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And it wasn't enough for you. Especially when you had an important appointment to attend the next day.

Your body was running on stress and aspirin you had taken earlier (with the help from Kento). Or maybe, it was just the adrenaline from having to close this deal.

"Are you sure, you're fine dear?" Kento had asked you several times while he helped you get ready. The problem was, the more he helped you, the more convinced he became that you should take sick leave and reschedule the appointment instead.

The more he got sobered, the more horrified he became. The bruises were way too many, the solid proof of his uncontrollable strength that night. It got to a point where he had to be aware of his touches when he helped you to get ready.

Trying to clean down there was worse. It stung so badly that you both had a hard time to clean it without having to stop for a while.

Kento was not the type of person who dragged out his guilt for long. But that morning, you had lost count of how many times you had heard him say 'sorry'.

You had to personally 'threaten' him so he stopped saying sorry every single time you flinched in shock (pain).

It was mutual, not like Kento had forced you to do sex with him. You just miscalculated his power although you had seen him in action before. Also, you had miscalculated his libido to be that high when he got drunk.

The aspirin helped—only for a bit, though. But at least, it helped you to look like you were functioning properly in the office, especially when you finally met your client to seal the deal.

Yes, you took another pill before you finally met the client, and you couldn't thank this tiny-white pill enough for its magic. Because you actually got the deal. Finally!

Although sealing a deal with a client was nothing new to begin with, you still felt relief whenever you do new closings. Not that you loved the job, but simply with more closings, you got more commissions which meant: more money.

More money to spend for holidays—or for make up, trinkets, and whatever Kento deemed 'wasteful'.

He said that as he bought his luxury watch, by the way.

Back to the main story, the adrenaline went off as soon as you closed the deal. While your coworkers congratulated you, you felt more weary than ever. You could only smiled thinly at them when you finally returned to the office.

Your head hurt. Real bad. Their constant small talks didn't help; it only made it worse.

The sales department always pushing forced positivity, in your humble opinion. So they would always hype their team who able to close a deal. But sometimes, it got way too over.

You had even to retreat to the lounge just for some peace.

Leaning on the couch, you felt your head pounded, and your muscles ached terribly.

It seemed like you already used all of your energy left to drive the car back to the office, and now the aspirin wore off.

All you wanted to do, was to lay down with your husband, Kento.

Not in the lounge, wearing this suffocating shirt, this uncomfortable pants, or this way too tall pumps. You wondered how could you walked properly with these clothing? Or with this aching head? Or with this aching muscles?

Your eyes were close and you got lost in your pain that you didn't even realized someone came in.

"L/N-san? Can I come in?" you heard the familiar, cheerful, alto voice you heard all the time in the office. It belonged to your new coworker, Takeda… You didn't remember his full name, sorry.

Seriously. You could recognized his voice because he was way too loud in the office. He was an energetic young guy, although he was only two years younger than you.

Without waiting for your answer, he came inside the room.

You immediately adjusted your seating position. Well, it felt awkward to sit slumped in front of your coworker.

"Hi, Takeda-san. What brings you here?" you asked him back, you tried to make your voice more cheery than before. He smiled back at you.

"I saw you entering and didn't come out for a while," he said, walking towards you and sat next to you. You immediately shifted your seat to give yourself a space in between.

"Ah. Yes. I was planning to eat my… lunch," you said, immediately standing up to walk to the lounge bar.

It was initially your first plan anyway. But you also wanted to rest for a while before eating.

You got to eat your lunch that Kento had packed for you earlier. Nothing fancy, just something he could prepare quickly after helping you to get ready.

Only for Takeda to followed you and then stood in front of you across the bar. You even need to act calm and not to flinch when you sat on the hard stool.

"This late? You should have eaten earlier, L/N-san…" you checked your watch. Indeed, it was too late for a lunch. But you had eaten a bit right before the appointment with the client.

Well, just enough for you to consume medicine. Of course, if Kento knew about this, you would hear a nonstop nagging from Kento.

"Well, I have to since I met a client during lunch hour," you replied, then opening the half eaten bento. It was rice with fried sausage and rolled egg. Not your favourite, but at least eatable.

He turned his back to you to make his coffe at the station. Yet, he still stole a glance or two your way.

"You will get sick if you keep it that way… Coffee? Thought you might need some."

You shook your head quick while your chopstick played around your food (again, Kento would nagged you for this). "No, thanks," you replied quietly. Even now, you didn't really have an appetite to eat. But you knew your condition would get worse if you didn't eat enough of food.

You forced your way to finish the bento.

When Takeda finished making his coffee, he turned back to face you and found out you ate your food slowly. Although you tried to shove more amount of food each time to your mouth, as if you were forcing yourself to eat.

