needed this .. × he’s talking to you through it × just licking the tip
michael kaiser ۶ৎ
all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean
sae itoshi ۶ৎ
this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you
bunny iglesias ۶ৎ
you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off
julian loki ۶ৎ
yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly
don lorenzo ۶ৎ
you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up
teddy knight ۶ৎ
pretty missionary × he’s so big.. × what a teaser × sorta body size kink .. × he’s bigger than you think × he’s so aggressive today × this is sexy af × cute close up × a quickie in the car × oops he’s teasing again × tehehe
