Stories I Love

“Fuck–!” you whimpered as you rolled your head back onto Caleb’s shoulder with a shudder as you came again, struggling against Emcee’s mouth and his bruising grip. His breathless chuckle sounded quieter in your ears considering your heart was roaring as your hand tightened in Emcee’s hair, the other reaching back to find Caleb’s as well.

You should have known better than to accept their offer to stay the night, but the storm had quite literally come out of nowhere and so you couldn’t be sure if they had truly planned this out, or if the universe had opted to leave you in their—very skilled—hands.

Maybe you had been less on guard with a stomach that was full of good food for once. Or maybe the fact that Emcee didn’t hate you: all those glares she tossed your way apparently meant for Caleb whenever he got too close.

He’s friendly, had been her explanation while he showered, clinging to your arm in a way that had you moving closer on instinct. Sorry. That it made you worried.

She was safe.

She was kind and beautiful and—

A gasp escaped you as you struggled to suck air into your lungs, head spinning as your body went rigid in Caleb’s arms as another orgasm slammed into you, drawn out by fingers and the vibration of her moans.

“So pretty, Ace,” she murmured, mocking the man currently sucking bruises onto your neck that you definitely wouldn’t be able to hide beneath your uniform.

This was a side of her you would’ve never thought to imagine before this impromptu sleepover turned threesome.

Possessive.

Competitive.

Enough to have you making even more of a mess that she was more than happy to clean with each and every drag of her tongue.

You weren’t sure how long she had been at it, but she seemed more than content to remain where she was, enjoying both your inability to sit still and how easily Caleb managed to force you to do so.

His touch was much different now than it had been after his shower once Emcee had gone for her own. It was as if he’d known she’d made a move on you, his hand gripping your bare thigh and massaging circles on the inside of it. Gentle, but firm.

She can be a spitfire, he’d said with both affection and amusement. You balance us well, being so…cute. Neither one of us could fall into the category anymore.

You agreed with him entirely, his grip merciless and unforgiving. The idea of bruises in his shape made your hips attempt to buck upward, no doubt forcing his fingers down deeper into skin...into muscle.

The perverted side of you that you hadn’t known existed until now hoped for it, knowing they’d last longer that way. You genuinely hoped for the dull ache every time you walked so you knew this wasn’t your sick imagination at play.

Your eyes rolled back as the tears slipped down your cheeks, the faint start of that familiar tightness in your core forming once again. Slowly building but just out of reach as your body attempted to cool you down from the previous heights you’d already plunged off.

The fact this had started because they hadn’t even let you glance into the guest room, instead ushering you to the room they apparently shared, still felt surreal.

Caleb had hugged you from behind due to ‘space issues’ while Emcee’s hand had found your waist once again, rubbing her thumb over it in a way that had you burning from beneath Caleb’s borrowed shirt and her borrowed shorts.

Then came the question after Caleb’s breath evened out and yours had threatened to follow.

You think you can stay quiet?

“Ngh!”

You heated in the face as you looked down to where Emcee was lying between your legs, watching your every move with eyes that seemed to glow. She knew your body better than you did, somehow. The thought pulled that band in your core even more taut, testing the limits of your body in a way that had you writhing.

Her eyes narrowed, that familiar glare making your grip in their hair tighten for a second before you eased up. Both moaned at the feeling, your mind reeling at the fact you’d drawn it out of them.

You felt Caleb’s palm along your stomach, sinking lower and lower until….

Your back arched as the band snapped without warning this time, sending you off that familiar edge as your body spasmed and shook against both their hands. Your ears were ringing, lungs staved for air as your mouth parted into a silent scream. Each wave of pleasure felt stronger than the last, your mind blanking entirely once you went limp, the tears following the trails down your cheeks.

You felt frayed.

Dropping from the high you had just discovered to a low you’d never experienced before.

You felt good. But you also felt scared, all of a sudden.

Like everything was wrong.

Like you weren’t worthy.

Like your very skin no longer fit as it should.

A hand on your cheek brought you back to reality, Emcee brushing the hair that stuck to your forehead away and watching you closely.

You tried to hide in shame, but she shook her head, thumb slowly wiping the tears beneath your right eye.

“You okay? Still with us?” she asked gently.

Caleb tensed at her tone, shifting to see your expression and softening when he saw your face scrunched up as you held in your sobs.

“Ace…” he spoke, too kind for the situation at hand. Too sweet for you of all people.

“I–”

“Hey, we got you,” Emcee assured, cradling your face in her hands. “This…happens. Happened when we first tried our limits, too.”

You sniffed, turning to Caleb for confirmation as he nodded once, pressing a kiss to your left eye.

“Completely normal,” he promised. “Takes time to come out of. So we wait it out. And you tell us if you need anything. Time alone. Time with us. Food…anything.”

A nod.

And wait they did.

Until you weren’t trembling in their grasp anymore.

Until you drank some water, wrapped in blankets and their arms as if they were sent to protect you from the world outside.

You were sure they could have fallen asleep just like that, but as you came back to yourself, you realized part of what made you feel so numb.

It felt unfair.

Like you were getting so much and they were just…there.

So you decided to try something, shifting your ass back against Caleb who was half-hard despite making a mess of his shorts twice already tonight.

“Don’t start if you won’t finish,” he teased, quite obviously fine with however this played out.

Maybe that’s why you reach back and wrap your hand around him carefully, testing him with a single stroke that has him sucking in a breath and leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

“Feels…” he whispered, exhaling harshly when you offered a squeeze.

“I want to keep going,” you admitted despite the shudder that moved through you as Caleb rutted into your grip. “If that’s okay.”

Emcee smiled at you in a way that had your heart fluttering.

“Of course that’s okay. As you can hear,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but you can see how she watched him almost identically to how she did you while between your thighs.

You watched as her own clench when he whimpered, his hands gripping your hips once again as he thrusted against your ass while you stroked him.

A sharp breath escaped you when one of Caleb’s hands began to wander again, slipping between your thighs but earning a smack from Emcee before he could claim his prize.

“Let her breathe,” she hissed as he grumbled about her not wanting to share, but rested his hand right below your belly button, admiring the patch of hair there.

“Says the one hogging her in his arms,” she huffed against your neck, making a few marks of her own where Caleb hadn’t.

“S–says the one that tried to s–oh fuck, right there–suck her soul out of her pussy while I haven’t even g–gotten a taste.”

The words made you let out a strained noise, filthy in nature but gratifying all the same.

You’d never been the biggest fan of your body.

But with how he was grinding against your ass with a desperation unfit for a colonel, and she was groping your tits like they had always been just for her, you couldn’t help but feel the weight from earlier dissipate entirely.

The fear was replaced with the familiar lust they’d awakened from somewhere within your body.

The sorrow was replaced with the urge to give as good as you got.

And so to even the playing ground as best as you could, you began to stroke faster. You allowed your free hand to slip into Emcee’s shorts much to her audible surprise, pausing when you realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Can I?” you asked, almost pleading for her to say yes. Her breath hitched as she watched you almost awestruck. She looked at Caleb who was still chasing his high, eyes dark yet encouraging.

“This was supposed to be about you,” she attempted, but you offered your best attempt at puppy dog eyes you could muster while trying not to drool over the woman in front of you.

You needed her badly. Just as badly as you needed Caleb, as greedy as it made you feel.

Please.

With a slow nod, you lit up.

You wasted no time in slipping further downward, rubbing in time with your strokes as both of them twitched and bucked in time with your movement. You felt…different than you had earlier. Whereas you were putty in their hands from the start, this felt more balanced.

You were being used for pleasure while also having some semblance of control over how much of it they can feel.

It felt…empowering.

So much so that you let their greed bleed into your own, swallowing it down and needing more of it.

“Ace, please,” Caleb whispered, biting down onto your shoulder as you swallowed hard. “Wanna cum.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes meeting Emcee’s as yours flashed with mischief.

“Ask Emcee. Nicely.”

Caleb’s head shot up, eyes wide and pupils blown. Emcee didn’t look any less a mess, lips twitching as she leaned over your shoulder to get closer to him.

“You heard her,” she said with a tilt of her head, one of her hands resting over Caleb’s on your hip while the other moved to the back of his neck, gripping tightly. “Ask.”

Caleb bit into his lower lip, eyes narrowed as he stared into hers. He turned back to you, expression easing up as you leaned in to lick a stripe up his chin where he hadn’t realized he’d been drooling.

His hips spasmed as he cursed again, meeting Emcee’s gaze with a lot less pride this time.

“Please,” he breathed, bumping noses with her as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Please let me cum, pips.”

Emcee was about to answer before you plunged two fingers into her without warning, her hips spasming as well as she adjusted to riding rather than just grinding.

“N…nicer,” she insisted, eyes lidded as Caleb made another sound of desperation.

“Please, please,” he pleaded. “So close. You too. So cum with me.”

The words shocked her enough that she dug her nails into his skin, slamming her lips to his. He groaned when she bit down on his lower lip and tugged, letting go only to utter a single word.

Cum.

You sucked in a sharp breath as they writhed and whined. Choking out your name of all things.

It was…messy.

So much so that you clenched around nothing, all of a sudden wondering if it would be toeing the line if you asked for more. More of what, you weren’t entirely sure of, but what you were sure of was they would know the answer.

You hadn’t ever pictured yourself as the insatiable type, but here you were. Between two people who had made a mess of you before making a mess on you.

Caleb swayed for a moment, leaning his weight against your back as he caught his breath. Emcee was the same against your front, both of them sighing when you pulled your hands away. You brought both to your lips, the pair watching as you licked yourself clean.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Caleb huffed while laughing in disbelief, cock already twitching against your back. Emcee said nothing, but her expression showed she didn’t disagree for once.

“We should…” she started, but you reached out to grab her wrist before she could get far.

“Ace?” she murmured, scanning over you curiously.

“More,” you said, barely above a whisper. “...please?”

Caleb and Emcee watched you in silence.

Then you were being pushed forward onto your knees, Caleb’s hand forcing your back into an arch while Emcee worked to get rid of her shorts.

“Knew you would be perfect,” Caleb said as he stroked himself before lining his cock with where you were already soaked all over again. He didn’t push in right away, grinding slowly as the tip moved in before popping back out.

You bit your lower lip, watching as Emcee spread her legs in front of you almost shyly, obviously not having expected this evening to turn out this way. The dominance she carried remained, but it was softened by a level of submission that had you reaching out to her, needing her closer.

“Beautiful, riiiight?”

Caleb’s voice in your ear had you flinching, your breath catching at how deep it’d become.

“Go on…don’t leave her waiting.”

You watched her shift closer, close enough that you were able to wrap her hands around toned thighs.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

And with a confidence you didn’t know you had, you leaned in for a taste. From her entrance up to her clit and back, a moan tearing from your throat. She cursed at your unexpected enthusiasm, hand reaching down to tangle in your hair in an attempt to regain her bearings..

“There we go,” Caleb chuckled, pushing into you slowly as you tightened your grip on her thighs.

Your tongue worked her open eagerly, even more so when Caleb grabbed her ankles to pull over your shoulders. The act had her letting out a slight squeak and you smiled, knowing she would hit him for that later.

“A little warning n–next time,” she breathed, head rolling back as one arm lifted over her head and hung off the bed limply. She matched the rhythm of your mouth easily, showing you where you were needed and whimpering when you delivered almost expertly.

Caleb’s thrusts were slow and measured as he watched you and Emcee with lidded eyes. He nipped at your ear, your neck while Emcee bit down on her own wrist, your eyes lighting up as you moved to her thigh to suck a mark there while you spoke.

“Kiss…”

Her head popped up at your voice.

Caleb pulled away from your neck, opening his eyes as best he could manage.

“What?” he questioned softly, the exact opposite of how his hips began to drive into you so roughly that if Emcee weren’t in front of you, you’d no doubt be pushed forward.

“Want us to kiss?”

A nod served as their answer as Emcee sat up and curled forward, her uneven breathing against your ear disappearing once their lips pressed together once again.

Caleb leaned over you further as Emcee’s free hand moved to tangle in his hair as well, the three of you melting further into a pile of pleasure, sweat, and heat.

Emcee bit his lip when you shifted your hand from her thigh to slip a finger into her once again, earning a growl and a particularly rough thrust that had you whimpering.

Another finger had her wrapping her legs around your head, pulling you closer as you grew light-headed for a different reason entirely.

Between Caleb fucking you like he hated you and Emcee using your mouth like she owned it, you began to feel that familiar pressure in your stomach.

“Close?” Emcee asked, almost taunting in nature. “Who should you ask, I wonder?” she said as she tightened her grip. “Can you even form words at this point?”

Your response was pushing further against her, a pleased moan shifting into a keen as you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked. Her legs wrapped around your head, suffocating and perfect and all for you.

Her nails dug into your scalp and Caleb’s skin, forcing a curse out of him as his thrusts became sloppier, less calculated and more desperate.

The three of you somehow break at the same time, Emcee’s back arching as she let out a cry that broke off at the end, vision going white as she shuddered against you.

Caleb thrusted once, twice, three times before filling you up, whimpering and grinding against you as you milked him. A certain thrust had you keening as your orgasm rolled into another, leaving you to writhe between them this time.

You made a mess of the sheets below you, of his stomach and thighs, and the sensation shot you into overstimulation much faster than before. Caleb groaned out your name as you managed to squeeze him even tighter, Emcee slowly loosening her grip on you both.

You don’t remember much after that apart from being ushered to the bathroom. The last thing you were able to recall was the sound of rushing water and soft whispers that lulled you to sleep.

**

“Small bites,” Caleb chuckled as you huffed, body wrecked and starved.

When you’d woken up in the guest room they refused to show you last night, you were in Emcee’s arms, her palm rubbing against your back in a soothing motion.

Caleb’s doing laundry, she had explained, unable to hide her smirk. Fun fact, he’s awful at rock, paper, scissors.

You watched her snicker at the reveal, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she went silent. She grew awfully flustered considering what she and Caleb had conspired the night before.

Good morning to you too, you’d teased, the woman nearly kissing you properly until Caleb entered with the breakfast he was currently edging you with.

“Caleb!” You started, earning a large grin as he gave in and let you take a larger bite.

“You’re starting to sound like her,” he chuckled, earning a smack from Emcee as she took a bite of eggs. “So…” he continued, clearing his throat. “Was last night okay? Are you feeling better?”

Your mind wandered to your moment of dread, gripping Emcee’s free hand tightly while your other dug into Caleb’s new pajama bottoms.

“I’m good. Very good, actually.”

And it was the truth. Not the lie you often gave him at the Fleet when you were trying to be professional. Not the attempt out of a deeper conversation with Emcee at the Association so she wouldn't think you were weak.

“I’m glad,” he said softly, brushing a finger down your nose.

“We’re glad,” Emcee corrected, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, tomato, tomato.”

You bite your lip at their arguing, the smile appearing despite your best efforts.

“Considering it was my first time, it went about as well as one could hope,” you admitted almost shyly.

“You’d never dropped during sex before?” Emcee asked curiously, handing you some water which you took and borderline chugged. Caleb clicked his tongue, forcing you to slow down.

You grinned at him as his thumb came to the corner of your mouth where some had escaped.

“Or never had a threesome before?” Caleb added as a joke, only to press his thumb harder against your skin at your response.