He also noticed the bruises which peeking through your neck. The look of concern was painted on his face.

"Are you… alright?" he asked worriedly, you looked up at him dazed. And he clearly saw it. When you ate, your lipstick had wore off. All left was your pale lips. Scarily pale.

"Yes?"

"You look pale," he said, worry laced on his tone. He quickly moved to right in front of you, suddenly leaning forward against the bar. The motion shocked you, as you quickly leaned back to your stool and quickly wiped your lips, only to find out your lipstick was rubbed off as there wasn't a lot of lipstick mark on your finger.

"I'm fine. You never seen a woman without a makeup?" you asked, sarcastically. Although you still smiled politely at him.

When would this guy leave you? You didn't want to be associated with him, especially because he was popular among the employees, precisely women. Although he didn't mean anything, stuck in this situation with him would create some rumors.

It was the least thing you had wanted.

"I see it often. Don't worry," he said, chuckled. "Enough to differentiate which one are truly pale and which are caused by something else," he continued.

So, a player. Definitely a player.

"Your natural pale lips doesn't look like this. Now, it's lacking color," he explained. Your chopstick stopped moving when he said that.

The one side of your eyebrows went up. You glanced at him full of judgment. The headache didn't make it any better. Not that you didn't try to hold it. It just happened naturally the moment those sentence came off from his mouth.

Is this… a borderline harassment? By judging a girl's appearance based on their lips' color? You felt like you were overreacting, but it was a weird comment to begin with.

"Whoa, whoa. Don't look at me like that, L/N-san…" he said in panic once he saw your judgy expression. His head went low, suddenly embarrassed with what he had just said.

"Sorry… I don't mean it like that… I'm just… worried," he continued. You noticed that his ears were red, and his voice stuttered a bit.

Although you still pissed with the unnecessary comment, you tried your best to reply calmly.

"Please don't say that to a woman, Takeda-san. Unless she's your partner," you said, your tone sounded light.

You didn't want to make a guy mad when you had zero possibility to escape now. Especially when you didn't know his true colors.

He didn't reply for a while, but he raised his head slowly, then looked directly at your eyes.

"Then… how about to someone I had interest in?" he asked, his tone laced with hesitation.

"… Do you ask my opinion as a coworker or as a women?"

"… Whatever you might think, L/N-san."

"Well. Depends on that person, Takeda-san. If the feeling was mutual, she would probably think that you're paying attention to her. Or even care," you explained.

"But… Not a single woman would feel comfortable if a coworker suddenly commented on her appearance, although you mean well," you continued your explanation, your hand putting the chopsticks down. You still smiled thinly at him, while watching his ears became redder and redder.

"Hahaha… Thank you for your advice… I didn't think that my words will sound… offensive," he said, his hand mindlessly scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

"It's fine… I know you mean well. We're good," you replied. There was no need to extend the problem when he felt guilty about it.

"But seriously, are you alright? You don't seem like you should go to the office, L/N-san," he said worriedly. Then, he took a glance to your neck.

"I… I didn't meant to stare but… you know there is a probability of medical indication if—cough—you are full of bruises," he said, awkwardly coughed as try to rephrase his word carefully.

Unconsciously, your hand went to your neck, immediately trying to pull your collar up to cover more of the bruises.

You chuckled at his words. The way he tried to rephrase it was hilarious, as if he was afraid to offend you once again. At least, it helped for a bit to forget your aching physique.

"I don't have any medical indications, thank you for worrying," you said, then you forced yourself to continue to eat. "Just feeling… under the weather."

"Then… you were not assaulted, right?" he asked, quickly covering his mouth when the words sounded too direct. Especially after the previous event.

Seriously, did this guy did not receive any education in communication?

"What makes you think of that?"

"It's a horrible bruises, L/N-san. If you need help, I could help you!" he replied, almost too quickly.

To be honest, you were not the type to mention your private life around your coworker. When you got married to Kento, you didn't even bother to change your name since it seemed unimportant, and it didn't benefit you at all. And you wont tell everyone in office unless it benefited you. But now, you found yourself itched to tell him.

But it would embarrassed him more if you suddenly told him you were married.

"I have a perfectly healthy relationship, Takeda-san. Thank you for worrying," you replied. Your quickly feed yourself the final sausage and finally closed the bento lid.

"Perfectly healthy… Oh…" he muttered, his brain came to realization that the bruises meant something else which related to a perfect relationship.

The realization made him dove deeper in his own embarrassment, that you saw his whole face becoming red.

"I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to pry… on that matter…" he stammered his way. Although his thoughts were also wondering.

What kind of guy who could do that and make bruises that horribly?! How come he treated you that way?

If he was your lover, he would treat you lovingly and would treat you like a queen.

