Red-Writes

Which of course you don’t mind because you love him and things are going so so well! You wouldn’t wanna mess it up by being horny but he doesn’t make it easy for you. Like now, the two of you have had a few glasses of wine between the both of you and it’s like all of the pent up sexual frustration comes back with a deep throb in your pussy. He’s laying back against the bed, eyes scanning your face as the movie finishes on the screen and the credits begin to roll. You toss your leg up so it drapes across his lap and your warm cunt gains a glint of satisfaction by resting against his thigh. He doesn’t even seem to pick up on anything, he just leans down and presses a kiss to your lips and it’s slow, dangerously slow. His tongue slides over your bottom lip and slips into your mouth and you can’t seem to fight the moan that slips from your mouth out of pure desire for the man in front of you. Your hips, albeit slow, moved with a desperation. Your hips were stuttering as you deepened the kiss. His hands slid down your body, one inching down your back and the other gripping the thigh you caged him to the bed with. Somehow it escalates even further, you end up on top of him entirely. Pussy resting directly over the bulge in his shorts, rocking back and forth with so much want that the bed beneath you squeaks as result. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening with each movement of your hips, all the while the two of you haven’t stopped kissing once. His hands are squeezing your sides, his hips bucking upwards without any hesitation until he simply…stops? You’re confused and you pull away with hazy eyes and swollen lips and he looks up at you with a nervous expression and messy hair and you can feel the way he’s throbbing underneath you. All for you and yet-

“I-I think we should stop here” he says, clearing his throat following a nerdy crack in his voice.

“No no you’re right” you say and scurry off of the man’s lap, eyes immediately finding the obvious wet patch you left on his shorts and your cheeks heat up at your desire being so obvious.

"gojo...you feelin' okay? it's starting to smell in here.."

"you look really gorgeous tonight you know that?"

"pfft- you're so random what are you even saying?"

he takes a step towards you. "I mean it"

"you say that to every omega" you say half jokingly but part of you sort of means it. he was a flirt and everybody knew that.

he walks closer to you and eventually his body is slightly pressed into yours, but the physical touch wasn't even what overwhelmed you. it was his smell. it was strong, heady and aroused.

"gojo...be honest, what's really going on with you?"

"I realized something the other day..suguru made fun of me for being so late to catch on but..I need you"

you take a sharp inhale and suddenly your dizzy, knees starting to feel weak and oh- he's going into rut and it's clouding your senses.

"you don't know what you're saying..you don't mean this it's just your rut-"

"it's not..I know it's not because even when I'm not in rut, I need you.”

"what did suguru even say to you?” you ask, your head feeling like it was full of cotton.

"that you're a really good omega. that you're caring, you're gentle, generous. he told me I was blind for not seeing it, for not seeing you." he roughly ran a hand through his hair even though Geto was his packmate hearing him say those things about you made Gojo feel uneasy, "he also told me that you happen to like me"

"l-like..? I don't-"

"well I like you"

"Gojo.."

His words, his smell. It became too much for you, you turn your head to the left and squeezed your eyes shut. There was no way this was real.

“Please..” he presses his hard cock against your tummy and you feel a whimper rise in your throat. “You can feel ’m not lying, right?”

you freeze.

this entire time you thought they were together, you hear mina question if that's really the truth and you can't help yourself to do the same, "is that true kaminari?"

denki turns to you, "yeah of course it is," he smiles and he must have been drinking more than you thought because you noticed his cheeks were pink when he looked at you. "and how many times do i have to tell you, it's denki remember? you call everyone else by their first name."

you don't have a crush on any of the others though.

you laugh and roll your eyes, hoping that someone veers the conversion away from the topic. someone does but not for long. "that villain was a pain last week, both of our agencies combined had to deal with him. denki didn't you have to get one of your sidekicks involved?" denki glances at her but doesn't verbally reply, answering with 'mmhmm,' before directing his attention back to you.

"i'm serious y'know? you always call ashido by her first name, you've been doing it since ua and now you call the others by their first name too. it's only fair that you do the same with me, plus everyone calls you by your first name, including me." he says that so nonchalantly, like it's not a big deal, but every time he says your name your heart beats so quickly you can hear it in your ears and the butterflies in your stomach erupt, making your body feel warm and tingly.

"yeah, maybe..." you swirl your drink in your hand, similar to wine tasting but with your fruity cocktail, trying to take your mind off how his name would sound coming out your mouth.

denki puts his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm and not taking his eyes off you. times like these remind you of how incredibly attractive he is and you swear his eyes flick over to your breasts but you quickly dismiss it- denki would never look at you like that.

denki wouldn't take an interest in you, even after finding out he's not with jirou it doesn't mean that he likes you more than a friend.

just because he always slides into the seat next to you in gatherings and always buys you drinks, it doesn't mean anything. nor does it when he always insist on walking you home and sends you texts that read as gentle and tender when he see's a negative headline in a tabloid about you.

it doesn't mean anything when he delicately tipped your chin up to look at him when the new years countdown reached to the end and kissed you like it was the only thing that matters.

he would never find you attractive, you're not his type, with a soft body and someone unassuming and wanting to stay out of the limelight. you know his type, you've seen the girls that he goes home with, they're nothing like you.

"We should consummate the marriage."

He turns away.

"That isn't necessary."

"It is."

The two of you watch each other for a long while, stuck there, in uncertainty. He always watches you with wide eyes and you nearly laugh when you realize he reminds you of a deer in the tree-line, debating whether the hide or flee.

"I have never done any of this," you admit. "I will not be as impressive as others you may have-"

"That is the second time you have implied I have other lovers." Your husband cuts in. "I have devoted myself to you. I will not stray."

"Most men do. Those long months away-"

he gets sweaty and sensitive, the cotton beneath him sticky with at least three loads of cum, but keeps going despite his shaking. completely lost in the vision of you under him, taking him, breathing into his mouth. just the thought of it wrings out another peak from him–dry, but powerful enough to knock every part of breath from his lungs. out of his mouth sobs your name. his best thing.

hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.

it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.

sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.

or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.

back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.

except...

satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.

"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.

"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.

"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"

he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.

"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.

i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.

"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"

you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.

"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."

you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”

“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.

“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”

“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”