“Never had sex before,” you confessed like it was the weather, unable to stop the quiet chuckle that left you. “Guess I learned a lot more than people usually do, huh?”

You lifted your gaze to Emcee.

Her smirk was gone, replaced with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. When you turned to Caleb to try and get answers as to what had happened, he wore the same strange expression.

“..What?”

The two met each other’s eyes, the room’s energy shifting as if a switch had been flipped.

You swallowed hard when they both looked back at you, heart stuttering as Emcee began clearing the plates from the bed while Caleb moved the blanket off you both and onto the floor.

"Towels?" Caleb questioned.

"On it."

You let out another laugh, higher pitched, this time.

ᡣ𐭩ྀི₊ ⊹ masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

i have an exam on tuesday but the exam anxiety hasn't gotten to me yet to pressure me into studying grr

“Throw it out, Ijichi.” Gojo snarled, tapping his long tobacco stick against the low table. The kiseru was made of polished bamboo, its sleek body donning the silver emblem of the Gojo clan—it had been scratched out. It gleamed like a blade.

The heir to the Gojo clan - at least in name - had his back turned to his audience. Soft morning sunlight filtered through silk curtains and illuminated his strong figure, draped in Gojo-blue. It was almost against everyone’s will, including his own, that he had grown tall. Broad. Traditional woodblock prints. Sandalwood incense from the local temple. Books upon books of high literature surrounding him. He’d read them over hundreds of times. 

Seated upon a plush blue zabuton cushion with silver threading; he was surrounded by opulence and even more loneliness. Most days, Gojo sipped his time away with that damn bamboo stick and his books—training and convening with others had long been banned since it became obvious that the heir had no talent in cursed energy. Which wasn’t supposed to be- he was supposed to be The Strongest. He was supposed to be…something else. Someone else. So they hid him away.

They forgot about him. 

Out of sight, out of mind. Right? 

Except for Ijichi Kiyotaka, the one resident at the Gojo Estate that knew the enigmatic Gojo son beyond just whispers and the occasional flash of white hair ‘round hallway corners. Disappearing quicker than one catches it.

The envelope crumples in Ijichi’s hands as he speaks, “But master-”

“Do not call me that.” His voice isn’t too loud. And yet, it cuts through the attendant’s voice with its simple simper—“What have I told you, Ijichi?”

“M-my apologies…Gojo-san.” 

Gojo had his head semi-turned over his shoulder. And from that brief profile, Ijichi sees that even that title manages to make the other man’s lip curl—though he doesn’t say anything more. He merely turns back to his tobacco as the bespectacled man starts to blubber once more. 

“I-I just meant to say…” Tone wavering. Tone beseeching. He’s shuffling forward on both knees with the envelope held out, “-that this might be something of interest, ma- Gojo-san.”

“What? A marriage proposal?” Gojo scorns after a deep exhale. The tobacco at the end of his pipe still remains inflamed when he sets it down on the table, and finally turns properly towards his attendant. His only. Gojo isn’t so presumptuous as to call him his only friend- but sometimes he can’t help but feel that way. Steely blue eyes narrow. “Does it look like I have the patience to entertain what is so-obviously a joke, Ijichi?”

“But—” Ijichi can’t help but stir. “You’ve been leaving this proposal without reply for four days, Gojo-san. And it seems that in that time, they’ve contacted the Estate five times just to make sure it was delivered.”

He raises a ghost-pale brow, “Then it seems they don’t know I’m without cursed energy.”

Ijichi squirms uncomfortably. He pushes his glasses up, “I-it seems that in that time, the council of elders had taken…liberties to inform them of this circumstance.”

Gojo takes his tobacco and taps it impatiently on the table. “And?” He runs a hand through his hair—what else could he have expected from them? Fucking bastards. 

To his surprise, Ijichi ducks his head down ever-so-slightly. And though the Gojo heir might not have those special eyes that deemed him as part of the family - he could still see that the other man seemed to be hiding a faint smile. “And…it seems they were still interested, Gojo-san.”

There’s a pause.

Gojo takes another deep inhale.

“Is that so…?” His words were low and lazy—but Ijichi could see right through them. He could discern that faint furrow between his master’s brows as he mulled over the thought, let it twist and turn and take over his mind. Everyone he knew didn’t spare him a second glance at him once they found out about his predicament. 

They would fawn over him and his blue eyes during those stuffy social functions he was dragged to as a child - back when the elders still seemed to think he had a chance of his cursed energy showing up as he grew - and then ‘discreetly’ be pulled aside by some attendant or the other to be…told. ‘Normal eyes’ was what he commonly heard. Then they’d avert their eyes from him all night.

It took him some years before he understood why, and then he’d started refusing to join these functions. After that, they stopped asking. 

Visitors from far-off lands would bring him gifts and candies whenever they visited the Estate on official business; and he’d stand outside the meeting hall as they requested to see the ‘little one’. Only to be told by his very parents that there was nothing to see - he had no cursed energy. There was nothing impressive about him. 

He never saw a single one of those candies.

The dojos of the Gojo Estate would be in an uproar morning after morning; and once - just once as a child - he had asked to join. The head instructor had shared a pitying gaze with his top student, and Gojo had sprinted out of the place before they could utter a single word. They can keep their pity—he didn’t need a single one of them.

He didn’t need anyone.

Not the tutors, nor the attendants, nor the kids of those higher-ups that all looked at him with pity in their eyes- that’s part of why he latched onto Ijichi and made him his only attendant. 

He never did so.

That, and Gojo liked his glasses. 

Wherever news of Gojo’s lack of power spread, it became infected like a disease.

Which is why he couldn’t understand you. 

“Gojo-san?” Ijichi’s tentative voice breaks through his torrent of thoughts, and Gojo’s still slightly dazed as he looks up at the other man - how long had he been silent? Shaking off whatever had come over him - it’s not quite like him to reminisce - he stands and walks to one of the open doors—facing a private section of the Gojo gardens. Butterflies flicked from flower to flower, and trees swayed serendipitously in the winds. He watches one of those multi-colored wings flap to foxglove and then off into the sky. Watching such a sight, he couldn’t help but feel so small.

The Gojo Estate was beautiful, but deadly. 

And so were those with its name. 

“Write them a response apologizing for taking so long.” Gojo keeps staring out at the summer day as he speaks, and the other man jolts to attention. “And tell them…” He wasn’t sure who he was waiting for: Ijichi who was noting this down, or himself. He swallows and clasps his hands behind his back—“Tell them that I accept.”

He has always hated feeling small. 

“Let’s see how they truly like The Strongest.”

.

.

.

The elders were prepping and poking at him like some dessert the next evening.

News of his acceptance had spread like wildfire. 

And before he knew it, they were rubbing his skin red and raw - until milk-water seeped into his every pore. Dousing him in clouds of perfume. Painting his plump lips just the faintest cherry-red—just enough to be enticing, or so they said. Smoothing down the invisible creases on his expensive cotton hakama; threaded cranes and reeds took flight from their hem, the silver emblem of the Gojo clam burned deeply into his back. He couldn’t find much of a difference between this and a dog collar. Play nice. Don’t bite. 

Do tricks for the pretty lady. 

Or so he assumed he would have to. 

At some point, he wondered whether they were oh-so-fervently preparing him in the hopes of getting rid of him. And his hypothesis was only exacerbated when those elders caught each others’ eyes and smiled as they were bidding him farewell. “Make our family proud.” His father had told him.

Farewell. Farewell.

The towering, palace-like gates of the Gojo Estate grew smaller behind him, and he determined that even if he wasn’t getting picked - he was never coming back. 

And so he was here.

Gojo was escaping one Estate and being led straight into another; grander, more gilded. The prestige radiated off of it in waves and made his stomach turn to knots as he was led inside - Ijichi by his side - past winding hallways and antiques displayed, then singled out and told to sit in the meeting chamber amongst a row of handsome men. Ijichi nods reassuringly at him and steps outside. 

Gojo’s sighing greatly before sitting at the very end of the row - attempting to twist his legs into the poised positions that the others were taking on top of the tatami. There were about twenty of them; backs straight, legs tucked, proudly dressed in robes with their family names. They stood out in their multi-color robes and reminded Gojo of old-fashioned puppets. And even among these handsome men they were attempting to out-handsome one another.

It was almost pathetic- really. 

As they wait for you to arrive, your suitors would jut their heads out and take a good look at the competition—then if they assess that one seemed to be giving them too much of a run for their money, they’re primping their hair n’ polishing off their jewels. The Gojo Estate had given him none - probably didn’t trust him with them. 

He feels a laugh bubbling up in his throat as, one by one, they snuck glances at him and sat just a little taller. And yet, they couldn’t meet his height.

That didn’t matter, however.

In this society, all that mattered were one’s powers - and should one not have strong powers, then it’s the connections. Gojo had none. 

Ah, to get this over with…

Soon, footsteps resound and the sliding doors rattle. Gojo gets the urge to look up as they open, but he’s tampering down the temptation and keeping his eyes fixated on the ground as he always does. It came as second nature to him. Next to him, he feels the other candidates stiffen and do the same. 

“The Madam enters.” Wheezes out a male voice, old and reverent. 

There’s another step as someone - presumably you - steps inside the meeting hall, and then they’re all placing their hands in front of them and bowing. Bending in unison at the waist. It wasn’t common to bow to someone he knew was just a year or two younger—but you were already the Madam of your clan, and they were mere heirs after all.

Him, not even that.

“At ease, please.” Your sweet, sweet voice echoes out and sends goosebumps skittering across his skin. Gojo’s not sure what he expected - but this…”Thank you for coming. Your presence shall be rewarded plentifully.”

“We’re grateful, Madam.”

“W-we’re grateful, Madam…” Gojo follows up belatedly. His pulse quickens. His thighs squeeze. He feels stares hone in on him at that exact moment, and he’s sure that one of them was yours.

Gojo attempts to press himself down on the tatami even deeper- to fold himself in half and make himself invisible. His eyes widen and the smooth woven surface stares up at him. His palms sweat where they were clenched. It’s not that he cared about what anyone here would think of him - but if he were to get out of here and escape, then drawing any attention to himself doesn’t help. 

His heartbeat thunders in his chest—ba-dump! 

But you don’t single him out. And Gojo’s unsure whether or not to breathe out a sigh of relief once he hears what seems to be a soft chuckle coming from your direction—he can’t risk it twice.

And after a beat, Gojo hears your footsteps start to make their way down from the other end of the row. Step after step. Stare after stare. Second after second, he assumes you’re taking your time assessing each candidate before moving onto the next. And behind your nearly-soundless steps were your gaggle of elders- “This is a descendent of the Kamo clan—” They’re not quite whispering to you, “Very powerful. Very respectable family.”

“I see.” You say, and you’re walking past the Kamo descendent.

“O-oh and this one…the Fujiwara clan. Not the wealthiest but-”

You hold a hand up, “Yes, thank you.”

“Zenin Nao-”

“Not at all.”

Whoever that was - Gojo’s heard of the Zenin clan in bits and pieces through the walls of meeting chambers he wasn’t let into - withers in his bow. Whatever he’s heard of the man hadn’t been favorable in the first place, so he has to bite his lip to hold back a faint chuckle—so caught up in the action that he nearly doesn’t notice the shadow padding over to him. He nearly doesn’t notice that you’ve walked right up to him. 

It’s the elders that get his attention before you do.

“Ah- and this is the…” Gojo doesn’t need to strain his ears to hear what they’re saying about him. He’s heard it time and time again: that slight hitch in their tone, the way they bring up a hand to cover their mouths but still look at him. “The heir to the Gojo clan.” Spat like a curse.

“The hair gave it away.” There’s none of that derision in your tone. “How beautiful.”

A shiver runs down Gojo’s spine.

And it’s not long before yet another one of your council members is tugging at your sleeves, “Madam, this is the…”

Another speaks up- “The note that was delivered—”

“That forgotten son.” And another.

“Silence.” 

You’re saying it so serenely, and yet it manages to get every single damn one of them to shut up. Every single one of them—that were hungry and clamoring for your attention; frothing at the mouth to reveal his open secret. If only it was so easy for him. The silence stretches terribly, until the tension was so thick that it was hard for him to breathe. 

And before he knows it, Gojo’s feeling a soft hand touch his shoulder. 

Lightness fills him. Just ephemeral and fleeting. 

And your voice speaks out in a much warmer tone, “Please. At ease.” 

Something seems to uncoil inside him as he straightens- why he was following your every word, he has no idea. But soon enough, he’s back in his resting position and looking down the row of other candidates that ogled him. 

You chuckle kindly once more, “The others have long since been sitting. You may go easier on yourself.” Through his peripheral vision, he senses you crouching down in front of you.

And so he’s finally looking up—

Now, Gojo Satoru could describe your features, or your clothes, or the color of your eyes- or even the degree of your smile. He looks back on this moment - not even in the far future, mere split-seconds later - and thinks he could pinpoint the exact angle that the light flooding into the chamber struck the side of your face. But the only thing he registers right now is that if heaven were real, then this might just be the place. And he’d run straight into its awaiting arms-

Your awaiting arms. 

Then as quickly as that flare of madness appeared, he’s shaking his head. Trying to clear his mind - whilst you wear a look of slight bemusement on your face as if you could read his thoughts.

Gojo’s just able to pull himself together and flicker his sapphire eyes open—when you’re standing up and addressing them all. Speaking loud and clear- “I have chosen.” 

Cold water douses him- or at least feels like it. And the other candidates in your row of suitors shiver like they were experiencing something similar.

One of the elders shifts his gaze nervously between him and you, “Y-you have chosen, Madam?” 

Another one clasps his hands in delight and beams, “As per my recommendation- the Kamo boy, Madam?”

“No no—it should be the Abe boy.”

“The-”

One hand raised to signal silence. You’re running your serious stare down the row of men that sat rigidly awaiting your decree.

Each one blenches a little as it reaches them, as though it sent bolts of electricity through them.

Eventually, they’re stopping on him. 

On Gojo Satoru.

And he meets your gaze shyly- with bated breath.

“It’s him.” The calmness before the storm. “I choose him.” Before the chamber seems to explode into the indignant noises of the other candidates, the pleas and coos of elders attempting to stop you from making any rash decisions. The air seems to still. The pipes seem to burst. Outside, it’s evident that some of the house staff had been peering through the cracked-open door and eavesdropping on the ceremony- and their surprised squawks add to the cacophony.

And in the middle of the noise - the center of attention - you and Gojo share a look in silence.

Your hand raises once more. 

“Silence. I will not repeat it.” A slight hardening in your tone. It’s there to remind them all that you are the clan leader, after all; amongst the youngest to be handed the mantle, amongst the most successful to make your Estate surge in social and economic standing. “He is to be my husband—” Turning to look at him. “-if he so wishes it.”

And you had chosen him to be your husband.

There’s a terse silence- and everyone turns their heads towards Gojo before he realizes that they were waiting for his answer. Most of the other men glower at him as if to say he was stupid if he messed this up-

“Y-yes.” Nodding unsteadily. It seems like the kind of thing that he’d have to ponder over - but it comes to him as though his mind had already been made up, without him knowing. “Yes.” Yes, he was sure. 

“Yes, Madam.” The guy next to him hisses.