He was always interested in you since the first time he worked here. He remembered the first time he met you, you were assigned as his mentor during probation.

He found you pretty and love the way you carried yourself in this job. Sometimes, you were also funny in your own ways. Your comments regarding work were hilarious, and you always somehow broke the toxic corporate culture.

You weren't afraid to protect your coworkers, and kind enough to be a mentor for the newcomers.

And yes, he knew there were a lot of coworkers also interested in you, including him. You were the talk of the male employees anyway, although you seemed oblivious about it.

So when he saw the chance to get closer to you, which was when you were finally alone in the lounge, he took it.

But… sure. There was no way a woman like you didn't have a partner.

It made him wondered, what kind of guy that you dated?

'He couldn't be better than me.'

Later that evening, when most of the coworker finally got home, Takeda planned to follow you, since he saw you immediately packed your things exactly at 06.00 PM. But he couldn't enter the same lift as you since the lift door closed first.

Your complexion looked worse than before, and Takeda was worried you might collapsed at any moment. It was surprising that you could move that quick to pack your things.

He meant it in a nice way, since he wanted to lend you a hand. He saw how uncomfortable you were after lunch, but you still tried your best to maintain your focus.

After all, he just wanted to help the woman he liked.

And after taking the another available lift, he finally found you, sitting on the sofa which were provided on the lobby, leaning down just like at the lounge before. He planned to approach you, until someone approached you first.

It was a man, tall, blond, well built, walking while bringing a hoodie. He then knelt right in front of you.

For Takeda, the gesture was quite dramatic. Maybe, it could cross as over dramatic.

But, it would be interesting to find out what kind of guy you were dating. So, he found a spot where he could observed you quietly without the two of you noticed.

This guy looks old, as if already in end of 30's. Also, horrible sense of style, because no one would wear that combination of attire.

This is his enemy? You could do better than this.

Takeda saw how the guy held your hand while the other moved to your forehead. You leaned unconsciously toward his touch. It was a shame Takeda could not hear what the both of you were talking about. But he could see the guy was currently talking to you. He looked like he was stunned, but trying to keep himself calm.

The converstation went , with him talking more than you did. You only nodded your head as you were agree with him.

Then, the old guy helped you take your blazers off, and helped you to put a hoodie on instead, and put the hood to cover your head.

Takeda saw, although you looked sick, you would still smile adorably at him, as if you were… happy.

It was different from the smile you gave to him at the lounge. All polite, and seemed cold. Your smile towards the guy was geniuine. And he never saw you smiled like that before.

You were beautiful, yet those smile was intended for someone else instead for him.

He saw the guy finally stood up to rummage at your bag to find something, before gathering all your belongings.

Then with ease, he put his forearm behind your knees and back to carry you, as if you were weight nothing for him. You also immediately went slump against him, snugged comfortably on the crook of his neck. And then, he finally walked to the parking lift.

Takeda was still stunned with the event happening in front of his eyes.

Now he understood, you were truly happy with that old looking guy. And the fact that, he didn't stand any chance against that guy. Not him, or the other coworker who were interested in you.

He couldn't make you smile the way you smile at that guy. Even in your bad moment, only that guy who could make you feel happy and safe.

He bowed his down bitterly.

If you were happy with another man, then it was time to finally let go and moved on.

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Right now, it's as if he's almost on the top of you, with his hands playing around your body. With you, underneath him, feeling overwhelmed just because of his hands?

Definitely not a situation you would expect to be with Satoru, your best friend.

And… if that got yourself wondering, how did you get in this position, let's just turn back for a moment.

You were in Gojo's apartment, trying to do your assignments as usual. Since he's a fan of sweets, he always had some on his fridge. And you, as a friend, you loved to steal some. Just think of it as a benefit of being friends with Gojo—the never ending sweets. You couldn't do your assignments without having something in your mouth, either drinks or actual desserts. But why would you spend money for some when you had a richer friend who also likes sweets and doesn't mind to share? (Well, he did mind but you keep eating it anyway)

Gojo groaned again, of course. But, you didn't care.

"You know, you can't keep doing this. It was the last stock for my cheat day," he complained, while looking at you eating the chocolate bar that he tried to hide.

"Then maybe it's a sign for you to not have a cheat day!" you answered, not bothered with his complaint at all and continuing to binge on his chocolate.

"Seems like I'm being too nice towards you. Next time, I'll change the password of my apartment so you can't get in like this," he walked right next to you, while snatching the chocolate bar from your hands and bites into it. The same spot where you also bit it.

"Hey! I still want some," you shrieked. "And aren't you on diet?! You aren't supposed to eat my chocolate."