One of your head council members all but begs at your feet, “B-but master, he has no cursed energy…”

“Elder, must I repeat myself once more?” It seems like an off-hand question—almost jovial. But clearly the elder knows better than to push, and he’s shrivelling back up once more.

With a wave of your hand, you’re dismissing them. “And so if that is all, the other candidates shall have to forgive me- but I wish to spend some time getting to know my future husband. I hope you understand. Refreshments will be available in the East gardens.” As they start to exchange glances and stand, you turn to your balking elders—“And that goes for you, too, dear elders.”

They stir.

They look at each other- as if for confirmation.

Before one nudges the other - and they can do nothing but walk. Walk away with a mere glance—past the ogling house staff, following the murmuring young men. 

Despite how much your attendants try to take a peek at him- the sliding doors shut. 

Rattling; those trundling vibrations soak into the walls and reach all the way down to Gojo’s toes. Making them curl as you sit in front of him: close enough that his heart thunders, far enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear it. Though by the look on your face, he almost has his doubts…

“So…” You’re placing your face in your hands and taking a good look at him. “Something tells me you’re not one for small talk?”

“Why have you chosen me?” He jerks his peripherals to meet yours, and stares at you squarely. “They were right- you know—” Gojo gestures at the doors behind you, “I don’t have any cursed energy.”

“I was right.” You mutter to yourself, “And as for why I chose you…hm…” 

He almost thinks you won’t answer the question, when you’re cupping your hands in front of you and letting them emanate a soft golden glow. Gojo knows what it is instantly- he’s spent so many years wishing he had the same, after all. Even the tiniest ember of it.

You’re shaping the air in your hands as though molding the radiance; it fractures and bends like sunlight between tree branches. Beautiful. He’s never seen anything more beautiful. As if his thoughts caught your attention, you’re half-smiling up at him. “Do you know what this is?”

“Cursed technique.” He whispers.

You nod, “And can you take a guess what it does?”

“Something to do with darkness and light? Vanquishing darkness?” Gojo cocks his head. 

“In a way…” You’re gesturing for him to reach out—and he brings his arm out somewhat tentatively. The moment your fingertips touch his skin, that radiance seeps warmth throughout his body- it floods him with that same light feeling from earlier. “Feel that? It’s your mask being taken off you.” Gojo looks at you in confusion. “My cursed technique reveals people’s true emotions and thoughts- the good and the bad. The honest. I can read them all.”

“And mine…?” He gasps. How wondrous. Those of the Gojo clan were often stuck on bending space and the physics of it all. Your technique just seemed so…human. 

You smile, “Something like cursed energy doesn’t matter to me. You were the only one that didn’t want me for my name or status.” Fingers sliding across milky skin - feeling more of him. Reading more of him. His gasp catches in his throat as you continue, “You were angry. And tired…” Brows furrowing. “-and a little scared.”

“I am.” He swallows- throat dry. “I was. But what’s that to you?”

“And then there was something else…” Bolts of lightning seem to explode wherever your fingertips traced, and he’s feeling his pulse heighten. His half-lidded gaze bores into yours—“You were aroused calling me ‘Madam’.”

And then Gojo Satoru just seems to melt-

“I wasn’t-”

“You were.”

“I was-” There was no use hiding it. He’s leaning backwards—even though his hands remained where they were, aching for your touch. Gojo’s words come out in jagged pants, wet and blistering; perspiration starts to formulate on his skin. “I was. And it’s all your fault I had to hide a boner from some damn elders.”

“You were…what?” You tilt your head coyly. Gojo Satoru. From the moment you saw him, you knew you wanted him.

And one wouldn’t need a cursed technique to know how he felt- a rosy blush rises to his cheeks. “I was, Madam.”

Was it getting even hotter inside this damn room? Gojo’s almost subconsciously letting those expensive robes of his flap open, just the barest slivers of pinkish skin. 

“How perverted.” You’re tutting. Starting to lean in now, “But that’s alright. Because right now, you’re feeling something else, too.”

Whispering. Octaves higher. He looks like he’s in for a battle- there’s a carnal glint in his eyes that’s hard to mistake. “And that is…?” Challenging. 

“You wish to kiss me so badly.”

And so he does.

He does, he does, he does- he’s not sure who’s reaching for whom first. But suddenly your lips are on his and he’s moaning into your mouth—loud and openin’ up in a gasp before you’re capturing his lower lip between your teeth and teasing him just a little. 

Nibbling.

The chamber light flickers for just a second- but neither of you notice it as Gojo bucks. Straight off the smooth tatami and reachin’ his carnal hips up into yours. The simple action is enough to make Gojo fist at the fabric of your clothes, white-knucking them until he’s hearing a little riiiiip—! 

You’re breaking the kiss with a gasp- and his lips still chase yours ravenously. “Now, now…we aren’t even married yet. Not that I care, but what would the council say?”

“I don’t care.” Gojo pants out hot n’ heavy into your mouth. Before one hand snakes up the back of your neck to guide you into a deep kiss once more- “I don’t fucking care.”

“E—mmpf.” He’s sucking sloppily on your tongue, dragging the tip of your tastebuds between his lips n’ tasting. Like it’s the sweetest damn thing he’s ever tasted. Brows crinkling in frustration whenever you’re attempting to half-heartedly break off and continue speaking- “Eager- oh, are we? Something tells me that someone’s a little…inexperienced, hm?”

And you didn’t need your cursed technique to read him - Gojo blushes straight down to the roots of his ivory hair. 

His nose crinkles, “I am. I’ve never touched a woman- anyone before.”

“And that’s perfectly alright.” You’re reassuring him, hands coming up to caress his heaving chest. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can take it slow-”

“No—” Gojo gasps as though you’d just cussed him out. Hands trembling on your body - fabric bunching, fingers white-knuckling. He’s holding onto you like you were a lifeline. “No no no no- I would rather…if you would like to—”

You’re letting your warm cursed energy out.

“I want to taste your lips.” He admits, wincing at the way it sounds so crude being said out loud. “Your…other lips.”

“Oh.” Your mouth parts. Before a rush of pleasure seeps through you- “Then why don’t I get on my back, hm? I want to see your pretty face.”

He almost feels faintish just hearing the words.

In next to no time; you’ve positioned yourself flatly against the tatami mats—and dragged him right on top of you, of course. Gojo’s body eagerly climbs up your own, the light from above creating a halo-like effect on him, and admires you for a few seconds- kisses your lips once more- before he’s pressing a thorough trail of open-mouthed kisses down your body. 

Between your tits. Down the side of your hips.

Gojo’s then moving back and chastely peckin’ up your inner-thighs before he’s reaching that wetness in-between. The heat of your cunt just radiates between your legs- you were already so drenched n’ pulsing. 

That tick-tick-tick of your cunt presses against his face as Gojo shuffles aside your layers and nuzzles in. Even through your underwear, it was making his mouth water already.

Without a single warning, Gojo lets his greedy tongue drip out and gives your clothed pussy a gooood lick. From bottom to top.

His tongue flickering back in. That damn light inside the meeting chamber flickers against once more- and you’re immediately bucking up into his touch. “G-Gojo—”

“That’s my father’s name. Instead call me…” He murmurs, throat smoky. With a sudden squelching kiss—placed right where your swollen folds were the plumpest, the heir to the Gojo clan struggles to push himself even deeper. Even closer. Even more desperately. “Satoru.”

“Satoru.” You repeat.

And he looks as though he’s in ecstasy.

In what seems like the far-off distance, there’s a sudden burst of something sharp- shards. The observation lingers in your mind and you’re realizing that it sounded like a lightbulb or one of the antiques being dropped. 

But there’s no time to think about it too deeply—because in the next few seconds, you’re weaving your fingers through Gojo’s dampened white hair. Twisting them into a grip so deliciously painful for him, and dragging his pretty face back between your legs. A sudden moan rips from your throat- “Your future wife wants you to eat her out, Satoru.”

He’s on you so fast - nudgin’ his head nose-deep - that you think it might’ve been teleportation. “Yes, Madam.”

And how could he ever deny a command from you?

It’s the only thing that whirls in Gojo’s dazed mind- it’s the only thing his body even seems to be running on. Before he even registers what he’s doing, his fingers are reaching up to swipe aside your soppin’ panties. Fuck…you’re so pretty he feels a moan slip out. Muttering a ruined prayer between your legs- before the slender tip of his tongue darts out and slobbers.

A lick straight down your wet crevice.

A lap around the outer area where your slick had accumulated.

“Mmmpf—” Gojo breathes through his nostrils n’ lets them flare. He lets his eyes widen. He lets his jaw drop.

Just the faintest glimmer of your essence trickling down the side of his mouth. 

And Gojo’s going crazy.

With a croaked, crackling groan at the back of his throat- he’s hooking a bulky arm around your left leg and tugging—manhandling you to him in a surprisingly primal way. Your pussylips are slammin’ against the edge of his chin, and he’s probing his tongue even deeper. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Why is she so sweet…”

Feeling the pressured intrusion of his tongue - the way his slippery muscle expands the first inches of your muscle so well - you’re merely arching up into his mouth with a keen. “Ohhh, just like that—”

“Huh? What- that’s not…” And for a few seconds there, you think he’s merely babblin’ away to himself. But when Gojo fishes his sloppy tongue back out and thrashes it even harder- nose pressing up determinedly against the nub of your clit - that’s when you’re realizing that something else might be at play here.

That’s when you’re letting your chin drop to your chest, and discovering Gojo already staring at you with large, hallowed eyes- straight up at you.

That’s when he’s becoming even more frenzied as he sandwiches his lips between your puffy folds and makes out with them. Those girthy inches of his tongue drawing out languid slurps and sounds that make his cock twitch. “Th-that’s not what I asked, Madam.” He’s rubbing up against the sensitive inner parts of your thighs, “That’s not the answer to my question, right?” From the way he looked, you genuinely couldn’t tell whether he was joking or dead serious.

“Satoru, what do you…” Getting on your elbows to look down at him.

But it’s almost too late. Because Gojo has his mouth hooked ‘round your sweet, sweet pussy and his zig-zagging tastebuds driving you wild—“Why are you so sweet?” Almost as wild as Gojo was driving himself. “Why are you so hot? So ready takin’ my tongue? Just fucking—stickin’ to me like that- your pussy’s trying to chase me when I kiss her.” 

“O-ohhhh—you’re sure this is your first time?” You can merely sob.

Those sky-blue eyes of his flash with some amusement.

“So fucking…” And you’re not sure if he even hears you - you’re not sure whether Gojo can register anything other than the dessert platter in front of him right now. As if on cue, that leaky hole of yours empties out numerous wads of sap that smear down his cheeks. He welcomes it with what almost feels to you - and your technique - like a purr. And this last word is spat out in what almost feels like a growl- “-addictive?”

It’s almost accusing.

Though not really, and Gojo’s honed canines jut out as he lavishes a few kisses on your clit. Soakin’ it up enough to reach a hand up and pinch.

That glistening nub of yours grows even fatter n’ needier as he squeezes it between two cold fingertips. His thumb and his index. Just the sight of it is enough to make his mouth salivate once again, and all those gluey ribbons of saliva end up getting spat on your pussy once again.

Gojo’s pluggin’ it up with his crowned fingertips before it can get the chance to trickle out. Like a waterfall. “You must have done something to me…” The realization hits him.

“E-excuse me?” You ask.

“It’s your cursed technique- isn’t it—?” Gojo’s then scissoring two digits inside you and starting to pummel your gooey insides with them. Each movement causes the prettiest orchestra of squelches that enter his eardums like fucking music-

“It wasn’t.” Squealing. Soaring your hands through his hair. He scours every inch of you with a single thrust- the sheer length of his fingers, ending off with those knobbly swollen tips. 

They were so moldable n’ he’s gluing them to your softest orifices like adhesive. “I p-promise it wasn’t…” Saliva starts to stream from one side of your mouth—your mind’s turning to mush with every passing second. Without even thinking, you grab him by the scalp and guide his face closer between your legs. The cavern of his pretty pink mouth opens with a soft ‘yes, ma’am’ and Gojo then latches onto your throbbing clit. “Why? Do you feel any different, Satoru?”

“Feel different?” At that question, Gojo has to physically lurch away from your pussy to look up into your face n’ make sure that you’re serious. You were. “Feel different?”

“Y-yes…?” Slightly taken aback.

Gojo genuinely lets his head tip backwards- with a bout of crazed laughter. 

Short. Breathless.

It echoes around the room; and you’re sure of it—this doesn’t sound anything like the Gojo Satoru you’ve known. Until now. There’s a feral twinkle in his eyes that you can’t quite discern once Gojo surges his head forward and kisses your pussy once more. French kisses.

This time, his pupils were mere needlepoints around a sea of faintly-gleaming blue as he wraps his lips around your clit and peers up at you. A grin plastered across his face- he knows you can feel it, because you’re just squirming so much. “Sweetheart, I don’t just feel different…” Those roverin’ tips of his enter your hole once more, three of them propelling inside your slippery channel. “I think I am different.”

A shiver runs down your spine. What did he mean by…

Gojo’s eyebrows raise—“What do I mean by- hah, that? Well…I can feel your pussy reeeeeeal good-” His nose crinkles as yet another wave of slick slips down his throat, “-I can feel every clench, every pulse, every bead of slick.”

And then he increases the pace of his thrusts, until the brutish knuckles of his fingers were reddened. 

Starting to swell.

Pump after pump.

Hit after hit.

The most ruthless swipes that messed up your insides. Leaves his mark on there like a last name; Gojo adds in a fourth finger just when you think you’ve been stretched-out to your maximum limits—

“And…” That flexible end of his tongue lifts off of your clit. He curls it tenderly in front of your entrance- just in time for a pearly bead of slick to escape you and end up dappled straight on his tastebuds. “I can predict wherever they start to drip.”

Your mouth gapes open.

And though that was impressive, your mind’s occupied with something else entirely. 

You yelp and sit up on your elbows straighter. How did he know? He read your mind. He’s reading your body. You thought he didn’t have cursed energy?!

But as though reading your mind was something he did everyday, he continues.

He’s using those special antics to slash his mouth near-vertically across your own slit and end up draaaaaagging his textured tastebuds on top of your clit. Making you shake with every single spark of pleasure running up your body, whilst his fingers only prod ‘round even deeper. Swivelling around. Stirring you up from the inside. Squelch after squelch. “I can sense where you feel the best.” Gojo’s lips are flappin’ away animalistically between your legs. “I can tell just how good you feel—”

A sudden bite at your clit.

You’re yelping, “Fuh-fuuuuuck!”

““See? I can tell your pretty pussy liked that.” Gojo’s fluttering his pale lashes playfully. A smirk upon his maw. “I can tell that you like it when I do- ngh, thiiiiis—” Scissoring his fingers and flickerin’ his tongue on top of your clit, “And especially when I do this.” Making you throw your head back as he nibbles on your knob once more. Just as he had predicted - you shiver underneath his tongue, and he’s gapin’ his mouth wide to let those droplets cascade into his mouth. Those blue eyes of his nearly glow in excitement—“And I can tell…actually, I can see that you’re feeling good all the way from here—” 

He presses down on your clit using the tip of his handsome nose. 

Then glides his left hand up your front- as far as he could reach, he’s soon squeezing your left tit. Then the right. Alternating. There’s a strange buzzing sensation floating over your nipples whenever he touches them…“To here. Even higher up to that- hah, pretty head of yours, the way s’lighting up.”

“Lighting up…?” Just to make sure, you spare a glance down at yourself. “Satoru, what are you talking abou- oh.”

But then he’s hittin’ his fingertips damn near your g-spot, and it feels good enough to bring tears to your eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, your entire body’s on fire because of how good you feel. And I haven’t even gotten to it yet.” 

“My g-spot?” You babble.

He’s nodding like a drunken man. “She’s been waiting for me- pulsing, y’know?” Gojo trundles out through his husky breaths, “Throbbing. Needing. Just aching for my attention.”

“Th-this really can’t be your first time…” You mumble weakly, barely audible enough.

“And guess what?” He breathes- octaves away from normal.

“What—?”

Gojo was staring at you with wide, almost-bulging eyes. His gaze was glazed over and yet- still so frenzied, enough so that you swear the irises surrounding his pupils were glowing—“I can see where she is.”

With that said, you’re feeling the hardest- sloppiest thrust of his fingers yet. 

A direct hit onto that cute heart-shaped button of your g-spot. Gojo doesn’t need to move his fingers ‘round to feel for where that particularly soft area was—he knew where it was instantly. And the most crazed smile splashes across his face, twisting his lips, as he’s watching you shatter underneath him. He knows when you’re reaching your high before you yourself do.

“You’re cumming for me…” He inhales hollowly. 

Eyes widening, “I am?” It’s suddenly hitting you then: that spread of warmth from the pit of your stomach, up your spine, n’ fogging up your mind. Your pussy was just battering away at a staccato- your legs were thrashing where Gojo pinned them down with his upper half. “I am.”

Gojo merely crushes his face deeper and fucks you through the best orgasm you’ve had in your entire life. Fingers nothing but a blur. Nose nuzzlin’ deeper. “I would never lie to you, Madam.”

“Fuck…”

Tongue dipping straight into your slippery hole, then alternating between rolling over your clit. Wave after wave.

The bliss is almost too much to bear - it washes over your body, setting your limbs alight with the electricity of your orgasm. That dopamine. Those white stars. And Gojo’s pressing on your g-spot accurately upon every single peak, such dogged need. “Oh, and I can s-see it—” 

“Satoru-” You’re keening out. Your hands reach up to muss up Gojo’s ivory strands, grabbing and lavishing his mouth across your clit. He’s sucking it inside and hollowing his cheeks out—“Th-that wasn’t anything my cursed technique did. This was all you, baby.”

“Oh…”

And with that awed expression upon his attractive features, he’s finishing up with the last few dredges of your orgasm. Letting the bliss course through you - Gojo then unlatches himself from your sensitive cunt with a loud pop! The last thrust of his fingers ends off with the faintest flicker of blue lightning…

You both catch it and gasp-

Gojo’s meeting your eyes with his frenzied ones. It’s then that you’re getting a good look- a proper one.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes were always such a beautiful blue. But now…they had a wreath of so many different shades - sky-blue, cobalt-blue, denim-blue, indigo, some almost as pale as white - playing within them that it looked like jewels. Like something out-of-this-world. It glowed with power.

And he doesn’t need to read your mind to know—

“Six Eyes.” Gojo breathes, “It’s finally awakened.”

“Oh my god-” You’re immediately attempting to surge up - and Gojo firmly presses you back down on the tatami. As if he already knew what you were going to say. “Satoru, we need to inform someone—we need to send summons to your Estate elders immediately-”

“Maybe.” He cocks his head with something akin to a pout.

And you’re staring up at him in disbelief, “Don’t you want to prove them wrong? Don’t you want to take your rightful mantle as head?”

“Maybe…” Gojo murmurs once more, and his brows knot in the middle. “But more than that- there’s something else I want to do first.”

His first time, that is.

Before you know it, Gojo hovers his body upwards- then he’s tugging open your robes. He’s leaving you half-bare. And then moving onto his, Gojo stares you straight down as he damn-near tears through the four attached straps of his hakama, the belt, the pieces tucked. Harsh. Almost violent. 

It makes your cunt quiver just for a moment—and Gojo’s letting his jaw drop as though he could feel the fucking thing.

As though he’s listening to it. Worshipping it. He then manages to free his red, ravaged cock - glistening at the top with so much slick, and then turning into a peachy pink towards his base. Girthy tip, even girthier middle. His shaft was looooong and oh-so-proudly decorated in numerous zig-zagging veins, disappearing into the tufts of curly white at his hilt. He’s so damn hard that he twitches in the air a few seconds after release. 

Almost immediately afterwards, Gojo’s tall frame collapses on top of yours. Body wracking with shivers. 

Gently folding both your legs over his shoulders; they trembled with the aftermath of your previous high, and a wicked smile plays upon his lips as he bends and bends you until the top of your knees hit your chest. 

He gazes down at you through the gaps in his ivory hair, “May I fuck you using my powers, Madam?”

Your mouth parts.

Gojo had flushed cheeks. Damp skin. His eyes faintly a-glow- and the most primal glimmer flickering within them.

Bolts of lightning dart from the edges of his peripherals and crackle in the sensual air between you two. The newest user of the Six Eyes in the Gojo clan. You’re wrapping both arms around Gojo’s clammy neck and pulling him to you - instantly, a whiff of jasmine hits you. “Please do, future head of the Gojo clan.”

He shivers.

And then he’s entering.

Just the large, globular tip of him—the very edge of it that feels almost scorching against your entrance. He doesn’t even need to sink all the way inside to stretch your hole ‘round himself, gluing his slit to the channel of your cunt - those walls that seem to just gulp him up. It’s heavenly enough that Gojo’s letting his head duck into the crook of your neck, mouth opening up in turgid gasps. “Oh- I’m fucking my Madam.” One jerky thrust. “My wife.”

“Sh-shit…” Your teeth clench. Your toes curl. And your pussy’s clenching around him like a vice. The stretch of him…it was like nothing you’ve felt before. 

“Feels good?” Gojo asks, through strikes. His swollen shaft drags in n’ out at a dizzying rate, and with those Six Eyes of his - you knew when they were about to activate down at you, because the fizzes of lightning would grow more concentrated - he’s managing to point out your g-spot instantly.

Directly mazin’ between your fluttering wall. Pushing his rounded tip against that bundle of nerves- still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that even the merest brush sets your body alight…

Gojo reels his hips back n’ starts fucking you in quick, thorough thrusts that echo out into the room as plap! after plap! He’s cementing his toned v-line to the front of your pelvis, and letting out drunken giggles at the way your g-spot quivers for more after every whack—these damn Six Eyes really did manifest at the perfect time.

In no time, you’re feeling your walls turn to a gummy mess- ruined by his cock. Moaning out, “Go even deeper, husband-”

“O-oh.” His hips stutter mid-thrust. Not even bottoming out yet. “Ohhhh, don’t just say that-”

“Why not?” Fluttering your lashes up at him innocently. 

Gojo then trembles- he clamps his jaw shut as though he didn’t know how to respond…or didn’t trust himself to. His knees hike up the tatami floors as though attempting to burrow himself even deeper—and then back n’ forth again as if conflicted. Conflicted. Gojo grazes his pearly whites down the side of your throat and murmurs, “Because c-call me that again n’ m’gonna cum…”

Just a few thrusts.

Not even bottomed-out.

An he was going to fucking cum- just because you called him that?

Your interest piques. “Maybe I want you to-” Angling your head so that his hair tickles your face, and your lips graze his ear lobe. “-husband.”

“Ohhh, I beg for mercy, Madam.” And he genuinely sounded serious.

“Husband?”

But it was too late- Gojo sprints his right hand down to clasp his hilt. But it was too late. 

No matter how tightly he’s squeezing right there - where he was suddenly bulging even thicker at the thought of going inside you - Gojo’s ruddied tip leaks out a singular drop of ivory sap. And then another. And then another. 

Until soon enough, he was coverin’ the entire front of your cunt. Eyelids shuttering. Throat cracking.

Gojo’s dipping his head down and watching as the mushroomy tip of his shaft almost explodes in a downpour of his cum- so much of it stored up. The warm wetness trickles over your pussylips like a glaze and ends up getting smeared by his blushin’ cockhead, stirring it around with the hand at his base. “Sh-shit.” Gojos takes his lower lip between his teeth, in an effort to keep the whimpers out of his voice. “Shit, I can’t believe you made me- ngh, cum before you. What did I tell you?”

“And I said I wanted it, didn’t I?” You’re grinning.

“And I can never deny my Madam- ngh.” The prettiest noise at the back of his throat- he’s breathing it into you as you two kiss. Once you’re breaking apart, Gojo’s finding himself bucking short, stunted semi-thrusts without his hazy mind having even realized it—“B-but about this mess…can I fuck it inside?”

“Hm? I don’t feel a mess.” It’s true - you felt the initial splosh! of his creamy white cum leaking out. But after that you didn’t feel it streak or dribble.

You’re both looking down and finding- “What’s…” That the large majority of his sap had accumulated around his fat tip, and though it was deliciously thick—there seemed to be another barrier that kept the cum from leaking. An invisible forcefield. 

Gojo’s breath catches once he realizes, “Infinity.”

“What?”

 But without answering, he’s merely swervin’ around the crowned head of his cock and watching as the glistening cum moves ‘round it. Doesn’t exactly touch it. “Infinity.” All the air seems to escape his lungs- and electrify around you two. Gojo looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I can manipulate Infinity- I have Limitless.” Blue lightning scatters across his skin.

“Both? Both—?” Awe pumps through every atom of your being. It was impossible not to recite just what you’d learned in your jujutsu lessons years ago: “There hasn’t been a Six Eyes and Limitless user in the last 400 years.”

“I know.” He probably knew more than anyone else. And his lips twitch at the edges- he presses his sweaty forehead to yours. “I know.”

“Satoru, you’re probably one of the strongest sorcerers of two- maybe even the strongest.” Tone picking up in pitch and volume- and frenzy. The ends of your sentence wavered just a little bit at the fresh intrusion of his cocktip, twitching and glazed in cum—and something far more powerful. A layer of Infinity that pushed your sodden walls apart even further. “A-and you’re using it to fuck me—?!”

Another rugged thrust. “What else would I use it for?”

But of course, the suggestion of anything other than feelin’ your sweet, sweet pussy wrapped around him felt almost like blasphemy. 

Gojo’s snowy brows furrow at the sudden rush of power- and it takes a little getting used to the ebb and flow of cursed energy, the urge to bend and mold space at his will. But right now he had more important things on his mind. And no matter how much his mind raced—it halted for one thing. One idea.

And the most crazed - almost bemused - grin breaks across his face. 

Crooked and slightly off-kilter; he’s focusing all his energy on lacquering that long, looong cock of his with a shatter-proof layer of Infinity. Almost like a…“Condom.” Gojo utters without meaning to. 

The half-shocked half-aroused look on your face is enough to make him continue.

“Like a c-condom.” The girth of his tip starts pressing in once more—this time with the added, minute measurement of his Infinity layer. And if you thought that he was big before, then now…and with the added fuzziness of cursed energy? The slight buzzing vibrations that penetrated your inner walls? You’re being driven absolutely insane—

And he’s just fuckin’ to fit inside.

“It feels s-soooo—ngh.” Your voice cracks almost pathetically. “Big.”

“Just big?” Gojo shovels in just a few more inches- almost like it’s never-ending. 

Your toes curl. “Long.” You babble. Wringing your moans into the column of his throat - Gojo’s immediately turning his head and capturing your lips with his. “And so- ngh, veiny.”

“Oh? You can still feel them past Infinity?” He asks.

“Y-yes?” As if you could ever not feel those prominent lines imprinted onto his shaft. They formulated the most lecherous patterns that seemed designed to massage your sweetest spots specifically. Just rubbin’ and rubbin’ and making explosions of pleasure burst behind your eyelids—“I can feel e-each and every one-”

“Count them.”

Your eyes flutter open, “What?”

Another few more vicious thrusts- pointed. “Count them.”

Then Gojo’s pressing a chaste peck onto your cute cervix- loving. Pressing a heart-shaped indentation with his cockhead, it squishes ever-so-slightly against the very back of your cunt—and Gojo glides his shaft exhaustively back and forth. Making sure you’re split open on every single vein and indent, and even stimulated by the soft hairs at his base that tickle the top of your folds.

Perhaps The Strongest trills, “I’m waiting~”

“Oh- please.” You’re suddenly brought out of your cockdrunken reverie. Spending every remaining speck of sense in you to count- “There’s a really big one down the middle and…ngh…” Though with the added layer of Infinity coating him, you’re thrown into a frenzy attempting to accurately feel for how many veins decorated his thick shaft. “And then one more- two—?”

Lovingly, he kisses your lips…“Incorrect.”

Your jaw drops.

“Try again.” Gojo smiles sweetly.

And then you’re being fucked even harder- even deeper into the tatami floors until you’re sure the grounds of your Estate would be tattooed against your back. The mats lift and creak as he pummels a few more repeated- thud-thud-thuds against those velvety orifices. “Three-” You manage to gasp. “No- five.”

“Hmmm, wrong again.” Almost with a pout- the fucking nerve of him to pout.

And then he’s holding you to him as he funnels you even harder. The scruff of his happy trail dragging down your clit. 

With a huff, you have nothing else to do but hold onto his sweaty, thrashing body for dear life. And with a monumental effort; you’re pushing your thighs ever-so-slightly together and clenching—as hard as you could, you’re suctionin’ off his pistoning cock. Milking him.

Gojo’s brows immediately furrow, and a crack appears in his irresistible grin. He’s letting out what almost sounds like a whimper- before nipping at the sensitive skin on your throat. “Oh…”

“Is it- hck! I think I got it…” You’re uttering. Everything about the way he was fucking you now was just messy and sloppy- from the way his clammy skin stuck to yours, to the way his precum was now drivelling through the layers of his Infinity, to the thump! of veins brushing against where you needed him the most. “It’s six- fuuuuck—”

He’s staring at you with dazed, tear-filled eyes. Unresponsive.

“It’s six, isn’t it?” You ask. Squeezing your heaven-like walls around him once more just to make sure- hard. “It’s six- fuuuuck, can feel six of you just massaging me inside.”

Breathing ragged. Brain ruined.

Gojo stows in his silence as his hips keep rammin’ away into you - he doesn’t need to think about it. He just can’t stop.

You’re running a hand across your stomach, feeling for where he was exerting the most pressure inside your goopy cunt. Shapin’ you to him from the inside out. “A-all the way—here- oh.”

“Correct.”

Rudely, Gojo smacks your hand away and replaces it with his, instead. 

Lightning sticks to his fingertips like a second skin, just the most miniscule display of it. And yet, not in the least less powerful. You already know that Gojo’s using his Six Eyes before he starts to speak, “Here. Your walls. Your g-spot. Your womb—they love my cock s’much. All six veins, and all nine inches. Feel that twitchin’ there?”

Stupidly, you’re nodding.

“That’s your pussy begging for more-” Slapping his hips to yours with such aggressive thrusts- each one felt incredible. Each one was hitting eeeevery single spot he needed to and more. Curvin’ the luscious tip of his shaft against your drippin’ wet cervix, “That’s your pussy begging for it- even harder Faster.”