"My diet is ruined because of a certain someone who keeps constantly go inside my apartment, and stealing my expensive chocolate before I could actually enjoy it. Might as well do my cheat day today so I can still eat it."

You mumbled he was being stingy, while trying to continue your assignments. While you were typing and complaining, he tried to shut your laptop down quick, almost clamped your fingers which are currently typing. You look at him at disbelieved and screamed at the same time.

"Nice reflexes, girl!"

"Are you crazy?! I almost become fingerless because of you!"

"You have a problem. Spill it." Ignoring your complaints, he switched the conversation to another one instead. You stayed quiet, while internally complain about his observation. Because as much as you tried to hide it, he always able to notice your worries.

"It's not a problem. Just pissed," you said, while you show your palm towards him, asking for more chocolate. Yet instead of giving it back to you, he broke the bar a bit and fed it directly to you. And you accepted it. Moaned at the sweetness and the richness of the chocolate (Gojo pretended to ignore it).

"It's so good… Why it's need to be expensive…" you continued to munch on the chocolate bar. The combination between the milk chocolate and pistachio makes you craved for more, and you even not a big fan of pistachio.

"I know right?! That's why I hid it from you," he said, sarcasm seeped into his words. Yet you didn't want to argue with him this time. Instead, you finally said the thing that bothered you.

"I broke up with him," you finally said it to him. Yet, he didn't seem surprise and continue biting to his chocolate. "Congrats. He doesn't seem suitable for you at all."

"Satoru. I'm being serious."

"And I'm also serious."

You sighed, while asking for chocolate from him once more. Yet instead of asking using your palm like before, you just point directly to your mouth, and opening it a bit, asking him to feed you directly.

Gojo, of course. He happily complied.

"He's a good guy. But it's a shame… He keeps demanding for it."

"For what?"

"Sex! Of course."

You didn't understand at all. What's so fun about sex that whenever you tried to date a guy, the first thing they would expected was sex. It's not fun at all for you. It stings, hurts, and once is enough for you.

"Tell me what happened. Did you try to have sex with him?"

"Sort off? He… you know. Keep asking for it. At some point I felt guilty so yeah, I agreed to him," you tried to explain. Remembering all of the details possible. "It was bad. When he tried to, you know, penetrate me, I got freaked out. I accidentally pushed him away."

"He was mad, mad. Saying that… I didn't love him at all, even accusing me of cheating. We broke up at the spot," you finished explain, while asking Gojo for another chocolate. Except, Gojo wont feed one to you. Instead, he called up your name with affection—the mocking type of affection.

"If that's kind of guy you called a good guy—ignoring your boundaries and accusing you because you wont fulfill his needs, I'm afraid your standard for a good guy is below the bar," he commented. You didn't deny it. Because what? He was right. Although it sounded like an insult towards you.

"Yeah. I know. I'm glad that I broke up with him. But at the same time, I'm pissed. How dare he accused me of things? I'm afraid his tendency to create bullshit out of nowhere makes him more suitable to english literature instead of engineering," you looked at Gojo whos also looking back at you while finishing his final bar of chocolate. To think about it, the guy is not even that good looking compared to Gojo. Or as smart as Gojo.

Or as hot as Gojo.

Even yes— Gojo is your best friend, is it wrong to admit he is truly that hot? Especially with what he wore these past few days. T-shirt that's too tight for him, actually showing the sculpture of his body— results of his entire time he spent in the gym.

Not like you will say it directly to him. He might looked innocent (and hot) with his glasses. But if you praised him, his ego will boost high passing the cloud nine. So no. As his best friend, you wont praise him.

The audacity to treated you that way makes you feel angrier.

"That's… an interesting insult that you got for him. If you told that to him, I don't think he would be insulted," he chirped. You automatically pushed him, pissed with how he didn't take sides with you.

"The thing is, don't even bother with his insults. The moment he keep pushing you to have sex, even when you constantly don't want to, he's already a piece of trash. You only wasted your energy if you keep insulting him," he stood up while licking his chocolate covered finger to washed his hands.

"Yeah… That's why I need that chocolate, Satoru. But you finished it all," you complained.

"Next time I'll buy some more. They have raspberries ones, you will like it," he reassured you. After finished washing his hands, he returned to the seat right next to you. He propped his elbow on the table while facing you.

"But, I do think the fact that you're afraid of it is kind of… concerning. Not like, 'how dare you hate sex!' kind of thing. What makes you afraid of it?" he asked curiously. There was a hint of concerned look in his eyes covered lens too.

Talking about it with Gojo is unusual, since you only viewed him as a friend—best friend. And especially because he is a guy. Yes, you might mention about it briefly, but to be asked about it directly… It made you feel exposed. You didn't even realized that you squirmed uncomfortably.