“P-please—” You’re keening. Hands racing up to claw at his bulging biceps.

“Again and again-” Without a single warning, Gojo reaches his free hand down and slaps! your neglected clit. The buzzing cursed energy there makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “She’s begging to be filled up by me. To feel the seed of the Gojo heir dripping out of her…” Lovingly, he caresses your clit. “She aches until she can keep feeling me between those pretty legs as she walks.”

Another spank.

“She’s obsessed with the strongest, isn’t she?” Whatever quivering, twitching sensations that he can sense with those heightened powers of his—it makes him croon. “You make me so- hah, honest. Good thing m’obsessed with her, too.”

“Enough- I need you to do it.” You sob. “Do it, Satoru- ngh, I want you to cum inside me.”

“I would, it’s just that…” He trails off- just the faintest bit of rationality in his face. “I don’t know how m’gonna take this damn infinity off, sweetheart.” It’s just then that you remember his little ‘condom’ experiment. “Can you try squeezing?”

“Squeezing?” Gawking. But you do.

Just like before, you’re clenching your soaked walls- and it makes the powerful sorcerer buck. Even though he closes his eyes, you can discern his peripherals moving haphazardly behind them—affected. And Gojo pummels out a few more vicious battering rams before he gasps out. “Again.” Head falling into the crook of your neck. “Again- harder.”

And so you do. “L-like this?”

“Harder.”

Practically keeping his cock hostage.

Just one - one - stuttered probe of his ravaged length thereafter- and he’s entirely shattering. Not just in terms of the Infinity that scatters into nothingness—but because the faintest sensation of your tender walls, and he whispers. “I-I think m’gonna…”

“Shut up and cum inside me.” You retort.

And with a single thrust- Gojo dribbles out hot, white cum for the second time tonight. Hard. Powerful.

The minute his splatterin’ cum breaks through his Infinity to end up stirred inside your walls—an emission of powerful cursed energy emanates from his body. It singes his skin. It makes the air tense between you two. 

The sudden spike in pressure makes the lightbulb above you shatter-

Only to rain down on the two of you, getting safely discarded by the forcefield of Infinity that Gojo had mindlessly cast as it began falling. And after every single plunge into your gooey, hot depths - scattered bursts of lightning bolt from Gojo’s eyes; eventually skittering around his body and making antiques around the two of you crack the further he crescendos into his euphoria.

Just like before, he was losing it. Except, this time, it’s ending up seeped at the very back of your pussy.

Glistening down your walls and ended up plastered to your cervix.

Using his Six Eyes, he’s managing to fuck every single webbed wad until they’re reaching deeeeeeply at the very back. The very back. Until not a single ounce was left leaking between your legs, and he could see every droplet of it puddled right at your womb- Gojo would rather die than waste a single drop. 

And through it all as he fucks you, you’re crashing into your nth high- one after the other. More than just your second.

You dig your nails into Gojo’s muscular shoulders and moan out his name. “Satoru- Sa—” Kissing him deeply. Soft echoes of it still crackle at the back of your throat as he keeps pushing you through peak after peak, wave after wave. “Oh, it feels so- ngh, keep going. It feels so good.” One after the other.

“I can…tell…” So dazed that it was getting hard to speak even. Gojo was overstimulated and working his body to the bone.

The Gojo heir finally opens his eyes again- and you’re feeling a carnal jolt go through you as you’re taking in just how much power whirled beneath them.

Ravenous.

Raging.

His Limitless and his Six Eyes seemed to be battling one another for predominance. Both of them were winning - which just meant that every spark of pleasure he felt was another lightbulb cracked, or a handprint seared into tatami flooring, or a piece of furniture hovering.

So overstimulated. 

“I-I need to think of…” Gojo’s eyebrows knit together, and he keeps his gaze downturned to where the two of you were connected. A sheen of sap spread between your inner-thighs, and you’re tugging him even closer. “Need to think of a way-”

“A way to do what, Toru?” You’re asking, after he trails off.

“A way to do…” Those hands twiddlin’ with your clit then form a complex array of signals; not quite practise, but more so just going with intuition. His cursed energy must have a lot to say to him after being cooped up in there for so long. “-this. Unlimited Void.”

There’s a mantra- then a flash.

Then you’re feeling space and time itself bend between your legs. Between your legs. It was like the twisting of air around you, the strange feeling of a vacuum running through your entire body. 

And the lights of your entire Estate seem to be shutting down; before you blink through the darkness and make out the shape of Gojo staring lovingly down at your stuffed cunt. The way it bloated around his girth. The loads of cum that kept on trickling out. Your pussy that had a…strange tingling surrounding it that had nothing to do with your own cursed energy-

“Unlimited Void.” Gojo helpfully explains, “That way, I can cum inside your pussy forever.”

“Forever.” You breathe out. “Oh.”

Nuzzling you, “Such a complex mantra. I could only do it because of you.” He highly suspects that it was your honesty technique that helped him face his powers, after all. 

You’re unsure how long it takes - but Gojo’s then buckin’ the two of you through another one of his orgasms. Then another one. Then another one- he twists his arm behind his neck and keeps your ankles interlocked, manhandling you backwards whenever he needed to. 

Whenever he felt like movin’ you instead of his fatigued body. 

Again and again.

He just can’t seem to fill you to the brim now. Squelching between every stuffed thrust. 

Cock rock-hard still and doused with so many layers of his own cum. It was just the messiest experience to be stuffing you full like so - no Infinity would’ve been able to hold this back.

Eventually Gojo’s limbs were heavy, his hamstrings aching, his bangs sticking to his forehead. Knees pushing up against the floor in an attempt to clamor upwards—though he just kept sloppily dropping and falling and fucking you as best he could. He was practically collapsing his large body on top of yours n’ merely rutting his cock sloppy in and out - not even proper thrusts. In and out. “Ngh- feels like you’re going to cum again.” He eventually utters.

Your eyes damn-near bulge out of your head. “I can’t possibly-”

But a twist of his cursed energy-covered fingers on your clit, and you’re feeling your next orgasm soar through you. Flashing fast. 

“Oh…Satoru.” As he’s churning your insides through another one- you feel a sudden splat! of something wet hitting your shoulder. Eyes snapping open.

That’s when you see that the oh-so-enigmatic Gojo Satoru was crying from overstimulation.

And you didn’t need his Six Eyes to see that he was cumming again- only, this time, he was cumming blanks.

Pretty face scrunched up.

Cheeks glistening with tears. Chin wrinkled. 

Choking out sobs at the back of his throat. 

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and he’s gagging out a few thick sobs as translucent sap empties out from the end of his cock. His heavy balls having had enough—Gojo’s body was practically forcing himself to stop…but he couldn’t.

No matter how much he was cumming, it still wouldn’t be enough to fill up the Unlimited Void he’d casted on your fucking pussy.

And after a few more ruinous strokes, Gojo’s lurching his head up. 

By now, you could reach that look in his eyes. “What?” You ask suspiciously.

“I read this- hah, don’t squeeze me like that I’ll…” Too late, he was pumping out a few more drivelling wads before continuing. “I read this extract in a textbook about Limitless once- that some users have the- ngh, ability to bend space and make a sort of…clone of themselves. Multiple.”

Your jaw drops. “C-clones…” Your cunt already quivered with excitement- letting out a lecherous sound of cum sprayin’ out.

He could read those feelings in you instantly- and he nods. You always did make him so honest. 

“How about it, Madam?”

.

.

.

The elders already knew that a new user of Limitless and the Six Eyes had manifested. 

Because at that very moment, the world had shook. 

It had been impossible for anyone but the two lovers to ignore. And perhaps it was already time when that lone silhouette had stalked all the way to the Gojo Estate: shoulders tense and his blade glinting in his hand. They could say that Gojo Satoru hadn’t been born with cursed energy, but no one could say that he hadn’t clawed himself a reason to live. 

Something to live for - someone. 

And now, the cruelty of those that had come before was redundant. 

That night - after leaving you wiped-down and tucked-in - Gojo had donned his robes and stepped outside into your sprawling gardens, still sore. There, he’d experimented with the rumored teleportation that Limitless users were said to have—and perhaps it really was true what you’d said.

Maybe he really was The Strongest.

Because in no time, Gojo was trained enough to teleport to the Gojo Estate had thought he’d never come back to. Certainly not to finish the job.

With his silver blade, decorated with the silver emblem of the Gojo family, he made those sleek floors run red. Between trees, he was a shadow. He stained the gardens with the foxgloves and the trees he’d always loved - he supposed that no butterflies would be visiting these gardens ever again. 

At least he wouldn’t be.

And as Gojo cut down the last one of those elders, he memorized the look on his face. Nothing of the pity and hatred he’d seen all throughout his life—they all wore the same expression now.

Shock. Fear. Knowing - so this was the power of The Strongest.

Some were happy to merely witness it before they died. What an honor it was, to die by his hands.

Gojo wondered whether it scared them more that he’d found his powers, or that he’d come to hone them. Whichever it had been, he hoped they knew now - he was always someone strong. 

He was always strong. The last swing of his blade.

Everyone was gone now - his relatives, his elders, his tutors. It was just the outsiders to the Gojo clan that he commanded to run—Ijichi himself had likely taken up quarters at your Estate, and he was determined that no harm should come to the innocent. 

But did that make him just as cruel? 

He cares not.

Overnight, Gojo Satoru became the head of the Gojo clan, he became a myth: The Strongest. Said to be talked about for centuries to come.

But that was for later.

Gojo steps back on the edge of the portico overlooking the gardens - a sunrise before the Sun could make an appearance. Then he focuses his newfound cursed energy and prepares to teleport right to your side, he couldn’t bear the thought of you waking up alone—everything else could be thought of later.

Right now he had a wedding to plan.

A/N. Honestly could write a whole series of this…

Beomgyu is a good, sweet puppy.

Most of the time, at least.

Ever since the day you brought him home from the shelter he’s been completely glued to you.

Always curled into your side, draped across you somehow, finding his way into your space like he belongs there.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come home from work only to find him already asleep in your bed, tangled in your blankets and drooling onto your pillow as if it were his own.

Waking him up is always the same.

A sleepy blink, a soft whine, and then suddenly he’s clinging to you, arms wrapped tight as he buries his face into your shoulder, mumbling about how much he missed you soooo much.

You’d think you’d been gone for weeks with how he acts when you come home. And without fail, it never takes long before he starts pressing little, careless licks along your neck.

When you lightly tug at his hair to pull him away, he resorts to your cheek instead. Completely ignoring your words.

“Gyu, no licking.”

You say it every time. You mean it every time.

But he just can’t help it! It’s just how he shows affection, any other puppy hybrid would do it.

Still, there are moments where his tongue lingers a second too long in the wrong place, and you feel your face warm before you can stop it.

A reaction you’re quick to shut down, brushing him off before he can notice and ask questions he wouldn’t even understand.

You know it’s probably wrong for your body to react this way, but every time you simply tell yourself, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” and you leave it at that.

Never bothering to read further into it.

Of course, Beomgyu doesn’t know why you pull away.

To him, it’s simple. He loves you, and this is just how he shows it.

The licking isn’t even the worst of it.

He bites too.

Not enough to hurt or break skin, just enough to get your attention.

Teeth pressing into your arm or leg when you’re not giving him the attention he so desperately wants.

He just wants you to look at him, to touch him, to focus on him, anything at all as long as he gets your attention.

Even when he’s just bored, your hands are usually the first thing he reaches for. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingers like they’re just another one of his toys.

Which, to be fair, he goes through quickly.

You’re pretty sure you’ve replaced at least three this month alone.

It’s cute, sure.

Endearing, even.

But that doesn’t stop it from being a little embarrassing when your coworkers catch sight of the faint teeth marks scattered across your hands, raising their brows and asking if you got attacked by something.

You always laugh it off. Awkwardly smiling while trying your best to explain that your puppy just has a bit of a biting problem.

—

By the time evening settles in, everything is quiet.

You’ve been home for a few hours now, the weight of the day finally starting to melt off your shoulders. Your apartment is warm and dimly lit as the TV hums softly. The first thing you deemed interesting enough to watch playing in the background.

Beomgyu is curled up beside you. Head in your lap, body angled toward you, as close as he can get without sitting on top of you.

The same as almost all your evenings go.

You’ve been running your fingers through his hair for a while now. slow, absent strokes that match the rhythm of the quiet room. His eyes are half-lidded and relaxed, completely content like this is all he needs.

After a while your hand slowly comes to a still, resting on Beomgyu’s cheek as you brush your thumb up and down a few times before completely stopping.

You had only stopped for a moment, but that’s all it takes.

It’s subtle at first. The faint shift against your palm, the light pressure of his teeth as he starts to chew, slow and absentminded, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it.

You don’t even bother looking away from the TV.

“Gyu,” you murmur, voice soft. “Stop biting.”

“Not biting.” he mumbles back, muffled against your hand.

You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself.

He’s not even pretending to watch the show anymore. His entire focus is on your hand, brows slightly furrowed in quiet concentration like this is the most important thing he could be doing right now.

You shift your hand just enough to run your finger lightly over his teeth.

“Are you teething or something?” you tease.

“I’m not a baby.” he mumbles, a small pout pulling at his lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, scratching lightly behind his ear in apology. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you move again, sitting up just slightly.

He follows your movement immediately, sitting up as well as he watches you.

You lean forward, reaching for your drink on the coffee table, twisting the cap open as your attention drifts further away from the show playing on.

Just before you could bring the bottle to your lips, a sudden, sharp scream cuts through the room from the TV.

It startles you enough that your hand jerks, the bottle tipping just slightly. Before you can even register what happened, you can feel cold liquid all over your lap.

“Shit-”

You barely have time to react before Beomgyu already has.

By the time you even look down, he’s already leaning in, tongue brushing over your skin as he starts cleaning up the mess like it’s the most obvious solution to this problem.

And to him, it is.

He does this all the time.

Any spill or drop of anything, no matter how big or small, he’s always quick to take care of it before you even think to grab a towel.

So at first, you don’t think anything of it.

You just let him.

But he doesn’t stop at just the tops of your thighs, his tongue trailing up dangerously close to the place where you can feel a faint familiar heat start to make itself known.

And suddenly, you’re very aware of where he is.

Your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck before you can stop it, and this time you react quickly. Your hand coming down against his head to gently but firmly push him back.

“Gyu-”

He stops immediately.

Not because he understands, nor does he want to stop.

Just because you told him to.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and soft, head tilting slightly to the side in quiet confusion.

You avoid his gaze almost instantly, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.

“I can clean it,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

You hear a small, almost pitiful whine leave him.

His brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout as he looks back down at your lap, then up at you again, confused.

Because this doesn’t make sense.

You always let him do this.

So why not now?

Before you can even get up to get a towel or a change of clothes, Beomgyu’s tongue is right back on your thighs.

Like I said, he’s a good puppy most the time.

You gasp softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you again. His hand landing on your knee to pry your legs open, determined to clean you up.

He really was just trying to help you clean your mess!

Sure, he was being a bit of a brat about it, but he’s a brat about lots of things when he doesn’t get his way.

But the second he got your legs open enough for him to lick up the liquid that had fallen to the insides of your thighs, his breath hitched.

Beomgyu isn’t a complete stranger to pheromones. He remembers smelling them from a female hybrid whose crate was next to his for a few days back when he was in the shelter. But what he could smell coming from you completely flipped a switch in his brain.

Without even thinking, his face was suddenly pressed against your core, desperately sniffing trying to figure out why your scent is making him feel so, so dizzy. Intoxicated, even.

Your eyes went wide at his new found interest, hands flying to his head to try to push him away once again.

It takes a few tries, especially as he digs his hands into your legs to keep himself anchored in place. But eventually you manage the strength to move him away.

The words “bad puppy” leaving your mouth as you try your best to sound composed, earning you the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard leave Beomgyu’s mouth.

You’ve never seen him this way before, his eyes completely blown out and full of need, his tongue darting to keep in the drool that threatens to spill from his mouth, his hands squeezing into you as if you might disappear if he lets go.

You would almost feel bad for him if you weren’t so focused on keeping down the filthier-than-you’d-like-to-admit thoughts that were flooding your brain.

And maybe if it weren’t for said thoughts, you’d have noticed the way he was gently thrusting into nothing against his pants sooner.

The moment you did however, the prettiest little “please…” fell onto your ears. Full of nothing but need and desperation.

Your eyes move back up to Beomgyu’s face upon hearing his voice, his eyes all teary now and eyebrows furrowed.

His eyes move back and forth between your own as he doubles down.

“Please… ‘m sorry, I don’t wanna be bad… but it hurts so much…” he manages to get out between sniffles.

Small tears are slipping down his flushed cheeks now as you bring your thumb up to wipe them.

Your gaze softens as he leans into your hand, hiccuping small mumbles of apologies, ears low against his head.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. What’s hurting?” you coo at him, no longer putting in much effort to push away the lewd thoughts corrupting your mind.

“Hurts… down there…” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips continue their sloppy uneven movements.

You hum in response, not exactly sure what to do next.

Before you can begin figuring that out, Beomgyu softly pleads “Help please…” in the most pitiful voice.

He doesn’t seem to even fully understand what he’s asking for.

All he knows is that his head is spinning.

And that the ache in his boxers is so painful.

And that he wants you to fix it, whatever that may mean.

You pause for a moment, considering your options.

You could help him, or maybe you could try to teach him how to take care of it himself.

Either way, playing dumb or backing out was no longer in the equation for you. Especially not while your sweet puppy is begging for your help.

Your gaze drops down again as you think.

You watch as his body continues to react, hips rutting up at nothing even when he’s trying so hard to stay still for you.

Help

The word rings in your head once again.

That’s all this is.

And that’s what you continue to tell yourself as you slowly move your hands away from Beomgyu.

Legs spreading just slightly as he looks up at you with big, eager eyes.

His crying slows as he looks at you patiently, waiting for any kind of approval. You’d be proud of him for waiting if this were a normal night.

You’re not really sure what exactly he wants, but you’re also not stupid.

He’s obviously turned on and hard to the point where it’s hurting him.

You could pull his pants and boxers down and touch him.

Or you could just fuck him until he can’t think straight like your brain has been yelling at you to do since the moment he started licking at your thighs.

No, stop it. He’s crying and you’re thinking about fucking him, you perv.

So instead, you decide the best thing to do is to just stop stopping him.

Your thoughts are abruptly halted as you feel Beomgyu’s hand sliding up your legs, fingers stopping right at the edge of your shorts and tugging ever so slightly.

A soft whine slipping past his lips as he stares at your clothed core.

“Do you want me to take these off?” you ask softly, hooking your thumb into your waistband and watching for his reaction.

Beomgyu’s cheeks flush an even darker shade now. He nods quickly. Looking back up at you, ears perking up and tail slowly starting to wag.

You smile at him sweetly, still unsure of what exactly he’s gonna do to you.

Nonetheless, you find yourself sliding your shorts off and tossing them aside before you can think too much about what you’re doing.

Beomgyu wastes no time eagerly shifting closer to you. Hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly as if he’s trying to ground himself.

He still needs to be taught patience though, so you put a finger up and sternly tell him “wait.”

He pouts, but listens. Waiting patiently as his eyes flicker back and forth from your face to your panties.

The soft thud of his tail hitting the ground over and over slows a bit as you watch him.

You make him wait an agonizing 20 seconds before lowering your hand.

“Okay, good boy.”

He swears it felt more like 20 minutes, but he’ll do whatever you want right now. No matter how hard it is to sit still.

Beomgyu presses his nose up against your core again, a little more shy and hesitant at first.

That doesn’t last very long before he’s whining against you and pushing his face as close as he can get. The thin layer of fabric separating you making your scent so much stronger than it was earlier.

His head is spinning now. He has no clue what he’s doing or feeling, his body only moving on pure instinct.

You’re trying your best to not let small moans fall from your lips when Beomgyu begins licking right at your clit through your panties.

He’s a little rough and clumsy, not having the slightest clue what he’s doing.

But then again, he isn’t trying to give you head.

You almost feel slightly ashamed at how easily you’re reacting to his inexperienced tongue. But it’s been so long and he’s just so cute.

Beomgyu’s not picking up on your small noises at all.

How could he?

Poor baby is tunnel visioned onto your cunt.

Although, he does notice the way your scent increases the more he licks.

The thin veil of your panties separating him from you is driving him insane. He has half a mind to just pull them off, but he knows he’d probably get in trouble for that.

So instead, he uses all his strength to pull his face away from you. Leaning his head against your thigh and bringing his pretty fingers up to tug at the hem of your underwear.

He doesn’t need to say anything, the pleading look on his face accompanied by the small whimpers leaving his throat tell you everything you need to know.

For a second, you wonder if maybe this is going too far.

But the way he’s looking at you right now only solidifies that you already have gone too far.

You try your best to ignore your thoughts as you give him a nod of approval.

Beomgyu quickly pulls your panties down, only bothering to completely discard them from one leg. Leaving them to hang around your ankle before you kick them away.

His tail shoot’s up at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of him. His eyes might as well have giant cartoon hearts shooting out.

He hurriedly resumes his earlier position, tongue flat as it swipes across your entire core.

You let out a gasp, not able to contain yourself anymore. Feeling a little embarrassed when you notice Beomgyu’s ear perk up a bit at the noise.

The taste and smell of your slick against his tongue is unreal.

He thinks this must be what heaven is like.

He laps at the liquid slowly oozing out of you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

As cute as it is watching him be so entranced, your clit is feeling a bit neglected now. You know you’ll probably scold yourself for this later, but your hands are already tangling in his hair and pulling him up just enough for his tongue to land right back where you’re needing it.

Your head falls back as a moan leaves your lips.

Beomgyu looks up at you with sweet, curious eyes.

“Does it feel good?” he mumbles against your cunt.

You’ve been asked this exact question by various different men. But this is so much different. Those men knew what they were doing, and Beomgyu doesn’t have a clue.

It’s almost endearing, the way his tail starts to wag rapidly as you moan out “Mhmm, good boy. Keep- fuck- keep going”.

The moment he realizes this feels good for you too, you’re screwed.

He’s so very eager to please you.

He doesn’t understand what he’s doing, but he knows it’s making you happy and that he’s a good boy for doing it.

That’s all he needs to understand.

He’s a quick learner too. Mentally noting every little reaction or tug of his hair.

Soon enough, his clumsy and messy mouth is doing a lot more than just licking.

He’s sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue flat against it and shaking his head, lapping up the juices gushing from your hole.

When the tip of his tongue slides just barely inside of you, you let out a weak “Ah- Gyu-“.

He’s a bit confused, he thought you liked it better on your clit.

But he’s too far gone to think anything more of it before he’s shoving his entire tongue inside of you.

He stills for a moment, tongue prodding around inside of you.

He’s getting pretty good at this, but he’s still fairly clueless. So you take it upon yourself to start pushing and pulling his head back and forth until he quickly learns what to do.

His chin is wet and dripping as he fucks in and out of you with his tongue, tail thudding so loudly against the floor you’re a little worried he might hurt himself.

The slew of curses and moans leaving your mouth only spur him on.

All he wants is to be good for you, and for this to never end.

He pulls his tongue out of you and begins working on your clit once more.

You’re so dazed out you’re no longer even capable of worrying about what you’re doing. Instead, you’re worrying about how empty your hole feels.

You grab one of his hands that are still anchored onto your thighs, bringing his middle and ring finger into your mouth for a moment before pushing them inside of yourself.

Your eyes roll back as you hold onto his wrist and push his fingers in and out.

Poor puppy is so confused :(

His jaw is getting sore and he doesn’t understand why you’re fucking yourself with his fingers when he thought you liked his tongue.

But he won’t complain. Not when you’re mindlessly babbling on about how good he’s doing and how he’s such a good boy.

Your hand starts to slow and loosen its grip on his wrist now, getting a little tired. He’s quick to pick up on it and begin moving his fingers on his own.

He notices the way your breath catches when his fingers hit a spongy spot inside you, fastening his pace and curling his fingers to hit it over and over.

It’s almost scary how quickly he’s getting the hang of this. You’re so close to finishing all you can do is throw your head back and weakly moan out “Gyuuu”

Within seconds you’re coming undone all over his fingers.

And yeah, he could feel the way you tightened around him and how your legs begin to shake a little, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t ever want to stop.

If you let him do this until his jaw and fingers physically couldn’t move anymore, he would do it in a heartbeat.

The overstimulation is beginning to be too much as his pace never falters.

You try to push his head away and gather the strength to mumble out “Gyu wait- ah- slow down-“.

But your words fall on deaf ears.

You all but shove him away as he finally lets go.

He looks up at you with a pout on his swollen and wet lips.

You smile softly at him.

“I’m sorry baby, it’s sensitive.” you say, ruffling his hair a bit as you catch your breath.

He continues his pout, but nods and stays put.

You take a moment and allow your eyes to run over his appearance.

His hair is a mess and his chin and cheeks are completely soaked.

Your eyes run down his body and land on his lap, where a large dark spot sits.

He must’ve came while he was eating you out.

He shyly looks away from you, noticing your gaze and moving his hand to cover his crotch.

You were so dazed out you didn’t even pick up on the way one of his hands left your thigh and began rubbing himself through his pants.

Or the way he whined and moaned against your cunt.

“Does it feel better puppy?” you say using your foot to move away his hand.

Beomgyu’s eyes sheepishly meet yours again as he nods.

“Yeah but," he frowns, "it’s all sticky now.”

You can’t help but smile a little at his words.

Maybe your sweet puppy’s silly licking habits have some good uses.

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the kitchen went completely silent.

you blinked. megumi froze mid-pour, water spilling slightly over the rim of the glass.

yuji wanted to die. he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean— you don’t have to! it’s just… i keep thinking about it. the two of you together. it makes me feel… really warm. and kind of crazy. in a good way.”

he looked between you and megumi, eyes wide and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears. “i know it’s weird,” he added quickly, voice getting smaller. “but i can’t stop thinking about it. you both mean so much to me… and the idea of you two kissing… it doesn’t feel wrong to me. it feels… right.”

he stared at the floor, heart pounding, terrified he’d just ruined everything. you and megumi exchanged a long look. yuji swallowed.

“…sorry,” he mumbled. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”

the silence that followed was deafening. yuji wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. his face was burning, ears bright red as he stared intensely at the kitchen floor. you and megumi were both staring at him.

megumi’s expression was unreadable at first but then his eyes widened just slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck.

you were the first to speak. “…you want us to kiss?” you asked softly.

yuji nodded quickly, too embarrassed to look at either of you. “i know it sounds crazy. but i keep thinking about it. the two of you… together. it doesn’t make me jealous. it makes me feel… warm. really warm. like my chest is going to explode in a good way.”

he finally dared to glance up. megumi was looking at him now, dark eyes steady but clearly processing. you stepped closer and gently took yuji’s hand.

“babe,” you said carefully, “are you sure that’s what you want? you’re not just saying it because you think it’ll make us happy?”

yuji shook his head. “no. i mean— yes, I want you both to be happy. but… i really do want to see it. i’ve been dreaming about it. not just innocent stuff either.”

the last part came out as a mumble. megumi’s eyebrows shot up.

you bit your lip, clearly thinking. then you looked over at megumi, a small, curious smile forming on your face. “what do you think, megumi?”

megumi stayed quiet for a long moment. finally, he set the glass down and exhaled through his nose. “…i wouldn’t mind,” he said quietly, almost too casually. but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him.

yuji’s heart skipped several beats.

you turned back to yuji, still holding his hand. “if we do this… you’re okay with it? no weird feelings afterwards?”

yuji nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “i promise. i just… i want to watch. at least once.”

the air in the kitchen felt heavier now, warmer. you glanced at megumi again, then back at your boyfriend. slowly, you stepped toward megumi, who straightened up, looking slightly tense but not unwilling.

you placed a hand on megumi’s chest and leaned in. megumi hesitated for half a second before tilting his head down. then your lips met softly.

it was gentle at first—careful, almost testing. but then megumi’s hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened just a little. you made a quiet sound against his mouth that sent electricity shooting down yuji’s spine.

yuji couldn’t look away. his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering wildly as he watched his girlfriend kiss his best friend right in front of him.

when you finally pulled back, both you and Megumi were slightly flushed. you turned to look at yuji, his eyes sparkling. “…how was that?” you asked softly.

yuji stared at the two of you, lips parted, face burning crimson. he could only manage one breathless word: “…again.”

the kitchen fell quiet for a moment once more. you and megumi both froze, eyes meeting each other in a brief pause. a silent question passed between you. megumi’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, but he didn’t move, waiting. your heart hammered in your chest as you searched his face.

then, slowly, megumi leaned in again.

you met him halfway.

this time the kiss was deeper, with more hunger, like he had been holding back for too long. his fingers pressed into your waist as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue against yours with surprising boldness. a soft, surprised sound left your throat, which only seemed to encourage him.

he kissed you like he was starving.

his other hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulled you closer. the kiss grew hotter, wetter. megumi made a quiet noise against your mouth, almost a groan, as he sucked gently on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back in.

yuji’s breath hitched loudly. he couldn’t look away. his face was burning as he watched his best friend kiss you like he wanted to devour you—slow, deep, and getting greedier with every second.

megumi pressed you back against the counter, his body flush against yours. one of his hands slid down to grip your hip, pulling you tighter as the kiss turned messy, completely lost in it now while yuji was breathing hard, eyes wide.

his cock strained painfully against his sweatpants, throbbing with every wet sound of your lips moving together. he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.

he wished megumi would push you harder against the counter. he wished he’d slide his hand under your shirt and grope your tits the way yuji had imagined so many times. he wanted to see megumi bite your neck, suck marks into your skin, shove his thigh between your legs and grind against you until you were whimpering and soaked.

the thought made yuji’s mouth go dry. he imagined megumi dropping to his knees right there in the kitchen, pulling your shorts down and burying his face between your thighs while you moaned into yuji’s mouth. he wanted to watch his best friend make you cum, fingers deep inside you, tongue licking greedily at your clit.

“fuck…” yuji whispered under his breath, barely audible. his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching cock, trying to ease some of the pressure as he watched megumi kiss you deeper, hungrier.

he loved this. loved seeing you like this—flushed, wanted, desired. especially by megumi. his two favorite people.

when megumi finally pulled back for air, his lips were red and swollen and his breathing uneven. he stared at your mouth like he wanted to kiss you again immediately.