Gojo who realized that, immediately told you more, "no need to tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable about it. I'm just worried, you know? As a friend."

You repeated what he said inside your own mind. As a friend.

Maybe, as a friend he could help. Maybe, he would not laugh at it and actually could give you some understanding. With that thought in your mind, you embraced his question.

"Do you remember that guy that I dated during freshman?" he looked like he was thinking for a while. Before the image of the guy came out of his mind.

"Yes. The tall, brown haired, not as good looking as me. Why?" you almost laugh at his confidence, yet you held in.

"During that time when we dated, he also asked for it. I agreed to do it with him, because I'm also curious. I think, we were both inexperienced during that time. When he tried to enter, it hurts... So bad that I screamed to him, asking him to stop it. Fortunately, he immediately stopped. But next, every time we tried to do it, I just can't," you explained. Slowly, your mind wandering back to that moment. The look of horror on his face when you screamed. Or when he was trying to calm you down after that. Every time you were trying to do that with him, your body were tensed. At the end, the relationship didn't work at all.

Gojo listened to you intently. Keeps nodding when he heard your story.

"And do you ever wonder why it hurts?"

"Never really give it a thought. With college, sorority, and all…"

You lied. You probably already guessed the reason why it hurts. It's not like you didn't talk about it with the sorority girls. Being a leader and all, you heard sort of stories from them, explaining how their partners did them well.

The answer is, preparations. He thought you're ready just after a few kisses and touching around. You knew you weren't ready, yet you still try to brace it. And because of that, you couldn't bring yourself to do it again.

"I can see whats on your head, dear."

"You know what? This is embarrassing to talk about with you. Could you just… Let go already?" you asked, avoiding looking at him and immediately standing up. Only for him to gently grab your forearm.

"No, I don't want to," he said while shaking his head, and guiding you back to your seat.

"You're so stubborn…" you muttered, but still letting him to make you sit down again. And once again, he called up your name.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. Unfortunately, you just met the wrong guy to have as your first. And he left you traumatized," he explained. His hand which grabbed your forearm, moved to grab your clenched fist instead. He kept rubbing your hand using his thumb, and it made your hand relaxed.

"I'm afraid if this keeps going like this, I couldn't date a guy, Satoru… and might died alone," you said it jokingly. But deep down, you knew you mean it. The 'could not date a guy' part to be exact. Deeply, you were jealous with your own friends who actually able to enjoy it.

Why was your luck in dating is terrible?

"Nah. You wont die alone. If you're unable to find a guy suitable for you, you might as well could just marry me instead," he suggested. Instantly, your hand went to his arm to push him.

"What an unfunny joke. You had people swarming over you. Just choose one of those," you grunted. Gojo just replied with a chuckle. "There are a lot of benefits of becoming my wife. I'm handsome, smart, rich, a good lover, a good listener, great at daily live, even greater in bed," he stated proudly. You made a puking face at his words, although well… It is the truth.

But you didn't think he would like to date someone like you. And you already too deep enough to think of him as a friend instead a lover. Chance of you becoming his lover would be zero percent.

"Yada yada yada. You know what? I'm planning to do my assignment here, but because of you, now I don't have the mood to do it," you said while standing up and moved to his sofa. Your hand reached the remote and turned on the TV, looking for a movie to watch. Which mostly, if it's Gojo, most of it are anime. Not like you hated it, your love for anime also came from Gojo who keeps shoving you clips of his favourite series.

"You can do it next time. Just… chill out for a second, it wont kill you," he said. He thought you're too rigid sometimes. The deadline for the assignment is still up for two weeks, yet you insisted working on it.

He followed you to the sofa. Yet instead of sitting right beside of you, he standing behind of you, and hugging you from behind of the sofa. He purposefully caging you so you wont move.

"Instead of working on your assignment, how about we worked on other thing instead? For example, your fear of sex?" he suggested, while bowing down right next to your ear. The way he said it to you made you jumped on your seat, as you feel shiver all over your body.

"What? You're going to give me lecture as for how to not be afraid of sex?" you challenged him. Acted like the jump and the shivering didn't happened on the first place. He thought of how cute you were acting like this.

"Even better. You wont last a lecture. Instead, I will teach you how to please yourself instead."

"And… why is that important for me to learn? And instead of being 'taught' by you, I rather search for it myself."

"My sweet friend… Of course it's important. You should understand about yourself first before you doing it with others. Your boundaries, your preferences," his voice became lower and lower. "Or, the most sensitive part of yours," he whispered, then blow directly to your ear. That made you shivered once again.

"See? For example, the sensitive part of yours are your ears," he suddenly let go his hug and his voice back to normal—cheery tone. Then walking around the sofa to sit next to you. You unconsciously rubbing your ears, the one that Gojo blew softly into. It feels unfamiliar to you.