“megumi…” you whispered, dazed.

he didn’t answer with words. instead he leaned in and kissed you once more, slower this time but no less intense, like he was savoring the taste of you. his hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other gently held your face.

when megumi pulled away again, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “…that was—” he began but couldn’t finish. you let out a soft, breathless laugh.

yuji could barely speak. all he managed was a weak, awed whisper: “holy shit…” his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy and his cock was aching, pressing painfully against his sweatpants.

“megumi…” yuji’s voice came out rough. “don’t stop.” both you and megumi turned to look at him. “touch her more. please. i want to see you touch her. like… between her legs. i keep thinking about it. i want to see you make her cum.”

both you and megumi froze for a second. but megumi hesitated only for a moment before his gaze darkened. without a word, he looked back at you, silently asking for permission. when you gave a small, breathless nod, he didn’t waste time.

he brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, coating them with saliva while keeping his eyes on you. then his hand slid down your stomach and pushed boldly into your shorts and panties. his long, slick fingers found your soaked folds and rubbed over your clit before pressing two fingers inside you.

you gasped, immediately clinging to his shoulders. megumi leaned in and kissed you again, swallowing every sound as his fingers began moving—slow at first, then deeper, curling just right inside your tight heat.

“mmh—!” you moaned into his mouth, panting against his lips as he fingered you right there in the kitchen. the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filled the small space.

yuji let out a needy groan at the sight. his hand shoved into his sweatpants, wrapping around his aching cock as he started stroking himself. his eyes were glued between your legs, watching the silhouette of megumi’s fingers disappear inside you again and again.

“fuck… that’s so hot,” yuji whispered. he pumped his cock faster, breathing heavily as he watched you whimper and squirm against megumi. “megumi… curl your fingers more. she likes it when you hit that spot.”

megumi obeyed without question, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you like he’d already done it a million times. you cried out into his mouth, thighs trembling as you clenched hard around his fingers.

yuji’s hand moved quicker on his own cock, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he watched his best friend finger his girlfriend right in front of him.

“good girl…” yuji murmured breathlessly, completely lost in the scene. “let him make you cum, baby. i want to see it so bad.”

you cried out into megumi’s mouth, thighs shaking violently as his fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. the pressure built fast and overwhelming until you finally snapped.

“megumi—!” you moaned loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. your hips jerked against his hand, pussy pulsing and gushing around his long digits while he kept stroking you through it, drawing out every last wave.

the moment your orgasm started to fade, megumi pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. before you could even catch your breath, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.

he yanked your shorts and panties down to your ankles. you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you, hot and eager. his tongue dragged slowly up your soaked folds before latching onto your sensitive clit.

“ah—! megumi— too much!” you whimpered, legs trembling as you gripped the counter for support.

but he didn’t stop. he sucked gently on your clit, then flicked his tongue rapidly over it, groaning against your pussy like he was addicted to your taste. the overstimulation hit you like electricity, making your hips twitch and jerk against his face. every stroke of his tongue sent sharp, overwhelming sparks through your body.

yuji was completely dizzy.

his hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself in shaky movements as he stared with wide, glassy eyes. the sight of his best friend on his knees, face buried between your thighs, licking and sucking on your oversensitive clit while you moaned and shook was almost too much for him to handle.

“fuck… megumi…” yuji breathed, voice hoarse and awed. his head felt light, cheeks burning crimson as he watched megumi devour you. “she’s so sensitive right now… look at her…”

megumi hummed against your clit in response, the vibration making you sob. he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking broad strokes before sucking on your clit again, completely lost in making you feel good.

yuji’s hand moved faster on his cock, breathing ragged as he watched your thighs tremble around megumi’s head. he looked completely drunk on the sight.

“you’re both so hot…” yuji whispered. “don’t stop, megumi… please don’t stop.”

then megumi pulled his mouth away from your dripping pussy. he rose to his feet, breathing heavily. without a word, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, flushed and leaking. you barely had time to catch your breath before he stepped close again, lifting one of your legs around his waist.

“shh,” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up.

then he pushed in.

a loud moan started to leave your lips as he stretched you open in one smooth thrust, but megumi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. his palm pressed firmly against your lips while he sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt.

your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness.

at the exact same moment, yuji let out a choked groan. the sight of megumi’s cock disappearing inside you was too much for him. his hand stuttered on his cock as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.

“f-fuck—!” yuji whimpered, thighs shaking as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, eyes glued to where megumi was buried deep inside you.

his vision started to blur. the edges of the kitchen grew hazy, like he was looking through fogged glass, but he could still see megumi’s hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside you with every thrust. he could see the way your body jolted, your tits bouncing, your mouth open against megumi’s palm as you moaned helplessly.

more and more cum leaked out around megumi’s cock with every deep stroke, dripping down your thighs in shiny streaks. the sound of it echoed in yuji’s ears—the obscene squelch of megumi’s cock sliding through your soaked, cum-filled pussy.

yuji was barely able to focus anymore. everything felt like a fever dream. the only thing he could see clearly was megumi’s thick cock plunging in and out of you, pushing his own cum deeper inside your body with every thrust. more white leaked out, sliding down your skin, dripping onto the kitchen floor.

his hand kept moving on his cock, slow and sloppy now, milking every last drop as he watched the scene in front of him like it was the only thing real anymore.

yuji was panting hard, chest heaving, completely lost in the sight of his best friend fucking his girlfriend while his own cum continued to spill uselessly over his fingers. he never wanted it to end.

but then everything shattered.

yuji’s eyes snapped open.

he was in his own bed, chest heaving, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. his heart was pounding violently as reality slowly sank in.

it had been another dream.

just a dream.

his cock was still twitching weakly, completely spent. he could feel the warm, sticky mess inside his boxers and sweatpants. he had cum hard in his sleep again. the front of his pants was soaked through.

yuji groaned softly, throwing one arm over his face. his cheeks burned as the images from the dream flashed through his mind: megumi’s hand over your mouth, the way you moaned against his palm, the wet sound of megumi thrusting into you…

“fuck…” he whispered to himself.

he lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. the ache in his chest was back. his two favorite people. the thought of you two together made him feel so full and so filthy at the same time.

he slowly sat up, wincing at the cold, wet feeling in his pants. another ruined pair. this was becoming a problem.

he wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell you and megumi the truth. if he would ever stop just dreaming about it… and actually ask.

for now, he just sighed, peeling off his ruined sweatpants with a tired, embarrassed little smile. “this is getting ridiculous…” he muttered. but deep down, he already knew he’d probably dream about it again tomorrow.

Shit! You’re already 30 minutes late to your meet up with Lyca.

What was going to be a quick trip to the library turned into a full blown conversation with Rui. You had initially gone to check out a book about curses, which unfortunately for you, was too high up for you to reach. Struggling as you reached out for it, Rui arrived at the perfect time to help you. Appearing behind you, he made conversation about curses and the book, and talking with him made you lose track of time.

Heaving as you attempt to catch your breath, you reach for the handle to the door to Obscuary and it opens with a small push. Lyca did tell you he’ll keep the front door unlocked. You step indoors, locking the door behind you, and you head up the stairs towards Lyca’s room. 

Knock Knock.

You knock on Lyca’s door, wishing to get permission before entering, but what greets you is an empty room as the door opens by itself. 

Hm? Where’s Lyca? Maybe he went downstairs or to the bathroom while he waited for me… 

Stepping inside, you hope he doesn’t mind your intrusion. You observe his room. His bed is made, except for his blanket, and there’s no clothes on the floor. It’s quite tidier than you imagined and you can’t help but wonder if he cleaned up specifically for you.

You walk up to his drawer and on top of it lies his sketchbook and some pencils. The sketchbook is opened up and you pick it up. Drawings of both you and Lyca fill the page. You remember this day; the two of you decided to have a stay-at-home hang out and ended up drawing each other while sitting at Rui’s Bar.

As you smile remembering the memory, someone envelops you from behind.

Sniff. Sniff. “Why do you smell like that Blond Gigolo?” Lyca grumbles behind your ear as he tightens his hug around you. Only his chest is pressed against you.

“L-Lyca!” You yelp as you drop the sketchbook back on top of his drawer, “You surprised me, I didn’t hear you come in at all!”

He ignores your comment, “Did you just see him before you came here? Is that why you were late?”

“Hm? Rui? Yeah, I did. He helped me grab a book from the library. I’m sorry for being so late.” You attempt to turn your head around to face him but his hold around you stops you from moving much.

Your arms are now extended to the drawer for support. Lyca isn’t fully pushing you against the drawer, yet, but you feel some forward pressure from his hug.

“Why does this part of you smell so much like him?”

You hear his voice slightly fade as he removes his lips near your ear. Shuffling is heard and you feel his face being pressed against your neck now.

“I-I told you. He was helping me get a book down from the library…” Your voice starts to die down as you feel the ghoul press soft kisses to the back of your neck.

“He helped you from behind? Like this?”

Suddenly, you feel him move closer towards you, pushing right up on you now. His semi-hard length is now pushing against your back, “A-Ah! Here, Lyca?” 

With his hold on you, Lyca pushes your hips back to meet his, “Is this how that Blonde Gigolo helped you? Why didn’t you ask for me to accompany you to the library?”

Finishing his questions with a slight pout, Lyca continues to softly rut against you. Spurred on by his antics, you start to feel hot too. His cock is still clothed but the small stimulation already makes the two of you feel warm.

He gives a slight gasp as you continue to help push back against him, “Shit. Can we do it, [Name]? Can we do it here? I don’t like it when you smell like him. I need to get rid of his smell off of you.”

Hearing his jealousy against Rui makes your heart flutter. Though you had feelings for Lyca, you weren’t sure if you simply saw you as a friend or even just a mentor-like figure. You didn’t know he wanted you this badly and now with the confirmation of his feelings, you want to show yours as well.

You nod, “Yeah, get rid of his smell for me.” So you start to lift up your skirt, exposing your panties as you start breathing heavier with anticipation, “Y-You can put it in between my thighs.”

Loosening his hold on you, Lyca moves his hands to his pants. You move to take off your own panties and you can already tell how wet you are by how it stuck to you. At the sound of his pants falling to the ground, you turn your head to look at him. His underwear is pushed to his knees and his cock is already in his hands as he gives it a few pumps, precum glistening at the tip. 

You continue to look at him as he goes back to pressing against you. Cock in hand, he guides it to your thighs and the slicks from his precum helps it slip right in between. His nose nestles right against your neck, arms wrapped around you again and he lets out a moan.

You squeeze your thighs closer together as he starts lightly thrusting back and forth.

Kissing the back of your neck, Lyca grunts, “You won’t smell like him anymore. I’ll make sure of it.”

He starts sloppily fucking harder against you and the force makes you hold onto the drawer for support. Looking down, you blush seeing the tip of his cock peeking from in between your thighs. His groans, his kisses on your neck and shoulder, and the stimulation of his cock rubbing against you results in whines falling out of your own mouth. 

Lyca’s grip on you tightens when you move your thighs against him. Your thighs are already so warm that he can’t wait to go further with you, “N-Next time, can I put it in you? Ngh…”

“Yes. Yes, of course. Next time we can do it on the bed too,” you turn your head to face him, “Kiss me, Lyca, please.”

A hand goes to cup your face and he presses his lips to yours. As you probe into his mouth, your tongue mixes with his. The kiss is rushed, probably due to him being close to cumming, but it helps to further chase his high.

Your thighs are completely soaked, arousal from the both of you mixing together. One of your hands reaches for his and you move it on top of your clothed chest. He gropes them while his pounds become more erratic. The sounds of the drawer creaking from his thrusts gets louder and the unabashed moans of Lyca become more frequent.

“Haah. Hah! Feels good. It feels so good–Ugh!”

Breaking the kiss, Lyca makes a strangled noise and buries his face against the back of your neck as he cums, painting your thighs and the drawer in front of you. He continues to slowly jerk his hips towards you for a few seconds until they come to a stop.

Aside from heavy breathing, the two of you stay silent as Lyca comes down from his high. Cock still in between your thighs, you feel his tongue licking the sweat around your neck. 

You open your eyes to a pounding in your head.

Ugh…What the hell just happened?

You were on a mission with the Hotarubi members when you and Subaru got separated from Haku and Zenji. The next thing you remember is the two of you being suddenly hit by an anomaly and the entire space around you being consumed by a white light.

You pull yourself up from your current position on your stomach, opting to sit to the side on your legs. Thankfully, it seems like you weren’t hurt by the sudden attack. However, everything around you is white, the ceiling and the ground, all you see is white. Looking around for Subaru, hoping he was also here with you and that you weren’t alone, you see a giant sign in the middle of this…this room?

Escaping Condition: The two trapped must kiss for at least 7 minutes.

What? The two trapped? Is the second person Subaru? 7 minutes of kissing? Isn't that just basically making out?!

You quickly scan your across the area again when you notice Subaru still lying down on his back with his eyes closed a few metres behind you.

Ah fuck.

You are indeed trapped in this strange room with Subaru.

“Then that means….” you mumble, starting to fully understand the implications of this for you.

You and Subaru have to kiss to escape whatever and wherever this place is. You and THE Subaru Kagami? The Subaru that you've only recently felt you became close to? The one where every day you spend time with him and get to know him, the sweeter, the nicer, the prettier he becomes in your eyes? The Subaru Kagami that you just recently came to terms with that you had a massive crush on?!

You're lost in thought when you hear a voice behind you. 

“Ugh…Honour Student, is that you? Are you alright?” you see Subaru slowly get up from his lying position to his knees. He seems unhurt as well.

“Subaru! Yes, I'm alright. I would love to ask if you're feeling alright as well but it seems like we’ve got a problem,” you say as you point and demand his attention to the sign in the middle of this place

Subaru stares at the sign you're pointing at, slowly reading out loud the words. “Escapment condition…The two of you…must…kiss…for at least 7 minutes…” As he finishes reading you see his eyes start to widen as he shifts his attention to you.

You bite your lips, embarrassment and stress growing as you speak up to look at him, “It seems like we have to kiss to escape this anomaly’s trap…”

“So it seems…”

You both look to the ground as Subaru finishes his sentence. 

Subaru is the first to speak up, “I’m sorry this must be uncomfortable for you. I can first try looking for another way out of here if you would like.”

“N-No!” You remarked, hands shaking in denial. “I’m not uncomfortable at all. I just thought you would find this situation unpleasant…”

“Oh, no! I wouldn't say the idea of kissing you is unpleasant, not at all! I-I guess I am just embarrassed we have to go through with this.”

That…wasn’t an outright rejection, right?

“Then,” you start with a whisper, “would you like to kiss me to escape?”

“Yes.” Subaru nods shyly with a soft smile, “Yes, I would like to.”

“Okay, great. I’ll go to you.” 

Subaru was still sitting on the floor when you crawled towards him. You opt to sit in front of him facing him when you speak up again. “Um, okay. I’ll kiss you now–“

Suddenly you’re cut off by Subaru’s lips pressing against yours.

“Mmph!” You make a rather flustered sound in surprise. 

You didn't expect Subaru to be the one to kiss you first, since you thought you were the only one interested in him, but Subaru’s eyes are closed and he’s leaning into you.

His lips are soft, just what you would have expected from staring for hours at that gorgeous face of his; and it feels so good simply from kissing him. Heart racing, you feel intoxicated by his touch already.

He pulls back after a few seconds, breathing heavily, “I’m sorry [Name], I've just been wanting to do this for so long. I hope you don’t think I’m being too rude.” And goes back in to kiss you again.

You're still not used to this, yet, slowly but surely, you start to relax into his touch. Your previous hesitation melts into something more assured. You can physically feel that Subaru wants this too.

Subaru hands finds your face, cupping each side with them. You suddenly feel his tongue poking through wanting access to your mouth so you open them to let him in. Your hands start to comfortably move on top of his chests, slightly gripping them as you’re still unsure what to do with them.

Tongue mixed with his, you already start to feel incredibly hot, desire pooling in your cunt. It got heated so quickly. You’ve been wanting this for so long, perhaps you can indulge yourself a bit.

“Nngh…Subaru…” You slowly push his chest down from his sitting position. He's now lying on his back as you sit yourself on top of him, your core just right above his length as you further lean down towards him.

“Hm!” Subaru gasps in between the kiss. He seems a little surprised by your action but doesn't protest. Instead, he interlocks his right hand in your hair to push your head closer to his, massaging your tongues together. 

Only the sounds of kissing and small moans and whines from you both can be heard. Nothing else is around the two of you in this confined room.

You feel dizzy, not being able to fully process everything with the lack of air and how quickly everything happened. How many minutes has it been yet since he started kissing you? 2? 3 minutes? When suddenly you feel a prominent poke in between your thighs that makes your breath hitch. 

Fuck…Is Subaru pushing his hips up towards you right now? Does he even realize what he's doing?

You don't stop him, still focused on kissing him and feeling the way he kisses you back, but your pussy throbs at his reaction. Slowly, you grind your hips up and down his stomach.

“Ah… [Name]…” he moans in between the kiss.

Holy fuck. You definitely need to hear that sound more.

Spurred by his moans, you quickly lift your hips up to adjust to a better position, your core now perfectly on top of his hardened bulge under his pants. The feeling of your clothed pussy now fully on his length spurs you to move your hips a little faster. You feel hot, he feels amazing against you, and this whole situation is making you feel incredibly wet. 

“A-Ah, shit! [Name]...”

“Haah,” you pull away from his lips with a giggle, “does it feel good, Subaru?”

Subaru whines as you continue moving your hips, “Hnngh…I-It does. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“I feel good too,” you cooed. “Push your hips up more, you can go harder.”

At your request, Subaru moves his hands to your hips and begins to thrust harder upwards against you. His damp clothed cock is now rubbing your own wet clothed pussy, perfectly hitting all the right spots that make you lose your mind. The friction between your clothes feels intense. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you hastily return to kissing him on the lips.

Both of your moans fill the room and quickly everything feels too much. Your pussy throbs and you shift more weight against him. Subaru exhales at that and you can tell he basically lost his composure, his hips jolting up erratically.

“Ah, fuck! Subaru, I-I’m close already.”

He pants in your mouth, “H-Hah, I am too. Fuck, [Name], just a little more. Please.” 

Rutting upwards desperately, Subaru's grip on your sides are rough, certain to leave some bruises. With loud moans of your name, Subaru thrusts into your pussy one last time, making you both cum in unison as you collapse on his chest.

All too suddenly, it’s dark around you, a stark difference from the bright white room you were previously just in. Catching your breath, panting against his mouth, you finally pull your face away from Subaru, sitting upright and putting your hands on his chest for some stability. 

Twisting your body to look around your surroundings, you breathily mutter, “The anomaly’s trap…It’s gone. We must have escaped.”

Subaru’s still breathing heavily under you, his hand is covering his eyes as he attempts to catch his breath. “Y-Yes. We must have. I don’t sense any anomalies near us anymore and we seem to be back where we previously were. Ugh–" Suddenly he whines again, “Please. Please stop moving for a second.”

“Oh!” Forgetting you were still sitting on his cock, you still your hip from twisting around, “Sorry! I forgot you must still be sensitive.” 

“Haah, it’s alright. Thank you," Subaru removes your hands from his chest and wraps his own with yours, intertwining you both. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit, and then we can go back looking for Haku and Zenji.”

You blush at his actions and smile, “Yeah. Let’s rest for a bit. I think we both need it.”

Shion, in contrast, looks far too pleased with himself. He scrambles off the wall and approaches you in six long, quick strides. None of the other Dionysia members even have the chance to say anything before you’re swept up into his waiting arms, letting out a soft, lewd moan at the feeling of him, before the door slams behind you both.

Shion kisses you. It’s sloppy and inexperienced, like he’s seen people kiss before but doesn’t necessarily know who to do it himself. Saliva pools into your mouth and it’s unclear if it's yours or his. His laughs against your lips, hands crushing your hips in their iron grip. Your muscles strain under his rough handling, but it’s far from unenjoyable.

“Of course you picked me. I’d scratch out the eyes of anyone else who got to see you like this,” he huffs against your mouth, panting like a dog as he crowds you up the stairs, “I want to see every expression you make. Want to see you.”

It’s easy for Shion to get you undressed. It’s a flurry of tearing and yanking that you’re all too eager to help him with. Your upper arms burn with the force that he used to rip your top off, but you want more. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you, his hardness pressing into your thigh.

(He was ready and willing and aching the second you moaned in his arms, receptive to him in all the ways no one else has been, embracing him no matter how many times he scares you. He wants to bend you, see how long it takes until you break and shatter in his arms, just so he can build you back up again.)

“You’re always looking at me like that,” his chest heaves violently, eyes crazed, “But you look even better when you’re helpless.”

His hands slide across your body, nails indenting the skin and leaving red marks in their wake. The burning sensation travels from your breasts to your thighs, and he yanks your legs open without a second thought.

“I need every bit of you,” he croons, a startling admission against his usual vagueness, but you can’t comprehend much of anything at all when his breath is between your thighs, “I’ll make sure you never leave. Haha! You’ll never leave me! I’d die before letting you out of my sight ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Please, Shion!” you plead—

—and his hand grips your throat, tightening just slightly against the column of your windpipe, making you choke on your words—

“You’re my wife,” Shion growls, eyes dark with desire and lust, “Till death do us part.”

You shriek as he scoops your wetness onto his fingers and presses into you, staring wide eyed at your spasming entrance. His pupils are so blown you almost can’t see the soft gold of his eyes, and you shake and whine as he curls his digits.

“Shion, Shion, please touch me—” you beg, hand darting down to rub at your clit, but he smacks it away and raises his upper body to hover over your hips, staring down at the bundle of nerves—

He dives down and suctions his mouth to it almost immediately, rolling it between his tongue. His teeth nibble on it ever so gently and you nearly throw him off of you with the force at which your hips jerk toward him. Shion babbles with you still in his mouth, something about taking care of you and family and mine mine mine mine mine, fingers digging into your hips so hard you think he may just draw blood.

You cum, hands tangling in his hair and yanking him closer, crushing his skull between your thighs as he follows your hands.

“Did you just—” Shion stares at you, his expression blank as he leaves you there squirming.

“Yes!” you whine, grabbing at him as if that will pull him closer again and give you that sweet, electrifying pleasure.

“Gonna claim you,” Shion decides, clambering over your body, soft cock pressing against your thighs.

He came while eating you out? And he’s going to go again!?

You lift your shaking legs around his waist and try to pull him closer, whispering feeble pleas that do not fall on deaf ears. Shion grins from ear to ear, his fangs on full display, before he begins to slide into you. Your body clenches around him as if trying to keep him inside forever as his pace immediately ramps up, his hips battering your thighs.

“I’d kill anyone that touches you,” he groans quietly, pupils blown with the threat, “I’d never regret hurting someone if it was for you. Even if you wanted me to apologize I wouldn’t be sorry at all. The rest of them can burn—it should be just you and me and our family—forever and ever and ever—”

It’s so fucked up. It’s scary.

Your hand had darted to your clit after the first sentence.

You moan and shake in his arms as his teeth slice into your shoulder, clamping down on your flesh and marking you for the foreseeable future. You scream and his fingers are jammed into your mouth, gathering your saliva and pressing down your tongue. His fingers taste like you and it makes you clench down on him hard.

You cum again and he just keeps going. He’s fully hard again, mumbling madly under his breath, his hips going faster and faster until he bursts, yanking himself out of you. His release lands all over your inner thighs and lower stomach.

Without missing a beat, Shion dips his head down to clean it up. You shudder as his tongue and lips lick and suckle at your burning skin, the effects of the aphrodisiac fading into nothingness.

“Wife,” Shion murmurs against your belly button, “Tell me what to get you.”

permies:

He takes awhile in the bathroom after that, sinking in the scent of you. When he does come out though, he’s a little more flushed and heated than he was.

Rafayel always seems happy to draw a bath for you. Pouring in scented oils, bubble bath, maybe some of that rather extensive rubber duck collection he keeps stacked on the sink.

Once you’re done, though? He’s sprinting like a track star and telling you that you can just leave the water. Saving water and all that, he’ll just use the same one for his bath.

He’s sinking into the water once you’re gone, dipping everything but his eyes in, hands reaching lower and lower. You were just in here, naked… just that thought alone was enough to get Rafayel going. Ah… he wishes you were here with him right now, but this will have to do.

Zayne memorises the products you use. The first time he used your bathroom after a particularly late shift, he’s committed the brands you use to memory, while lathering your shampoo through his hair.

Even after he’s finally rinsed himself off, he’s staring at the bathroom mirror. Probably the same mirror you see every time you’re bathing… part of him feels a surge of jealously that it’s seen you in a much more intimate situation then he has-

Zayne lets his fingers run through his hair, the more the scent of the shampoo wafts from it, putting in mind thoughts of you. Curling his fingers, Zayne tentatively tugs at his own hair, biting back a moan. Guess he isn’t going to get much sleep tonight.

Sylus makes you use his products. Whenever he stays over for the night, he leaves something new. Whether it’s his own cologne, or his own shampoo, there’s always something rather luxurious looking gleaming on your shelf once he leaves.

It’s mainly for his convenience, but the moment you use it? The moment he smells his scent on you? His eyes are rolling back so hard that they damn well hit the back of his head.

Sylus is in insatiable afterwards, always running his hands down your waist, muttering about how good you smell, how you smell just like him… his precious mate-

Caleb takes a free dive into your laundry basket whenever he dips into your toilet. He’s locking the door, telling you whatever excuse he can think off for staying in that room for an extended period of time.

He’s seated on top of your toilet’s lid, holding the crumpled up fabric of your underwear to his nose. Licking and sniffing at whatever remains, a feral dog left alone with a bone. Sometimes, he even pockets a few for personal use.

And so, not a few moments later, you find yourself with your back to his chest, positioned right over his jean-covered cock. He's thick, warm, and fucking solid. And his cock is pressed just right against you; you could feel the seam of his jeans rub against your thin panties under your skirt. Every time the car jostled, making you bounce in his lap, you heard a sharp intake of breath right by your ear.

It turned you on.

Vernon’s hand held your hip tightly, maybe to keep you stable or maybe to have your hips roll deliberately over his cock that swelled to kiss your pretty pussy between two layers of clothes. You were pretty sure it was the latter with the way his mouth hovered right by your ear; you could hear every whimper that escaped his pretty mouth.

The car felt hot, or maybe it was you, the noises from Vernon heating up your body, and making your head spin. You're not even fifteen minutes into the drive! Oh fuck.

You shift your weight - trying to find some relief - the panties you wore were sticking to you like second skin, a steady flow of your arousal seeping a wet spot that had to be getting onto Vernon’s jeans. Your thoughts raced, and Vernon’s fingers dug into your plush hips. “No-Noona,” his voice cracked, low enough for just you to hear how much this was affecting him too. Your clit drags along the seam of his jeans, where his zipper kept him separated from you and your now drenched panties. “Oh f-fuck.”

“Are you guys still good?” Your friend in the driver's seat called out, and you bit your lip, your head turning, making your nose ghost across Vernon’s clenched jaw.

“Are you,” your lips brushed his skin and Vernon’s hips bucked instinctively, “good?”

Vernon gives a curt head, a strained, “mhmm.” Making the noise loud enough for your friends to hear while he started to guide your movements more insistently. His gasps, muffled whimpers, and shaky breaths were so hot. Both of his hands were now on your hips, his eyes hooded as he twitched in his jeans. “Y-you feel s’good, N-noona.” The title had another whine huffing from him, his tongue licking his lips wet as another jostle of the car had you bounce again on his lap.

His pupils were blown, eyelashes fluttering, as he leaned closer to you, holding you tighter as you let him rut up into you. The younger ones were always so desperate. And Vernon was no better, his forehead leaning onto the back of your shoulder. He could feel his cock straining, throbbing with need, leaking precum heavily, and most likely staining his boxers a mess.

And you can't help yourself. "You’re making a mess, huh?” Your whispers make his jaw slack open, cock jerking, stuttering as he dumbly nods his head.

“Uh-huh-“

“Bet you wish you were making a mess on me instead, yeah?” Vernon’s fingers flexed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Oh fuck.

“Yeah- yes, yes, Noona.” His confession is broken with a cracked moan right in your ear that has you soaking your panties. Your heart rate races, and Vernon’s losing his mind. “Feels - mmph- soooo good, Noona. So gooood.”

You two still had about five minutes of the car ride to go, and Vernon’s going to cum in his pants if you had any say in it.

“Aw, so desperate, just rutting up against me, Baby.” Both of Vernon’s arms encircle your waist, his gasps getting higher in pitch as he mouthes the back of your neck, his mind melting from your words. “You can’t even grind properly, then people would see how eager you were, huh?”

Each roll of his hips up would catch your clit just right, and you felt your thighs squeeze his.

“Noona, please.” He hiccuped. The warmth in his stomach made his abs flex, his muscles tightening. “Wanna-“ his lips were spit-covered, his words slurring as he whined so cutely for you. “Wanna cum, N-Noona.”

Three minutes until you were arriving at your destination.

You leaned forward, letting the car help your movements. It was cramped, a tight space, and dirty for what you both were doing. But you didn’t stop, helping Vernon by rocking back into his lap harder.

Because your back was facing his chest, you didn’t get to see Vernon’s jaw slack, his mouth dropping in a silent groan. His eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he tilted his face up. He held your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises later. And all you got to hear from him was a sharp inhale, his hips grinding harshly up into you.

Vernon’s cock jerked, throbbing, as his tip streamed his white, hot, sticky cum, filling his boxers and ruining them. You leaned back, turning your head to place soft kisses on his jaw. “Tha's it, breathe, Baby.”

Vernon’s lungs stuttered, and his whole body shivered, his cum making a mess and sticking his boxers to his still twitching cock. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Then the vehicle stopped.

“We’re here!” One of your friends yelled, and you bit your lip, trying and failing from smirking.

“You can thank your Noona privately later, yeah?” You whispered in his ear and made a new wave of shivers run down his spine.

As you got off his lap and out of the car, you caught his fucked out face, his head nodding dumbly, his eyes practically heart-shaped as they followed you. "Yes, Noona."

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A/N: Love to hear from you, comments, kudos, and feedback are greatly appreciated! I just like talking to people idk-