"Did you do this to all of your previous partners?" you asked curiously, while shifting the way of sitting to be a bit further to him. You didn't know, if it was instinct or what. But the Gojo you were currently talking to feels… dangerous. Like a hunter tried to be calculative on its move.

You might talked casually, but even Gojo understood your body language that you started to feel wary of him. So he backed up slightly, following your rhythm for now.

"Doing what? If what you mean by looking for sensitive spots, yes. Of course," he answered. "After all, I didn't want them to feel hurt when we had sex. It's not fun at all when they were in pain. And, I would feel like I'm failing as a man," he explained it further to you.

"Must be lucky then…" you muttered quietly. If Gojo heard it, then he pretended that he didn't hear it at all.

"I'll be gentle in teaching you. I wont let you hurt."

And… that's how you finally find yourself in that position, right on Gojo's bed.

His gentle, calm voice allured you to be in that position. Right under into his mercy.

As he promised before, it didn't hurt. It felt good, even. But you're definitely sure that this was inappropriate at all.

"But, do you understand now? If you prepared enough, it should be fine. Hell, you don't even need a dick to cum either," he explained, then slowly inserting his second finger inside you. It did still feel tight, and your hand quickly find its way to grab Gojo's shoulder.

"Agh! Satoru…" you squealed, while grabbing his shoulder tight, almost planting your nails to him. "You're so tensed. Let me make you relaxed a bit," he said, ignoring the pain on his shoulder. Instead, he dived to between your neck and showered it with kisses. The feel of his lips on your neck, slowly went down on your collar bones made you shivered.

His hand didn't stay put. One is fingering you down there, while the other play with your nipples. Pinching, twisting, or playing it like you play a joy con. His mouth keeps kissing your neck, even biting it to left marks.

His marks.

He even wondered, how did those assholes unable do it properly with you? Your body is very sensitive, the proof was whenever he did something towards you, you always squealed, or shivered, try to held your cute—addictive moans. Your reactions against his doing made him want to ruin you more.

Yes, they were assholes for unable to treat you properly. But now, he was glad because only because of him, you're able to squirming like this. Just… How far you could held your moans?

"Don't held back your moans, dear. Let me hear your voice," he whispered on your ears, and biting it. He could feel your pussy clenched around his fingers.

Oh, how cute you are.

He started to scissored inside of you while going deeper. You couldn't help but to moan. You're unable to focus because of the sensation, even couldn't notice his smirk. "Satoru…" you pleaded at him. Listening to your voice, it made his dick harden. You didn't even touch him, but the effects that you had on him was crazy.

A good thing he had the self control. Otherwise, he can't help but to fuck you. Because, not yet. It's not his time to fuck you yet. He wanted to teach you, please you, make you actually able to enjoy yourself first. And he would do it not because of himself, but it will be you who begged for it.

"Tell me more, dear. Tell me what you want," he said it towards you gently. Which was funny because he seems like he's care, but his fingers started to picking up his speed, before slowing it down. And then he picked up the pace again, before slowing it down once again. You're groaned because of his teasing. He was such a menace!

It left you frustrated. It made you crave for more. Unconsciously, your hand went to your clit, started to rubbing it too. Just like how Gojo did before he fingered you. And Gojo let you be.

"Yes, that's it. Rub it like that," he praised you, while his hand keeps fingering you slowly. His encouragement made you rub it even harder, until the sensation hits you. You moaned his name while chasing the sensation.

But, you still didn't satisfied with it. Your hips started to move towards Gojo's fingers, chasing your own release. Only for Gojo suddenly held your hips tight, that it might bruised you. You immediately groaned at him.

He just grinned at you. "Who told you to do that? You naughty girl."

"But Toru… I want more…" you pleaded, while you tried to grab his forearm that held your hips. Yet, his grip was just to strong, it's overbearing.

"What more?" he asked, teasing you. "Just… more—angh!" you almost cried out of frustration.

"The next lesson is, you should say what you want to your partner. He wont know if you didn't say it clearly," he said, obviously playing around with you. While his finger which were inside you moved slower than ever.

'It's not like you will be playing with another guy either.' Gojo was not kind enough to share you with others either.

"Move… your finger quickly… please…"

It was embarrassing for you to beg at him to achieve your release. But you already far too deep in this situation. You feel heat around your face, flustered by your own words.

"As you wish, princess," he said while smirking, his fingers quickly moved inside of you, faster than before. And you screamed at how good it is.

How your screaming like a music to his ear. It was addicting.

"I wanna—- I wanna cum!" you said to him, your grab towards his forearm become tighter, just like his grip towards your hips. It hurts. But addictive kind of hurt.

He move his hands even quicker, it made a squelching noise because of the wetness. And you feel like you were going to cum while his fingers fucking you. Realizing you're going to cum, he didn't stop.

"Let it all out. Let it all out," his assuring voice is your breaking point. You screamed before you finally cum, wetting his sheets. And even after you cum, his finger still didn't stop in fucking you. The only thing you could hear was Gojo's reassuring voice, while his grip becomes weaker against your hips. Until all came to an end.

He pulled out is fingers from you, your clear slick wetting his fingers. He licked it in front of you, having your taste inside his mouth. He's finally got the taste of you, after successfully ruined you.

"Don't do that… It's disgusting…" you complained, your body suddenly feeling weak and losing all of your energy. He ignored you and stood up, went straight to the bathroom.

You took a look at your condition now. You're not totally naked, but you lose your pants and panties. Your t-shirt and bra ridden up, exposing your breast. And you made a mess on Gojo's bed. It was wet with your cum.

Shit.

What have you just done?

While you were thinking about how fucked up the situation is, he returned with a warm towel. He sat right beside of you, and started to clean you up. Then, he helped to fixed your clothing. Although he silently praising his own work on your neck.

Well, you haven't notice yet. Maybe if you're noticed, you will got mad at him.

But that's to deal later.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, while took his time cleaning around your pussy and your thigh, since most of the mess are there.

"Sleepy…" you answered, letting him to do whatever he was doing now against you. It does feel nice to be taken care of like this.

"But, now I understood the pleasure," you continued, while grinning at him. You thought about it. He even only used his hand, but he already made a mess out of you.

His ex partners must be pleased with their sex life.

"Is the lesson worth it then?" he asked affectionately, while taking the pants and your panties that was on the floor, helping you to wear it.

"Maybe, sensei. My only complain is, you're a menace as a teacher," you try to tease him back. Earned a chuckle from Gojo.

"You must be tired, just sleep here, okay?" he pulled a blanket to cover you up, while his hand patting your head. He went as far as giving you a peck on top of your head, before heading out of his bed room.

You fell asleep almost immediately, tired after the activity.

How about Gojo? He noticed his dick become harder. He secretly glad that you didn't notice it after all of the euphoria. Your effect was too much on him, that he need to quickly escape from you. He began to move to the spare bathroom in his apartment and taking a cold shower, although it's already late.

His mind went back to the event. The way you shivered under his touch, begging him for your own release. Or how you submitted under his grip, trusting him leniently. Or how you came because of him, and under his control.

Yes, only Gojo who's able to make you feel that good. Only Gojo, who will made you beg for more. Only Gojo, who will made you enjoy the sex. And he will made sure, you will only be satisfied because of him.

Not because of the other guys.

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Turned out, he had this voucher which expired the next day. Yet he somehow forgot about it. It would be a waste to not to use it. But the thing was… There were minimum requirements to be able to use the voucher. You needed at least three people to use it.

What was the perfect moment to use it if not then?

You were not a huge foodie, but you couldn't say no to dessert. This restaurant was a five-star hotel buffet that was famous for its seafood and desserts.

Considering your love for dessert, and how Kento had kept trying to bring you there but couldn't—since the reservation system sucked, he couldn't help but sigh. Your eyes were basically sparkling when Gojo begged both of you to accompany him. Especially with how easy it was for Gojo to get his reservation. Well, he wouldn't know, probably because Gojo had his own connections to it.

He knew what you were thinking when you looked at him with those sparkly (yet adorable) eyes.

Dessert. Dessert. Dessert!

And… as long as it made you happy, how could Kento deny the invitation from his—not well respected—senpai?

"Don't worry about the bill. Your strongest senpai will cover for it!" Gojo exclaimed proudly, while Kento just nodded against his words, surrendered to him.

So here you were, arriving at the hotel just for the sake of the voucher. And a free buffet from Gojo.

Kento decided to save the dinner he had cooked for the next day's lunch menu. You also quickly dressed yourself up for the sake of looking proper in the restaurant. Although you purposefully searched for your most comfortable dress so you could stuff your stomach to its maximum potential.

The dinner was heavenly, of course. Kento enjoyed his time there and tried almost all of the food available. The seafood was fresh, and there was a huge of variety of cuisines to enjoy. He was surprisingly silent while eating the crab legs and the lobsters, way too focused on cracking the crabs to pick out the meat.

He also put some of the deshelled crab legs and lobsters on a new plate for you to enjoy, since you were not a fan of cracking the seafood open.

Meanwhile, the moment you and Gojo arrived to the restaurant, you both immediately targeted the dessert section. He pulled you there quickly, and then piled up all of the desserts you both could find onto your plates.

Surprisingly, you and Gojo were like a partner in crime specifically for this matter.

"That's… a lot of desserts you got, dear," Kento commented, looking at your plates when you finally arrived. How did you both come back to the table carrying two plates full of desserts? Cakes, tarts, pies, panna cotta, and even gelato. You giggled at him. "Are you sure you could finish all of that?"

You quickly nodded. "Sure! I'm never wasteful with my food, Kento!" you said before you started digging in.

Your first victim was the gelato, since you were afraid it would melt quickly. You squirmed in delight because of the taste. It was milky, rich, yet not so sweet that it overwhelmed you. "It's so good…" you commented while continuing to finish the gelato. Kento looked at you and smiled faintly, seeing you enjoying your dessert.

"You should eat the crab and the lobster too, dear. Here," Kento said as he pushed the plate full of deshelled crab towards you. You just grinned happily and enjoyed the crab before continuing to devour your dessert.

As the both of you were enjoying your time together, you sort of forgot that Gojo was also sitting there at the same table, watching the two of you. He didn't comment anything, of course. But it was just fascinating to see how his aloof kouhai treated his wife.

But then, Kento noticed his locked gaze and glanced at him suspiciously.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just enjoy your meal!" he grinned as he continued to eat his plate of desserts.

But, Gojo's reaction actually bothered Kento. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, continuing to eat his seafood silently. He tried to control his expression so as not to look overly excited, or overly whipped, maintaining a flat expression whenever he thought of how cute you looked enjoying your dessert, or whenever the three of you engaged small talk between bites.

Then, after he finished all of his seafood, he stood up to pick other food. His next target was the Italian section. When he came back with a mountain of food, he noticed that you were eating a panna cotta. You grinned happily when he finally returned to your seat.

"Kento! This panna cotta is so good. It's sake flavored panna cotta!" you said the moment he sat down.

What he did not expect, however, was for you to place a spoonful of the panna cotta right in front of his mouth, as if you were trying to feed him some.

It caught him off guard by the sudden PDA. He coughed a bit, then pushed your hand which grabbing the spoon gently.

"Later, dear. I'll eat it after this," he said, avoiding you feeding him the panna cotta.

He thought that it would be fine. There's no way he would let you fed him in front of Gojo. He would make fun of him for a month straight. So he rather rejected you this way.

But he regretted his decision almost immediately. Because he did not expect was for the same spoon of panna cotta that he had just rejected to move across the table with ease and be eaten by Gojo instead.

You thought it was normal to feed him, even during your dates, especially whenever you found good food that you thought might suited his tastebuds. So, you had fed him without thinking.

But when Kento rejected it, you were a bit flustered. Well, he wasn't really fond of showcasing his affection publicly in front of his friends or mentees.

What you didn't expect that, Gojo was watching the whole thing like a hawk waiting for its prey. The moment Kento rejected the panna cotta and you glanced at Gojo, he had already opened his mouth wide and pointing at it, asking you to feed him.

Without any thoughts, you complied with Gojo's whims.

The whole scene moved too quickly before Kento was able to intervened.

You, his wife, had just fed Gojo your dessert?

With the same spoon you had been using to eat?!

His eyes widened in horror at the realization. Wait… Gojo had indirectly kissed you. His wife!

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone incredibly intimidating. You looked at him innocently, although his glare was scary-looking. Partially scary, partially betrayed, and partially panicked to be exact. But it was hilarious that you wanted to laugh.

"What? You said you don't want it," you said. Then you glanced at Gojo, who was happily chewing the panna cotta. "So I gave it to someone who did," you replied. You planned to scoop the panna cotta again using the same spoon you had just used to feed Gojo, before Kento quickly grabbed the spoon and moved it away from you.

"Don't use this spoon, use a new one," he said. Gojo only chuckled, delighted seeing his kouhai panicking over it.

"And Gojo-san. Why would you accept it from Y/N?" Kento glared at Gojo, utterly pissed with the whole stunt. Kento didn't even notice that it was Gojo who had actually initiated the whole thing, since he had been too distracted feeling embarrassed by you trying to feed him.

"Well, she fed me. Of course as a gentleman, I won't reject her."

"But, she's my wife," he stated firmly. Gojo looked back at Kento, looking completely confused.

"Huh? So you guys are married?" His tone was painfully mocking. You laughed at Kento's reaction. He looked completely done, or defeated by Gojo's remarks.

Who would have expected Gojo and you to pulled that stunt?

And, the next time you tried feed Kento, he actually accepted it.

He would rather be embarrassed by you feeding him in front of Gojo than experience a repeat of what had just happened.

Yet the time you got home, he was smothering you with kisses all over your lips over and over as he silently complained about the stunt you had pulled at the restaurant.

"Never do that again, dear."

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